After the divorce, the ex-husband joined the Shura field

Min An's studio is in the art building behind the art museum. The entire 12th floor is occupied by Min An's studio. It is bright and spacious, with bright watercolor paintings hanging on the wall. The style looks like Min An's at first glance.

Although it is not a body painting, the style is exactly the same as that of Min An.

Bright, dazzling, people want to be close to.

When Song Xingli stepped out of the elevator, Min An's studio's name "Miaozhen" came into view. The word "Miaozhen" in the style of watercolor and splashed ink can be caught at the first sight when stepping here, and it is flamboyant and bright.

The young lady at the front desk of the studio was fishing. She raised her head when she caught a black figure out of the corner of her eye. She saw the handsome man who always came here reappeared. Today he is still as good-looking as her. The black shirt is not easy to wear. This lazy style really suits her taste!

So I immediately picked up the makeup mirror to see if the makeup on my face needed to be touched up, and when I saw it, I stood up and received it with a smile.

"Mr. Song, you are here again, are you here to see Teacher An?"

Song Xingli saw that it was the warm receptionist, and nodded with a smile: "Well, is he in there?"

The lady at the front desk nodded: "Teacher An is in studio 1209. He has no students this morning, but he is painting now. Should I call him?"

Song Xingli pressed his index finger to his lips, pretending to be mysterious and said: "I'll just go find him quietly, don't tell him."

Lili's lips were a little red, and it was reminiscent of being held up by her fair and slender fingers.

The young lady's eyes fell on Song Xingli's extraordinarily red lips, thinking, huh?Did Mr. Song put on lip gloss?Otherwise, why does it look watery and so red?

Inadvertently, she caught a glimpse of an ambiguous sucking red mark on Song Xingli's collarbone exposed by slightly opening his collar, and she froze for a moment.

Hey, how could this make her not think too much, maybe Mr. Song is with her boss, Teacher An, right? ! ! !

Fuck it, if this news is true, it's really amazing.

Min An is a well-known frigid painter in the industry. After all, he is a body painter. If he looks at Guang Guoguo's body, if it is a normal person, he will respond to some extent, but Min An is not. This man can only appreciate the human body, not to The human body has any sense.

After seeing so many peerless beauties, none of them were moved. The employees all wondered if Teacher An was cold and indifferent.

After a few years of follow-up, I found out that it was really possible, or else I had seen so many beauties and men who would not move at all, and there was no gossip, which is simply impossible.

So Mr. Song in front of him, would he be the exception?

Red seal ah ah ah ah ah! ! !

Song Xingli walked to the corridor, looking for Studio 1209.

He has been looking for Min An these days, and he came without saying hello. He likes to see Min An's unexpected eyes, as if surprised by his arrival, but other than that, he doesn't seem to be in Min An. See other emotions in the eyes.

There seems to be nothing else but wanting to paint him.

The door of the studio is a glass door, which is specially designed to facilitate the students when they are looking for the hall.

Song Xingli was standing outside the 1209 studio, looking through the glass door at Min An, who was sitting in front of the easel with his long hair tied up in the spacious and bright room. He was wearing a loose white T-shirt, sitting on a chic wooden chair, with his back straight. Holding the paintbrush straight, the side face that is painting is focused and peaceful.

The sunlight fell into the room, and it fell on Min An's body, covering it warmly. The casually scattered hair against his cheeks was a bit indescribably beautiful. It was less of the usual indecent feeling, and more pleasing to the eye. The warm breath you want.

People who study art always have a kind of mystery that makes people want to get closer to dissect.

Especially fine art.

Song Xingli leaned against the door and looked at Min An's painting, thinking thoughtfully, the more he looked at it, the more fascinated he was. He had a very subtle feeling, but he couldn't say what it was, just this Min An...

Let him like it very much.

But this kind of liking made him a little familiar, but he couldn't explain why he had such a good impression.

Gently pushing open the glass door, he was careful not to make any noise, and Min An, who was concentrating on painting inside, didn't notice anyone coming behind him, so he just perfected the painting at hand by himself.

Song Xingli stopped lightly behind Min An, his eyes fell on the paintings on the canvas, and his expression was a little subtle when he saw those paintings of himself.

It was he who asked Min An to deal with the paintings drawn by Luo Qing.

Maybe it was drawn when I was young, and it was a bit like a draft, but under Min An's pen, it became extremely complete, unbelievably complete.

The painting of him lying on the desk on the canvas is a line drawing, but after Min An painted it, it became brighter and made people feel...

uncomfortable.

This should be a peek at his perspective, every line is in a hurry and anxious, drawing the outline in a hurry as if afraid of being discovered, the bitterness of the brush hits the face, it is especially obvious after coloring .

