[Comprehensive Manga] My love is a male god

1. Art ([-])

Kang Xuezhu × An Zeyi

When Anze woke up, he was in the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers.

After a few days of silence and depression, An Ze, who finally woke up from his "traveling to the Tang Dynasty after death", looked at Doctor Wanhua who took care of him, and asked if he could stay here.

The world is so big that there is no other home.

Originally, with Anze's weak physique and lack of martial arts, it was impossible for him to join Wanhua as an apprentice, but!

But Anze has been around for a while, he is so versatile!

When I was copying books to make a little money, the words that collected the best of a hundred schools of thought directly amazed the people around me!

The thin golden body that was shown in front of the book sage Yan Zhenqing is simply amazing!

After successfully staying, use charcoal sketches to directly attract comments from people around you!

Not to mention the sensation caused by his attempt to play piano music with Guqin.

"Calligraphy and painting are in their own way, and qin music is a gift of character." This sentence is the evaluation of those who have seen An Ze's calligraphy and painting and listened to him playing the qin and flute.

An Zeyi: I am just a natural liberal arts student + art student. I am really embarrassed by how you describe it.

However, for those who have died once, An Zeyi is calmer and quieter than his peers after all. He lives in Wanhua Valley, and his daily schedule is extremely regular. He occasionally learns about herbs, and at the same time he still uses the pseudonym Wu Yeti to write novels to make money.

Living in Wanhua Valley is safe and secure. It doesn't mean that you have to rely on others for food and clothing!

Two years after coming to Datang, An Zeyi finally became a well-known writer, Juju, and the money he earned finally settled in Wanhua Valley and built a brick house with a fireplace!There is no air conditioner, and the baby who survives the winter with a whole body can't afford to be hurt!

And it was this year that Guzhu planned to ask someone to carve Diao Chan to worship the moon.

And this master sculptor is none other than Kang Xuezhu.

From the first time they met, An Zeyi instinctively felt a strong sense of uneasiness and inexplicable fear towards this man named Kang Xuezhu.

Why he is uneasy, why he is afraid, maybe it is black hair, maybe it is light gray eyes, specifically, he himself does not know.

It was an instinct like a small animal.

Maybe my intuition was wrong, Anze said to himself, the other party is just a gentle and elegant young man, if he can be invited by the owner of the valley, he must be a great genius, genius, a little eccentricity is normal.And in this world of martial arts, there are a few heroes who don't have the smell of blood on them.

He couldn't help looking at Kang Xuezhu again, with fair skin, handsome eyebrows and eyes, and an elegant temperament like splashing ink and ink in his speech and demeanor.And his long gray hair filled him with different charms.

Thinking this way, An Zeyi, who had already calmed down when Guzhu arranged for Kang Xuezhu to live in the yard next to him, was gentle and polite to this young man with thick black eyes when he heard the arrangement. smiled.

Kang Xuezhu's eyes fell on An Zeyi's face, and she returned a spring-like smile.

Then on the road, Anze Yimi felt a hairy feeling all over his body.Am I sick?A certain man was thinking silently.

Unexpectedly, in line with his speed (An Zeyi: Say I have short legs, go face the wall and think about it!) Kang Xuezhu, who was half a step behind him, was staring at him with creepy admiration.

He has always wanted to sculpt the most beautiful statue in the world for his late wife Wen Qiu, but he has tried his best and still feels that it is not perfect.He even moved in his heart to dissect the most beautiful woman in the world to improve his carving skills, but he found that there is no such thing as a perfect woman in every part of her body.So he had a plan in mind, went to the place of fireworks to find a perfect woman in every part, looking for the excellent parts of eyes, ears, mouth, nose, feet, legs, breasts and buttocks, and dissected images of skin and bones familiar with muscle texture.

He hasn't acted yet, he came to Datang alone and stepped into Wanhua, just to catch people and dissect them quietly.

But when he came to Wanhua for the first time today, he suddenly discovered that beauty is beyond skin, and it is not only women who have perfect parts.Although this young man named An Zeyi has a handsome appearance, he is by no means a peerless beauty, but if you look at them individually, they are all exquisite and perfect.

His eyes are not standard, the inner corners of the canthus are as round as almond eyes, but the ends of his eyes are long and curled like peach blossoms. His usually open black eyes are as clean and clear as spring water. When he smiles, his eyes are slightly bent and bewildered. The upper brow bone is higher, the eye sockets are slightly deeper, and the eyelashes are black and slender like crow feathers, which makes his eyes look pure and charming.

Such eyes, whether they are drooping eyelashes and smiling or raising their eyes, have a different kind of charm.Not to mention women, men can easily lose control.

