single sickness

The mobile phone placed by the bed vibrated, and Xiang Mo picked it up casually, and found that it was a message from the group chat of "Family in love with each other".

In addition to those seven words, the group chat title also has red, yellow, blue, and purple hearts. Before seeing the title changed to this, Xiang Mo really didn't expect it. After Du Chi's father got acquainted with it It will be this style.

【Du Bin: link】

【Du Bin: Read this article】

Click the link to Mo and found that the article is about the art exhibition and press conference last weekend.The person who pushed this article is a relatively authoritative official account in the art world. Although the statement is very cryptic, the core idea is that art must be bold. In short, it gave a very positive evaluation.

[Du Bin: I still have some friends who want to buy Xiao Xiang's paintings]

[Du Bin: How much stock do you have? 】

【Du Bin: @杜池】

Dad Du must have @wrong person again.

Xiang Mo's profile picture is Sanmao, and Du Chi's profile picture is Sanmei. The backgrounds are all in the small garden on the third floor. If you don't pay attention, you will misread them.

But if you read it wrong, you must answer the elder's question. Although Xiang Mo's posture is inconvenient now, he still typed with one hand.

【Xiang Mo: Not much】

A reply immediately popped up in the dialog box.

【Du Bin: Then draw more】

When Xiang Mo wants to paint, he will naturally paint. It has been a long time since he was urged to paint by his elders like this.

Things like works cannot be urged.Xiang Mo didn't want to draw right now, and that's why he was lying on the bed.

"Teacher Xiang." Du Chi frowned dissatisfiedly behind the easel, "Can models still use mobile phones? Can you be more dedicated?"

Xiang Mo quickly responded with an "OK" expression, put the phone back on the bed in cooperation, repositioned himself, and asked, "Have you not finished drawing yet?"

Tonight Du Chi is the painter and Xiang Mo is the model.He took off his clothes and lay on his side on the bed, his slender legs crossed casually, revealing a secret place.

What Du Chi did was not a sketch but an oil painting. From eight o'clock in the evening, the two of them rolled up the sheets while drawing, and started again after ten o'clock.

Now it's past twelve o'clock, and Du Chi is still immersed in his creation behind the easel.

"It's almost ready." Du Chi finally drew two strokes on the drawing paper, looked at his work with a serious face and nodded, as if saying that he was very satisfied, "Wife, come and see, can this level be good?" Be your husband?"

Xiang Mo put on his pajamas and pajamas slowly, only to hear Du Chi say again: "When I'm free, I can also help you guide students."

Du Chi can indeed guide the basic knowledge of painting, after all, he was also an art student in high school.

However, when Xiang Mo came behind the easel, he immediately changed his mind.

"What is this?" He stared at the abstract painting in front of him, "Why do my legs look like this? Are you drawing a carrot?"

Pure white paint, straight lines, so casual, so casual.

Thinking back to the picture of Uncle Li painted by Uncle Zhang back then, Xiang Mo finally understood why Du Chi could appreciate it, because his own paintings were more abstract than Picasso's.

"This is a simple drawing method." Du Chi said plausibly, "You don't need to draw every detail, because you can tell it's your leg at a glance."

"What about here?" Xiang Mo pointed to a certain organ in the center of the painting, "Why is it so detailed here?"

At first glance, you can tell that a lot of paint was spent, and it took countless repairs to have such a vivid texture.During the few hours Du Chi was painting, Xiang Mo suspected that he spent at least half of the time on it.

"Because this is the key point of this painting." Du Chi spread his palm, as if introducing an exhibit, and pointed to that part of the painting, "Look at it hiding between his legs, is it still holding the pipa half covered The beauty of the face?"

Xiang Mo: "?"

"It lowers its head pitifully, don't you think it's cute?"

Xiang Mo: "Cute??"

"I also made a special drawing on your lips." Du Chi pointed to the lump of red paint on the drawing paper again, "Do you think it looks like a flower?"

The part that should have been the lips was drawn with an irregular circle.If it's not lips, it looks like it's pouting and waiting for a kiss.

Xiang Mo frowned suspiciously: "Rosa rose?"

"NO, you didn't understand." Du Chi shook his index finger regretfully, "It's not a concrete flower, but an abstract flower. If you find a representative for it—"

After a pause, he continued: "Don't look at it as red, but it actually implies a chrysanthemum."

Xiang Mo was stunned, and immediately understood Du Chi's metaphor.

What the hell is this smelly dog ​​thinking all day?

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said, "You're still in your own class, aren't you?"

I have never seen anyone use red to refer to chrysanthemums-although there is indeed pink in it.

"Of course." Du Chi said boldly, "This is called pornographic art."

"Du Chi!!" Xiang Mo raised his chest in one breath, and with a roar, San Mao, who was sleeping sprawled in the kennel, turned over with a whoosh.

"What?" Du Chi blinked innocently, "Am I not good at drawing?"

"The painting is very good." Du Chi obviously did it on purpose, and Xiang Mo got angry and said to him, "No more drawing in the future."

Du Chi finally couldn't pretend anymore, he hugged Xiang Mo into his arms, and laughed uncontrollably while enduring the painless cat punch.

At this moment, the third sister in the delivery room suddenly let out a meow, and San Mao, who was dozing off, immediately became sober, rushed to the side of the delivery room, and yelled at the two of them anxiously.

It was the third sister who was about to give birth.

This is also the reason why the two stayed in the room most of the night and did not sleep.

At this time, it doesn't matter whether the painting is good or not. The two hurriedly washed their hands and disinfected, and waited outside the delivery room for the third sister to give birth, fearing that something might happen.

