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

This autumn is much colder than usual, and you can feel the chill on your face as soon as you go out, especially when there is no sunshine.

Shi Jin came out of the kitchen just after cooking breakfast, with milk and oatmeal in his hand, ready to take it to Song Xingli by the bedside, but Song Xingli was wearing a sweater and coat as if he was going out.

He squatted down and looked at Song Xingli with a blank expression on his face.

Song Xingli came out of the room just in time to meet Shi Jin who was wearing an apron, his eyes were subtle for a couple of seconds, and then he looked away without a trace.

"I'm going to the dance troupe to rehearse. I won't come back to eat today. You can eat by yourself first."

After speaking, he walked to the entrance and prepared to put on his shoes.

"come over."

Just as he took a step, he heard Shi Jin's slightly cold voice behind him. He walked straight to the entrance without stopping, took out his shoes from the shoe cabinet and sat on the sofa in the entrance to put on his shoes.

"Star."

Just when he was about to bend over, Shijin went to squat down in front of him, and grabbed his ankle.

He looked at Shang Shijin's resentful eyes and suddenly wanted to laugh: "Why, it's unbearable just like this? You were so busy before and often didn't go home for dinner. I'm also very busy now, isn't it normal not to go home?"

Shi Jin opened the drawer under the shoe cabinet, took a pair of socks, held Song Xingli's ankles and put them on for him, gently and carefully: "After breakfast, you can't skip breakfast. You must drink milk and oatmeal. , or I won't let you go."

Help Song Xingli put on the socks and then put on the shoes for him.

Song Xingli looked at Shi Jin who was kneeling in front of him on one knee, seeing Shi Jin doing such a thing, suddenly felt a little dazed.

Now the relationship between him and Shi Jin is in the stage of constant cutting and chaos. He obviously planned to let it go, but he still gave Shi Jin the opportunity to get close to him. Entering his own life means he has entered himself again. in life.

Shi Jin is now using meticulous detail to capture himself, his daily life, his stomach, and his body. Except for his own thinking, which Shi Jin cannot control, other positions are controlled by Shi Jin. Existence is full.

Such a strong sense of presence made him a little uneasy.

Everyone knows that habit is a terrible force, and a sense of dependence can make people sink and numb.

All you can do is divert your attention.

"I'll bring you lunch at noon. Don't eat outside, lest you eat something uncomfortable and your stomach will feel uncomfortable. It's hard to get better during this time." Shi Jin stood up and put his stomach away. The milk cereal on the shoe cabinet was passed to Song Xingli: "Drink it before going out."

Song Xingli looked at the cup handed to him, oatmeal was floating on the mellow milk, and he could vaguely see the steam coming out.

Every day, Shi Jin would prepare breakfast for him without any change, except that he had no chance to drink the milk and cereal that Shi Jin cooked for him during the seven years abroad.But since returning to China, there must be a glass of milk and cereal in the living room every morning, as well as water on the bedside table.

Some small things will become the addiction he relies on, and it is only now that he suddenly realizes that Shi Jin is using very small things to occupy his love.

Shi Jin never prepared surprises vigorously for him, nor did he speak sweet words, but what he did was in line with this man's personality, mature, stable, and meticulous, sometimes people would ignore it, but once he didn't, he would not get used to it.

Suddenly catching the three words 'unaccustomed' made him somewhat conflicted. He didn't want to be unaccustomed, and he didn't want to wait any longer.

"I don't like drinking anymore."

Shi Jin's hand holding the cup froze in mid-air, looking up at Song Xingli, his eyes were not happy as if he wasn't there.Obviously she dressed so nicely today, but she didn't wear it for him to see.

Song Xingli stood up and opened the door, leaving a sentence before leaving: "Shi Jin, I don't want you to want to leave me just because you are used to me."

The moment the door was opened, the cold wind from outside poured in, only to hear the door close gently with a bang, Shi Jin felt that this was the coldest moment.

The milk cereal in his hand was still warm, but no one drank it.

Shi Jin looked down at the oatmeal rippling on the surface of the milk, the heat engulfed the mirror of the glasses, making it difficult to see his expression clearly, only the hand holding the cup gradually tightened.

"Don't you like it? Then change it."

A drop of water wears away a stone, he will wait.

He raised his head and drank the glass of milk cereal in one gulp.

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Song Xingli drove to the Gecia Theater. Today he made an appointment with the theater manager to discuss the details of the venue rental fee.Suddenly, I felt that I should get VV back. If one more person helps him, many things will be clearer. He doesn't have so much energy to do it himself. Now he needs to spend time on dance practice.

Just when he got to the entrance of the theater, a phone call came in, it was the manager of the theater, and he pressed the connect button.

"Is it Mr. Song?"

"Well, it's me."

"I'm really sorry, the venue can't be rented temporarily. During the inspection yesterday, we found that some of our equipment had problems. Now we need to repair it urgently. The time may be longer."

Song Xingli was surprised when he heard the manager say this: "But I will be performing in half a month."

"I'm really sorry, we will compensate you according to the contract."

His hand holding the steering wheel was slightly tightened, and the amber eyes reflected the dead leaves falling on the front window of the car, making it hard to see what emotion it was.

"okay, I get it."

The car parked under the tree outside the theater for a long time and did not leave, as if something was brewing.

At the end, there was a 'beep' to vent his irritability for a quick second or two.

Then drove away.

It took him a long time to find all the theaters, because theaters have schedules. It doesn’t mean that if you have money, you can jump in the queue casually. It was not easy for him to find a good theater, and he also closed his schedule. , As a result, there was a problem with the equipment at a critical moment.