"I think this person must love you very much." Min An paused for a while before turning his head to look at Song Xingli behind him.

Song Xingli bent down slightly and was looking at the painting. He didn't expect Min An to know that he was coming, but before he realized it, he ran into Min An's eyes. These brown eyes were calm, and seemed to be immersed in the atmosphere of artistic creation. There is a bit of melancholy in the middle, and the words spoken are even more affectionate, as if they have been substituted into the painter.

The two looked at each other for a moment without speaking.

"He must love you very much." Min An said with a choked voice, his eye sockets gradually became moist, and the brown eyes were wrapped in moisture, and the discomfort in them made him feel uncomfortable even when he wrote: "Otherwise he How could he draw you so carefully? Except for you, all the other scenes are blurry, but you are complete and clear. Eyes, nose, mouth, all expressions and all the details have handled you very well. In his heart only you."

Song Xingli was taken aback by Min An's sudden red eyes, and wanted to stand up straight in a daze, but Min An grabbed his waist.

Unprepared, Min An pulled him onto his lap.

The two stuck together in an instant, Song Xingli didn't dare to move due to the extremely ambiguous gesture, so what's the matter?It's a bit sudden.

What caught him off guard even more was that Min An actually cried, not because of him.

Min An put down the paintbrush, raised his hand and pinched Song Xingli's chin to look around, tears fell like this, his eyes were melancholy, but his movements were emotionless, just like the emotions of two people, the eyes have one emotion, the movements have another emotion, There is no hindrance to each going their own way.

"Who is that person? I want to know him, and I want to ask him how he can love someone so much. I can feel such emotions in the painting, bitter, depressed, and unbearable. He must love you very much." , do you love him?"

Song Xingli was sitting on Min An's lap, his downcast eyes were condescending. When he met Min An's melancholy eyes, he could feel Min An's hand holding his chin. Although it was not rude, it made him somewhat insightful. Feel.

These eyes were full of affection, but at this time they were wet with water, which made him a little dazed, and he always felt a kind of indescribable familiarity, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

When Min An asked where he wanted to meet this person, he fell silent.

"Can I know him?" Min An's tone was a little eager. He is a sentimental painter, and he will pour all his emotions into every painting. In order to achieve the effect of perfect and emotional unity, even if it is helping others repair Same.

Feel the painting style of others, feel the style of the pen, and feel the emotion of the content.

Substitute into it, sometimes you can't extricate yourself.Just like now.

"I can't." Song Xingli grabbed Min An's hand pinching his chin, and tugged at the corner of his mouth: "He's dead."

Min An's pupils shrank slightly, as if he couldn't believe it, and his moist eyes were stained with grief because of this truth: "... isn't it here? Is it your lover?"

Song Xingli laughed softly, the laughter was very soft and unremarkable: "No, he is my good brother."

When Min An heard the word "good brother", he seemed a little sorry. It seemed that it was a love that he couldn't get that made him feel bitter and uncomfortable in the painting.

"Really, he is your brother, no wonder these paintings look so uncomfortable, but why did he leave? Is he sick?"

Song Xingli got down from Min An's lap, and he couldn't help feeling a little funny when he heard so many questions from this man: "You want to know what to do so much, so why aren't you interested in me? If you are interested, you might as well ask me."

Min An sighed regretfully, picked up the paintbrush and continued to color the painting, painting the lips with rouge: "I like to capture the emotions of the characters, it makes me feel very rich, and it also makes me feel very tactile. Now I It was you who repaired it, so I wondered how much the person who painted you had deep feelings for you, and the bitterness that came to my face made me feel the same."

"I feel empathy, why do you feel empathy?" Song Xingli moved a chair and sat beside Min An, watching him color his own painting.

The classroom is spacious and bright. In the painting, he is lying on the table and sleeping. The expression between his brows is stretched so finely that he seems to be a living person. In the next second, he can see the reality when he opens his eyes.

It's more realistic when it's colored.

"Unrequited love is the sweetest but bitterest emotion in the world. It is like green oranges. It smells sour and tastes a little sour but has a sweet aftertaste. And your brother's feelings for you are like this, bitter but sweet. "

Song Xingli was amused by Min An's explanation: "What kind of adjective is sweet?"

After speaking, his eyelids drooped, as if thinking of something.

The figure that jumped down was like a thorn, accompanied by the word "Luo Qing" doubly tormenting him, Luo Qing's existence became a branded existence, and would follow this nightmare like a shadow.

Regrets are always regrets.

People cannot be resurrected from the dead.

He hoped that these paintings could be given to Luo Qing, to fulfill Luo Qing's dream in another world, and to make up for his regret that it was too late.

The last meeting was too unpleasant.

"Don't cry."

