Slag Gong really smells good after the divorce

Yi Wulan took out the flowers and began to place them on the sofa.

In the past, Sheng Ling didn't like others to give him a portrait, so Yi Wulan never crossed the line.

Now it is Sheng Ling who is begging Yi Wulan to paint, and Yi Wulan finds it funny.

Sheng Ling maintained his posture, and felt very uncomfortable at first.

The nose has a unique flavor of Yi Wulan, which is very light but very exciting.

There are small flames burning in the heart and abdomen.

But he can't move.

This taste is really a test of self-control, Sheng Ling can't even think carefully about Yi Wulan's intention to ask him to be a model, so he can only try his best to keep himself from getting too excited.

It was also the first time for Sheng Ling to feel this kind of feeling. Since he was young, his desires have been shallow, and it is too late to think about his future and life. How can he have time to think about these things.

He was only 27 after all, and it was really uncomfortable to hold back like this when he was very angry.

Yi Wulan watched coldly, knowing everything he should know, but not only did he not speak, he even moved away.

One time for three hours, a total of three times, Sheng Ling was still at a loss for the first two times, but the last time was really handy.

Even Sheng Ling began to greedily cherish these three hours, only him and Yi Wulan.

Although apart from painting, the two did not talk too much.

But Sheng Ling thought silently, maybe Yi Wulan still cared about him, that's why he was asked to be a model.

This made Sheng Ling feel better.

Sheng Ling would rather think that Yi Wulan said that he didn't love him, it was just a momentary anger.

This way at least he won't be too desperate.

Yi Wulan's painting was half finished. He painted a soft sofa and spread layers of flowers with various colors of paint.

But the painter couldn't do it for a long time.

In fact, Yi Wulan is very familiar with Sheng Ling's body, from the handsome face to the thin abdomen, where there are beautiful and firm abdominal muscles, which feel good to the touch.

But now drawing people feels unfamiliar.

Sheng Ling sat there motionless, like the most qualified model.

Yi Wulan didn't want to see his wolf-like eyes, so she let Sheng Ling lower her eyes, and Sheng Ling leaned on the sofa, keeping her eyes half down.

Sheng Ling in this posture looked a little gentler, and there was a sense of melancholy tenderness in his profile if he didn't look carefully.

Without that layer of sharpness, it's not the Sheng Ling that Yi Wulan is familiar with.

Yi Wulan slowly spread out the paint and painted Sheng Ling on the painting stroke by stroke.

Spreading out layer by layer, a completely unfamiliar Sheng Ling was smeared on the paper, not the outline he had sketched countless times, but a completely different Sheng Ling in this living room.

This feels very strange. During the process of painting, it seems that this strange Sheng Ling slowly covers the person who was once deeply buried in his mind.

Yi Wulan was in a daze, the corners of her lips were tense, and she wrote while writing: "Sheng Ling, did I tell you about my mother?"

Yi Wulan's voice sounded in the quiet living room, cold and sighing.

Yi Wulan wanted to end, to draw a complete end to ten years.

When Yi Wulan saw Shengling for the first time, he used a sketch to outline the boy's outline, filled it in with color, and added branches and flowers.

From then on, the lonely, cruel and rebellious boy was reflected in Yi Wulan's heart.

It would be nice to end with a painting now.

There is a sense of ceremony.

In line with Yi Wulan's usual style of doing things, he always does everything with a sense of ritual, and hates any hasty decisions.

In fact, it should be like this. Since divorce, all entanglements are superfluous, not worthwhile, and unnecessary.

Sheng Ling moved his hand, as if he wanted to raise his head.

"Don't move." Yi Wulan stopped his movements.

There were slight footsteps, and then a cool hand covered Sheng Ling's eyes.

Yi Wulan squatted and knelt on the sofa, covering Sheng Ling's eyes with his hands, and the two of them rubbed their shoulders against each other, much like when they were inseparable before.

Yi Wulan remembered clearly that for a long time, Sheng Ling was his pillar.

Perhaps the pillar is a bit absolute, and it should be regarded as sustenance.

When Sheng Ling was a teenager, he was aggressive but responsible. He clearly wore a white shirt in a well-behaved manner, and his grades were also in the forefront, but he just didn't look like a good student.

Maybe it's because of the fierceness in his eyes, or maybe it's the level of fighting, and the disdain of his persistence to break through the world.

Yi Wulan said softly: "It's a very boring love story. She fell in love with a man stubbornly, and she was willing to give up her talent and stay in the carefully crafted garden."

God seems to always be fond of such love stories, so that one person loves deeply and one person betrays.

Sheng Ling's fingers moved slightly, Yi Wulan saw it, smiled, and continued: "The doctor's conclusion is suicide, I don't believe it, I asked many people, and they all said this."

Yi Wulan went crazy looking for people his mother knew, the police, the doctor, anyone he could ask.

"She's not a suicidal person, is she?"

