single sickness

The two went back to their rooms, and Xiang Mo always had a feeling that Du Chi knew everything in his heart, and he was just playing tricks on purpose.

Just like Sanmao, who knows that he can't be naughty with Sanmei, but because the punishment he receives is not painful, he should still be naughty.The same is true for Du Chi, who had already thought of a way out for himself before playing tricks.

There really is a kind of dog, there is a kind of owner.

Anyone who was bitten by a dog out of nowhere would feel bad luck.

But... Du Chi's kissing skills seem to be good.

The residual warmth of the intersecting lips and teeth remained on the lips, and the soft and aggressive touch could still be vaguely recalled.

Inexplicably, his eyes drifted to the direction of the desk, where there was a picture drawn by Xiang Mo on a whim, which was Du Chi's neck and Adam's apple.Originally, he didn't intend to continue drawing, but after some hesitation, Xiang Mo still picked up the pencil and outlined the jaw line and the outline of the lips.

Although there is no real object in front of his eyes, it is quite difficult to draw a sketch, but Du Chi's lips are so clear that a specific picture has been formed in Xiang Mo's mind.

Outline the peak of the lips, deepen the shadow of the corners of the lips, and the three-dimensional lips appear vividly on the drawing paper.

At this time, the sound of Du Chi's footsteps coming downstairs to take a bath suddenly sounded outside the door, and Xiang Mo was so frightened that he quickly turned the drawing paper over.But after being frightened, he was a little annoyed, why should he be a guilty conscience?

The next day was the weekend, so Xiang Mo didn't sleep well, and was awakened by the smell of food early in the morning.

Going to the kitchen with sleepy eyes, I saw Du Chi was wearing an apron, holding a frying pan, skillfully frying toast.The smell of butter permeated the entire kitchen, like an unstoppable food attack, forcing a hunger signal to Mo's nerve center.

"Morning, artist." Du Chi turned his head and greeted Xiang Mo.

His tone was extremely natural, as if nothing happened last night.To be honest, Xiang Mo admired Du Chi's attitude very much, and he also hoped to pretend nothing happened so as not to affect their lives.After all, neighbors don't see each other up and down, and he still doesn't want to make the relationship between the two of them awkward.

But the problem lies in Du Chi's address to Xiang Mo.

The word "artist" seems to have become Du Chi's special term for ridiculing Xiangmo. As long as these three words are spoken from Du Chi's dog mouth, it will definitely not be as simple as its original meaning.

Xiang Mo pushed Du Chi away last night, and Du Chi also said that artists can't do this.

Obviously what happened yesterday has passed, and seeing Du Chi's calm demeanor, he obviously didn't take this matter to heart, but he just wanted to call Xiang Mo an "artist". It felt like two people talking to each other. You quarreled all the time, and in the end, you stopped arguing, but the other party still insisted on scratching you.

Xiang Mo felt that Du Chi was scratching him, not hurting him, making it difficult for him to have a seizure.

If you say you mind, it will make him appear narrow-minded; if you say you don't mind, it will only make Du Chi worse.

When Xiang Mo was hesitating whether to forbid Du Chi to call him an artist, footsteps of "squeak" suddenly sounded behind him.

Du Chi was the first to see the person behind Xiang Mo, put away his indecent expression, and asked in a normal tone, "Can I have a sandwich for breakfast?"

Zhao Xiaoqiao walked into the kitchen and said cautiously, "Yes."

This time, Xiang Mo was even more sure of his thoughts. Du Chi could speak normally, but he insisted on teasing him.

"Where's Teacher Xiang?" Du Chi looked at Xiang Mo again, and changed to a serious address.

He still knows how to restrain himself in front of outsiders, and it seems that he is not so bad as hopeless.

Originally, breakfast was not within the range of the two of them working together, but the free breakfast is not free, so Xiang Mo said kindly: "Yes, thank you."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Zhao Xiaoqiao again, hesitated for a moment, and asked pointedly: "Did you finish your homework last night?"

After all, he promised Master Zhao to help watch over Zhao Xiaoqiao, and now it's an important time to sprint for the college entrance examination. If something goes wrong at this time, Xiang Mo can't bear it.

Zhao Xiaoqiao seemed to hear Xiang Mo's voice, and there was no expression on her face, she just nodded and said, "It's finished."

In the advanced sketch class in the afternoon, Uncle Li was still the model.

Different from the past, when Uncle Li came today, he had a solid wooden cane in his hand.The red sandalwood cane and tie are of the same color, and it can be seen that they have been carefully matched. If it weren't for Uncle Li's gait, Xiang Mo would have thought the cane was an ornament.

"Do you think he's funny?" Uncle Zhang, who was following Uncle Li, said to Xiang Mo, "Playing chess with young people made me go to the hospital in anger."

Both of these two uncles were not willing to admit defeat, and Xiang Mo was not surprised at all that they would be sent to the hospital.He supported Uncle Li to sit down on the rattan chair in the small courtyard, and asked, "Why don't you go back and rest?"

"No, little problem!" Uncle Li waved his hand and put his stick aside, "Today Lao Zhang said he wanted to draw me, but I want to see his level."

Xiang Mo looked at Uncle Zhang on the other side in surprise: "Can you still draw?"

"That's right." Uncle Zhang raised his chin triumphantly, "When I was studying abroad, I was exposed to Western art."

"Stop bragging," Uncle Li said with a look of disgust, "Draw it first and then talk about it."

