half blind

After returning from the island, Zhang Qing had a high fever for several days.Zhou Nanchen found him in a kayak, but when Zhang Qing went to find that cliff, he swam by himself.

If it wasn't for such an incident, everyone would not know that Zhang Qing is so good at water.

However, even with such a big incident, the recording of this program still has not stopped.

Everyone in the program team signed a non-disclosure agreement with stricter terms. A week later, Zhang Qing's fever subsided, and the program continued to record.

During Zhang Qing's fever, only Bai Mahuai never visited him in the hospital, and when the recording started again, he was still able to stick to him with a playful smile and call him "idol" like before.

"The way you chase idols is to push them off the cliff?" Zhang Qing lowered his voice and sneered.

"Brother Qing, do you have evidence? If you spread rumors casually, our company will sue you for infringement of reputation rights." Bai Mahuai also lowered his voice and smiled contemptuously, "Besides, the circle wants your life now People, but I'm not the only one."

Kong Yishan never met Zhang Qing at all, and left soon after finding someone, saying that he still had important work to do.The terrified program group and the complaining staff continued to finish recording this episode.

After another five days, the recording of this disaster-ridden survival show was finally finished. Mo Mao said that he would never record a variety show again in his life, and only wanted to be a diligent post-worker.

Before Yin Ling left, she asked Zhang Qing for a while to pay attention to her body, and then reluctantly boarded her family's private jet.

And Zhang Qing and Zhou Nanchen finally had time to return to Huaishui for a rest.

"Fuck, it's really cold." This was the first sentence Zhang Qing uttered after getting off the plane and sneezed three or four times.

"I've been staying in the south, and I almost forgot that it's already December." Zhou Nanchen also wrapped his coat tightly.

"Yesterday I was basking in the sun by the beach, and it's already snowing here." Zhang Qing raised his head and opened his mouth wide at the flying snowflakes.

Zhou Nanchen smiled, "What are you doing?"

"Taste the taste of hometown." Zhang Qing said vaguely.

"I'm sick." Zhou Nanchen laughed.

Even though it was snowing so much, there were still many fans around the station exit.Duanmurou stood pitifully at the periphery of the fans, and waved at the two of them.

Zhang Qing hastily greeted the fans, squeezed through the crowd and walked towards Duanmu Rou. Before he could shout "Sister Rou", he was hugged.

"You scared me to death." Duanmurou hugged her so hard that Zhang Qing could smell some reassuring perfume on her body, "You bastard, you've learned how to deceive people now."

"I'm fine." Zhang Qing comforted her by patting her on the back.

"Is there something? It's too late!" Duanmurou said viciously, but after all, there were so many people, Duanmurou quickly let go of him, and hugged Zhou Nanchen again, "Let's go first."

As expected, Duanmurou counted the two of them from beginning to end on the way back, and they didn't stop until they walked up the stairs of Zhou Nanchen's house.

"...If I had known this, I wouldn't have promised to come to Huaishui to handle chores for you, and just stay by your side." Duanmurou said with frustration on his face, "She, Miss Yin, is really, she really treats herself To be a young lady? How dare you hide such a big matter from me!"

Zhou Nanchen was amused when he heard that, "He's not your subordinate, so you don't have to report anything."

"What about the two of you?" Duanmurou immediately shifted the blame, "She's the eldest lady, are you two too? It's been so long that she didn't even know how to say a word, and she suddenly told me that she fell off the cliff when she was almost back! "

"Squeak." Zhou Nanchen said.

"You!" Duanmurou raised his hand and gave Zhou Nanchen a chestnut.

"Okay, okay, don't make sister Rou angry." Zhang Qing chuckled, and then said sincerely, "Sister Rou, we know we are wrong, really."

"Then do it again next time, right?" Duanmurou scolded with a look of resentment, "I already know you two, husbands and wives always sing, and words are better than songs!"

"Oh, it's alright, alright." Zhang Qing pushed Duanmurou's shoulders and walked out, "You can send them here when they are all at the door~"

Duanmurou snorted disdainfully, "Okay, okay, you little couple are going to live a loving life, and I, an old lady, won't bother you."

Zhang Qing put his palms together and bowed reverently, "Sister, I'll treat you to a full banquet tomorrow, sister."

"Next time, it's useless to call me aunt!"

Duanmu left softly, and Zhou Nanchen opened the door with a smile, "Don't hurry up tomorrow, why not treat her to dinner today. She has been worried about you for several days, and you are too ruthless to treat her like this." .”

"I can't do it today, I'll see if I'm free tomorrow and invite her again." Zhang Qing said.

"Do you have work today?" Zhou Nanchen took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, "I remember you didn't have an announcement today..."

Zhou Nanchen's eyes were suddenly covered by a pair of hands after half of Zhou Nanchen's words.

"What are you playing?" Zhou Nanchen said helplessly.

