Rose

Song Huici seemed not at all surprised that Ye Liuyuan was here. He walked into the collection room and locked the door behind his back, walked to the paintings covered with white cloths, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pull off all the white cloths.

One after another, cryptic paintings were exposed to the light, showing a variety of vivid human bodies, mostly males, ranging in age from adolescents to mature males.

Most of them in the painting are naked, or bound by belts and ropes, or with their legs wide open to reveal their secrets, but they all have the same extreme pleasure and lust on their faces.

"How is it? Are you satisfied with what you see?" Song Huici's fingers hung over the face of a teenager in a painting.

"These..." Ye Liuyuan's eyes drifted away, feeling as if she had broken through some great secret.

"These are all my secrets. They are paintings that I can't see. What do you think will happen to me if they are exposed?"

Ye Liuyuan said: "It's nothing, it's just art, I don't know much about your paintings, but isn't this quite normal?"

"Normal..." Song Huici sarcastically said, "Are you serious?"

"I'm serious." Ye Liuyuan took two steps forward and said, "Did you force the models in these paintings?"

"No."

"Are the parties both adults and consensual?"

"Yes."

"Are you threatening them with these paintings?"

"No."

"So what's wrong with that?"

Ye Liuyuan spread her hands and said, "When the statue of David was placed in front of the church, a fig leaf was worn around the waist, so are those white cloths also your cover?"

"That's right. The most indispensable thing in this world is people with crow tongues. What's more terrifying is that they stand in the sun instead of in the shadows."

"The painter paints the human body, the moralist sees the naked body."

"Writers write about sex, and censors see obscenity."

"But because of this, do you want to give up the pen that binds your hands, stop writing and expressing your thoughts in your heart, let the inspiration that God relies on turn into silk threads that bind you, and then watch them tighten until you strangle yourself?"

"Song Huici, if you thought so, you wouldn't have drawn these paintings." Ye Liuyuan said, "You should know that there is no permanent secret in this world. As long as these paintings exist for a day, they will be exposed." Probably, the best way to protect yourself is to never draw such a picture."

Ye Liuyuan walked up to Song Huici, reached out to take off his glasses, and asked, "So which painting here is the one you are most satisfied with?"

Song Huici and Ye Liuyuan looked at each other, without the diaphragm of the lens, Ye Liuyuan found that his irises were actually light gray.Those eyes stared at him, but there was a shocking storm in them.

Song Huici stared at Ye Liuyuan for a long time without saying a word, so long that he felt hairy, and couldn't help but took half a step back.

"No, there is no painting here that satisfies me." Song Huici said, "Do you want it?"

Because the painter who writes has never broken free from his bondage, like an ugly worm lingering in a chrysalis.Now that hard shell was knocked headlong by a person who broke in suddenly, and the ugly worm finally saw the hope of becoming a butterfly.

When Song Huici stood in front of him after taking a shower in Yeliuyuan, he was thinking, why should that white and flexible body be wrapped in a bath towel?Is there anything that cannot be shown openly in front of him?

He knew that Ye Liuyuan relied on him to come back with him and had other plans, but he indulged.

He wanted to be Ye Liuyuan's alcohol, so he took a step back and tore off his disguise to show Ye Liuyuan. Knowing his secret, Ye Liuyuan would not even think about retreating.

This is a trap, and when Yeliuyuan opened the door and pulled down the first piece of white cloth, it was doomed to be impossible to escape.

The shell covering Song Huici cracked, and the thick darkness inside poured out, and Ye Liuyuan, who peeked into a corner of it, was terrified.

"You want my 'peak work', don't you?" Song Huici approached him and said, "Then be my model, only you can let me draw my peak work."

"You are... what are you talking about?" Ye Liuyuan looked at the paintings reflexively, one after another beautiful and joyful faces in the paintings pierced into his eyes.

"Anyone can say high-sounding words, Ye Liuyuan, you said you want my painting, so are you willing to be the person in the painting?"

Song Huici stroked his chin with his hand, and said, "You are wearing my clothes, so take off the first layer of restraint for me."

Ye Liuyuan's heart was full of crap, it was obviously just a psychological counseling for a great painter, thinking that if he got over that hurdle, he would be able to get the painting, how did it become like this?

Before he could respond, Song Huici's thin lips pressed against his, crushing and biting heavily, Ye Liuyuan opened her lips almost unconsciously, and was captured by Song Huici.

Ye Liuyuan is indeed a crook. It is undeniable that Song Huici is attractive enough to him as a homosexual. Such a face and such a figure make him unable to refuse.

What's more damning is why he felt the taste of begging from a half-forced kiss.

