Extraordinary relationship

A group of people played mahjong until six o'clock in the morning, and then gathered in the restaurant to drink porridge. Except for Jin Shu'an, the rest of the group looked like overcooked dumplings. On the bed, I don't know where the energy and energy that was just throwing cards and cursing dice on the table went.

Han Su didn't sleep for a while, he had nightmares for an entire hour, and finally let the phone ring to wake him up.

He let out a long breath, rolled over limply on the bed, took out his cell phone from under the quilt, and saw that it was his brother's call.

Han Dong said at the other end that the rice paper was gone. Seeing that it was snowing last night, he wanted to paint, but he couldn't find it after searching around, so he asked Han Su to go back to bring a stack at night.

His tone was rather reproachful, as if it was his younger brother who failed to make the painting.

Han Su held the phone to his ear, closed his eyes and listened to his brother's chattering irritability. In fact, his heart was still frozen, and he didn't wake up at all. At last, Han Dong finally said as if he was rushing to the topic: "Why are you talking again?" Got a deal with that architect, didn't they tell you to stay away from him?"

"Oh my God!" Han Su scratched his ears and said impatiently: "How can I roll around on the mahjong table with these people at a party? You always guard me against thieves every day... "

"If you want to defend so much, I'll count the number for you." He got up and leaned against the head of the bed, pressed one hand on the TV and continued: "As for the old dog who teaches clothing in our school, he is gay. It’s good, we drank together last month. There is also my classmate, one oil painting and one print, all of them, and there is one who does makeup for stars..."

"Got it!" Han Dong didn't let him go on, he didn't like to hear these things, his tone softened a little, and he chose a roundabout strategy: "I'm also afraid that you'll be with him all the time, which will delay people's dating, you don't have the mind, But how about guaranteeing that people will love you for a long time?"

Han Su annoyed him by talking, he kept pressing the remote control, his attention was divided for a long time, and when he heard a word, he was irritable: "What day is it, why are your thoughts so dirty!"

Han Dong: "..."

"...No, that..." After Han Su finished speaking, he was taken aback for a moment, and then cursed in his heart that the group of "broken-wing angels" is really nothing, they are all filthy-minded angels, treat them with them The mouth is full of yellow accents all night, so we can get together less in the future.

He coughed, stared at the morning news on TV and changed the subject, "Then what... I forgot to tell you these two days, there are two people who want to buy your paintings, and one of them wants to go under the radar. I will give you [-]% of the intermediate fee saved, but I refused to cooperate with you to make buttons in the middle. I also said that I want to fix the snow picture, and the price is not a problem. I will ask you what you think."

It took a while for Han Dong to say "hmm" on the other side: "You can decide what to paint. I have to paint whether I sell it or not. As for how much to sell, you have the final say. Anyway, all my money is for you. , It’s useless if I want that thing.”

Han Dong hung up after finishing speaking, and Han Su sat on the bed without moving for a long time. Since he could remember, his brother would say something like this every now and then: "Didn't I give you all the cards?" "All my money It's yours." "Why don't you spend the money and keep it?" "I think the sports car parked downstairs is pretty good, why don't you buy one?" "If you don't want to, just buy what you like and keep it for me. Just pay a lottery money."

Listening to similar words once or twice is indeed very blissful, but hearing too much becomes a burden.

That kind of feeling Han Su couldn't explain, it wasn't about the amount of money, even a penny was a kindness of thousands of jins, and these kindnesses made him feel overwhelmed.So except for the house he lives in now, he doesn't spend a penny on Han Dong, and basically saves it for investment and financial management, even though his brother may not really need it.

Han Su panicked, he got up and put on his hotel pajamas to pour himself a glass of water, then looked up at the clock, it was only a quarter past eight.

He opened the curtains and went to the balcony, feeling the sun shining on his face, and also feeling the coldness of melting snow after absorbing heat.

"Ms. Han." After a while, Jin Shu'an's voice came from the side.

"Brother An!" Han Su turned his head to see An Zheng leaning on the railing of the balcony next door, he was a little surprised: "Why don't you sleep more?"

Last night, the two of them were dizzy from the alcohol, and went to Jinshu'an's studio in the middle of the night. The round trip took less than two hours, and they didn't say a few serious words, but their relationship was relatively close. The month we knew each other brought us closer.

"Not sleepy." In fact, Jin Shu'an had already looked at Han Su for a while. This man didn't know what to think, and he was concentrating on facing the distance, but his eyes were foggy as if he didn't see anything.

He suddenly raised his chin at Han: "Isn't it cold, just wear pajamas?"

Han suddenly pulled up his collar, rubbed his face with his hands, and his eyes returned to the usual clearness: "It's a little cold. I had a nightmare when I squinted. The fire made me stand in the wind and I'm not cold now."

"Dream about being on fire?" Jin Shu'an turned sideways, with a slight frown between his brows.

"Ang." Han Su yawned and rubbed the head of the chicken coop, "I usually have nightmares once a year, and the dreams are basically on fire, and I don't know if it's to get rich. Twice."

"Let's go back to the studio later to catch up on sleep." Jin Shu'an pursed his lower lip, and the color in his eyes was darker than before.

That day, Han Suan, who was first sent by Jinshu An, went to the studio. On the way, the two chatted with Liu Ran. Although the architect can also draw, he didn't express any opinions on the art test. He just listened quietly to Han Su's words. .

