Overwhelm the gangster

It has not rained in London for three consecutive days since that day, and the weather has been beautiful and sunny for these three days, which is not common in London, very unusual.So I stayed in my room for three days and didn't go out.

Occasionally, I would also think of the boy who asked me to be his model, and his expectant and nervous look. I knew he should be waiting for me there, but knowing the result, I still didn’t leave.I lay lazily on the bed watching the weather outside, until today it began to rain again.

I got dressed, still didn't have an umbrella, and it was still by the lake, but someone arrived before me.

It's that art student, I don't even know his name yet, but I promised him to be his model, you said, people are really strange, aren't they?

He turned his back to me, drooping his shoulders, with a dejected look. As I walked closer, he probably heard footsteps, and his body suddenly regained his strength. He stood there stiffly, but he didn't look back, maybe Don't dare to look back.

For that somewhat stupid idea, I raised the corners of my mouth and smiled.Walking in front of him, I pursed my lips and said, "Sorry for keeping you waiting."

With these words, he raised his head suddenly, with unbelievable joy and inexplicable expectation in his eyes, those eyes were so hot that I dare not look directly at them.

I lowered my eyes, looked at him and said, "What pose do you want to draw?"

He was silent for a while and said, "I thought you wouldn't come. No, it's not that I don't believe you. I'm just afraid... afraid that you'll think I'm a liar."

I laughed, and I didn't deny that this sentence was obviously a lie. Standing in the rain, I whispered: "It's okay, I'm late."

He hummed lightly.

I looked at him and said, "Are you in a bad state? Otherwise, why don't you draw today. I'll come back tomorrow."

He shook his head hurriedly, pursed his lips, looked at me and said beseechingly: "Can I come to your place to draw? It's raining, so I can't write."

Now I am silent. In fact, I don't like others entering my room. I always feel that it is a very private place. Once someone enters, there will be many things that I will not be able to control.

However, after seeing the person in front of me who was slightly afraid of being rejected, I agreed with a soft heart.

Then he smiled, and at that moment, he was in high spirits...

The pose he asked me to pose was very simple. I sat by the window and looked out the window. As long as I didn't move around randomly, it didn't matter.I watched the rain outside the window quietly for a long time.

"Okay." I didn't come back to my senses until I heard him speak. When I recovered, I felt that my arms were sore. He closed the drawing board, walked to me and whispered: "Let me rub it for you, It must be hard for you to be motionless for three hours."

I squeezed it twice myself, feeling numb, so I nodded.

His wrist was very strong, and it was very comfortable to rub. Slowly I closed my eyes, and my consciousness fell into a haze.

This time I slept peacefully, my dream was clear and nothing happened.

When I woke up, I was awakened by the smell of rice. When I sat up, I didn’t react until someone shouted in my ear, and he said, “You wake up, eat.”

I am completely sane.

I sat at the table and he had prepared the food and it was hot. I looked at him and said, "Did you buy this?" He nodded a little happy and a little shy.

I was taken aback for a moment, lowered my eyes and said, "How much is it, I'll give it to you later."

"...It doesn't cost much, not even your model Feiduo." He opened his mouth cautiously.I did not speak again.

The two of them ate quietly, and I didn't speak, so naturally he didn't speak easily, and each other was silent and silent.

After the meal, he cleaned up the trash. Before I could tell him to leave, he took out his drawing book and handed it to me, and said in a low voice, "Look, how is it?"

There is only one painting in the drawing book, a sketch, my clothes and movements are in place, and the expression on my face is very delicate, but the face on the sketch has no eyes.

It was a sketch without eyes.

I looked at him, and he scratched his hair and said, "Well, I don't know why I didn't paint your eyes, but I always feel that your eyes should not be that kind of bleak, you should be high and domineering." , this kind of desolate eyes is really not suitable for you, so I didn't draw... If... If you don't like it, then forget it."

I handed the album to him and said calmly, "Don't ask for my opinion, you can draw whatever you want."

He took it, then looked at me and said, "Can I still draw you after that?"

I was silent, he waited for my sentence, I sighed and said: "I won't stay here for a long time, maybe one day, maybe two days, maybe one month and I will leave."

"It doesn't matter, I will paint one day every day you are here, and I will paint two days every two days here." He said with a smile, his mouth slightly opened, showing his white teeth.

I laughed too, putting away the unspeakable sigh in my heart.After all, we just met by chance, he is not Yang Chen, we are just strangers, but I did not refuse his request.I also want to see how I look in the eyes of others...

I live in London. Occasionally, Yang Chen, no, it should be said that Fang Tong will call me to ask when I will return to China. I thought about it and pushed it, saying that I don’t plan to go back soon. Fang Tong said, is there anything? Obsessed?I said no.

Fang Tong sighed.

In fact, Fang Tong treated me with the utmost benevolence and righteousness. If others had deceived him like that, he would definitely not make it easy for him. But I was only scarred by a bullet.

Thinking of Fang Tong's Yang Chen face, my heart felt like a needle prick.

The days went on like this, and the relationship between me and that person continued. Many times I sat motionless on the chair, waiting for him to finish painting, and occasionally I fell asleep under his massage.His paintings are as delicate as ever, but there are still no pupils.

This day, after the painting was finished, it was still early and the weather outside was sunny. He smiled at me and said, "Why don't we go out for a stroll."

I thought about it and said yes.

Walking in London under the neon lights has a special taste. I have been here for nearly two months, but I only know a little about it.

Thinking of this, I sighed, he turned to look at me, I looked at him and said, "I'm going back to my country."

His eyes suddenly widened, revealing undisguised reluctance.I took a pack of cigarettes from my pocket, lit it, and took a few puffs in my mouth. He looked at me in shock and said, "You smoke?"

I nodded, not smoking in front of him doesn't mean I can't smoke, just don't want to.

Now it's time to let him know my true colors, I said: "I liked someone once, and when I knew I liked him, he left me." He stared at me with wide eyes, and I gave him a wry smile... …

For some reason, facing him like this, I suddenly had a desire to confide in him. I looked out the window and told about Yang Chen. Of course, I saved Fang Tong’s reincarnation and my rebirth. This said.Because I don't want people to think I'm crazy.

Simply replace the story with two people, simple background, simple people, and finally a very cliché ending.

The storyteller didn't shed tears after telling the story, but the corners of the listener's eyes turned red. He looked at me and said, "Then what are you going to do in the future?"

"What to do?" I looked at him and asked.

He said: "Your life is still very long. Do you want to live with regret? If he knows you are like this, he will definitely be unhappy. You... You should live a good life. "

I was shocked when I heard this, followed by anger, yes, anger.