The nose is straight and delicate, the lips are small and rosy, the skin is white, the chin is small, and the facial features are all soft and charming, exquisite and flawless.And because of his height and angle, he can clearly see the other party's neck under the hair.

Especially the back of the neck.It was so white and delicate that no pores could be seen, like fine suet jade, so fragile and slender that it reminded him of flowers that were about to wither after blooming.

But this almost flawless delicacy is also the problem.It's too delicate and standard, but in the blink of an eye, people can't recall it clearly except for those clear eyes. They just feel that there is nothing special except for the eyes, but they are just beautiful and elegant, not to mention beautiful.

This person doesn't have the slightest resemblance to Wen Qiu, but......

Looking at the young man, he suddenly had a new idea.

Kang Xuezhu's yard is normal, but when his yard is with An Zeyi's, it's weird.

What's the matter with adding a western villa in the ancient oriental courtyard of the Tang Dynasty?

An Zeyi: There is no way. The room required is large and numerous. If it cannot fit horizontally, it can only be vertically.Besides, I have a big fireplace.

"Mr. An!"

At the gate of An Zeyi's courtyard, a little Hualuo and the mecha man were caught, oh, it was Tiangong's Hualuo and the mecha behind her to deliver things.

"Mr. An, Grandpa Gongsheng made that 'piano' and I brought it to you!" The blushing little Hualuo's eyes sparkled: "Can I listen to it later?"

"Of course." Anze squatted down, equaled the little girl, and then said softly.He didn't know that this habit he had developed since modern times was one of the reasons why he was quickly accepted in Wanhua Valley.

His eyes look at everyone with gentleness and courtesy, tolerance and sincerity, he is polite and respectful to everyone, even children, he will listen to their words seriously and treat them seriously like adults.

respect.

He respects everyone, and in return, everyone accepts and likes him.

"The piano needs to be tuned, so I really need you to help me listen to this matter."

Xiao Hualuo felt as if she was seriously needed, and she was in a great mood.She straightened her chest: "No problem, I'm already an adult."

"Then may I have the honor to listen to the qin music with a strong character given by God." Behind him, Kang Xuezhu's voice sounded.

"Very welcome."

The piano was placed in the music room. Kang Xuezhu glanced at it. There were zithers, flutes and flutes he knew, and others he was not familiar with (cello and violin). The piano that was about to be placed in the music room occupied the largest area. .

Then, he was attracted by An Zeyi's hand.

In fact, An Zeyi's hands don't look like men's hands, because his knuckles are not thick.Nor is it like a woman's hand, because his hands are not so soft and boneless.The shape of his hands is very beautiful, not only the joints are very beautiful, the fingers are long and slender, but the skin covering them looks as thin as a cicada's wing, white and delicate, and the well-cut round nails look like thin and clear pale pink glass.

He was concentrating on the adjustment, and the exposed wrist was extremely thin and elegant.Kang Xuezhu suddenly remembered the beautiful portraits she had carved.Those women with beautiful wrists all said that their wrists were frosty and snowy, but compared with the wrists of the young man in front of them, they paled a lot and lost a bit of character.

An Zeyi, who was concentrating on the piano, happily played "Stillwater", which he has always liked, after tuning it.

The tone is excellent.

The peaceful and slightly sad piano sounds slowly, unlike the seven-stringed guqin, the piano is called the king of western music, with rich expressiveness, coupled with An Zeyi's smooth playing and skillful fingering, this piece belongs to Maxi Tom's music he played to perfection.

After the song was over, there was no sound.

After a while, Kang Xuezhu spoke slowly: "The sound of nature."

"It sounds so good. No wonder Mr. An hopes that Grandpa Gongsheng can make it so much." Xiao Hualuo stared at it.

Anze is very satisfied with a pair of pianos, and Xiaohualuo is also very satisfied with this piece.

What?You mean Kang Xuezhu?

He is very satisfied with An Zeyi's body (no ambiguity).

All are happy.

The next day was the fifth day of July. Kang Xuezhu, who had rested, began to carve in the morning with the water from Luoxing Lake and the sediment at the bottom of the lake. It was not until noon that the figure was completed.

It was at this time that An Zeyi was busy with the things he had arranged in the morning. When the time came, he saw Kang Xuezhu began to carve Diao Chan's face with the knife in his hand.

An Ze observed its shape first, but felt that the figure was so graceful that it was impossible to move away. After the face was carved, he felt that the stone statue seemed to be alive. Sorrow has never been spoken.

There are always thousands of flowers blooming in Qingrihai, but those beautiful flowers can't hide the peerless elegance of Diaochan made by the sand.

If Xizi came back to life, it would be nothing more than that.

Gongsheng commented: "Snow candles are plain in hand, and the state is in the slightest."

