single sickness

Luo Yang brought a dozen beers in small bottles, and most of them went into his stomach.

Xiang Mo himself doesn't drink much, and his alcohol capacity is not very good, so he only took one bottle of beer from the beginning to the end, and now this bottle of beer has finally bottomed out.

In a slightly drunk state, the id can easily break free from the cage and override the ego and superego, driving people to pursue the most primitive desires.

Curiosity finally defeated scruples, Xiang Mo put down the empty beer bottle in his hand, looked at Du Chi and said, "Go."

When he first rented this old bungalow, Xiang Mo also visited the rooms on the third floor.

The layout is similar to that on the second floor. There are wardrobes and desks in the room, but it is said that the previous landlord cherished the marriage bed when the couple got married and did not keep the bed when they sold the house. Therefore, compared with the second floor, the room on the third floor looks It's a lot more open.

Now Du Chi has put a simple wrought iron bed in the room, and adjusted the placement of all the furniture. The rest area and work area are clearly separated. The small refrigerator and lazy sofa are all in the rest area, while the computer, Drawing tools take up the entire workspace.

"Do I need to take off my shoes?"

As soon as he entered the room, Xiang Mo noticed the large carpet that almost covered the entire room.Not the soft plush rugs, but the sound-absorbing rugs that line hotel aisles.The elegant beige gray neutralizes the coldness of the wrought iron bed, softening the overall tone of the room.

"No need." Du Chi pulled the slippers and stepped on them indifferently, "It was originally made for you."

The implication is that it doesn't matter to Du Chi whether he has this thing or not, he just doesn't want the noise to disturb Xiang Mo.

From this point of view alone, Du Chi is indeed a rare good neighbor.

"Are those fonts you designed?"

His eyes moved away from the carpet and naturally fell on the desk.The wall next to the desk is covered with large handwritten characters. At first glance, it seems that each character is square and square, and there is not much difference. However, upon closer inspection, the stroke thickness and stroke processing of the fonts are different. .

There is an ancient book spread out on the desk, and there are many semi-finished copies next to the ancient book. Du Chi has copied the word "grass" no less than ten times. It can be formed in one stroke, perfectly replicating the writing methods of the ancients.

"It's not like writing." Xiang Mo stood beside the desk, looking down at Du Chi's manuscript, "It's more like painting."

Enlarged fonts cannot be put in place in one stroke. You need to use a thin pen to outline the outline, and then use a thick pen to fill in the inside.

"It's really similar." Du Chi came to Xiang Mo and picked up a copy that only had a line draft. "The first step is to draw the lines first."

"It's still a little different." Xiang Mo looked at several similar copies on the table, "Huahua will modify the line draft repeatedly, but you will make a new copy."

"Yes." Du Chi put down the paper in his hand, "I need to master the feel of writing, and I can't repeatedly alter it."

Before, Xiang Mo thought that Du Chi was designing fonts like designing graphic posters, but he didn't have a general idea until he saw Du Chi's desk.However, he was still a little curious, and subconsciously looked at Du Chi beside him and asked, "Then after you copy—"

Halfway through the conversation, the text suddenly disappeared.

He didn't feel it when he lowered his head just now, but now that their eyes suddenly met, Xiang Mo realized that he and Du Chi were very close, their shoulders were next to each other, and they could even see each other's eyelashes clearly when they looked at each other.

For some reason, the touch of the lips came to mind without warning, bringing back the memory of that night in the corridor.

Dangerous tendencies appeared inexplicably in his mind, Xiang Mo quickly looked away, and continued to ask: "——How to design it?"

Du Chi was obviously aware of Xiang Mo's unease when he abruptly said one sentence into two.He changed to leaning back on the desk. Although the two were still very close, Xiang Mo was facing the wall and Du Chi was facing the room, so there would no longer be an embarrassing situation of staring at each other.

"After copying hundreds of characters, I can split their strokes and adjust them into the style and state I want. The next step is to scan them on the computer to complete, just like what you saw at Bajin Restaurant that day almost."

"Is this the finished manuscript scanned?" Xiang Mo asked, pointing to a pile of smooth manuscripts, "Why are some colored and some uncolored?"

"The ones that haven't been colored will be colored directly with the computer." Du Chi said, "As for the ones that are colored by hand, it's because the coloring process is very stress-free."

"Decompression?" Xiang Mo raised his head to look at Du Chi. This kind of perspective is indeed much more comfortable than before.

"You can try." Du Chi turned sideways, picked up a thick black coloring pen and handed it to Xiang Mo, "Just paint the part inside the line black."