"Close your eyes and don't open them." Zhang Qing pushed him away behind him, "Go forward, turn left, and be careful where you step."

Zhou Nanchen found it funny, and was also curious about what tricks he wanted to play, so he followed him, "Are you there?"

"Well—wait a moment." Zhang Qing let go of his hands covering his eyes, and did not forget to ask, "Don't open your eyes!"

"it is good."

I don't know what Zhang Qing is messing with, I just heard the sound of dragging and placing in my ears, and finally, "It's done!"

Zhou Nanchen slowly opened his eyes, shocked by the scene in front of him.

He was standing in his bedroom, but the bedroom was completely different from what he was familiar with.

The walls on all sides were painted an uneven light blue, and a log-colored small bed leaned against the blue walls, covered with red quilts and simple pillows.

Two small wooden chairs were placed crookedly aside, and a simple coat rack was nailed to the head of the bed.A small table was placed under the window with a china vase of water.

This is the cabin of Vincent van Gogh, and it is in this room that he painted one after another handed down paintings.

"Happy birthday!" Zhang Qing stood in the middle of the hut and spread his arms towards Zhou Nanchen.

"you……"

"Do you think I forgot your birthday?" Zhang Qing said as if asking for credit, "How about it, do you like it?"

"When did you prepare it?" Zhou Nanchen reached out and touched the head of the small wooden bed, and his fingertips felt the rough feeling of the plain wood that had just been cut.

"Hey, what I want to say is that I actually made preparations long before I went to Kuizhou. I originally planned to arrange it myself, but it turned out that a bunch of messy things happened, so I asked Sister Rou to help me arrange it." Zhang Zhang Qing suddenly rubbed his hands awkwardly, "So... how about it, do you like it? I did renovate your house without your consent. If you feel bad, you can do it again..."

Zhou Nanchen didn't say a word, he stretched out his arms to hug Zhang Qing, and hugged him tightly, "I like it very much."

"That's good." Zhang Qing felt his hanging heart fall back into his stomach, and he stretched out his hand to pat Zhou Nanchen's back.

Zhou Nanchen let go of him, and walked around the sky-blue cabin, looking here and touching there, "It's very original, almost every detail is the same as in the painting."

Zhou Nanchen pointed to the wall, "However, there are still paintings of Van Gogh hanging in his room. Here, and here."

"I vacated this place on purpose." Zhang Qing said with a smile, "You can hang your own paintings."

Many expressions flashed across Zhou Nanchen's face in an instant. If I had to describe it, it seemed that there was a trace of helplessness mixed with surprise and touch.

"First it was the sunset, and then this. You really want me to resign and change careers?"

"For me, there are many makeup artists, but there is only one little alien artist." Zhang Qing stood on tiptoe and kissed Zhou Nanchen's forehead.

Zhou Nanchen's eyes changed, and he suddenly pushed Zhang Qing down on the bed, and the small oak bed creaked immediately.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Qing giggled.

Zhou Nanchen leaned down and whispered something in his ear, Zhang Qing bounced off the bed, almost bumping into Zhou Nanchen's head.

"No!" Zhang Qing's cheeks turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, "absolutely not!"

"What's the matter?" Zhou Nanchen rubbed his ear with a smile, "Haven't we done all the more egregious things?"

"That's different from this one!" Zhang Qing pushed Zhou Nanchen away, "No, no, don't mess around!"

"Don't you want me to pick up the paintbrush again?" Zhou Nanchen persisted, whispering devilish words in his ear, "I want to try it, if it's you, maybe I can really succeed."

Zhang Qing glared at him and squeezed out between his teeth, "Can't you, use another method?"

Zhou Nanchen sighed and got up pretending to be disappointed, "Forget it, I still have to prepare for tonight's live broadcast."

"Hey——" Zhang Qing saw that he was really going to leave, turned over and grabbed the corner of his clothes, with a look of abandonment, "Forget it, forget it! Just this time, just this time!"

Zhou Nanchen jumped up like a child who had eaten candy, "Wait!"

After a while, Zhou Nanchen came to his makeup case, and took out a large box of eyeshadow palette, lipstick, and eyeliner from it, "I don't have any paint, let's use this instead."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up." Zhang Qing gritted his teeth.

Zhou Nanchen looked at him with a smile, "Then you take it off first."

The two stalemate with each other for a long time, and finally Zhang Qing resigned to his fate, and took off his clothes one by one, until only a pair of underwear was left on his body.

Zhou Nanchen looked at his underwear and raised his eyebrows.Zhang Qing gritted his teeth and took off his underwear.

"Lie down." Zhou Nanchen picked up an eyeliner and looked down at Zhang Qing.

Zhang Qing lay on the bed, feeling like a fish on a chopping board.

"If you are afraid, you can close your eyes." Zhou Nanchen said with a smile.

"What do you think of me!" Zhang Qing protested.

"Okay, then just find a comfortable position." Zhou Nanchen kept laughing while saying this.