Since then, Kang Xuezhu has been famous all over the world for her clean face.

At this time, An Zeyi, who was standing in the crowd, looked at the Diao Chan statue, and felt that he was really very happy.

Being able to come to the Tang Dynasty, being able to witness the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty, being able to live in the same world as the literati and scholars in history, being able to……………

He was really lucky.

Mr. Kang is really amazing.He turned his gaze to Kang Xuezhu, and found that the other party was also staring at him?

Again, that creepy feeling of dread surfaced.

As the protagonist of this day, Kang Xuezhu is naturally surrounded by people, and An Zeyi, anyway, he and Kang Xuezhu are neighbors, and there will be opportunities to exchange art in the future, so he chooses to go back to his residence, scratching the words, ah no ,renew.

The book seller has already stated that if he doesn't write quickly, he will go to Wanhua Valley and hang himself in front of his window!

Chick QAQ.

In order to improve the writing speed, Anze used charcoal pens all the way, and finished writing thousands of words in two hours.Then, recalling the statue of Kang Xuezhu today, An Ze thought of his mother.

Closing his eyes, the appearance of his mother from childhood to eldest appeared in his mind over and over again. After a long time, he picked up the paintbrush.

After coming to Datang for two years, An Zeyi abruptly changed from a college student who was about to graduate to a research and development master.In this era without oil paints, An Zeyi made it on his own. The color is excellent, but the quantity is small and difficult to make.

Because of this, he seldom paints oil paintings, and his oil paintings have never been seen by outsiders, but what are circulated in the market are more of his meticulous ink paintings and sketches.

So, what he painted was his own mother.

Mom likes sunshine, flowers, and everything that has love, warmth and beauty. Mom likes comfortable clothes, but because her leg was injured by her father when she was pregnant with him, mom always likes to wear long skirts to cover her calves. scar.

An Zeyi recalled that his subordinates drew slowly without pausing. The residence he chose at the beginning was relatively quiet, so he didn't need to worry about making mistakes due to external factors.

He doesn't need pauses, he doesn't need inspiration, his mother is in his heart, clear and eternal because of his love.

It was already the second night when he stopped writing.

When An Ze looked at the woman on the canvas, his face was wet and cold.

The woman on the canvas sits on a swing, her eyes are as clear as water and bright as stars, her fair face, her slightly upturned mouth smiles gently and beautifully, and she looks like a woman living in love and happiness.

Moreover, it is different from the high buns on the temples of the ladies in oriental paintings, and the phoenix head with pearl hairpins. The women's long hair is black and thick, curled on the front and back of the body, and decorated with pearls and flowers.

Considering the characteristics of the clothes of this era, An Zeyi used layers of white shirt lace to cover up more skin on the snow-white neck, and then began to dress with flowers from the shoulders down, and then layered irregular lace from the shoulders. The white spun yarn is the sleeve.

The skirt is a long white dress, with sunlight and flowers in the background. From the looks of it, the whole person is born in the flower, grows in the flower, and is born from the flower, like a fairy of flowers, beautiful as a dream.

His mother will always live as delicate and innocent as a girl, happy and beautiful.

Memories were sweet and painful, Anze glanced at the sky outside, well, it's not too late.

Anze got up together, put the painting in the living room to dry, and went to the music room, washed his hands, burned incense, and picked up the guqin.

He played "Green Sleeves".

This is the music made by King Henry VIII of England. It was originally a song describing the sadness of love, but its popularity is not limited to the field of love. In An Zeyi's view, this song It can be said to mourn the dead.

Kang Xuezhu carved Diao Chan for a day, and felt touched. When she held the carving knife again to carve Wen Qiu's figure, she suddenly heard strange music.

The melody is elegant, with a touch of poignancy and sadness.

He hadn't heard it at all, but he could also tell that it was a piano song mourning the dead!

He suddenly thought of Wen Qiu.I think of the phrase "Falling flowers are too hurt, I can't bear to look at them", I think of the sentence before dying, "People can only think of people who are good to themselves. Therefore, no matter where I go in the future, I will definitely not remember you." The decisiveness is sharp .

Both of them are in the quiet place of Ten Thousand Flowers Valley, Anze one is to write and paint in peace, Kang Xuezhu, cough cough.

Therefore, when Anze played and entertained himself, apart from himself, there was only Kang Xuezhu as the audience.

The same love (Kang Xuezhu didn't know that An Zeyi, a mommy, missed his lover but his mother), and also passed away. For An Zeyi, he didn't have the idea of ​​​​dissecting him at this moment. Compassionate and sympathetic.

So, Kang Xuezhu washed her hands and went to the next door with a pot of wine.