O Ba is sometimes very sultry

In the next week's art class, Fu Qiyan dragged Su Zhiye to the studio.

Because he had been on leave for several weeks, the art teacher quickly matched Su Zhiye's face with his leave note, looking at him like looking at a fragile glass, "Student, your health is better ?"

"Thank you teacher for your concern. I am healthy now."

"Then Su, hurry up and catch up with the progress. We have done a lot of exercises before. At the end of this semester, everyone will complete an oil painting. This painting will be used as the basis for the final grade of this course. The theme is uncertain, so hurry up .”

Still have homework? ? ?Su Zhiye was stunned, this was different from the agreed art class.

"Let's go." Fu Qiyan took him by the hand and led him to the farthest corner.

The whole floor is a studio, empty and spacious.Students surrounded in threes and fives, or talked in low voices.Knowing that he didn't have any painting utensils, Fu Qiyan prepared one for him in advance.Push someone like a wooden chicken onto the chair in front of the easel, "You sit here."

Su Zhiye looked at the blank canvas and worried, "Why is there homework in art class? Isn't there no standard for art? Why is it still assessed?"

This is the question asked by the rookie. Fu Qiyan helped him squeeze the paint on the palette, and handed him the brush, "You finish your homework first, and then act as a model for me."

"Oh..." The dull hair on Su Zhiye's head fell off.

5 minutes later.

The colors on the palette were mixed into inexplicable black by him. He painted a black stick figure on the canvas, and then painted an abstract little yellow chicken.

It is similar to the paintings of kindergarten children, but he is quite satisfied. The more he looks at it, the more he feels that he is a contemporary Picasso.In just a few minutes, he finished his homework for this semester!

So he slipped out to watch Wu Nan, and was immediately stunned by Wu Nan's painting skills, "Son, you painted this tree well?"

If Su Zhiye is at the kindergarten level, then Wu Nan is at the high school level.

Wu Nan concentrated on looking at his drawing board, "Really? Xiaoyu also said that I draw well, and the teacher also said so."

Yu Shu next door to Wu Nan also poked his head over, "Dad, you finally came to class."

"It was all forced." Su Zhiye muttered, "I don't want to come at all."

"Dad, come more, art class is very fun."

Su Zhiye looked over at Yu Shu, and Yu Shu painted flowers.Wu Nan painted a pink tree in a blue sky, and Yu Shu painted a blue water lily in a dry pink soil.

"You two are a set?"

Wu Nan nodded, showing a hearty smile, "I just bought the paints together, and they can be used interchangeably."

Su Zhiye went back and looked at the picture of himself and a chicken, which paled in comparison.

He just doesn't have this cell, his son is stronger than him.

Fu Qiyan could see Su Zhiye, so naturally he couldn't see what he drew.Seeing him not happy.Lifting his head from his canvas, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"I wonder if I'm going to get a zero?"

"No." Fu Qiyan said: "As long as you hand in the paper, you will have a passing grade."

Su Zhiye pouted and showed Fu Qiyan his painting, "Old Fu, do you think this can be done? Would you like to comfort me?"

Fu Qiyan glanced at the little yellow chicken, and smiled out of his heart.

"..." Su Zhiye was a little irritable, "I just don't understand, do you want to save face for your father?"

Fu Qiyan walked behind him, bent down, held his hand and held a pen, "You are not suitable for being too figurative."

"Huh? I don't understand."

Fu Qiyan suddenly grabbed his hand holding the pen and led him to draw a few strokes.

His hand was taken away, and Fu Qiyan's temperature pressed against his skin.

Inexplicably, Su Zhiye remembered the physical knowledge that heat transfer changes the internal energy of molecules.Because Fu Qiyan's temperature is high, the irregular movement of the molecules in his body is now more intense.

This heat was also transmitted to his heart.

Fu Qiyan held him and randomly tapped on the oil painting board, "What do you want?"

Su Zhiye shook his head, feeling a little sweaty in his palms and a little hot in his head.

Fu Qiyan chuckled, which just fell into his ear, "Draw a sunflower? Like you."

He felt his ears tremble again. According to physics, sound waves can cause molecules to vibrate.He tilted his head slightly, avoiding the sound source, "OK."

Fu Qiyan stood up, "Then get up."

"Do you want to help me draw?" He stood up and asked Fu Qiyan to sit in his seat, "Would it be good for you to help me cheat?"

"Can you find other people to help you cheat?" Fu Qiyan took the oil painting scraper in his hand, stretched out his free hand, wrapped Su Zhiye's waist, and suddenly pressed him on his lap .

The movements are smooth and flowing, habitual and natural.

After Su Zhiye sat firmly, he looked back slowly and met Fu Qiyan's calm eyes.

My heart is beating wildly.

"You... what are you doing?" A bit incoherent.

Fu Qiyan put the spatula in his hand, and took his hand to smudge the color on the drawing board, "Do it yourself, and have enough food and clothing."

"..."

Why teach him to let him paint by himself?Su Zhiye was restless and muttered softly, "Someone will see..."

"Relax, the teacher won't come here."

"How do you know?" Their art teacher walked around clearly, giving advice.

"Because I'm better than him." Fu Qiyan said casually.

"..."

Fu Qiyan pressed Su Zhiye's waist and abdomen, took him into his arms, and reminded him: "If you sit on my lap, not only your butt will hurt, but my knee will also hurt. It's better to sit on your lap, idiot. "

The idiot's face turned red, and he moved inside, Fu Qiyan said again: "Don't twist your butt."

"..."

