After becoming the personal model of the boss

Zhou Shangan finished his homework, but He Xiancheng still didn't come back.

He turned around twice in the room boredly, and suddenly heard a knock on the door outside the house.

Zhou Shangan opened the door in surprise.

It's a grandma.

He was stunned.

Grandma's hair is half white, and her body is a bit hunched. A few black iron clips are pinned to her forehead to fix a few strands of white hair on one side. Her face is round and full of happiness, full of smiles.

The old lady smiled and said, "Are you Xiansheng's younger brother?"

Zhou Shangan was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly.

Grandma pulled Zhou Shang'an's arm, patted it, and said with a smile on her face, "Ah, Xiancheng said you are at home alone, let me come and see you." Zhou Shang'an was startled when he heard that, "Who is grandma?"

"Call me Grandma Yang," Grandma smiled, "Xiancheng, he and I are old neighbors!"

Granny took Zhou Shang'an's arm and walked out, smiling kindly, and said kindly: "He said it's not fun for you to be alone at home, so he asked you to come to my house for dinner."

Zhou Shang'an was dragged towards the opposite door, and after walking a few steps, he came to his senses and hurriedly said a few words of thanks.

Grandma said as she walked, you are welcome, what is your name? "

Zhou Shang'an came to He Xiancheng's house for so long, and this was the first time he met his neighbor.

Occasionally, I saw the opposite door open, but this was the first time I said hello.

Zhou Shang'an said: "Grandma just call me Shang'an."

Grandma Yang nodded with a smile, and said again and again: "Okay, okay, Shang'an..."

As soon as Zhou Shangan stepped into Grandma Yang's house, he immediately received a call from He Xiancheng.

He Xiancheng told him to go to the opposite Grandma Yang's house for dinner, and said that this grandma was very nice, so Zhou Shangan should not be restrained.

As soon as the grandma heard that He Xiancheng's family had an extra boy, she couldn't wait to come over.

He Xiancheng didn't even have time to call him.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Shang'an couldn't help feeling warm in his heart.

At the dining table, Zhou Shang'an chatted with Grandma Yang.

Only then did I know that Grandma Yang's children are all in other places, and she is not at home often, and spends most of the year at her children's home in other places.

It's almost Chinese New Year, and she came back specially to see her wife.

Zhou Shangan was taken aback when he heard the words, "Grandpa, he...?"

Grandma Yang seemed to think of something suddenly, and the smile on her face suddenly became gentle, "He, when he was here, everything was in a hurry. At that time, he said every day that I was not good at doing things. What should I do without him in the future? Hey... As a result, This old man wants to beat me even when he leaves..."

Zhou Shang'an paused while holding the chopsticks.

As Grandma Yang said, she lowered her head and rubbed her wrinkled hands together.

She sighed in a low voice, "But he is a person who is afraid of being lonely..."

Grandma Yang said softly: "So, every year I come back to see him during the holidays. If I stay with him, he won't be afraid." She laughed.

Zhou Shangan's eyes drooped slightly, and he suddenly thought of He Xiancheng, feeling a little envious in his heart, and said slowly: "Grandma Yang is here, grandpa will live a very happy life."

Grandma Yang smiled cheerfully.

After a while, grandma said: "Hey, there used to be a boy like you who lived in Xiansheng's house. That boy was handsome and had a sweet mouth. He often came to play with me..."

Zhou Shang'an was startled when he heard this, and looked up at her in surprise.

Grandma Yang sighed and lowered her head, "It's just a pity, I haven't seen him for a long time, I asked Xiancheng, and Xiancheng also said he didn't know, I was wondering if I could see him again before I left!"

The figure of the strange man he met in the cake shop last night flashed in Zhou Shang'an's mind inexplicably.

His hands and feet suddenly felt a little cold, Zhou Shangan clenched the chopsticks in his hand, and finally couldn't hold back, and asked cautiously, "Grandma, that man...he, what does he look like?"

Grandma Yang frowned slightly, "Well, he looks handsome... oh, it's been too long, I haven't seen him for several years, it's because the old man hasn't passed away, it's been too long..."

Zhou Shang'an suddenly remembered something, "Grandma, do you know Ao Dai?"

Grandma Yang frowned in thought, her tone was puzzled, and she repeated: "Ao Dai?"

Zhou Shangan hurriedly said, "Just that black cat."

"I seem to have some impressions... oh! I remembered, that little fat cat," Grandma Yang laughed, "he only steals my sun-dried meat..."

Zhou Shangan's breathing became a little short, and a bad premonition faintly rose in his heart, "How is his relationship with that cat?"

Grandma Yang heard the words, smiled and patted Zhou Shangan's hand, "Don't test me, grandma is old, how can I remember so much..."

Zhou Shangan's tense nerves relaxed, and he was more afraid of hearing a definite answer than not knowing.

Grandma Yang looked at him, "What's wrong with Shang'an?"

Zhou Shang's heart was still beating a little fast, she shook her head and said no, it's nothing. "

He paused, and then said: "Grandma, can you tell me more about brother Xiansheng?"

Grandma Yang said with a smile: "Okay, okay, let me tell you, Xiancheng, he loves painting..."

Grandma Yang suddenly mentioned that He Xiancheng locked himself in the room for a whole month.

