Quick wear: Oops! The paranoid god is a love brain

Wei Yuzhe finally decided to become a painter.

Although it's a bit beyond my capabilities.

But after communicating with Yan Feng, he always felt inexplicably that even if Yan Feng did not say it directly, he thought in his heart that the job Wei Yuzhe should do must be a painter.

Because God's nature loves freedom.

Yan Feng is the type of person who cannot live without company.

As a painter, he has more free time.

For both of them, this is indeed the best solution.

And it turned out that his judgment this time was indeed correct.

Because when he heard his choice, Yan Feng was particularly happy. He even leaned in Wei Yuzhe's arms and imagined with him the leisurely and carefree life in the future.

When he spoke, Wei Yuzhe listened carefully.

He heard the other party share his imagination with him.

He knows it too.

All his previous worries were meaningless.

Because Yan Feng will be with him forever.

This was not something he needed to worry about at all.

Yan Feng included him in his plans for the rest of his life, and he occupied a very important position.

know this.

Everything is enough.

The work went much more smoothly than I expected.

When people first started paying attention to him, it was because of the things he had experienced before. The labels that were given to him were also synonymous with various beautiful, strong and miserable things.

But when people saw his works, their attention was completely diverted.

They realize it.

The existence of that sanatorium almost ruined a genius.

Wei Yuzhe's level is something that ordinary people cannot achieve.

It is very rare for him to sell a work of art.

When those works occasionally leak out, they will be sold at sky-high prices by various people on the black market.

In the face of his absolute talent, his appearance, which he was proud of, and his perfect body after several years of conditioning, seemed less eye-catching.

Of course, there are indeed some people who claim to be fans of Wei Yuzhe, but in fact they cannot see anything artistic about him and put all their attention on him.

It’s a pity that these people’s interest comes and goes quickly.

Because Wei Yuzhe didn't try to cover up anything at all.

Everyone knew that he already had a lover with whom he would spend his whole life. And it seemed that to him, the existence of that lover outweighed everything about himself.

Whether it was a painting or something else, Wei Yuzhe didn't care.

It was just like his famous paintings that were praised as priceless treasures, but were just some small things he created casually to please his lover.

Most of Wei Yuzhe's paintings are landscapes.

He enjoys the beauty of nature.

And of course, the only character that appears in his works is Yan Feng.

But every time he painted, he never painted Yan Feng's face.

Just some vague blue dots at the position of the eyes let people know that those portrait paintings that he never sells exist for his lover.

"Why don't you draw my face in it? I'm so pretty, it should look good in the drawing, too."

Another painting is finished.

Yan Feng lay on Wei Yuzhe's shoulder and leaned forward to look at the completed work.

It was Yan Feng standing by the window.

Obviously, there are no facial features in the painting, and it is just an ordinary background, but because of the color matching, when people see this painting, they will feel that the person in the painting is smiling and happy.

Every time he painted Yan Feng, he could achieve this effect.

Of course Yan Feng liked it too.

Now, listening to Yan Feng's question, Wei Yuzhe pondered for a while and gave an answer. He said, "Because I told you before, I think you are a god. I am just a mortal. It's great to be able to be with you. I shouldn't describe the appearance of a god in a blasphemous way."

He has always been like this.

After being devout for decades, I have no intention of making any changes.

Yan Feng listened.

I was moved, but also a little helpless.

Reaching out and poking Wei Yuzhe's cheek, he said: "But I also remember telling you that I am not a god. If you have to say it..."

"I am a nightmare born in your nightmare."

At least from the perspective of world setting, this is correct.

Although the situation had changed a little since he entered here, the essence was just as the red panda had told him before, his identity problem was indeed a nightmare.

So you can dream.

Only then can the direction of Wei Yuzhe's dream be changed.

He had said these words to Wei Yuzhe before, but the other party had always maintained a state of reading and replying randomly. No matter how many times he said it, in Wei Yuzhe's heart, he was the perfect god, not a nightmare.

Xiao Niao was originally a narcissist, and of course he liked others to praise him more. So over time, he stopped denying it, and the two of them just stuck to their own opinions without any conflicts.

But it’s times like this…

Poking Wei Yuzhe's cheek, Yan Feng muttered, "I'm not a god, so it's okay for you to draw for me!"

He has already said this.

Of course Wei Yuzhe understood what he meant.

He simply pulled the person into his arms.

He bent down and kissed Yan Feng's cheek, then chuckled and asked, "Do you really want to see me draw a picture for you?"

Yan Feng nodded vigorously.

Everything Wei Yuzhe draws is so beautiful.

Even more beautiful than in photos.

In this case, the beauty-loving bird would of course be willing to take a photo of itself.

It’s a pity that the wish was denied again.

With a soft sigh, Wei Yuzhe said, "It's not because I think your baby is not beautiful that I won't paint it for you. It's because if the painting is of you, when I die, I won't be willing to burn the portrait with me."

Yan Feng:......

Yan Feng:? ? ?

No.

How did this suddenly get to the topic of burning?

He looked at the other person with dull eyes.

Wei Yuzhe continued slowly, "But if I don't burn the portrait, it will definitely get out there after I die. It will be hung on someone else's wall, and they will have to look at my wife every day. To be honest, even if I become a ghost, I will go crazy."

As he spoke, his tone became more and more serious.

Yan Feng also heard it immediately.

This is another strong outburst of the man's habitual possessiveness.

But what he said is indeed a problem.

It wasn't just Wei Yuzhe who was unhappy.

Yan Feng thought about what it would look like if his portrait was hung in someone else's home a hundred years later, and he felt quite disgusted and uncomfortable.

I couldn't help but shrink my neck.

Yan Feng thought for a while and said, "But you can draw a picture of the two of us together. Then when we die, just burn the picture with us. If we are together, there won't be any other emotions, right?"

Wei Yuzhe lowered his eyes and said nothing.

It was like he had been thinking seriously for a long time.

He finally chuckled and nodded.

That's right.

When their lives came to an end together and everything turned to dust, the portrait of the two of them was burned together, as if all their positions had merged into one.

It makes people yearn for it.

It was indeed quite pleasant.