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Holding the cup in my hand, I sipped the lemon citron tea that Song Cheng made for me. It was hot and sweet, and flowed straight to my heart.

Lao Luo sat across from me and talked loudly, with a cigarette between his stubby fingers, so the air was lingering with the smell of smoke, which was a bit choking.I frowned imperceptibly, lowered my head to hide my dissatisfaction behind the cup, Song Cheng cleaned up the messy cups and plates on the table, and listened to him very seriously.However, he obviously has no interest in this old audience, and he would ask me "Do you understand" after a few words, and when he said this, the whites of his eyes turned up slightly, with a look of disdain, and then continued.

What he said were all bluffing art theories, which sounded like hype.He said that his main job is a photographer, but he originally studied oil painting—he has a lot of ideas, but now it’s hard to find a good model, and he only sees rough jade like Song Cheng—I click my tongue, Song Cheng is like that In his eyes, people who are difficult to restrain their brilliance are just jade in the rough, and the requirements are really high.

He speaks eloquently, and with his exaggerated tone, he really looks like an underappreciated great artist.Every time he asks "Do you understand?" he doesn't really want to ask me, but it's just to distinguish himself from the so-called mediocre public who don't appreciate it. I'm also happy to be a fool who doesn't understand anything.

"Jun Yan, you have a feeling on your body, understand, a rare feeling, to be precise, it is a broken beauty, just like the Venus of Milos, it is particularly charming because of the lack of something, understand? Now Many people are empty and lack this kind of temperament." He looked at me and gestured and said, taking a puff of cigarette proudly, "What do you do now?"

"Waiter," I said.

He took another puff of cigarette: "It's a pity. I don't have much experience. There are very few people who are born with this feeling. You can read books on art when you have time. Don't waste your feeling."

"Good good."

I nodded, and Song Cheng put a brand-new ashtray in front of him at this moment—Lao Luo also froze for a moment, and Song Cheng said in a good-tempered whisper: "Smoking less, Jun Yan doesn't like the smell of smoke."

Lao Luo was very face-saving, and immediately put out the cigarette, I smiled: "I'm fine, it's okay."

"It's okay, I will smoke less, so as not to get lung cancer before completing the great cause." An ambiguous smile appeared on Lao Luo's face, and he looked me up and down again, and I turned my eyes away from him.

He sat for a while and was about to leave, saying that he was inspired to go back to work, and asked Song Cheng for a large package of ready-made stewed beef.Before leaving, he shook hands with me at the entrance, and suddenly clasped my wrist tightly. I felt his rough fingertips, and he asked in a low voice: "Jun Yan, you are very special, do you have any idea of ​​being a model?"

He winked at me quickly: "I'll talk to you more next time."

I didn't answer, just at that moment Song Cheng came over to change the shoes: "I'll send you off."

"Don't give it away." He waved his hand, "Let's go."

"What did he tell you?" Song Cheng and I sat side by side on the sofa, he turned his head and asked me.

"I want me to be a model." I smiled casually, and I caught a glimpse of Song Cheng's perfect side profile and eyes with infinite warmth and tenderness, "It's strange, according to what he said, he's so picky, why? Can you fancy me?"

Song Cheng smiled slightly, and I realized that he had a very faint dimple: "Jun Yan is very good-looking."

I curled my lips, my face was a little hot for some reason: "Okay, stop, I know in my heart—does he usually talk so much when he takes pictures of you?"

"He just likes to brag, but he is actually very good." He said a little embarrassedly, "Lao Luo took a lot of photos for me and sold them for a lot of money. I'll take you there to have a look when I have time."

I nodded and looked at my watch. It was already late, so I stood up and reached for the coat on the sofa. I took it off and hung it on the back of the sofa when I felt too hot in the middle of my meal.I yawned: "It's a little late, I have to go."

Song Cheng usually bids farewell to me enthusiastically, but this time he didn't speak. I turned to look at him strangely. The warm yellow light in the living room fell on his face, and the overly long eyelashes cast a small shadow below.He lowered his eyes and looked a little bewildered.

"What's the matter?" He obviously wanted to say something, so I had to sit down again, "Is there anything you want to say?"

His mouth was tightly pursed, and the previous smile was gone.I felt that he was depressed, and suddenly became nervous, I reached out and touched his shoulder lightly: "Song Cheng? What's wrong with you? Is there any discomfort? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

He didn't speak for a long time, I almost immediately rushed to the mirror in a panic to check if there was anything showing me, but I also thought that after Song Cheng and I got acquainted, I gradually relaxed my disguise, and it was possible to show my feet everywhere.

What's more, I'm a bit crazy today, I came here without changing my clothes - during the few minutes of Song Cheng's silence, I went from being helpless to regretting, wishing that time would turn back and let me go back to four hours ago, even if City B was blocked I have to go back to find a set of plain clothes and change into a pot of porridge before coming back!

Song Cheng finally moved, he gently stroked my neck, I sat stiffly and didn't dare to move, I let his hand reach in from the collar of the shirt and touched my collarbone.

"What is this?" He was still taller than me when he was sitting, so he looked down at me, and his tone was so bitter that my heart softened.

I was also a little dazed, so I turned on the built-in camera of the phone and looked - there was a small red mark there, like a hickey mark - but I haven't had sex with anyone for a long time? !

"I don't know... maybe it was bitten by a bug?" As soon as I combined his previous attitude, I knew that he wanted to go elsewhere, and immediately held his face and said seriously, "Don't think wrongly, this is really not what you think , I probably got scratched by something. I swear to God that I will be absolutely clean, okay?"

...at least this time is clean.I added in my heart, even though I was going to have a date with Yang Chen yesterday, isn't this a failed date?

"I didn't think much about it." Song Cheng and I looked at each other for a few seconds, blushed and stammered, "I, I thought you were allergic."

"Yeah, I know." I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that I, Xu Junyan, walked through countless flowers, and if I missed a beautiful man because of something I hadn't done, I would have nowhere to cry.However, Song Cheng's obvious jealousy for this also shows that my strategy progress bar is rising all the way, so he approached him and said in a gentle voice: "Okay, don't think about it, I just went out because I wanted to see you."

Yang Chen came to find me by himself, and Andre was at my house, and Song Cheng was indeed the only one I met when I went out, so it's not a lie.

"I'll find you an ointment to take home and apply it." He stood up abruptly, and hurriedly opened the drawer to rummage through the cabinet.

Almost done.I think.