Han Ju spoke very straightforwardly, without any reservations or euphemisms. He said straight to the point that Liu Ran was a child without much talent. That point of skill is mainly accumulated through years of practice, so when she realizes that she is at a disadvantage and refuses to admit it, she is anxious in her heart, anxious but afraid of changing.

"Art creation is based on passion. If she makes herself so worried, the style of painting will become more and more rigid and stingy."

Han Su just bought a bucket of planetary cups when he passed by a convenience store. He is a person who likes to eat snacks, and now he is holding a transparent plastic bucket while talking to Jin Shuan, while eating non-stop.

"Liu Ran was frustrated in the college entrance examination this time, and there is no guardian at home to guide her. She will not be able to get out of her horns. If things go wrong, this skill will be ruined, and if she can't keep up with the culture class, this girl will collapse. If you stay Rescue it in the studio, I dare not say this year, but I should be able to go to a good school next year, after all, I have a foundation."

Han Su didn't notice the change in himself, but Jin Shu'an was very happy to hear it. According to the relationship between the two of them before, such an unabashed evaluation of Han Su would definitely not be said. Understand carefully.

So this night is still worth it, right? After a mess, at least we can count as friends now.

Jin Shu'an curled his lips and looked aside, just in time to see Han Su's small movement of licking the planetary cup.

The hemispherical transparent box was almost empty, Han Su hooked his tongue on the last bit of white chocolate that hadn't been scooped out, the tip of his pink tongue deftly swept across the bottom of the cup, rolled the sweet chocolate into his mouth, and then poked it out The lower lip was added, making the dry lips moist and full of sweetness.

Jin Shu'an's throat suddenly tightened. He tugged at the neckline and reached out to touch Han Ju's ear. He raised his arm halfway before he didn't respond properly. His hand froze in the air for a moment, then turned to the bucket on Han Ju's lap. He grabbed the two planetary cups and put them back into his coat pocket.

"Do you want to eat it?" Han Ju was quite surprised by his action. He didn't want to give it to him before. At first, high-end people didn't eat these, but now they come to grab them by themselves, so no one can resist the temptation of snacks, right?

Han Su chewed the biscuit beans, grabbed two handfuls from the bucket, and put them in the armrest box in the middle for him.

Jin Shuan held the steering wheel, breathed unsteadily and said "thank you".

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After a brief relaxation after the college entrance examination, Han Su started to get busy again.

The school examination time of the major art academies is not uniform, the test centers are set differently, and the styles preferred by each school are also very different.

The Academy of Fine Arts is roughly divided into the Southern School and the Northern School. The painting styles preferred by each school in the two schools are quite different. In addition, the admission standards for fine art and design are still somewhat different. Fortunately, Han Su has already led his staff to teach The post has made a summary for each student. Teachers with different painting styles will lead students with different styles to strive for directional specialization and avoid blindness.

But the college entrance examination is not about what your teacher wants students to take. Students will listen to you. After all, everyone has their own wishes. As a teacher, you can only give advice, and don’t force everything, otherwise it will be easy to complain. .

In the afternoon, the students were all drawing, but the two people in the corner were whispering. Han Su came out of the next class in a good mood, walked along the road to the corner, and saw Liu Ran talking to a boy who was usually bored.

The boy said that his painting style is suitable for the south, but Mr. Han insisted that he be admitted to the local art academy.

Liu Ran covered his face with a book and sneered: "They only want the rate of admission to higher education here, they don't care what your personal style is, isn't this my example? Change, the euphemistic name is to try to break through."

"Yes, the local academy of fine arts accepts a lot of students from the province, so the probability of putting more fish into the water is of course high. But my style obviously does not belong to the north. As a result, my mother still trusts him. If I can't rely on it at that time, I will go to school this year. Classes have to be resumed." The boy stepped on the horizontal bar under the easel, curled his lips and continued to complain, and when his eyes were tilted, he saw Han Su's face appearing above the drawing board, and immediately shut his mouth.

Han Su put his hands behind his back and stared at the two of them for a while, then smiled, and said to the boy, "Go on, let me hear which school in the south you want to be admitted to, but I stopped you?"

Boy: "..."

The boy's face turned red with embarrassment, and he couldn't answer for a while. Seeing Han Su reach into his pocket to find something, he felt very uneasy, and he felt like he was on the verge of headshot when the underground party was caught.

But unexpectedly, Han Su only took out two planetary cups from his pocket, and handed one to him and Liu Ran each: "Drawing all afternoon, you must be hungry."

"Hold on, don't be too polite, and tell me who Lingtang is exactly while eating?"

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Jin Shuan took the planetary cup that Han Ju gave him back to the office. He planned to try it, but found that there was no spoon, so he had to regret it.

On the other end, Han suddenly returned to the studio and realized that he forgot to leave a spoon for others. He glanced at the small round box, thinking that without a spoon, he could only lick it and eat it.

He fell asleep after thinking about it, and finally dreamed that Jin Shuan watched him eat a planetary cup. He asked Jinshuan if he wanted to eat it, and Jinshuan said yes, so he said: Eat as much as you want, but he didn’t say anything not to

Then, Jin Shuan pressed up and bit his mouth......

After 10 minutes, Han Su praised Jingong for his good kissing skills, and Jinshu An smiled: They all practiced by eating planet cups

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I ate hot pot yesterday, the kind Han Su and Jin Shuan ate, happy