Where is there any suitable theater now, if there is none, then he will pay to replace all the theater's equipment.

Drive to Min'an's art building.

'Grunt' -

The sound of being hungry was very clear in the quiet car. He glanced at his stomach faintly. Why did he bark so unapologetically? Didn’t he drink milk and cereal?

The traffic lights at the intersection ahead are very long, with a 99-second countdown.

While waiting for the traffic lights, he flipped through the car to see if there was anything to eat, and then found a bar of chocolate in the box. When he picked it up, he thought for two seconds, when did he put chocolate in the car?

Thinking of who might have put it, the chocolate suddenly tasted bad.

Helpless, I was a little hungry, so I ate to pad my stomach.

With a casual glance from the corner of his eye, he saw a new building not far away, and his eyes paused.

Um?When did such a building appear here, and why didn't he notice it before?

Looks like a new theater.

Like thinking of something.

Art Building——

The young lady at the front desk of the 'Miaozhen' studio looked at the beautiful Mr. Song who could not be shaken and came again, and immediately smiled.

"Mr. Song, good morning, Mr. An is in studio 1209 today."

The little sister smiled like a nympho, she had already guessed that the beautiful Mr. Song and their teacher An were a bit tricky, and she sneaked a peek at him that day!Can Mr. An's ambiguous gesture of holding Mr. Song on his lap be non-tricky?

Say no one believes it!

She has a photo to testify, zooming in and zooming in to see the details, it is simply ambiguous and wanton, dangerous, dangerous!Song Xingli saw the young lady at the front desk smiling so brightly, nodded and smiled, "Okay, thank you."

After speaking, he walked into the corridor.

It was Min An who said that he could finish all the paintings today, so he came to Min An to get the paintings today, and he went to dance practice in the afternoon after taking them.

Time is really tight.

Just as he turned the corner and was about to enter Studio 1209, he was suddenly frightened by the man standing against the wall in front of him. It was Min An.

I saw Min An leaning against the wall, looking at him with folded arms and a smile, as if he was waiting for him.

"What are you doing standing here? It scared me." Song Xingli exhaled.

Min An seemed to be pleased by Song Xingli's reaction, he bent down and approached Song Xingli: "I've already dealt with it, so shall we have a breakup meal after getting the painting today?"

"Separate dinner?" Song Xingli felt a little funny when he heard this word: "Why, don't you plan to draw me? Then I will pay you."

Min An sideways pushed open the studio door and motioned for Song Xingli to come in. He smiled, "Yes, I'm going to ask you to pay me."

"Huh?" Song Xingli didn't understand what Min An meant: "Don't draw me anymore?"

The glass door was gently closed, and the room was instantly quiet.

"Song Xingli, do you like me?"

Song Xingli looked at Min An seriously, as if asking him this question was not a joke. If he didn't answer seriously, he might be punished. He had never seen Min An like this.

Except when drawing, the rest of the time is quite indecent.

Seeing that Song Xingli didn't answer, Min An turned his face away and laughed out loud: "I knew you liked me, that's why I agreed to be my mannequin without hesitation, helping your brother to perfect those paintings are just yours. It's just a pretense, but in fact you come to me every day just to get close to me, and you want me to like you too."

Song Xingli opened his mouth slightly, but after thinking about it, he didn't speak. An imperceptible smile flashed in his eyes. This Min An surprised him a bit, what was he thinking in his head.

Where did the confidence come from?

It's really cute.

Who said x was indifferent before, so why mention this matter now.

"I said before that I like emotional experience, which will make me feel more emotional when painting, so in order to paint your body more emotionally, I think I can have a relationship with you and become Not indifferent, to make you more beautiful in painting." Min An slowly approached Song Xingli, and raised his hand to caress his cheek: "Today's breakup meal represents the end of our employment relationship. I hope that we will start painting human bodies. It will be a new relationship."

"Pfft."

The laughter instantly broke the charm of the confession of true love.

Min An's expression froze, hey, he's confessing.

Seeing Song Xingli burst into laughter, and then smiled so beautifully, he was a little dazzled and felt a little confused, so why did he laugh, was it a happy smile or——

"Teacher An, do you like me?" Song Xingli smiled at Min An's incomprehensible expression.

Min An felt that he was falling into Song Xingli's upturned eyes when he laughed. It was the first time he experienced the feeling of being bewitched. It was this beautiful man who came to provoke him every day, affecting his painting, affecting his eyes, and affecting his eyes. His focus is not to seduce his soul and want to fall in love with him, that's what.

Then he will give Song Xingli a chance.

"I didn't, I just gave you another chance to be close to me."

Song Xingli laughed even brighter when he heard this, as if thinking of something funny, he raised his hand and tapped Min An's heart: "Then I will give you a chance to be close to me."

The hand that touched his heart seemed to be electrified, and Min An felt that half of his body was numb.

"Come and watch me dance after dinner in the afternoon."

"Huh?" Min An was taken aback when he heard the word dancing.

The corners of Song Xingli's lips curled slightly, with a deep and lazy smile: "Yes, I don't seem to have said that I am a ballet dancer. It's okay, I will dance for you this afternoon." As he spoke, he approached Min An with a soft tone: " Give you a chance to watch me dance."

This bewitching voice made Min An sink completely.

His eyes gradually darkened and met Song Xingli's smiling eyes.

The two people's pupils reflected each other's figures, as if they were looking for something similar to themselves in each other's eyes.

There is a good saying, the blending of art categories, savoring the emotional inner influence, is exactly the feeling of the artist's shared experience.

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