Loving Strangers

The studio is dark, quiet and not noisy.

There were very few people on weekends, so Xiaoju borrowed a studio to create pure and clean works, and also worried about the psychology of nude models.

But right now, none of that matters.

The girl who pushed the door closed and locked it skillfully.Standing in front of Xiaoju, she has smooth shoulder-length hair and two lovely dimples when she smiles.

The screens gradually overlap.

Head down, playing the piano, singing.

She was the owner of the voice that made Xiaoju stop at the music festival that day, so recognizable.

Because of the long hair and the lighting at the time, Xiaoju once thought it was blue, but in the light from the gap in the curtains, she saw it was black.

"Where do you want to use as the background?"

Her voice pulled Xiaoju out of the memories of that night, her voice was more than hoarse, I don't know if the smoker's voice is all rough.

Xiaoju groaned uncomfortably, subconsciously pulled her shoulder-length hair back, looked around, and pointed to the sofa behind her, "That's all."

"it is good."

Concise and concise.

Not much nonsense and strong action, as soon as he responded, he took off the white dress and shoes in front of Xiaoju.

The underwear fell on the wooden floor together, and on the sofa covered with white cloth, through the light through the gaps in the curtains, one could see the dust flying in the air.

Xiaoju's palms were slightly soaked with sweat.

She turned around and drew the curtains tightly, and turned on the incandescent lamp in the studio.

Before the girl on the sofa came, she was bored sharpening her pencils and wiggling her decorations.But now I am a little nervous, because it is "she" who is here.

Xiaoju wiped the sweat on the jeans on her thighs.

With the pencil in his hand, the extra sentence "I'm starting."

It drew her low smile.

Only in this way can Xiaoju dare to look directly at her naked body, which has never happened before.She believes that art has no boundaries, perhaps in the eyes of others, with colored glasses.

Ke Xiaoju is frank and frank.

Building up her heart, she raised her eyes and looked at the white ketone body.

The body is well-proportioned and the lines are obvious.

It is really suitable for drawing.

Under the bright incandescent lamp, it was extremely quiet, the rustling sound of the pencil tip falling on the paper, the breathing of the two, and the occasional laughter and squabbles in the corridor were clearly audible.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the paper on the easel took shape.

Xiaoju kept comparing and modifying the details.

In the posture she had set at the beginning, she was sitting sideways on the sofa covered by a white cloth, her soft black hair was brushed aside, her hands were casually folded and leaning against the back, her face was facing each other.

Look down.

At first glance, it is an awkward posture, but it is very beautiful.

Xiaoju began to paint with the spirit of forgetting to sleep and eat, and spent the whole afternoon in this small studio.

By the time the whole painting was finished, four hours had passed.

Xiaoju used the back of her hand to wipe away the fine sweat that was constantly emerging from her forehead, and only then remembered that she was still sitting there.

The guilt in my heart expanded, "It's alright, you can get up and move around. I'm sorry, I should have let you take a rest just now."

She was probably tired, with a slight smile on her lips, she sat down and put on her clothes.The tie used to tie the waist of the dress was bitten by her in her mouth, she lowered her head and folded her long hair with her hands.

"Crack-"

She raised her eyes in astonishment, and saw Xiaoju holding up her mobile phone. Obviously, she hadn't expected the sound of the camera, and her expression was embarrassing and flustered.

"...Excuse me, can I take a picture?"

As if regaining her energy, she blinked, and said innocently, "I'll charge you."

Xiaoju was stunned, "...how much?"

During the conversation, she neatly tied a ponytail behind her head with a white bandage, and then smiled: "You're kidding, take it as a gift, next time you have such a part-time job, you can contact me."

This scene is really like trying to keep a repeat client.

……

"Then..." Xiaoju thought about it for a few times, then withdrew the words and changed it to: "I don't have cash with me, can I transfer it to you via WeChat, today's fee."

"Okay." She agreed very simply.

Walking to the door, he picked up his canvas bag, took out his mobile phone from inside, walked to Xiaoju, and tapped the QR code.

Xiaoju took out her phone from her pocket, tapped it to scan.

"Drip-"

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Hebz, her WeChat name.

Xiaoju tried to suppress the tension in her heart, trying not to tremble in her voice: "My name is Jiangju, and everyone calls me Xiaoju, so it's convenient...can you give me a note?"