The hero ran away with the scum [Quick Transmigration]

Following Ning Zhi's departure, there was a sound of closing the door next door, and the studio was suddenly quiet.

Zhuang Yijun stared blankly at the direction where Ning Zhi was leaving, the piercing chill entered through the open door and quickly spread throughout his body, causing goose bumps all over his body.He subconsciously spread his arms around himself, the surrounding was so quiet that he could only hear his own breathing.

After a long time, he mechanically picked up the clothes on the ground, dressed neatly, walked out of the studio that made him breathless, stood at the closed door of the lounge, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

But just when his flexed fingers were about to knock on the door panel, the door was opened from the inside——

The young man supported the door frame with one hand, his eyes were red, and there were tears on his pale face, Zhuang Yijun's heaving chest calmed down inexplicably.He sighed silently, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, handed it to the young man, and said, "Wen Jin, go home."

Ning Zhi was so weak that he couldn't speak, he took a few steps back, looked at Zhuang Yijun, and pointed to the next door, as if asking him why he came out.

"Your situation...don't force yourself." Zhuang Yijun understood the meaning of the other party, put away the handkerchief as if nothing had happened, and continued: "I don't know how to run, I've agreed to let you dispose of it, anytime."

Ning Zhi took a deep look at him, "Remember to keep what you say."

……

Zhuang Yijun accepted the job of being a model for his daughter-in-law well.

However, the daughter-in-law vomited badly when she saw his body.He could persuade his wife to give up once or twice, but after too many times, he became numb.

He went back to check the information before.

In the eyes of most artists, a model is a work of art, which has nothing to do with pornography, but only for art.

Now Wen Jin vomits when he sees him. It can only be said that those paintings of Zhuang Feizhou stimulated Wen Jin too much. As a result, when Wen Jin saw his work of art, he would think of those very lustful, lustful, colorful paintings, which made Wen Jin Jin developed psychological resentment and rejection, and then developed physical vomiting.

Then how to untie Wen Jin's knot is a headache.

On Sunday, Zhuang Yijun followed Ning Zhi to the gallery early in the morning.

He listened to Wen Jin telling Xiao Yuan not to go upstairs if he was fine, and then followed Wen Jin to the second floor.Wen Jin went to the lounge first, and he entered the studio familiarly.

It's not a bad thing to come more often. For example, he knows that before his wife starts to write, she will take a bath for half an hour, change into a white shirt, and then sit in the studio and sharpen the brush.

The habit of daughter-in-law was something he didn't know before.

He stood calmly in the studio, unbuttoning his coat and closing the curtains, thinking that instead of waiting for his wife to come out and undress in front of her, it would be better to take it off early to save trouble and save her from sharpening pens Kung Fu is not.

There is heating in the studio, so it doesn't feel cold.

He sat on the chair and thought about the way to untie his knot, while waiting quietly for someone to push the door and come in.

The day before yesterday, he went to a psychological counseling center. The psychiatrist said that Wen Jin's condition was fairly stable, and he was determined to get out of the shadows. He suggested that he cooperate more and take Wen Jin out for a trip when he had time, so as to broaden his horizons and relax at the same time. body and mind.

He mentioned the matter of traveling last night, but Wen Jin refused. The reason was that he had traveled abroad for half a year before, and if it was useful, he would not find that he still had psychological barriers after returning.

Zhuang Yijun was speechless for this reason, but he still wanted to try.

However, he has a project in his hand that he needs to follow personally, and he still has time to be a model for his wife. After a while, he mentioned it to the old man and asked the old man to persuade him.

Just as he was thinking, there was a retching sound in his ear!

He followed the sound, but saw that the young man did not escape this time, but stood at the door with a pale face, covered his mouth and shouted sharply: "Who told you to take off your clothes first?"

"..." Isn't he kind?

Every day, I see my daughter-in-law sitting there sharpening a pen. After sharpening, she drops it on the ground.

Ning Zhi clenched his palms tightly, the veins on the back of his hands were bulging, resisting vomiting and the desire to leave, he turned his back and said forbearance: "Put on your clothes."

Zhuang Yijun's eyes flashed, the daughter-in-law could resist the urge to vomit today?Does that mean things are getting better?

Thinking of this, while staring at Wen Jinhang's palms that were sometimes tight and sometimes loose on both sides, he slowly put on his clothes until the clenched palms did not let go. He guessed that the limit was almost here, so quickly After getting dressed, he said, "It's ready."

Ning Zhi took a deep breath, turned around slowly, saw that he was fully dressed, and took a few steps tentatively, making sure he could bear it, and continued walking inside.

The curtains of the studio were drawn, leaving only a gap through which sunlight could filter in.

Ning Zhi walked to the window, took another deep breath, and then opened the curtains, golden sunlight poured in immediately, falling on his restrained face.He turned around, pointed to another window and said, "You sit over there with a chair."

"Here?" Zhuang Yijun came to the window, the heavy curtains blocked the sunlight.

Ning Zhi nodded, "Open the curtain a gap."

Zhuang Yijun did as he said, opened the gap the size of his arm, and the dazzling sunlight shone on half of his face like a spotlight.He sat on a chair, crossed his legs, clasped his hands on his knees, his deep eyes fell on Ning Zhi.