So the idiot's face turned even redder.

After he moved the position, Fu Qiyan took his hands to fill the canvas.Knowing that Su Zhiye couldn't paint that much at all, Fu Qiyan deliberately chose a smaller frame, and in just over 20 minutes, a splendid sunflower field bloomed on the canvas.

The golden color of the sunshine flying all over the sky is very beautiful, and it is more beautiful than anyone's paintings.

Su Zhiye was in a particularly good mood looking at the picture of his subordinates.

Fu Qiyan changed a pen, dipped it in white paint and held Su Zhiye's hand, "Write your name."

Originally thought that Fu Qiyan would let him write it himself, but he didn't let go, still holding Su Zhiye's hand vaguely, and signed his signature neatly and quickly.

When the vertical hook at the end of Yezi appeared, Su Zhiye's heart couldn't help beating fast, and his blood was afraid of hitting the waves like waves.

"All right."

Fu Qiyan packed up the tools and soaked the paintbrush in turpentine, but he didn't urge Su Zhiye to get up from his lap.

He wrapped his arms around Su Zhiye's waist, resting his head on his back, "Be my model now."

"Yeah." Su Zhiye nodded and took a deep breath, "No problem."

"Think about a pose."

"What pose do you want? Do you want me to change into a handsome dress?"

"What pose do you want?" Fu Qiyan asked back.

"Any pose is fine." Su Zhiye said affirmatively.

Fu Qiyan thought for a while, and suddenly smiled behind his back.That clear laugh just passed from his chest into his heart, resonating.

Itchy.

"What are you thinking? Why are you laughing suddenly?" Su Zhiye asked.

"Think about something not so good." Fu Qiyan's voice was a little hoarse, "It's very bad."

"..."

How bad is it?

In the end, Su Zhiye didn't become Fu Qiyan's model because the bell rang soon after class.Su Zhiye went to his easel, the canvas was covered with pink and orange, and a little yellow.

It's a bit like the color of grapefruit, a bit like the sunset, and a bit like the color of love.

Su Zhiye pointed to Fu Qiyan's canvas, "Are you going to paint me on it?"

Fu Qiyan was packing up his portfolio, "Yeah."

He looked over Fu Qiyan's shoulder to look at the sketches in Fu Qiyan's portfolio, and found several pictures of him in it.

Su Zhiye quickly grabbed what he wanted, "This is me."

In the picture, he is lying on the table and dozing off.

"Yeah." Fu Qiyan didn't stop him from looking through his things at all, "There are a few more."

"Fu is more capable than you." Su Zhiye said sincerely, "I think your paintings are explosive and beautiful."

"It's fine if you like it." Fu Qiyan smiled dimpled.

Fu Qiyan took out his mobile phone from his schoolbag, "There's no way I don't have enough time, so I'll take a picture for you. You don't have to keep a single pose all the time and be my model."

"Is that okay?"

"Well, it's all like this now, advancing with the times."

Since this is the case, why does he have to be a model?Su Zhiye dared to be angry and dare to speak out, stood opposite him and stomped his feet, "Then hurry up, I'm going back to write the copybook."

Holding the phone, Fu Qiyan turned the camera towards Su Zhiye, "Su just look at me, why don't you smile first?"

For a moment, Su Zhiye wanted to beat Fu Qiyan violently.He forced a smile, "Are you all right?"

The clicking sounds came one after another, and Fu Qiyan shook his head, "No, you are too aggressive. Turn your back to me, and suddenly look back to try?"

Su Zhiye: "..."

He turned his back, turned around, smiled hard, and asked stiffly, "Are you all right?"

Fu Qiyan frowned, "It's not sunny enough, come again. Do you want to change your posture?"

Su Zhiye was discouraged, showing a standard smile, "How about this?"

"It still doesn't work, it's too dull..."

In the end, Su Zhiye changed his posture several times, but Fu Qiyan still said no.

He has always taken a picture, and no matter where he stands in the group photo, he is definitely in the c position. Fu Qiyan is so ignorant that he dares to find fault with him?

Su Zhiye's dumb hair was about to evolve into Pikachu's tail, and he launched a lightning attack, "What do you want?!"

Not wanting to do anything, Fu Qiyan thought to himself, it's just a possessive desire to save some pictures.

"Maybe it's not suitable for you and the studio." Fu Qiyan clicked to save each picture, and said contentedly, "Shall we continue in another place?"

Su Zhiye: "..."

Su Zhiye ignored him, turned his head and left, "I will sever the father-son relationship with you."

Fu Qiyan quickly put away his things and chased after him, "Hey idiot, wait for me."

Su Zhiye quickly went down the stairs without looking back, "You must be playing with me, I will ignore you."

Fu Qiyan closely followed his steps, grabbed his arm on the stairs, and prevented him from going further.

Fu Qiyan looked into his eyes: "I swear to Su Zhiye, I'm serious, I never played a joke."

Su Zhiye turned around, he stood one step lower than Fu Qiyan, looking up at him slightly.His eyes revealed that he was born without love, as well as a little bit of innocence and ignorance.

Like a fawn.

Fu Qiyan's throat was itchy, he moved his fingers, and pressed the shutter.

It looks good, I miss the sun so much, I think about it now.

"You're so annoying, I'm so good-looking, but I said no, I won't take pictures for you, you can draw a self-portrait." Su Zhiye rambled, "No one has ever said that your father's photos are not good, because you have a problem with your eyesight. "

"Yeah." Fu Qiyan looked at him and snorted softly, "You look the best."

"It's no use coaxing me."

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