As soon as Song Xingli lowered his head and chin, his chin was lifted by the paintbrush. He was a little dazed for some reason when he saw Min An's worried appearance.

"Look how good-looking and cheerful you are in your brother's pen, I think you will never be sad in his world, and he doesn't want you to be sad, so he carried all the sadness by himself and kept silent , love you silently." Seeing that Song Xingli raised his head, Min An didn't feel uncomfortable, so he put the brush back on the canvas and continued to paint, and said to himself:

"The love that breaks out in silence is all self-righteous, lack of courage, and extremely humble. You call him a brother, but in his writing, you are the person he loves the most in the world."

"do not talk."

Min An paused for a while, and heard Song Xingli's displeased voice frowned, and turned his head to look over.

Song Xingli felt that Min An really knew too much. Although he didn't say anything, how could he tell so many details from a single painting, which made him feel guilty and uncomfortable.

Besides, he couldn't let it go.

So he leaned forward and approached Min An, half-closed his eyes with a dangerous displeasure: "Why don't you ask me? I always want to know others. Don't you want to draw me? Why don't you ask me more about me? Will you know me well? Or will you know my body well?"

The close distance is ambiguous and charming, and the warm breath falling on the cheeks makes it a little numb.

Min An stared intently at Song Xingli who was approaching, and his eyes fell on the flushed lips. The lip color was like carmine that he had just adjusted, beautiful and moist, as if someone had kissed him hard.

Looking down, there are red spots on the clavicle exposed by the slightly open neckline, and he curled up his lips interestingly.

"I just said why you want me to know you so much, and let me draw you so easily. It turns out that asking me to help you with your brother's painting is just an excuse. You are actually—"

Pausing to tantalize his appetite, Song Xingli frowned, what did this guy want to say.

"It's the king of the sea." Min An put his finger on Song Xingli's collarbone, rubbing the red mark with his fingertips: "Who is this man? Is he another good brother of yours? It seems that he really 'loves' you so much, so hard Are you leaving marks on your body for fear that you will be snatched away?"

Song Xingli grabbed Min An's hand and smiled: "What, are you jealous?"

Min An withdrew his hand and smiled disapprovingly: "I don't want to be one of your good brothers, and I'm x cold."

x cold?

Song Xingli seemed to have noticed something evil, and when he saw Min An continuing to paint, he leaned into his ear and whispered: "Is x cold because he can't get up? Or have no ideas?"

"It's all." Min An said calmly.

"Then I'll wait and see."

The two of them talked one by one like this, talking about Min An while drawing, and said that the repair time would be around next month, Song Xingli understood, and teased Min An by the way.

"Then do you expect to draw my human body?"

"Expectation is still expected, but don't be too eager to make your purpose too clear."

"Tell me what my purpose is?"

"You Neptune want to pick me up, and you want me to develop into one of your good brothers."

"Pfft."

……

Song Xingli felt that he hadn't smiled like this for a long time. He really liked Min An, either to that extent, or from the bottom of his heart.

"Then what if I really want to fuck you?"

Min An finished coloring the painting in his hand, put down his pen and stood up without looking at Song Xingli: "I can't satisfy you even if you soak up, you will be disappointed in me."

Song Xingli was amused again, and chuckled softly: "Okay, then I won't tease you anymore, I look forward to the day you finish, then I will see Teacher Min An next time." After speaking, he stood up and walked out.

Min An didn't say goodbye to Song Xingli, and didn't look back. He tidied up the painting tools by himself, and then said: "Don't try to seduce me, I'm just a body painter with no emotions."

Song Xingli pushed open the door with a smile, this Min An is really interesting.

This time, it was not someone else approaching him, but him approaching, which seemed to give him an urge to dissect, and he caught a familiar aura in Min An, it was this feeling that made him want to approach.

He is curious.

Walking out of the building in a happy mood, the mood disturbed by Shi Jin in the morning was also healed. Sure enough, sometimes you have to find someone who suits your appetite and take the initiative to approach to make your mood better.

"elder brother!"

At this moment, he heard a familiar voice, his eyes followed the source of the sound, and he saw Chu Xingqi, who was carrying a violin case not far away, running towards him.

His eyes flickered slightly, and he almost forgot that there was a little milk dog.

Chu Xingqi stopped in front of Song Xingli out of breath, and then hugged Song Xingli into his arms without saying a word.

Song Xingli: "???"

"Brother, I miss you so much, why don't you reply to my messages anymore, did I scare you?"

The little milk dog's aggrieved voice made him a little puzzled.

information?

He hasn't heard from Chu Xingqi since the time he was hospitalized. Where did the news come from?

The author has something to say: Shi Jin: It must be me who blacklisted you, Chu Xingqi, and told you to send messages