What kind of bad thoughts can the monitor have?

The sound of hula la mahjong came from the barber shop with the iron fence in Nancheng Old Street as usual.

After saying goodbye to Lu Rover and the others, Tan Jingyang told Ji Zhun that he had a gift for him, and then brought Ji Zhun and Tan Le here.

Looking at the faint light from the crack in the door, Ji Zhun said in a daze, "Don't tell me that the gift you gave me was to entertain me to play cards."

Tan Jingyang pulled open the iron fence and signaled Ji Zhun to enter the house.When Huazi and the others at the table saw that Tan Jingyang had brought someone over, they all stopped looking at the cards.

"Hey, isn't this the buddy who was blocked by the big bald head last time?" Huazi still had a toothpick in his mouth.

Ji Zhun nodded at Hua Zi and the other three, and introduced himself: "Ji Zhun, thank you very much before."

Several people saw that Ji Zhun was quite upright, and they got to know each other within a few words, and asked Ji Zhun if he wanted to have supper together later.

"We both ate." Tan Jingyang took the conversation and said to Huazi, "Help me watch Xiaole for a while, and I will take Jizhun up there."

Hua Zi's expression showed some surprise, but he still bit his toothpick and replied nonchalantly: "Oh, it works."

Ji Zhun followed Tan Jingyang up the wooden ladder in the back room and climbed to the roof of the bungalow.

At this time, a gust of wind blew by, bringing the aroma of phlox planted across the house.

Ji Zhun narrowed his eyes slightly: "You take me to the roof..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Tan Jingyang sitting diagonally across from him holding a drawing board.By the light of the street lamp, I am sharpening a pencil flexibly with a sharp blade.

Ji Zhun immediately swallowed the question, and sat down on the tiles of the roof.He looked at Tan Jingyang who was sharpening the pen with great interest, and asked, "Can you still draw?"

Tan Jing raised her head without raising her head, she just tugged the corner of her mouth lightly: "There are still many things you don't know."

"Yes." Ji Zhun nodded in agreement, "Treasure boy."

"I'm starting to draw?" Tan Jingyang put the blade aside, looked up at Jizhun, "Just sit casually, don't be too deliberate."

Ji Zhun nodded, then curled up one leg and stretched the other, put his arm on the curled up leg and asked Tan Jingyang, "Is this okay?"

"Okay, it will be more satisfying to wear a colorful scarf."

"Damn." Jizhun laughed angrily, "Tan Jingyang, don't be mean."

"Just kidding, handsome."

Tan Jingyang put the pencil between herself and Ji Zhun for comparison, as if composing a picture.Then he began to draw a few strokes each time, and then raised his eyes to look at Ji Zhun.

The surroundings became quiet for a moment, only the rustling of insects in the grass could be heard.

"Tan Jingyang." Ji Zhun licked his lips, "Can I have a cigarette?"

"Whatever." Tan Jingyang replied, but the movement of drawing with his hand didn't stop.

Ji Zhun took out the cigarette case and lighter from his pocket, lit one and held it between his fingers, and continued chatting with Tan Jingyang while smoking.

"Hey, let me tell you, did Huazi dye your silver hair when we first met?"

"Tsk, mention it again?"

Whenever Tan Jingyang was mentioned about her hair, she felt uncomfortable all over.And Ji Zhun just loves to see his rare and cramped appearance, gloating and then asked: "Tell me about Brother Bai Yang?"

"If you lose in mahjong, there is no money to pay. Huazi's grandson said that a batch of hair dye cream just came into the store, and asked me to help him try the color to pay for it." Tan Jingyang stopped writing, lit a cigarette and sighed, "I'm thinking about it." Anyway, it’s on vacation, and I’ll just let him dye it back before school starts. I never knew I’d run into you.”

"What you said, it's obvious that you found the wrong person indiscriminately." Jizhun raised his eyebrows, "Then what, you and Huazi have known each other for a long time, right?"

"Ah."

Tan Jingyang put the cigarette in his mouth and freed his hands to draw.

With his breathing, white smoke floated up from the red dot of the cigarette burning, lingering in front of Tan Jingyang's eyes.

His brows were slightly frowned, his lips were drawn into a line, and his focused eyes were deep and dark.

Ji Zhun just watched like this, but he didn't feel bored.