The white cloth that originally covered the painting was scattered on the ground. When Ye Liuyuan sat on the white cloth and shook her hands to undo the first button, she felt that she was absolutely crazy. Was his brain spoiled by alcohol?

But after unbuttoning all the jackets, the first thing Ye Liuyuan said was: "Do you have any wine here? The higher the alcohol, the better."

"No." Song Huici set up the drawing board, stared at Ye Liuyuan with pale eyes, and said, "From now on, I will be your alcohol."

Hold.

A dirty word was bitten into pieces by Ye Liuyuan, and he understood why so many people in the painting agreed to let Song Huici paint this kind of painting.

A man like him is poisonous, addictive, and crazy.

Song Huici gave people an illusion of martyrdom, dedicating himself to save him.

Some restraints have been worn for a long time, and they will grow together with the skin. Ye Liuyuan suddenly remembered the self-portrait of Song Huici seen in the art exhibition.When he took off the clothes, he had the illusion of taking off a layer of skin.

Bloody and bloody, he knelt on the white cloth, feeling in a trance that a steady stream of blood flowed from his body, dripping all over the floor.

Song Huici depicted the trembling white body in front of him as if he had fallen into a demon. If you know his secret, you must be prepared to be sucked into the whirlpool by him.

When Song Huici put down his paintbrush, Ye Liuyuan couldn't kneel anymore. The momentary fever passed and his reason returned, and he realized what he had done.

Song Huici picked up his clothes on the ground and threw them to Ye Liuyuan, turned around the drawing board, and showed Ye Liuyuan the draft on the drawing board.

Song Huici only made a rough draft with colors this time, and a series of flat, loose, and thick paints will be required in the follow-up to gradually refine and further highlight the charm.Even though it is just a draft, the artist's skills can be seen from the coloring and writing.

The laid out colors hit Ye Liuyuan's eyes, and Song Huici's cool hand fell on his neck, caressing his white skin, and said: "This painting belongs to you, but it will stay in this room until it is finished." stock room."

"So, keep everything here tight-lipped, understand?"

Avoiding Song Huici's touch, Ye Liuyuan put on her clothes, lowered her eyes and said, "Understood."

"I'll take you back."

Song Huici drove Ye Liuyuan back to Ye's house. Along the way, Ye Liuyuan sat in Song Huici's car, wearing his clothes with a space in it, scolding Song Huici for being a pervert and calling himself an idiot.

This time he lost his wife and lost his army.

Although he thinks Song Huici's paintings are quite normal, it doesn't mean that people outside think so.As long as those paintings are exposed, no one cares whether the two parties are voluntary or not.The media's carnival, public rumors, malicious speculation and slander will ruin Song Huici's reputation.

Song Huici would not easily hand over the handle to another person, even if he himself allowed Ye Liuyuan to break into that studio.Now that unfinished painting is kept in that studio, if he exposes the secrets about Song Huici's collection room, even his own painting will be exposed.

Similarly, as long as this matter is exposed, the people in the painting will be treated the same as the painter.They will be criticized and pointed out by the public back and forth, stripped layer by layer by some curious people, and drowned in the frenzy of public opinion.

Song Huici used a painting to tie Ye Liuyuan to a boat. Ye Liuyuan didn't know whether the unfinished painting with himself as a model was Song Huici's pinnacle work, so he lost his wife and broke it. soldier.

Back at Ye's house, when I went upstairs, I ran into Ye Borong.

"Wait a minute." Ye Borong saw Ye Liuyuan's suit familiar, and this pure white and simple style didn't look like Ye Liuyuan's clothes.And yesterday, Ye Liuyuan and Song Huici left first.

Ye Borong lowered his face and asked, "Whose clothes are you wearing?"

But before Ye Liuyuan could answer, Ye Borong said, "Song Huici, right?"

As soon as the words fell, a slightly disgusted expression appeared on his face, and he said, "No wonder you met him secretly."

After finishing speaking, Ye Borong brushed past Ye Liuyuan without looking back, as if seeing something dirty.

Ye Liuyuan was speechless for a while, not to mention anything else, his second brother's ability to talk to himself and make up his mind is first-rate.

Afterwards, Father Ye came back from the company and saw him, and asked him why he left so early last night, where he went to fool around and didn't come home all night.

Ye Liuyuan faltered and said that he drank too much, seeing that Song Huici left first, he followed.

Father Ye just smiled when he heard this, and said: "When I wanted to introduce you to your uncles, I couldn't find you everywhere. Don't do it again next time. It's too impolite to leave the meeting halfway."

Gently pick it up, gently put it down, Father Ye just asked.

When Song Huici sent Ye Liuyuan home, he changed contact information with him. Two days later, Song Huici sent him a message asking him to go to his house.