"I never brag. Mrs. Wu in the next street wanted me to paint her portrait, but I didn't agree."

"I don't think you know how to draw, do you? You still don't agree, it's ridiculous."

"Who can't draw? I drew you because I was afraid that if you died, I wouldn't be able to draw later."

"..."

Seeing that the two uncles tended to quarrel again, Xiang Mo quickly persuaded them to leave and arranged a seat for Uncle Zhang.

What Uncle Zhang wanted to draw was not a sketch, but an oil painting. Seeing that he had some foundation, Xiang Mo didn't care about him after he prepared the painting tools for him.

Not long after, the students arrived one after another, and the number was significantly less than last week.In fact, Xiang Mo was completely busy in this situation alone, but Meng Yun still came to the studio, made himself a cup of coffee, and sat leisurely in a corner of the courtyard. It was obvious that Xiang Mo was treating Xiang Mo as a coffee shop. Spend weekend time.

"They are all waiting to come tomorrow." Meng Yun took a sip of coffee and leaned back on the chair comfortably, "Come and see our 'teacher'."

Uncle Li and Uncle Zhang were chattering with each other, the students behind the easels concentrated on painting, and no one cared about the conversation between Meng Yun and Xiang Mo.

"Master?" Xiang Mo was puzzled.

"Husband has already called, don't you admit it?" Meng Yun had a see-through expression.

It turned out that he was talking about Du Chi, who is the model for tomorrow's sketch class.

The ball head and the ponytail spread the story of that day to the group, but Xiang Mo didn't bother to explain, but just felt a little funny when he heard the name "Master".

——I'm afraid the big fierce 1 upstairs doesn't like people calling him that?

Said that Cao Cao arrived, Du Chi's figure suddenly appeared in the small courtyard. Seeing that he was carrying a canvas bag, he should be going to the bookstore again.

Usually when Xiang Mo and Du Chi met in the house, one of them would always say hello.But today, as soon as Du Chi came out of the house, he was attracted by Uncle Zhang's drawing board. He went straight to Uncle Zhang, looked at Uncle Li, and then at the drawing board. Emphasize it?"

"How do you emphasize it?" Uncle Zhang stopped his brush and looked up at Du Chi.

"For example like this." Du Chi took the paintbrush from Uncle Zhang and drew twice on the drawing paper, "Isn't this more similar?"

"Wonderful!" Uncle Zhang's eyes lit up immediately, and he gave Du Chi a thumbs up, "It's wonderful!"

Uncle Li on the other side stretched his neck curiously: "What did you draw me like?"

Xiang Mo was also quite curious, and came to Uncle Zhang's easel, and it turned out... what he saw was an oil painting that was more abstract than Picasso's style, and he couldn't see where the eyes, nose and mouth were at all.

"It's Uncle Zhang who draws well." Du Chi gave Uncle Zhang a thumbs up instead, "It's completely captured the essence."

Where is the essence?

Xiang Mo couldn't understand. Seeing that Uncle Li on the opposite side was inclined to get up, he quickly pushed Du Chi out of the door: "Don't disturb my class."

Troublemakers are the last thing his classroom needs.

But just after two steps, there was a burst of cheers outside the small courtyard, and everyone followed the sound. Through the open courtyard door, Xiang Mo found that the cheers came from the Bajin restaurant opposite.

Luo Yang rushed out of the restaurant and shouted to the curious neighbors: "We recommend Bib Gourmand!!"

Xiang Mo didn't understand, and Du Chi, who was beside him at the right time, said, "Bib Gourmand is a Michelin-starred restaurant."

After a pause, he withdrew his gaze, looked at Xiang Mo and said, "He succeeded."

Thinking vaguely of the dream Luo Yang mentioned before, Xiang Mo thought that Michelin would be an unattainable existence, but he did not expect Luo Yang to make the dream a reality in this way.

Across the street, Xiang Mo could feel Luo Yang's joy, like a spring breeze blowing towards his face, instantly spreading to all corners of the street.

Every ordinary person has an extraordinary side. I have to admit that Xiang Mo suddenly envied Luo Yang a little bit.

I am not envious that he was recommended by Michelin, but envious that what he has done has been recognized.

Du Chi once asked Xiang Mo why he no longer held an art exhibition. It wasn't that Xiang Mo didn't want to, but that he was afraid of another disturbance in his peaceful life.After all, it is still escaping.

"I envy him a bit."

Du Chi's voice suddenly sounded next to his ear, if Xiang Mo knew that he didn't speak, he almost thought it was him who said it.

"He's really happy." Du Chi looked at Luo Yang across the street and said, "That's how it feels to be recognized, right?"

Xiang Mo could understand Du Chi's mood very well, but he suddenly felt a little strange. Seeing Du Chi's casual appearance, he thought he didn't care about these things.

"Do you also need to be recognized?" Xiang Mo asked.

"Who doesn't need it?" Du Chi smiled and replied calmly.

The atmosphere seemed a bit strange, so Du Chi put on a casual tone and asked Xiang Mo, "What do you want to eat tonight? I'll go shopping when I get back."

Xiang Mo didn't have anything in particular he wanted to eat, but thinking that Luo Yang's restaurant was good at seafood dishes, he casually said, "I want to eat fish."

A familiar joke appeared on the corner of Du Chi's lips: "Does the artist want to fish again?"

Xiang Mo: "...If you don't speak, you will be suffocated to death."