single sickness

If everyone could reflect on himself, most of the contradictions in the world would not exist.

Xiang Mo once went to the cinema alone to watch a movie, with an aunt about 50 years old sitting beside her.

Near the end of the movie, the auntie took out her mobile phone and started to make a call, but the call was still not connected. She repeated the call several times. During this time, the light on the phone screen was really dazzling. Xiang Mo patted her unbearably, and reminded in a low voice: "The light from your phone is blinding you."

Normal people will feel sorry if they are reminded by others.Unexpectedly, as soon as Xiang Mo finished speaking, the movie came to the end without warning, and all the lights in the theater were turned on in an instant.

Auntie seemed to have gained confidence suddenly, she squinted at Xiang Mo, and asked eccentrically, "Can't you bear it for even a second?"

The meaning in the words is that the movie will end in a second anyway, so what if she makes a phone call?

Hearing this kind of words, Xiang Mo didn't feel angry, and threw back the words unchanged: "Can't you bear it for even a second?"

Since the movie has a second to end, why don't you wait for the movie to end before hitting it?

All the thrown knives pierced her body, and the aunt was deflated and her face became very ugly.

Xiang Mo felt in a good mood, after all, managing this kind of person who "can only blame others and not reflect on himself" made him feel more happy than watching a wonderful movie.

——It’s just that he never thought that one day, he would become such a person himself.

The sound insulation effect of the old bungalow is not good. Xiang Mo only noticed that the upstairs will affect the downstairs, and never considered that the impact is actually mutual.

This is the consequence of not being self-reflective.

"Really?" The coffee cup in his hand shook slightly, Xiang Mo managed to maintain his superficial composure, and said calmly, "Sorry, I will pay attention in the future."

Leaving decently is the only way for the losers to maintain their dignity. Xiang Mo turned his head and was about to enter the house when he heard Du Chi behind him still say lazily: "Oh, I don't mind."

To complete the sentence, what Du Chi said should be that I don't mind if you quarrel with me, or... don't mind if you call the bed.

The coffee in the cup almost spilled, Xiang Mo pretended not to hear, and went straight back to the second floor.

Carefully recalling the process of last night, he swore to Mo that he could not help moaning a few times only when he finally rushed to the summit.

Du Chi said that he "screamed loudly", which should be the same as his sentence "screamed all night", which is an exaggeration.

It's really a courtesy.

However, the difference between the two is that Xiang Mo's exaggeration was just to express his dissatisfaction, while Du Chi was obviously not like that.

His motives were even worse, obviously to tease Xiang Mo.

It was so blatantly amusing, perhaps Xiang Mo should also thank Du Chi, it is no exaggeration to say that his screams will blow up the roof.

Standing by the kitchen window and looking out, the sycamore trees on both sides of the street have sprouted new green leaves, and unknown birds are jumping among the branches, making crisp and melodious calls.

If it was a normal mood, Xiang Mo would sit in the courtyard with a cup of coffee, enjoying the unique atmosphere of this neighborhood.

But today he couldn't bring himself to think about it, poured his coffee down the kitchen sink, and couldn't help feeling bored.

In fact, when Du Chi first moved here, the atmosphere between the two was still very friendly.

The moving van stopped at the door of the brush and ink studio, and Xiang Mo took the initiative to come to the yard to receive Du Chi, even though Du Chi was squatting beside a large dog that he didn't like very much.

"His name is San Mao, he doesn't bite." Du Chi bent down slightly, rubbing Jin Mao's head while looking at Xiang Mo and said.

Due to the nature of his work, Xiang Mo will meet many strangers, some come to learn painting, some come to buy paintings.But also because of the nature of his work, he always unconsciously observes the facial features of strangers.

Du Chi's eyes are beautiful, deep and energetic, and he won't dodge. When he looks directly at you, he can feel his cheerfulness and sincerity.

—Of course, this is just a first impression.

"San Mao?" The focus of sight shifted from Du Chi's eyes to the eyes of the big golden retriever. Xiang Mo somehow felt that San Mao and Du Chi were a bit alike. They both looked cheerful and sincere, wagging their tails in a friendly manner. When someone called his name, his drooping ears would move slightly.

Xiang Mo is not afraid of dogs, he just has a psychological shadow of big dogs, because when he was a child, a German shepherd came to him affectionately, leaving a scratch on his forearm, which made him receive five shots of rabies vaccine .

"You can touch him." Du Chi said.

The best way for two strangers to get closer is to socialize through pets. Xiang Mo originally wanted to have a good relationship with his new neighbors, but just when he was about to muster up the courage to touch Sanmao, the third sister suddenly came out of the studio. Slipped out, meowing and came to Sanmao.

"You have a cat?" Du Chi squatted down, trying to touch Sanmei's head, but Sanmei dodged flexibly and went around to the other side of Sanmao.

Sanmao turned her head and followed the nimble little cat with her eyes.

