single sickness

Different from ordinary chairs, the lounge chairs on the balcony are lazy chairs. The horizontal chair is tilted backward. When the whole person sits in it completely, the back, waist and buttocks will have a feeling of sinking into the chair.

Now Du Chi's back is tightly against the back of the chair, but his upper body is slightly leaning forward, making the angle between his thigh and front chest less than ninety degrees.

The space between the corners was so oppressive that Xiang Mo even had the illusion that he was trapped in Du Chi's arms.

"I don't need it." There was a dangerous atmosphere in the air, and Xiang Mo subconsciously refused, frowning and supporting Du Chi's shoulders, trying to stand up, but the hands around his waist made him unable to move.

"What are your plans for the evening?" Du Chi slightly opened his lips, looked at Xiang Mo and asked.

Due to the sitting posture, the height difference between the two is reversed.Originally, the top of Xiang Mo's head only reached the tip of Du Chi's nose, but now Du Chi raised his chin slightly to look at Mo, and the line of his neck became very obvious due to the movement of his head up.

Xiang Mo thought distractedly, that line is the sternocleidomastoid muscle.

Whether the relationship between the head and the neck is coordinated depends on how unnaturally this muscle is drawn.It only takes a few strokes to form the prototype of the human body from simple geometric objects, and the reason why Xiang Mo likes to draw the human body is because he is addicted to this process.

Itchy hands.want to draw.

"Teacher Xiang?" Xiang Mo's distraction seemed a little too much, Du Chi raised his leg in dissatisfaction, forcing him to concentrate, "Go to your room?"

"Ah?" Suddenly pulled back to his thoughts, Xiang Mo didn't know why his room appeared during the conversation, so he could only make a single sound in a daze.

"Still," Du Chi continued, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, "Do you want to go to my room?"

The fingers resting on Xiang Mo's waist moved slightly, the implication couldn't be more obvious.

Arrangements for the evening, whose room to go to... Xiang Mo understood the subtext in Du Chi's words, and immediately frowned in disbelief.

——How can this person be so casual?

Half an hour ago, he was still watching Xiang Mo and Tan Song entangled with nothing to do with himself, but half an hour later, he put his arms around Xiang Mo and issued a bright invitation to him.

Objectively speaking, Xiang Mo felt that Du Chi's conditions were good.The face and figure perfectly fit his aesthetics, and his thinking is on the same channel as his, so there shouldn't be any entanglement again.

But this is not the point.

Xiang Mo and Du Chi have only known each other for two weeks, and they are not familiar at all. How could they have sex?He thinks he is not a casual person, and he still can't achieve seamless connection.

"I don't need a new bed partner." Xiang Mo stood up from Du Chi's arms while the hands on his waist relaxed.He was concentrating on tidying up the painting utensils, not looking at the person who made his heartbeat disturbed, but suddenly heard a chuckle.

"Teacher Xiang." Du Chi's tone was very happy, "I'm talking about painting, go to your room to paint. If you don't want to, you can go to my room. Where did you think?"

Drifting in class and not paying attention to lectures is exactly what Xiang Mo is doing now.

Du Chi's neck line attracted his attention, which caused a fault in his thinking logic. Xiang Mo completely forgot that when Du Chi pulled him into his arms, he was talking about drawing a human body. He only heard "You room", "my room", and...

I just wanted to be crooked.

Fortunately, the sun had completely set, and the balcony was only shrouded in street lights. Xiang Mo's cheeks blushed from embarrassment, but it was not so obvious under the weak light.

"Could it be that you have the habit of sleeping with models?" Du Chi touched his chin and continued to tease, "Then I'll pay you another price."

In embarrassment, Xiang Mo suddenly realized that something was wrong.

This person talks about painting and painting, why do you have to hug him and chat?

At first he thought it was a retaliation for molesting him, but he didn't think there was anything inappropriate.But now that I think about it, Du Chi's intention seems to be far more than simply "fighting back".

Everyone is an adult, and they are not little white flowers who don't understand anything. Will Du Chi know that his actions are easily misunderstood?

Even if he was really talking about painting, Xiang Mo believed that his words definitely contained some tentative meaning.

If Xiang Mo agrees, the two of them may already be having sex; if Xiang Mo disagrees, then let's talk about painting.

Advancing and retreating freely, with ease.Only then did Xiang Mo realize that this bad dog seemed to be worse than he had imagined.

"Du Chi." It wasn't Mr. Du, nor Teacher Du. It was the first time that Xiang Mo called Du Chi's name directly.

He raised his chin slightly, looked down at Du Chi, and asked lightly, "Don't you want to sleep with me?"

Even though the light was dim, Xiang Mo still saw a flash of surprise in Du Chi's eyes. He probably didn't expect Xiang Mo to ask such a straightforward question.

Compared with those ambiguous words just now, Xiang Mo's invitation is naked.

But this invitation was actually a trap, because Xiang Mo had no intention of letting Du Chi sleep with him.

Du Chi didn't answer immediately, apparently seeing through Xiang Mo's intentions, but he still raised his eyebrows and looked at Xiang Mo's expression, as if hesitating whether to jump into this trap.

At this time, a burst of chaotic footsteps interrupted the inexplicable contest between the two.

Sanmei rushed out of the corridor with a whoosh, followed by the rampant Sanmao.

This cat and dog always parkour when they disagree with each other. Seeing that the third sister was about to run to the easel, Xiang Mo quickly bent down and picked her up. But this time Sanmao knew to slow down. Squat down beside the lounge chair.