Zhou Nanchen leaned down and took off the cap of the eyeliner. Zhang Qingyan swallowed and watched his movements nervously.

The tip of the pen landed on Zhang Qing's chest, a little itchy, like a little ant crawling, Zhang Qing took a few deep breaths, and silently recited "dedicate to the glory of art" in his heart.

"Drawn." Zhou Nanchen raised his head.

Zhang Qing was taken aback for a moment, and said to himself that I haven't prepared myself yet, why have you finished the painting.Looking down, I saw a five-petal flower painted on my chest that even a three-year-old kindergartener could draw.

"Zhou Nanchen, if you want to die, just say so!" Zhang Qing kicked him.

"Just kidding." Zhou Nanchen smiled and grabbed Zhang Qing's ankle and put it back, "I'm starting to draw now, it may take a little longer, I'm afraid you'll be bored."

"That won't work." Zhang Qing muttered and lay back, "You can just draw."

Zhang Qing knew that Zhou Nanchen's original intention was to relax him, but for some reason, he became more nervous, and he knew very well that this nervousness was not due to fear, but...

Zhou Nanchen's warm breath sprayed on his naked body, and the soft makeup brush swept over his skin repeatedly.

He seemed to have entered a highly concentrated working state, his expression was so focused that even if there was an earthquake at this time, he would not be aware of it.

Sometimes he bowed his head and blew off the excess powder, and sometimes he gently smudged the color on the skin with his fingertips.Zhang Qing was almost fascinated by it. He remembered clearly that he fell in love with Zhou Nanchen because of his expression.

In Vincent Van Gogh's hut, Zhou Nanchen pressed Zhang Qing on Van Gogh's small bed, and drew lines on his body.

I don't know how long it took, the sunlight that shot into the room became slanted, Zhou Nanchen suddenly raised his head and said "Okay".

"Okay?" Zhang Qing licked his lips, feeling an inexplicable heat all over his body.

Zhou Nanchen looked at him and smiled, "I think maybe we need to develop a new gameplay in the future."

"What?" Zhang Qing asked confusedly.

"You have been hard for an hour." Zhou Nanchen pointed out.

"Fuck." Zhang Qing blushed and struggled to sit up and scolded, "Where the hell are you looking at? Isn't it painting?"

"See for yourself how conspicuous it is. It's hard not to see it." Zhou Nanchen smiled happily.

"Try it for you!" Zhang Qing glared at him viciously, if his face wasn't so red, it might be a little convincing.

"Thank you." Zhou Nanchen held Zhang Qing's ankle and separated his legs, "This is a reward."

……

By the time Zhang Qing recovered from the aftertaste of the orgasm, Zhou Nanchen had already cleaned up the pile of cosmetics scattered on the bed.

"I didn't expect that the new sheets I just bought would have to be washed." Zhang Qing sighed.

"Let me wash it." Zhou Nanchen stretched out his hand to pull up Zhang Qing who was lying on the bed, "Would you like to admire my masterpiece?"

Zhang Qing's cheeks seemed to be ejaculating along with the young offspring, "Of course!"

The original things in Zhou Nanchen's room were moved out and temporarily placed in the north room—that is, Zhou Nanchen's mother's room. Zhou Nanchen pulled Zhang Qing to a full-length mirror.

"Fuck." For a while, Zhang Qing couldn't think of adjectives other than swear words, "Isn't this too awesome?!"

A huge white lotus flower stretched from the thigh of his right leg to his left chest, blooming at the position of his heart.Budding flower branches and broad lotus leaves are crowded beside it, and a few drops of water hang precariously on them, bending the buds down.

The background of the lotus leaf is a large area of ​​blue, which is sometimes light and sometimes thick. At first glance, it may be the ripples of the water surface. When you look closely, you find that there are floating white clouds floating over the lotus leaf.

This piece of blue turned out to be the sky.

Taking a closer look, Zhang Qing finally figured out through some unnatural contour deformations on the painting that what Zhou Nanchen painted was the reflection of the lotus on the water.

As if Zhou Nanchen had never put down his paintbrush, he only used eyeliner and an eyeshadow palette to easily outline a fairyland on his body.

Zhang Qing stared at the mirror in shock for a long time.

"Actually, when I first started painting, my hands were shaking for a long time, and I wiped it off and repainted it several times." Zhou Nanchen smiled embarrassedly, "But when I saw your tense face, I feel a lot more relaxed. I also have cosmetics in my hands, so it seems to be smoother than expected.”

Zhang Qing said for a while, "If your fans know that you have painted such a large painting with such expensive cosmetics, they will probably be so angry that they will have a myocardial infarction."

"It's okay, they won't know." Zhou Nanchen hugged Zhang Qing from behind and looked at his body in the mirror, "There can be many artists, but there is only one Zhang Xiaoqing who can blush, and it's mine."

"Get out." But when he said this, Zhang Qing blushed again.