"Her name is Sanmei." Xiang Mo said, "She is like this, if you touch her, she will hide, if you ignore her, she will rub you."

A cat and a dog at the feet are sniffing each other's noses, and the picture looks quite harmonious.However, at this moment, Sanmei suddenly stretched out her front paws, punched Sanmao unceremoniously, and then slipped back into the studio.

Looking at Sanmao's bewildered appearance, Xiang Mo thought in shame, well, this stinky cat is not suitable for socializing with pets.

"Let's make way."

Two master movers squeezed into the yard carrying a large cardboard box, breaking the awkward atmosphere between the two.

Xiang Mo casually glanced at the packaging on the carton, and saw that it was a black wrought iron bed.Seeing that the moving van was empty, he took the initiative to take Du Chi to the house, and asked friendlyly, "Do you need my help?"

"No, I'll do it myself." Du Chi led Sanmao and followed Xiang Mo into the studio on the first floor, "I wanted to ask you the last time I came to see the house, are you a part-time studio? ?”

The opening hours of the pen and ink studio are from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] pm on weekdays, and from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm on rest days.Compared with some studios that open from morning to night every day, the arrangement of the brush and ink studio is relatively lazy. It's not that Xiang Mo has other things to do, but he just wants to rest.

"No, full-time."

Xiang Mo didn't say much, in fact, he was not full-time before.

The age of 25 was a watershed in Xiang Mo's life. Before the age of 25, he was an art teacher in a public junior high school. He had a boyfriend with good conditions, his job was smooth, and his relationship was happy.

That year, with the encouragement and connection of his boyfriend, he got the opportunity to hold a solo exhibition.

At that time, Xiang Mo had the arrogance and self-confidence unique to young artists. He decided to exhibit his human body sketches in the art exhibition, which was his favorite painting and the best subject.

Xiang Mo's body sketches have his strong personal style. In the words of art magazines, the pencil in his hand is like a camera with filters.

The brush strokes are extremely fine, both realistic and not only realistic.

A parent accidentally learned that Xiang Mo had opened an art exhibition, and brought their children to join in on the show. When they saw Xiang Mo's painting naked, they turned around and reported him to the school.

"This kind of teacher is not suitable for teaching adolescent children" "What if you instill strange ideas in children"...

Facing the parent's questioning, Xiang Mo didn't make much excuses and resigned from his school job. However, when he was in the lowest mood, his boyfriend who was supposed to be by his side wanted to go abroad for development. In the end, the two chose separate.

For a while, he lost his job and lost his object. It took Xiang Mo a long time to get out of it, and then he opened a brush and ink studio with the income from selling paintings.

Three years have passed quietly, but in fact, Xiang Mo prefers the peaceful and comfortable life now.At least the students are all adults, so there is no need to worry about spoiling the children.

"Is this your work?"

Du Chi behind him didn't follow Xiang Mo upstairs, but stayed in a corner of the studio with San Mao.

In that corner hangs the only sketch of a human body in the studio. Compared with Xiang Mo's previous works, the scale is very small, only the back of the human body.

"Yes." Replying only one word seemed a little indifferent, and Xiang Mo didn't know if Du Chi knew what to do, so he said without words, "I'm good at sketching."

"I found out that I've seen your art exhibition."

The sudden topic surprised Xiang Mo. Although he was well-known in the circle, he was not to the point where anyone who came here could recognize him.

He was about to ask Du Chi why he went to see his art exhibition, but Du Chi said again: "At first I thought it was a photography exhibition, but I didn't expect it to be an art exhibition."

Hearing this, Xiang Mo immediately understood that Du Chi probably went to see it by chance, and he didn't even know the content of the exhibition.

A layman's compliment doesn't carry much weight to Xiang Mo, he replied casually, "That's how I paint."

"What a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet a painter I knew here."

There was a sense of novelty in Du Chi's tone, as if he had accidentally discovered the wonder of fate, and his eyes were full of desire to explore when he looked at Mo.

It's just that this desire is fleeting, maybe it's the superficial impression overlapping with the reality in front of him, which makes people feel unreal. Du Chi looked at Xiang Mo again with a scrutinizing gaze.

Being looked at by others, it is inevitable to think too much.

Xiang Mo thinks that his appearance is still in line with the identity of a painter. His clothes are loose and casual, but he has a careful matching of colors, and his nails are neatly manicured, just like his exquisite painting style.

He didn't know why he let Du Chi look at him, maybe it was the painter's vanity at work, hoping to get the evaluation of "a person is like a painting".

In the end, Du Chi didn't express any opinion, but just seemed to know Xiang Mo again, and joked: "So that porn artist is you."

Color, love, art, art, home.

Hearing these words, the corners of Xiang Mo's mouth froze instantly. Although he still maintained a friendly expression, his face tended to turn dark.

It seems that he really doesn't like creatures like big dogs.