The third sister started meowing again, as if she was complaining to Xiang Mo that the stinky dog ​​was always bullying her.

Xiang Mo threw down a person and a dog on the balcony, turned around and walked towards the corridor, stroking the third sister's back, and said, "Don't provoke bad dogs."

San Mao stuck out her tongue and looked at Du Chi aggrievedly.

After Xiang Mo's figure disappeared, Du Chi looked away, rubbed San Mao's head, and said with a soft smile, "He's talking about me."

The easel remained upstairs, but Xiang Mo's hands still itch.

He took out a piece of drawing paper and put it on the desk, and outlined the head and neck of the character with a few simple strokes.

There are no specific facial features on the character's face, only two cross centerlines, but the lines on the neck are extremely fine, especially the protruding Adam's apple, which is exactly the same shape as what Xiang Mo saw up close just now.

In fact, after he calmed down, even Xiang Mo himself felt baffled, why did he insist on competing with Du Chi?

It turned out that Du Chi was teasing him, at most it was only verbal teasing, it was he who directly touched his face with his hands, and even took the initiative to show his chest, which led to the tendency to lose control more and more later.

It looked like he was the bad one.

His thoughts stopped suddenly, and Xiang Mo put away his brush.The goal of alleviating the itchy hands has been achieved, and there is no need for him to reflect on himself.

In the blink of an eye, a new week came, and Luo Yang invited Xiang Mo to try the dishes again.

Xiang Mozheng was a little surprised why it wasn't Du Chi who called him this time, but when he came to Bajin Restaurant, he saw Du Chi was already sitting behind the bar with a laptop in front of him.

"Teacher Xiang, come take a look at my new signboard." Luo Yang waved to Xiang Mo.

Du Chi on the other side raised his gaze from the screen and saw Xiang Mo walking into the restaurant. He reclined his body and leaned forward, leaning on the back of his chair to say hello to Mo: "Teacher Xiang."

The episode that evening did not affect their neighborhood relationship. It was obvious that Du Chi, like Xiang Mo, was too lazy to disturb his rhythm of life.

This can be regarded as another kind of "tacit understanding". Just kidding, it's okay to pass the boredom. Once the atmosphere is over, they will return to their respective lives.

"What sign?" Xiang Mo came to the bar, put his elbows on the table, and looked at Du Chi's computer screen.

The drawing software was running on the screen, and in the middle was the big word "eight catties". The font should have been carefully designed. The strokes are thicker in the middle and thinner at the ends, which looks quite interesting.

For some reason, as soon as Xiang Mo saw these two words, he felt that they fit the temperament of this restaurant very well.

"How is it? Brother Du designed it for me." Luo Yang asked Xiang Mo cheerfully, "Does it look good?"

It is difficult to have a unified standard for this kind of thing, based on the different aesthetics of each person.Especially for such common and ordinary things as words, it is really difficult to find beauty from them.

But looking at the neat baseline on the screen, Xiang Mo accidentally became fascinated by it.

The simple two characters are not written casually, each of their strokes and strokes can find a pattern from the baseline.

For example, the helix that can be fitted to a certain angle with one stroke and one stroke, and the length of the horizontal and vertical, have been accurately calculated.The reference line decomposes the two Chinese characters into countless regular geometric bodies, making them inexplicably highlight a geometric beauty.

Xiang Mo likes this kind of regularity, just like his sketch lines, which must be clean and precise, and the font designed by Du Chi is also like this, every place is just right, neither too much nor too little.

"Is it okay?" Du Chi's voice interrupted Xiang Mo's thoughts.

He withdrew his gaze, looked at Du Chi and asked, "Don't you design word art?"

"It's just a favor." Du Chi said.

"Du Ge people are so nice." Luo Yang said here, as if he just remembered the business of calling Xiang Mo, and hurried to the back kitchen to bring two dinner plates, and said to the two, "Come and try a new dish, cheese Caviar on toast."

The fried caramel-colored toast is covered with a layer of black caviar, and the aroma of butter is tangy, which makes the index finger move.

Xiang Mocha put a piece of toast into his mouth, and the caviar suddenly burst between his teeth, as if the salty sea breeze was blowing in his face, and the tail of the sea breeze carried the sweet and sour cheese, forming an excellent flavor.

Xiang Mo put down his fork and was about to say "delicious", but Du Chi suddenly asked: "Domestic caviar?"

"Yes, how's the flavor?" Luo Yang asked.

"Yes, domestic ones are not worse than foreign ones at all." Du Chi said as he forked a piece of toast and tasted it, "It's just a bit greasy overall, maybe it should be paired with champagne."

"I still don't want to pair the wine." Luo Yang said, "I'll adjust the toast."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Xiang Mo realized that he was just a layman.

He is not very particular about eating, at most he can only taste "delicious" and "not delicious".Naturally, he couldn't taste any flavor of caviar, because he had never eaten it before.

It's not that I don't have money to eat, but I always feel that these high-end ingredients are far away from daily life, and there is no need to deliberately eat them.

But judging from Du Chi's appearance, he seems to know a lot about western food.

Being able to spend so much money on renting an old bungalow and owning such an expensive heavy motorcycle at least shows that he is not short of money.

Xiang Mo is not a person who likes to explore others, but he suddenly found that he seems to be a little curious about Du Chi.

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Curiosity is the beginning of the fall