Ning Zhi looked up, picked up a brand new pencil, and sharpened it.

The sun is warm, shining gently on his body, the slender eyelashes cast silhouettes under the eyelids, the lips are pursed into a straight line, and the hands are carefully handling the pencil in their hands. The quietness is like a perfect and exquisite sculpture. His name is Zhuang Yijun Can't help but look crazy.

After Ning Zhi finished sharpening the pen, he held the pen and paused for a moment with the tip of the pen hanging on the paper, then began to draw shapes on the paper with the pencil.

The studio was very quiet, save for the rustling of paper and brush.

Ning Zhi simply outlines the shape of the hair, face and neck.

Painting is a meticulous job, and the requirements for details are very high.He can draw ink and wash paintings, and his understanding of sketches comes from Wen Jin's memory, and what Wen Jin is best at is portraits.

But this is what Wen Jin is good at. Even if he has these memories, he doesn't have the foundation.

He stopped his pen, frowned and looked at what he had drawn in front of him. After a moment of silence, he continued to depict the facial features.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't draw well, anyway, Zhuang Yijun can make up his own brain.This time he didn't bother Zhuang Yijun, but it took nearly three hours to finish.

And Zhuang Yijun just watched Ning Zhi for three hours.

After the work was finished, Ning Zhi shook his sore arms expressionlessly, and said, "You can rest for half an hour."

"Completed?" Zhuang Yijun was stunned for a moment, and then a layer of boundless joy filled his heart. He stood up suddenly, but he sat for too long, and in addition to the cold weather, his feet were numb, and he staggered.

He instinctively grabbed the curtains, stabilized his body, and said excitedly, "Wen Jin, can you write now?"

Ning Zhi paused for a moment while shaking his hands, glanced at the poorly painted portraits, stood up, and said, "We'll continue in half an hour." After finishing speaking, he walked out.

Zhuang Yijun wanted to catch up, hesitated for a while, or gave up, but stepped up to the easel, cast his eyes on the drawing board, looking at the bad painting, his excited heart was like being splashed with a bucket of ice water .

Even though Wen Jin's painting skills can't be distinguished by a layman, it's good that he still knows. The painting skills in the current painting are like a different person's. Three-dimensional, with thicker lips than his...

He thought of the paintings that once filled the studio.

It was Zhuang Feizhou's. He didn't pick his painting skills, but just talked about the details. He handled it very well, and Wen Jin even portrayed some habits that he didn't know.

Zhuang Yijun looked at the painting in front of him vaguely. Did Wen Jin not observe it carefully, or was it because of a psychological barrier that he was out of standard?

Half an hour later, the dealer's servant brought a nutritious meal.

After having lunch with Zhuang Yijun, he returned to the studio, asked Zhuang Yijun to take off his coat, and planned to draw a full-body sketch.

It took longer this time, and it was not completed until after five o'clock in the afternoon.

He looked at the painting that was clearly improved from the previous one, and after a moment of silence, he said to Mr. Zhuang Yi: "You go take a bath first, we will continue later."

Zhuang Yijun paused while putting on his coat, "It's getting late, let's draw tomorrow."

"No." Ning Zhi said seriously, "I have to go all out while I feel it."

"No matter how you feel, it's not as important as your body." Zhuang Yijun stepped forward and snatched the pen from the opponent's hand. When the opponent was angry, he frowned and said, "Do you want more stomach?"

Ning Zhi raised his eyes without any fluctuations in his eyes, "Let's go."

Originally, I wanted to make another breakthrough with painting tonight. Since the other party cares about him so much, then forget it.

In the early spring of March, it was warm and cold.

Ning Zhi wrapped his coat tightly and got into the back seat of Zhuang Yijun's car. The car was galloping on the crowded road. He looked at the lights outside the car window and suddenly said, "Zhuang Yijun, bring the agreement here tomorrow."

The man holding the steering wheel tightened his fingers. He looked at the traffic ahead, stepped on the gas pedal, and said, "Then we said before that we should abolish the divorce?"

Hearing this, Ning Zhi withdrew his gaze, landed on the back of Zhuang Yijun's head, and said softly, "You don't want to divorce me?"

Zhuang Yijun was a little nervous, but his face remained calm, "You're fine."

Vague answer, but the meaning is clear.

Ning Zhi understood what he meant, but pretended to be confused and said: "You still have vision. Okay, my situation has improved now, so I don't need to go to the divorce. When you get off work tomorrow, bring the agreement to the gallery." , I signed it earlier, so that you don’t have to worry about my bad debts, and come to my gallery every day to dedicate myself to art.”

Dedicated to art?

Zhuang Yijun's face darkened, he suppressed the unknown fire in his heart, parked the car on the side of the road, opened the door, went to the back seat, grabbed Ning Zhi's hand, and said angrily: "Wen Jin, look at me, I, Zhuang Yijun, is that A man who would dedicate his life to art for the sake of an agreement?"

The atmosphere in the car suddenly became a little depressing.

Ning Zhi frowned, "Since it's not for an agreement, why are you jumping up and down to please me?"

As he spoke, he raised the corners of his lips, and the arc became mocking, "Could it be that you fell in love with me?"