"Tan Jingyang." Ji Zhun lazily called again.

Tan Jingyang looked up at him.

Ji Zhun bit his cigarette holder and smiled at Tan Jingyang: "Do you know what I suddenly remembered?" He paused, "Have you seen "Titanic"? There is also a painting scene in it."

Tan Jingyang frowned when he heard that, of course he had seen "Titanic".Rose took off her clothes in the cabin and asked Jack to draw a nude portrait of herself.

That scene was handled extremely aesthetically and advancedly, and the light and shadow were full of emotion from the bottom to the bottom. It can be said to be quite classic.

"The scene on the carriage immediately after that was also great." Jizhun was still talking about his movie, "The hand that was suddenly propped on the car window in the cramped space full of heat and sweat, was covered with A water mark was drawn between the breathed glass. It is full of lust but not obscene at all, really amazing. I have to say, Xiao Lizi was so handsome when he was young, right?"

"Ah."

Tan Jingyang really couldn't figure it out, why would he sit on the roof at this moment and listen to Ji Zhun's passionate scene?

Obviously, it is perfectly normal to give him a painting as a birthday present, so why is it Jack, Rose, sweat, breath and hands again?

But after thinking about it, people are just talking about the movies they have seen in idleness, so why am I uncomfortable here?

"Hey, Tan Jingyang..."

"Don't move around."

When he said this, even Tan Jingyang himself found that his voice was a little hoarse.

Ji Zhun blinked and asked in confusion, "Is there toilet water here? There are too many mosquitoes."

"Persevere, and the painting will be finished soon." Tan Jing raised up and threw the toilet water prepared in advance to Jizhun, who took it steadily, and sprayed it on himself and the air.

Ji Zhun: "Would you like some too?"

"No." Tan Jingyang picked up the brush again, "I don't attract mosquitoes very much."

After that, for some reason, Tan Jingyang could no longer concentrate on painting.The images in "Titanic" that Ji Zhun just mentioned are all in his mind.

The carriage, the breath, the sweaty hands with protruding knuckles, and the traces on the glass windows... In the air filled with toilet water, Tan Jingyang's hand holding the pen gradually tightened.

He took out a cigarette again and lit it, trying his best to control the strength of his brushwork without appearing too deep or blunt.But the tip of the pen suddenly "clicked" and broke completely.

Tan Jingyang bit the tip of her tongue hard and gasped.After he stabilized his mind, he took the blade on the side again and sharpened the pencil again.

Before that, he always thought that he had restraint beyond ordinary people in this respect.I don't know what happened today, but just listening to people talk about a movie makes me messed up.

The smell of toilet water was still lingering in Tan Jingyang's nose, while the successor at the side drooped his eyes as if sleeping, and occasionally raised his hand to scratch his wound from mosquito bites.

When the painting was completely finished, Tan Jingyang finally let out a long breath.

And after seeing his own portrait, Ji Zhun's eyes that were originally full of tiredness instantly revived.

"Mr. Tan, I'm afraid you can hold training classes at your level?" Ji Zhun praised sincerely.

"I'm a bit out of shape today, otherwise I can look more like it." Tan Jingyang put the painting into a plastic folder and handed it to Ji Zhun, "Next time, I will draw a better one for you next time."

"Thank you, I'm so awesome, Brother Yang?"

Ji Zhun smiled brightly, and Tan Jingyang happened to see him grinding a white mint candy with his canine teeth, and it was nimbly rolled into his mouth by the tip of his tongue.

With breathing, bring out a touch of cool sweetness.

"Go back early." Tan Jingyang glanced aside and said something in a low voice.

"Well, I'm sleepy." Ji Zhun shook the taxi-hailing app in his hand, "Then I called a taxi? It just happened to take you and Tan Le for a while."

"it is good."

……

That night, Tan Jingyang had a messy dream as expected.This dream actually has its own BGM, which is the theme song "My Heart Will Go On" from "Titanic"?

After waking up, he lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling for a long time without recovering.It wasn't until the short and heavy breathing became calm again that Tan Jingyang quietly got up and went to the bathroom to take a cold shower.

Looking at the dazed eyes in the misty mirror, he couldn't help cursing secretly.

Tan Jingyang, something is wrong with you.

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It's not right, it's not right, Brother Yang continues to be wrong~