Gao Leng Master Qiao's Little Honey

Xu Yingbo took a deep look at Qiao Ruixuan, said "oh" lightly, did not continue to ask, and just went to appreciate other paintings calmly.

Qiao Ruixuan's gaze was firmly glued to the quick drawing, with a complicated look on his face. Even though Xu Yingbo deliberately led him to browse around other paintings, Qiao Ruixuan's thoughts were still fixed on the drawing of the girl feeding the cat, repeatedly Distracted.Xu Yingbo didn't expose it either, and let Qiao Ruixuan's mind wander.

"I've been everywhere upstairs and downstairs, why didn't I see your studio?"

After walking all the way up to the fourth floor, but did not see Qiao Ruixuan's studio for painting, Xu Yingbo opened his mouth.

"The studio... is on the second basement floor..."

Qiao Ruixuan hesitated to speak, not thinking about whether to let Xu Yingbo enter his private territory.

After some conversation, Qiao Ruixuan can be sure that Xu Yingbo is a person who understands painting, but...a person who understands painting may not be able to understand him...

Qiao Ruixuan didn't want Xu Yingbo to enter the basement, but he was afraid of Xu Yingbo's overbearing, so he dared not refuse.

"Go and have a look."

Xu Yingbo deliberately ignored the hesitation in Qiao Ruixuan's eyes, and boldly walked towards the elevator in the basement.

"You...you haven't shown me your paintings..."

When Xu Yingbo's hand fell to the elevator button, Qiao Ruixuan finally mustered up the courage to stand in front of Xu Yingbo.

Xu Yingbo smiled slightly, he had been waiting for Qiao Ruixuan to speak for a long time.

"Come on, Chen, show him your tattoo."

Qiao Jingchen frowned, he never liked to show his tattoos in front of people.It can be seen that Xu Yingbo has a serious face, not like joking, he still unbuttoned his shirt silently, revealing his muscular upper body and delicate tattoos.

Qiao Ruixuan was immediately attracted by the lifelike wolf totem on Qiao Jingchen's right shoulder, and he stared straight into the wolf's eyes without moving.

"How? What do you think of my drawing?"

Xu Yingbo noticed that Qiao Ruixuan was about to touch the wolf's eyes, but he struggled and dared not reach out.

"You... are also very good at drawing eyes..."

Qiao Ruixuan remembered Xu Yingbo's evaluation of himself, and he copied and pasted it nonchalantly.

"My ability to draw eyes is not as good as yours."

Xu Yingbo let out a heck, and motioned Qiao Ruixuan to touch the wolf's eyes. "You'll know it once you touch it."

Qiao Ruixuan had long felt that the wolf's eyes were calling for him to be touched. Hearing this, he was overjoyed and stretched out his hand.

This is a wound? !

Qiao Ruixuan's eyes widened in horror, and he withdrew his hand like an electric shock, staring at Xu Yingbo and Qiao Jingchen in front of him in horror, uncertain of their intentions.

"Got it? I didn't draw this, I just used it to polish it."

Xu Yingbo didn't seem to see Qiao Ruixuan's fear, he just stretched out his hand to straighten Qiao Jingchen's shirt, and chatted with Qiao Ruixuan as if it was commonplace.

"Ah Chen thought the wound was too ugly, so I beautified it for him and drew this tattoo according to the situation. In terms of painting skills, I can't compare to you."

Qiao Ruixuan was no longer interested in discussing paintings, and his attention was all on Qiao Jingchen's wound.

"Is that... a gunshot wound?"

"Ah."

Qiao Jingchen responded lightly.

Qiao Ruixuan's face changed drastically, he took two steps back in horror, then mustered up the courage to step forward again, asking eagerly.

"How did you get hurt? When did you get hurt? Was it when you were abroad?"

Qiao Jingchen's pupils narrowed slightly, he quickly exchanged a glance with Xu Yingbo, and spoke calmly.

"Five years ago, in Guatemala."

"It's true, it's true."

Qiao Ruixuan's expression froze, and he muttered to himself.

"What... is it true?"

Qiao Jingchen asked a question.

"No... nothing... I... I mean, this wound is actually real..."

Qiao Ruixuan explained dryly, and changed the subject with an extremely unnatural expression.

"I... I'll take you to my studio..."

Xu Yingbo and Qiao Jingchen exchanged glances again, and followed Qiao Ruixuan into his exclusive private territory.

Different from the spacious and bright ground floor, upon entering the basement, there was a rush of darkness and damp, which made Xu Yingbo frowned uncomfortably.

As a doctor, Xu Yingbo doesn't like this environment very much, it reminds him of a morgue full of death.

However, Qiao Ruixuan seemed to be quite adapted to this environment. As soon as he changed from being stiff and rigid when he was on the ground, Xu Yingbo felt that Qiao Ruixuan seemed to have changed as a different person when he stepped on the ground, and his whole person became alive.

Qiao Ruixuan took the initiative to show Xu Yingbo and Qiao Jingchen his studio, and enthusiastically explained his painting habits and color-grading techniques to them.

"Wouldn't it be tiring to paint in such a dark place?"

Xu Yingbo listened to Qiao Ruixuan's explanation in silence for a while, and suddenly interrupted his smooth talk.

In order to ensure accurate color matching and exquisite details, the painting has high requirements on lighting. There is no natural light in the basement. Although there are many lights in the entire basement, the dim warm-toned lighting is used, which is contrary to common sense.

"No, just get used to it."

Qiao Ruixuan showed a weird smile, and stood in front of the canvas that had already been painted with some narcissism, and murmured something.

"The creator gave us a pair of black eyes, isn't it just to make us adapt to the darkness..."

The base color of the canvas is still an extremely contrasting black and red tone...

Rich and heavy black...like splashed ink...

Weird and bright red... as if stained with blood...

Xu Yingbo's expression froze a bit, and he answered the conversation calmly.

"Shouldn't it be to use black eyes to seek light?"

"bright?"

Qiao Ruixuan suddenly laughed, and the sudden laughter formed a strange echo in the huge basement, making people creepy.

"Only those who are used to the darkness can see the light...Are you right?"

The soft and long drag sound is really against the 1.8 meters tall boy.

Xu Yingbo stared deeply at Qiao Ruixuan, who showed a little bit of daughter's coquettishness, and he had roughly made a decision in his heart.

"Yes, what you said is very reasonable. It turns out that you are not only a painter, but also a philosopher. No wonder the paintings in your art exhibition have such connotations. You are a thoughtful painter."

Xu Yingbo took advantage of the situation to flatter him, and listened cooperatively to Qiao Ruixuan's rhetoric.

He, or she, is very eager to talk, even if Xu Yingbo simply responds, he/she still enjoys it and talks non-stop.But maybe he was testing Xu Yingbo's credibility. What Qiao Ruixuan said in front of him were all related to painting, and the only occasional eye changes showed that he had more things to say.

Xu Yingbo is well aware of the principle that treatment should not be rushed, but should be done step by step.He assumed the professional attitude of a psychiatrist, calmly and patiently listening.

The dark basement seemed to be Qiao Ruixuan's exclusive stage. He talked on and on for more than an hour, but he still had no intention of stopping until Qiao Yuting's voice interrupted him.