The amniotic fluid broke for a while, and the third sister's stomach kept rising and falling, but the eldest one just didn't come out.

"It won't be difficult to deliver, right?" Xiang Mo frowned impatiently, not knowing what to do.

Du Chi called the doctor at the pet hospital, but he didn't know if the other party had set the phone to silent, and no one answered even two calls.

"It's okay." He was obviously a little anxious, but he still comforted Xiang Modao, "The garden cats are stronger, and the third sister is definitely fine."

After waiting for a few more minutes, the eldest was finally born, but after the afterbirth was removed, it didn't cry or show signs of breathing.

Du Chi cleaned up the amniotic fluid in its mouth with a paper towel and a nasal aspirator, and held its body and shook it down gently, but after a while, the kitten still didn't make a sound.

The expressions of both of them became dignified. Sanmao must have sensed that the atmosphere was not right, so he yelled "Wow", and it was at this moment that the lifeless kitten in Du Chi's hand suddenly began to struggle, and There was a loud cry.

"San Mao." Xiang Mo rubbed San Mao's head in surprise and fear, "You are good at delivering babies."

Sanmao barked twice more, and circled around Du Chi, apparently wanting to smell the kitten, but knew he couldn't do so.

The next second and third children were born relatively smoothly. Among the three kittens, two raccoon cats and one little orange are not in the same suit as the third sister.

After giving birth to the third child, the third sister remained silent for a long time.Xiang Mo replenished canned goat milk for the third sister, and then fell asleep leaning against the wall with Du Chi.

This sleeping position is not so much sleep as it is to close your eyes and rest your mind.The two and one dog accompanied the third sister to give birth, and together experienced the most important event of the family.

After an unknown amount of time, Sanmao's cry woke them up.

The third sister gave birth to the fourth child smoothly, but I don't know if it was the first birth and the second familiarity. She no longer needs Du Chi's help, and she can take good care of the fourth child.

The fourth child is a cow with black spots just around the eyes. It looks like a panda, which is quite cute.

The fifth child is another raccoon cat, and now Xiang Mo is almost certain that the animal that has tarnished the innocence of his third sister should be the nearby raccoon cat.

After tossing all night, the third sister was obviously exhausted, but there was still a sixth child in her belly that hadn't been born yet.

At this time, it was close to the time of sunrise, and the sky outside the window gradually turned pale.

The east side of the old bungalows is not as prosperous as the west side, only a few old small high-rise buildings can be seen.Xiang Mo had never woken up at this time, and wanted to take the opportunity to watch the sunrise, but the sun was always hiding behind the clouds, showing no sign of showing up.

Just when Xiang Mo was about to be overwhelmed, the last sixth child finally arrived late.

The sixth child has only three flowers, the same suit as the third sister.

Du Chi's spirit was slightly better than Xiang Mo's. He picked up the sixth child and looked at it, and said to Mo with a little surprise: "It's a male."

"Ah?" Xiang Mo's drowsiness disappeared immediately, "Are you sure?"

During this time, Xiang Mo did a lot of homework, knowing that the male Sanhua cat is extremely rare due to genetic problems, and it is said that the birth rate is only one in 40.

I took it to the sixth child to confirm it, and it really was a little male cat.

"That's okay too?" Xiang Mo put the sixth child back beside Third Sister, scratched her chin, "You are really amazing, Third Sister."

The third sister let out a lazy "meow" and gladly accepted Xiang Mo's compliment.

The six cubs squeezed into Third Sister's arms to drink milk, not letting anyone else in, each of them was very energetic.

Xiang Mo leaned on Du Chi's shoulder, and San Mao lay beside the delivery room. The two of them watched quietly for a while, and before they knew it, the sun came out from behind the clouds, and the morning light shone through the window into the room, giving the two of them a warm welcome. The ends of the hair are dotted with golden light spots.

The dim room became bright in an instant, as if illuminated by sunlight, and as if illuminated by six little new lives.

While being moved, Xiang Mo couldn't hold on any longer and yawned.

"Replenishing sleep?" Du Chi asked.

"Okay." Xiang Mo leaned against Du Chi and closed his eyes completely, "You carry me there."

"You're getting clingier." Even so, Du Chi hugged Xiang Mo unequivocally.

"I thought you liked it." Xiang Mo wrapped his arms around Du Chi's neck, dragging his lazy voice, "If you don't like it, I won't cling to you anymore."

"You dare." Du Chi glanced at the cat in his arms, "You must cling to me for the rest of your life."

In a person's life, there are not only destined good partings, but also destined good encounters.

Luo Yang, Aunt Zhou, and Master Zhao's family gradually faded out of Xiangmo's life, but he has Du Chi, San Mao, a family that loves each other, and now there are new members in the family.

Because of Xiang Mei's influence, Xiang Mo no longer believed in marriage, and later because of Qian Kun's influence, he no longer believed in love.

The indifference he thought was actually a kind of escape, maybe Du Chi's words were not wrong, he really regarded being single as a disease.

Every disease has a cure rate, some are high, some are low.Xiang Mo is not sure what the cure rate of the single disease is, but he believes it must be higher than one in 40.

The third sister gave birth to a male Sanhuamao, such a small probability can happen, what is impossible?

"Du Chi." Xiang Mo lay on the bed, nestled in Du Chi's arms, and called softly.

"Huh?" Du Chi replied lazily.

"My bachelor disease was cured by you." Xiang Mo looked up at Du Chi.

"Perhaps," Du Chi retracted his chin slightly, with a gentle arc drawn at the corner of his mouth, looking directly into Xiang Mo's eyes, "it will never recur."

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