single sickness

On the way downstairs, Xiang Mo's thoughts gradually returned to the normal track.

In fact, there were already signs of what happened today, but Xiang Mo thought that Tan Song would stop in moderation, so he chose to ignore it.The result is that vague thoughts in the mind eventually become inevitable decisions.

"Don't come again, Tan Song."

Xiang Mo's footsteps stopped in front of the threshold of the studio on the first floor. The open studio door was facing the courtyard door leading to the outside. The meaning of seeing off the guests could not be more obvious.

The long silence on the way down the stairs seemed to have made Tan Song realize that something was wrong. He sighed resignedly as if waking up from a dream: "I really don't understand you, Xiang Mo."

"I said, I don't want to complicate our relationship."

"Then why do you say I'm your boyfriend?"

"Oh, because he wants to chase me." After staying with Du Chi for a long time, Xiang Mo's ability to talk nonsense has also improved a lot, "I use you as a shield."

There was another silence between the two.

"So you really don't plan to find someone to stabilize?" Tan Song casually put the convenience store plastic bag on the studio table, and changed into the tone he usually chatted with Xiang Mo, "I don't believe that someone really doesn't need to be loved .”

"I don't need it." Xiang Mo said.

"It's not that you don't need it." Tan Song paused, looking at Xiang Mo helplessly, "You are just protecting yourself."

Tan Song and Xiang Mo met on the broken love group on the social platform, so Tan Song knew more or less about Xiang Mo.

Opening an art exhibition with the encouragement of my boyfriend should have been the most energetic time, but after the accident, not only was my boyfriend not by my side to accompany me, but he even went abroad to pursue his dream.

A person's edges and corners are extremely easy to be smoothed out, only one blow after another is enough.

Xiang Mo does not deny Tan Song's statement, he has indeed closed himself up, but this is also because he enjoys the current life very much and does not want to pay unnecessary trial and error costs.

"Think about it again." Tan Song said and stepped out of the threshold, "Contact me anytime you need it."

Xiang Mo knew that he would not take the initiative to contact Tan Song again.

It's not that he subjectively wants to do it so badly, but that the two of them are already in this situation. If he takes the initiative to contact Tan Song again, it will have other ambiguous meanings, and it will no longer be as simple as solving the needs before.

Perhaps Tan Song would feel that Xiang Mo couldn't do without his body; or he would also feel that Xiang Mo had changed his mind and wanted to get along with him seriously.

Xiang Mo is not the kind of person who wants to say good morning to each other even though he obviously doesn't like it.

Since he didn't mean that, don't let the other party misunderstand, so Xiang Mo knew that his relationship with Tan Song was over.

The sky was getting dark gradually, and there was only the last twilight left of the orange sunset, making unnecessary resistance in the face of the coming of night.

Halfway through the watercolor painting, he could only choose another day to continue, but when Xiang Mo returned to the balcony on the third floor, he found that Du Chi was sitting behind the easel with a brush, and most of the semi-finished products on the paper had been completed.

Hearing the movement, Du Chi turned his head, looked at Xiang Mo and said, "So fast?"

I don't know what kind of disaster he has experienced, but Du Chi's clothes are stained with messy paint, and even a little bit is stained on the right cheek, but he probably hasn't noticed it yet.

Originally looking at Du Chi's appearance, Xiang Mo felt a little cute for no reason, but it's a pity that the dog's mouth really can't spit out ivory, only to hear Du Chi joke again: "Your boyfriend doesn't have enough stamina, Mr. Xiang."

Taking a deep breath, Xiang Mo walked over to Du Chi and took the paintbrush in his hand: "He's not my boyfriend."

"He's chasing you." Du Chi touched his chin with his index finger and thumb, and put on a look of seeing through everything, "You slept with someone, but you don't want to be responsible."

"It's not what you think." Xiang Mo frowned slightly, and said patiently, "We are just bed partners, and he crossed the line."

The lines Du Chi once said suddenly echoed in his ears-it was agreed not to talk about feelings, who knew he would come to the truth.

The two sentences have almost the same meaning, but Xiang Mo is the one who explained.A bad premonition suddenly appeared in his heart, and sure enough, Du Chi raised the corner of his mouth lazily, as if he was waiting here, and borrowed Xiang Mo's lines and said, "Oh, scumbag."

... It's really an eye for an eye, an eye for an eye.

Looking at the paint on Du Chi's cheek, Xiang Mo suddenly realized that naughty dogs should be dealt with properly.

"Can you draw or not?"

Without the slightest sign of blame, but with a bit of pampering, Xiang Mo pulled the wet tissue that was prepared at the side, bent slightly, and looked at Du Chi who was sitting at the same level: "Why did the paint get on your face?"

Fingers gently caressed Du Chi's face through the paper towel, looking intently at the place stained by the paint.

Du Chi was obviously stunned, his eyes swept over Xiang Mo's lips, landed on his collarbone, and then... looked deeper.

Can you see it?

Should be able to see it.

The short sleeves worn by Xiang Mo have a loose neckline, and as he bends down, they slide down naturally. From Du Chi's point of view, he should be able to see what no one else can see, only him at this moment. You can only see the hidden large piece of skin.

Xiang Mo's skin is very white, smooth and delicate, even though he can't see clearly in the dim setting sun, he can still feel the allure of the secret realm.

Du Chi's eyes straightened openly, and his Adam's apple slid up and down visibly.

Xiang Mo raised his eyebrows imperceptibly, and there was a hint of teasing in his eyes.

Smelly dog, he thought his brother was easy to bully.

Standing up, Xiang Mo picked up a paintbrush again, dipped in dark paint, and began to draw lines on the drawing paper: "Your use of color is a bit messy, the buildings and the background are mixed together."

Only then did Du Chi come back to his senses, as if he realized that his stupidity just now was a bit funny, and he looked at Mo with a bit of surprise and unexpectedness in his eyes.But he didn't bother about being "molested" by Xiang Mo, he looked at the delicate strokes on the drawing paper and said, "You seem to like to use the lines very precisely."

"Yeah." Xiang Mo adjusted the screen intently, "My painting style is like this."

Especially in human body sketches, Xiang Mo even draws the fluff and texture of the skin, because if he can't reproduce the beauty of the human body itself, he thinks it's better not to draw.

"When will you draw the human body again?" Du Chi asked suddenly.

Xiang Mo was drawing a picture, without thinking too much, he said casually, "There are no models."

Not all of his body sketches are real models, some are pictures published on the Internet, and some are based on the imagination of film and television screens.

In the past, Xiang Mo had great enthusiasm for creation, even if it was just a picture, he would draw it very seriously.But now he doesn't need to rely on volume to hone his skills, so if he doesn't have a real model and just draws pictures, it will be a waste of his energy.

Just adjusted some details slightly, and the picture suddenly became clean.

Xiang Mo was appreciating this evening watercolor painting with satisfaction, but at this moment, his wrist was suddenly grabbed, and his whole body fell to the side unsteadily.

Fearing that the paintbrush in his hand would ruin the picture, Xiang Mo raised his right hand subconsciously, and the result of his focus on the paintbrush was that he sat down into Du Chi's arms without any warning.

Du Chi put one hand around Xiang Mo's waist, took away the paintbrush in his hand and threw it into the bucket with the other, looked straight into his slightly dazed eyes and said, "I'll take it off for you to paint, artist."