An Xin jumped up on Zhou Shang, and hurriedly asked, "What's going on?"

Grandma Yang shook her head, "I thought he was going on vacation, one day I don't know what happened..."

Grandma Yang gestured, "The police came, and they smashed Xiancheng's door open, and I saw it...the curtains in the room were tightly drawn, and there was a man lying on the floor, that look..."

Grandma Yang frowned unbearably, "One month, I haven't seen the sun outside for a whole month, oops, I don't know how that kid Xiancheng came here..."

Zhou Shang'an's breathing was stagnant, and he looked forward in a daze, but only the picture of He Xiancheng lying alone on the cold floor in the dark room remained in his head.Zhou Shang felt a tingling pain in his mouth.

Only then did he realize that He Xiancheng had never told himself about his past.

Zhou Shang'an's hands and feet felt cold.

Brother, what have you been through?

After Zhou Shangan returned home, the words Grandma Yang had said to him still echoed in her mind.

One moment is the scene of He Xiancheng lying alone in the dark room, and the other moment is the scene of the police breaking in and pulling the dying man out.

And the figure of the man in the cake shop also kept floating in his mind strangely.

Zhou Shang'an shook his head violently, looking at the messy room that hadn't been cleaned for a long time, he took a deep breath, and waited for He Xiancheng to come back and ask him carefully, let's find something to do first.

Zhou Shangan packed up the garbage and threw it downstairs, and then tidied up the paint cans all over the floor in the studio.

He arranged the painting materials neatly, looked up and saw the narrow door leading to the small compartment inside, got up and walked towards the small compartment.

The compartment was full of sundries, and He Xiancheng seemed to seldom come in at ordinary times. When Zhou Shangan opened the door, a stale smell of dust and precipitation came over his face.

Zhou Shangan frowned slightly, and raised his hand to fan. When he turned his head, he suddenly noticed a painting in the corner on the right.

The painting had already been framed, and the side with the painting was facing the wall. From this angle, Zhou Shangan could only see the white back.

He walked over curiously, picked up the painting, turned around, and when he saw the front, Zhou Shangan was so frightened that he almost threw the painting out.

The man in the painting is wearing a white bathrobe, with the skirt hanging on his shoulders, halfway down.

His cheeks were flushed, his jaw was raised slightly, and his lips were also shining with a delicate redness. He looked ahead with confusing eyes, and his eyes went straight into the heart of the viewer.

Zhou Shangan reflexively popped out a word in the man's manner.

desire dissatisfaction.

And the model in the painting, isn't he himself!

Zhou Shangan's hand holding the picture frame trembled, and he grasped it tightly again. He carefully buckled the picture back, making sure that it was completely covered, and then let go.

He took a step back, staring nervously at the painting.

The scene when He Xiansheng was a model for the first time flashed through his mind.

Was he... at that time... really like this?

Zhou An took a mouthful of sleep, her face turned red unknowingly.

He glanced away, not daring to look at the painting again, he panicked when he saw it.

Zhou Shangan hurriedly tidied up the compartment, and then packed an old and yellowed paper bag from the cabinet in the compartment.

A few rolled drawing papers were randomly stuffed inside, and some drawing papers were pinched into balls.

Like a discarded painting that I forgot to throw away.

This is probably painted by He Xiansheng.

Thinking of this, Zhou Shangan curiously took out a roll and opened it.

It was an unfinished painting, and what appeared to be a deer.

Rather than saying that the painting is not finished, it is more like it has been artificially destroyed, with black paint covering the body of the deer in a mess.

Zhou Shangan didn't understand.

He disassembled another pair, only to find that these several pairs of paintings were artificially covered with black paint with a brush in the middle of the painting.Zhou Shangan frowned.

Who can do this over and over again?

Only the owner of the painting.

It is a painting found in the cabinet of He Xiansheng's house.

Then why did He Xiansheng do this?

Zhou Shang'an frowned when he saw this self-defeating painting.

He finally put the paper bag back in the cupboard.

After tidying up, Zhou Shangan took a shower, lay on the bed and waited for He Xiancheng to come back.

He had too many things on his mind and wanted to ask He Xiancheng.

In the middle of the night, Zhou Shang'an vaguely felt someone touching her face.

He opened his eyes and saw He Xiancheng.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and He Xiancheng looked tired, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at him, and when Zhou Shangan opened his eyes, He Xiancheng smiled slightly.Zhou Shang'an froze for a moment, his voice was hoarse, and he called out, brother..."

He Xiancheng laughed and said, "Did it bother you?"

Thinking it was a dream, Zhou Shangan quickly sat up and said no, no, brother, when did you come back? "

He Xiancheng's figure was hidden in the night, his brows and eyes were tired, and Zhou Shang'an suddenly remembered what Grandma Yang said in the afternoon.

He Xiancheng was locked in the room alone for a whole month.

An Xin suffered a pain last week.

He rushed towards He Xiancheng, hugged him tightly, and rubbed his face against He Xiancheng's neck, his voice was hoarse, and he said affectionately: "Brother..."

"Brother..." Zhou Shangan whispered in He Xiancheng's ear, as if he wanted to make up for the vacancy of these few days.

He Xiancheng hugged him, rubbed the back of his head gently, and said in a low voice: "I'm here." Zhou Shang'an said aggrievedly: "Brother, I really miss you..."