single sickness

Human cognition of beauty originated from the human body.

The ancient Greeks discovered the beauty of freedom and health of the human body, and found the starting point of beauty for human beings.Regardless of class, religion or ethics, the gaze of human beings on the human body is the gaze of beauty.

Due to the constraints in interpersonal communication, the last time Xiang Mo met Du Chi's shirtless body on the third floor, he did not "stare" at his body.

It's not that I don't want to, it's just being rude.Unspeakable regrets took root and sprouted in my heart, and because of this, when a legitimate opportunity appeared, this tender sprout broke through the ground like a long winter.

"Are you sure?" Du Chi glanced at the yard, he probably didn't expect Xiang Mo to be so bold, and asked suspiciously, "Here?"

The periphery of the small courtyard is not the iron railing that leaks the wind, but the red brick wall full of history.The gate of the courtyard is not open, even if someone passes by, they will not see the scene in the small courtyard.

The second and third floors of the neighbors can be seen clearly, but there is no one on both sides at this time, so don't worry about the impact.

Taking a step back, in fact, Xiang Mo didn't let Du Chi take off here.He blurted out what was in his mind, just as the interviewer offered to "turn me somersaults" on a whim, and if the interviewer said "it's really inconvenient", it would not affect the hiring decision.

But this interview is a little bit special.

Looking back on the interactions we've had since we met, it's rare for Xiang Mo to take the lead once.He raised his eyebrows, looked at Du Chi and asked, "Why, don't you dare?"

Du Chi, who had just taken a shower, changed into white cotton short sleeves and gray linen trousers. In short, they were easy to take off.

The hair on the top of his head was longer than the back of his head, and it should have been simply blown through with a hair dryer, and it flew across his forehead refreshingly.But the short hair on the temples and the back of the head was blown loose and casual, and wet moisture could still be seen in the sun.

Should be sure that Xiang Mo was not joking, Du Chi smiled softly, not to be outdone, and said: "Yes."

Familiar banter flashed in his deep eyes, and a bad premonition inexplicably arose in Xiang Mo's heart, but before he could react, Du Chi stretched his hands to his lower abdomen and untied his waistband.

Xiang Mo was startled, thinking why didn't this man play his cards according to the routine?Normal people will take off their shirts first!

He quickly pressed Du Chi's forearm, stared at him and said, "Are you a pervert?"

He admitted that he wanted to tease Du Chi somewhat, but he never really wanted Du Chi to take off his pants.

A thick smile appeared on the corner of Du Chi's mouth, as if he had expected Xiang Mo to be flustered, and asked, "Who is the pervert, the artist?"

The tone rose briskly, and the word "artist" came out of Du Chi's mouth, as if it had become some kind of frivolous nickname.

Xiang Mo almost forgot that he was the one who made people undress in broad daylight, and if he had to say it, he was the pervert.

"You're qualified." He withdrew his hand from Du Chi's forearm and changed the subject unnaturally, "What do you think about the hourly salary?"

"How much does Teacher Xiang think is appropriate?" Du Chi stopped teasing Xiang Mo, lowered his head, and slowly tied up his trouser belt.

"How about one hundred and fifty?" Xiang Mo said fairly.

Du Chi paused and raised his eyebrows, his expression obviously dissatisfied.

But he didn't bargain with Xiang Mo, he just said: "Let's do it for now, we'll see later."

Xiang Mo also felt that there was no point in negotiating the price now. If Du Chi only became one time and didn't want to do it again, it would be a waste of time to talk about it.

The students of the advanced sketching class came to the studio one after another around twelve o'clock. Unlike the students who complained all over the place on Saturday, almost every student who entered the small courtyard today looked at the man leaning on the motorcycle in surprise. Du Chi, then confirmed with other students in disbelief: "New model?"

"Yes~ Teacher Xiang specially found us a new model."

Before introducing her to Mo, Meng Yun always took the initiative to answer the conversation with an ambiguous tone.

She is obviously a substitute teacher, but she refers to herself and the students as "we". It feels like dividing the people in the studio into two small groups, one is her and the students, and the other is Xiang Mo. and Du Chi.

Xiang Mo couldn't tell, but Meng Yun was very active today.

"Pay attention to grasping the shape." Meng Yun walked to Du Chi and said to the students behind the easel, "The shirts worn by the models are very loose, so be careful not to draw them too bulky."

"Teacher, you are blocking me!" Some students protested.

"Also pay attention to the proportion of the leg length!" Meng Yun immediately stepped aside, "The perspective of the Martin boots is the key!"

Xiang Mo had no room for development, so he could only stand aside, occasionally looking at the boring Du Chi, and occasionally watching the progress of the students.

In fact, Du Chi didn't change his clothes at first, and was about to come to act as a model for Xiang Mo with flip-flops on his feet.

Of course Xiang Mo was dissatisfied, he frowned slightly and said, "What's so good about a white T-shirt?"

Du Chi looked down at himself, and went up to change into a black polo shirt.

"Still not." Xiang Mo folded his arms around his chest, frowned and looked Du Chi up and down, "Don't you have more complicated clothes?"