This is interesting.

Xiang Mo took the pen from Du Chi's hand, picked a line draft at random, and drew back and forth in the font twice.

But Du Chi said: "It's not like you. It should be from left to right, from top to bottom."

Thinking that it was similar to the line arrangement in the sketch, Xiang Mo started to paint up and down in the font in the posture of holding a paintbrush.

I don't know if it's because he can't get used to such a casual painting method, but this time Du Chi directly held Xiang Mo's hand and asked him to hold the pen carefully, then along the edge of the line draft, he took his hand to draw from it bit by bit. Paint from top to bottom: "This is not a sketch, paint close to the edge."

Watching the fonts gradually fill up, it is indeed a feeling of decompression.

But Xiang Mo's attention was no longer on this.

In order to stabilize his right wrist, Du Chi turned around, put his left hand on the desk beside Xiang Mo's waist, and surrounded Xiang Mo into the space in front of him.

An inexplicable sense of oppression suddenly enveloped Xiang Mo. He subconsciously turned his chin and looked at the hand on his waist. At the same time, Du Chi's hand that was leading him to paint suddenly stopped.

It seems that Du Chi has also noticed that the posture is not right.

There is only the last stroke of the line draft that has not been painted. Under normal circumstances, Du Chi should let go of Xiang Mo and let him paint it by himself.

At least in Xiang Mo's cognition, he also thinks so.

But the fact is that Du Chi withdrew his left hand from the desk, and then... placed it on Xiang Mo's waist.

Xiang Mo, who was already nervous, turned around quickly like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and put his hands on Du Chi's chest: "What are you doing?"

The defensive posture made it easier for Du Chi. He put his hands on Xiang Mo's side, leaned forward slightly, and said, "I'll teach you how to decompress."

If you ignore the smile in his eyes and his aggressive posture, you might really think that he is doing something good to help others.

Xiang Mo had no choice but to lean back, and called out in a warning tone, "Du Chi."

Having said that, Xiang Mo's gaze involuntarily drifted to Du Chi's lips.

The inexplicable feeling of wanting to forget became more and more clear, Xiang Mo's ears even echoed the breath of Du Chi kissing him.

The face that was close at hand suddenly began to enlarge, and Xiang Mo looked into Du Chi's eyes in a panic, and read an extremely obvious message from it.

Du Chi wanted to sleep with him.

It's not that I didn't expect something out of control to happen after entering the house, but the thoughts in my mind still exploded.Xiang Mo didn't even have time to think about whether he could be a bed partner with his neighbor when Du Chi's lips were already close to his.

Unlike the last time, Du Chi took the initiative to stop his movements this time, apparently to give Xiang Mo time to think.

But Xiang Mo didn't move.

He could have pushed Du Chi away, and he had the opportunity to push Du Chi away, but he acquiesced in Du Chi's behavior.

Sometimes, a verbal agreement is not required to reach a consensus, and a simple action can make the tacit understanding understand.

However, Xiang Mo thought confusedly that maybe he still had to tell Du Chi that he didn't like kissing.

However, the expected kiss did not appear, Du Chi smiled lightly, brushed the tip of his nose against Xiang Mo's cheek, his lips came to his ear, and asked in a low voice, "What are you thinking about, artist?" ?”

The unexpected action made Xiang Mo sober up a lot in an instant. He knew that Du Chi's words were not teasing him for his wild thoughts, but because the two of them had already acquiesced in what would happen next, so Du Chi began to enter the state, Tease him with sassy words.

Deliberately moving his lips away is playing hard to get.

But the problem is that Xiang Mo has always disliked being the dominant party on the bed.

To him, sex was just a condiment, he would rather not do it than be manipulated by Du Chi.

Xiang Mo tilted his head slightly, tilted his head to look directly at Du Chi, and asked, "What are you thinking?"

"I think..." Du Chi paused, "Maybe we can change places."

He meant to go straight to bed.

"I also want to change places."

As soon as Xiang Mo finished speaking, Du Chi supported his hips.Next, Xiang Mo should climb up Du Chi's waist with his legs and let Du Chi carry him to the bed.

But in fact, Xiang Mo came down from the desk, effortlessly pushed Du Chi away, and walked towards the door: "See you tomorrow."

——When he said "change place", he simply left the desk.

Du Chi was a little startled: "Xiang Mo?"

Opening the door, Xiang Mo turned his head, looked at Du Chi who was in disbelief, and said two words: "Good night."

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Du Chi: Why are you like this?

Xiang Mo: Stupid dog.

※The content about font design refers to the speech of the founder of Magpie Creation