I don't date non-humans

Chi Diao held his breath, his hand had already touched the soft canvas.

"Don't touch that painting."

A voice suddenly sounded from behind him, Chi Diao was startled, and turned around.

Jonas stood behind him, in a blue velvet nightgown, his hair in little curls.

Chi Diao felt a little embarrassed. Although Jonas hadn't told him that he was not allowed to look at his paintings, being caught under such circumstances seemed like he was peeking.

"Sorry, I just wanted to see what you drew," he explained.

Jonas was not angry, the sleepiness in the morning made him look a little weak, he yawned, and misty mist formed in his eyes.

"No, I haven't finished this painting yet. It's really embarrassing for you to see such a crude semi-finished product. If you want to see it, there are still many completed portraits in the basement. Now, I'm hungry, let's have breakfast Bar."

Chi Diao obediently responded and left the second floor. Before leaving, his eyes fell on the covered portrait in the studio, and a trace of doubt arose in his heart.

Just because of the semi-finished product?

It seems that there is no problem. Do painters have similar eccentricities, and it is not surprising that they do not want others to see their half-finished portraits.

With this in mind, he finished his simple breakfast, and then Jonas returned to the upstairs studio, while Chi Diao went to a nearby store to buy some daily necessities.

I don't know whether it's because of the convenience of online shopping or the business downturn. The store is very large, but there are not many things in it, and there are even fewer people. Fortunately, there are some basic daily necessities in it.After checking the information, Chi Diao took some toiletries from the Interstellar Age and, by the way, a box of used paint for Jonas.The paint was piled in a small corner, and it took a lot of pond fishing to find them.

His little government subsidy can barely last for a while, although Jonas gave him the secondary card authority of the optical brain, but he doesn't want to use the money in it to buy these things.While wandering among the shelves, the box of paint in his hand caught the attention of a woman.

"You have a good relationship with Jonas who lives in Building D, District Q? Are you a new resident here?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm his newly hired assistant, living with him now." Chi Diao replied cautiously.

The woman shook her head with a look of disapproval on her face.

"According to me, where does he need any assistants? In this day and age, where does he need any painters? Has he ever sold a painting in the past three years? People are now worrying all day about how to eat Stomach, or replace an injured organ on the body with a mechanical organ to live longer. A traditional painter is not as good as a painter with mechanical arms, at least the latter can please those little girls."

Her tone was very heavy, the comforting tone of a familiar person who had been there.

"If he continues like this, it will be a matter of time before he sits and eats."

Chi Diao left the store and held up the box of paint to look at the sun. The light blue semi-solid paint slowly slid down through the transparent paint box, like a small piece of flowing sky, just like the small piece of sky that humans looked up to before they left many years ago. .

It's just that this piece of sky is too frivolous, and I can't even afford it, let alone wandering a small cloud that doesn't know where to go.

Holding the paint in his hand, he put the matter of leaving on the agenda, and in his heart he thought about the excuse he would give to Jonas when he left.

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At the same time, in the studio on the second floor.

Jonas sat sideways on the ground, one long leg stretched out at will.

In front of him, all the canvases have been removed to reveal the portrait underneath.What was inside was not an unfinished work, but a portrait of the same person.

If Chi Diao was here, he would definitely be surprised, because all of it was his face.The faces are not the same, but they are all faces that once belonged to him.

The low windows have been covered by curtains, only revealing a bit of misty light.The rivers of the torrential river of time and space are rushing and converging here, and the sweet and sour memories swept here are reversed into thorns and roses, which are picked off one by one with thorns, and the forced stagnant memories are mixed with the blood flowing out Together they solidify into a portrait that will not move or leave.

From the blond young man in the first world, the forensic doctor in a white coat in the second world, the indifferent fairy holding a long sword in the third world, to the face of Chi Diao's current body, the last face is the most drawn, and it is also most meticulous.

Most of the portraits are from pond fishing 400 years ago. The doll's face is still immature and well-behaved, his head is tilted and his eyes are blinking. A long black tail is wrapped around his white wrist, as if Some kind of demonic curse.

But the latest one, that is, the portrait that Chi Diao wanted to open this morning, was him now.

This is a side portrait, Chi Diao is sitting on a chair, looking up to drink the drink in the cup, the rosy lips are slightly opened, with a moist light shining on it, the tip of the tongue is hidden in the depths, deliberately licking It's a bit ambiguous in the dim light.

The small Adam's apple protrudes slightly from the side, and the white neck bends flexibly in an arc, forming a perfect connecting curve with the soft chin.His distinct fingers gripped the cup, like some kind of exquisite work of art.He drank very intently, and his slender eyelashes drooped, covering the pure cat eyes below.

Jonas gently stroked the fair neck of the person in the portrait, stood up and took the person into his arms, and kissed his rosy lips.From this perspective, it happens that the person in the portrait is actively asking for a kiss with him.He was almost driven crazy by this wonderful fantasy, the sharp inner teeth shot out uncontrollably, as if the one opposite him was his lover, he was biting and gnawing, the drooling saliva fell on the thin painting On the paper, there was a scorching sound.Wishing to swallow the drawing paper together with the easel, he seemed to feel the temperature of that person in the strong smell of paint, always peaceful, always gentle, and always warm.

Countless portraits surrounded him, and countless ponders looked at him tenderly and peacefully, with eyes that belonged to him, silently, without saying a word, but they would never be separated for life after life.

Covering his face with his hands, he stopped looking at them and let himself lie on the ground tiredly, using his strongest body to assume the most helpless posture.

In the end, he didn't know what else he had left besides these memories.

My dearest love, can you tell me in your soft and sweet voice how I can keep you.Do the clouds that come floating in the air will also float away in the same way, but do you know that you take away not only yourself, but also my heart.

I gave you my heart, and I used it to find you again and again, but you forgot it.

So, please don't leave me again, okay, otherwise, I will go completely crazy.

The author has something to say:

Good night chirp!

Please don't be too convincing qwq