Whether it's T-shirts or POLO shirts, the styles are too simple and don't have much teaching value.Most of the students who have learned advanced sketching have a good level, and they still have to feel the value of the course.

However, Du Chi obviously didn't understand Xiang Mo's teaching standards, so he simply said, "Then you choose."

Xiang Mo followed Du Chi to the third floor. It was inconvenient for him to enter the room, so he had to wait at the door.

After a while, the door opened from the inside, and Du Chi appeared behind the door wearing a round-neck striped shirt. Xiang Mo only glanced at it, then raised his eyebrows and said, "Change."

Du Chi twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to protest, but in the end he obediently returned to the room, and changed into a gradient casual shirt.

Xiang Mo hesitated for two seconds this time, but he still said, "Change."

Du Chi seemed to have lost his temper, and returned to the room with a speechless expression.

Xiang Mo was thinking that if the next outfit was still not enough, he would just use the gradient casual shirt just now, but when the door opened again, he saw that Du Chi was naked, holding a shirt in his left hand , holding a V-neck shirt in his right hand, and asked Xiang Mo lazily, "Which one?"

Still look best without clothes on.

An inappropriate thought flashed through Xiang Mo's mind.

He pursed his lips, glanced at the loose white shirt, and said lightly, "On the left."

"Finally." Du Chi heaved a sigh of relief and asked again, "Do you have any requirements for the pants?"

"There can be more trouser pockets."

In the end, Du Chi wore a pair of cropped jeans with narrowed feet. When he came out of the house wearing Martin boots, Xiang Mo finally showed a satisfied look.

I am used to seeing Du Chi wearing flip-flops and sportswear, but I have to admit that when he dresses up seriously, he is another kind of handsome that is different from lazy and sunny.

"Thank you, Teacher Du." Xiang Mo said.

"Teacher" is Xiang Mo's respectful name for his partner. He will be called Mr. Meng Yun, and he will also be called Mr. Art Merchant, which means that the two parties have reached a working relationship.

However, Du Chi didn't seem to care about this relationship. When he heard the word "Teacher Du", he just smiled, looked at Xiang Mo and said, "You look like my wife."

Xiang Mo was taken aback, showing an inexplicable expression.

"I don't care what clothes I wear." There was a bit of complaint and a bit of ridicule in Du Chi's tone.

Xiang Mo has long been accustomed to Du Chi's virtue, and said in a businesslike manner, "Because I am your employer."

Although it took a lot of effort to choose the clothes, the rest went smoothly. Du Chi was very dedicated and stopped moving after sitting down.

But when Xiang Mo passed by him by chance, he suddenly called out in a low voice, "Teacher Xiang."

Xiang Mo stopped in his tracks and turned his head to look at Du Chi.

"I want to drink water." Du Chi said pitifully.

Xiang Mo seemed to see a big wronged dog. He couldn't help but want to laugh, but he suppressed the faint smile on the corner of his mouth and went to the kitchen on the second floor to pour a glass of warm water for Du Chi.

When putting the cup back on the second floor, Meng Yun followed behind.

"Teacher Xiang, don't you admit it?" Meng Yun asked excitedly as if she had finally found a chance, "He is your new boyfriend, right?"

Xiang Mo finally understood why Meng Yun was so active today, because he regarded Du Chi as his boyfriend.

"No." He said truthfully, "It's just a neighbor."

He didn't bother to explain that he was single, and there was no such thing as a boyfriend around him.

"Tsk, I don't believe it." Meng Yun looked suspicious.

"Believe it or not."

Xiang Mo put down his cup and went back to the courtyard downstairs. Not long after, a familiar figure walked in from the courtyard door.

The exaggerated toad mirror covered most of his face, and Xiang Mo thought about it for a moment before realizing that this was the person who had a dispute with Du Chi that night.

If he remembered correctly, Du Chi called this person Ye Xing.

"I want to sign up." Ye Xing took off his sunglasses, glanced at Du Chi, and said to Xiang Mo expressionlessly.

Xiang Mo immediately felt a terrible headache, why is there a follow-up to this soap opera?

He looked at Du Chi subconsciously, and found that Du Chi stood up impatiently, making all the students at a loss. He frowned and said, "Sit down."

The large dog immediately sat back obediently.

Ye Xing looked at the interaction between the two, and his face seemed to darken a bit.

"What do you want to learn?" Xiang Mo asked impatiently.

No matter what emotional disputes this person has with Du Chi, it has nothing to do with him.After all, so many students are still watching, of course he has to show a professional attitude.

"I went to get to know you." Ye Xing put away the displeasure on his face, looked at Xiang Mo proudly and said, "Your paintings are indeed not bad, I want to learn sketching from you."

No way, Xiang Mo has even more headaches, why does this soap opera have to pull him in?

"Sketching is difficult." He said gently, "It may take many years to learn to—"

"I have the basics." Ye Xing interrupted Xiang Mo, "I just want to learn your style."

Xiang Mo: "..."

He really wanted to tell Ye Xing, in the eyes of the person you like, I am just a low-level porn artist, what are you going to learn from me...

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Du Chi: This is art.