Everyone looked at him in the same way.

pity, sympathy, sigh.He asked a lot, and he could still see the subtle boredom.

Looking at him is like looking at a madman.

The last person Yi's mother came into contact with was Mr. Liang, but the Liang family moved abroad overnight and was nowhere to be found.

"Sheng Ling, Sheng Ling,"

Yi Wulan's voice was soft and cool: "Am I like her to some extent, loving you stubbornly, has it brought you any burden?"

Sheng Ling clenched his hands tightly, and wanted to speak, but was blocked by Yi Wulan's fingers.

Yi Wulan took away the hand covering Sheng Ling's eyes, Sheng Ling raised his head and finally saw Yi Wulan.

The two kept looking at each other in this posture.

The kitten hiding in the den let out a soft meow. Yi Wulan took care of the kitten fairly carefully, feeding him shoveling excrement and grooming him every day.

This cat's character may follow the owner's, a bit arrogant, not easy to cling.

Not even a flattering meow.

Now that he is screaming, I don't know if he sensed that the atmosphere is not right, so he meowed nervously.

Yi Wulan rolled his eyes: "I love you very much, I used to love you very much, this took me some time and enthusiasm."

It's just that this time is a bit long, ten years, and the enthusiasm is a bit too much, which almost makes the soul burn.

Sheng Ling looked at Yi Wulan with a cold smile in his eyes, and listened to these words.

Thinking he was done, he was really done.

Sheng Ling could feel that he was sinking, he couldn't restrain himself from sinking, he could almost feel it clearly.

Sheng Ling's voice was hoarse: "It's not the same."

Yi Wulan's love never brought Sheng Ling a burden, he gave everything Sheng Ling needed, so Sheng Ling enjoyed it as it should.

Sheng Ling was a little anxious, "It's different, Wulan, this is different."

Sheng Ling could almost predict what Yi Wulan would say next, he had a premonition, so his heart tightened, and he squeezed Yi Wulan's wrist tightly, as if this could stop Yi Wulan from saying the next thing .

But it certainly cannot be stopped.

Yi Wulan whispered softly: "Don't come to me again, okay?"

There was a clear light in the obsidian-like eyes, and the smile was vivid, as if he hadn't said the sentence at all.

Sheng Ling looked back in silence, his eyes filled with deep pain.

It turns out that Yi Wulan has experienced such pain before.

He loosened his grip on Yi Wulan's wrist, letting the cold wind blow across his heart.

Sheng Ling finally said in a deep voice, "Wu Lan, you can think that we are over."

"Instead, I will pursue you."

"Wulan, I can pursue you instead, I can,"

Before I could finish this sentence, the door was suddenly opened.

Sheng Ling's words were interrupted in the middle, he didn't dare to use force, he just pinched Yi Wulan's wrist lightly, turned his head subconsciously, looked at the door coldly, and said sharply: "Get out!"

When renting this house, Yi Wulan changed the lock and gave Liang Fei a key.

It is convenient for Liang Fei to move furniture and decorate the room.

Later, Liang Fei didn't return the key, and Yi Wulan didn't mention it.

The lock of the door was unlocked, and Liang Fei walked in dressed in snow, holding a bouquet of flowers that she bought along the way.

He doesn't compare to Xiang Jiuming's superficial frivolous art, the whole bouquet of flowers was inserted by himself, with gypsophila and roses, and a few camellias.

When he opened the door, he thought he might have seen Yi Wulan teasing the cat.

It was a picture that made him happy just thinking about it.

He can also pour milk for Yi Wulan and the cat. Yi Wulan's milk needs to be heated with a small amount of sugar. Yi Wulan doesn't like bitterness, and sweetness is also light.

In the past few days when Liang Fei went abroad, she repeatedly rejoiced that she finally managed to control her destiny, and then came to find Yi Wulan.

It made him feel like he had a place to go back to.

No matter how big a manor is abroad, it is just a cold place. Without people, flowers will lose their meaning.

I just didn't expect to see such a picture.

The sofa was covered with gauze flowers, Sheng Ling leaned half naked on the sofa, and Yi Wulan half leaned beside Sheng Ling.

Sheng Ling's hand was still tightly gripping Yi Wulan's wrist.

A slender section of the snow-white wrist was held in Sheng Ling's palm.

Liang Fei's blood rushed to his forehead.

However, Sheng Ling didn't know good from bad, his eyes were filled with the anger of being disturbed, and he said "Get lost!"

Liang Fei sneered, before she even had time to change her shoes, she strode in, with a gloomy face: "You are the one who should get out!"

The author has something to say: Too sleepy ORZ

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Jijiao 1; (Chirp!)

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 388334612; the stars in the deep mud, Peter Pan, Wen Mochen, bring me a bottle of strawberry juice, Duan Ming 1; (hug and circle around)

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：归一20瓶；风泽15瓶；38034631、狐狸晏酒、陌路的床上有KAITO10瓶；Min、32658121、袭甯、我是大王(-ι_-)1瓶；

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