静物

The Art Department Museum at night is very gloomy.

Wu Tong regretted that after the oil painting class, he should pack up his things and leave. He was greedy for those three or four hours, and he didn't finish the painting. Instead, he frightened himself by himself.

Those plaster casts smiled at Wu Tong, she shuddered, turned up the volume of the earphones, and decided that since she stayed, she would end the painting before leaving.

"Finish."

After cleaning the painting utensils, it was already one o'clock in the middle of the night, and I ran back to the dormitory with strides, only to find that all my roommates were asleep, and no one could open the door for Wu Tong.

"No, key."

Wu Tong laughed a few times, remembering that Liu Yichen who had just lent her the key to him a few days ago, who lost his key, is doing well now, saving others will not save him.

Is it going to be like this until dawn?

Are you going back to the Art Museum?Wu Tong thought of a lifelike, bloody oil painting by Li Shiqing last week, and knew that it was absolutely impossible for him to go back to the Department Hall and spend the night with that thing.

"Ugh."

Even so, the Department Hall is probably the only choice I have at the moment.

"Wu Tong? Wu Tong?"

The voice was very familiar, Wu Tong turned his head, and saw Bo Sen was yelling at him, standing beside a group... a group of friends that Wu Tong would describe as "humei".

Those people watched Bo Sen leave the crowd, and they also looked at Wu Tong.

"You're still wandering outside so late, I didn't expect that you are also a person with a rich night life!"

Wu Tong tilted his head and thought for a while, "Really"?So who is it compared to?

"I was locked out of the dormitory."

"Hahaha!" Bo Sen laughed and waved his hand, saying goodbye to the crowd, then turned to look at Wu Tong's expression, "But you don't look very nervous!"

Wu Tong shrugged, not expressing his opinion.

In fact, she was in a panic, and she felt scared when she thought of the art department late at night.

"If you don't mind, my house is not too far away. Would you like to come here overnight?" Bo Sen said in a joking tone, Wu Tong wondered, what did she say without such a tone?

"Don't worry! I won't eat you, heh!"

After only a day of acquaintance, we went to spend the night at the other party's house. Isn't this a bit overloaded for Wu Tong?

Bo Sen brushed his hair, "Come on!"

Unexpectedly, Wu Tong nodded, and she realized that she really would not reject Bo Sen's smiling face.

Bo Sen's home is very messy, the space is not big, and in the most extreme range, it is full of things.

Wu Tong stepped into the door, subconsciously tiptoed, trying to step on the only remaining ground without stacks of objects.

"Heh, it's a good thing I just cleaned it up last week, otherwise I'd make you laugh."

Wu Tong was stunned for a few seconds, this is called tidying up?So how good can it be without sorting it out...?

"Hahaha!" Wu Tong hadn't reacted when Bo Sen burst out laughing, "Why do you even look surprised like this, with a blank face?"

Wu Tong shrugged, and carefully found a space on the sofa to put down his backpack.

"Okay, take a shower?"

Wu Tong looked around and gradually drew up some clues in the messy space. She didn't notice the sight and observation eyes behind her.

"Okay! I'll find my clothes for you. You can wear them after washing."

"Need not."

"Why not? You are not used to wearing other people's clothes?"

Wu Tong doesn't speak, it's not that she doesn't speak, it's just that she doesn't know how to speak, her strange habit: she only likes to wear clothes that make her comfortable.

When she was in elementary school, she picked up a pair of jeans that her sister didn't want, and she took them back to her room. From then on, she only fell in love with the half-tight, stiff texture, and even prepared a pair of jeans exclusively for sleeping in her pajamas.As for the tops, Wu Tong hated clothes with patterns on them very much. For some reason, looking down and seeing those patterns would always give her a headache, so her clothes were all plain, and most of the plain clothes were black.

My mother said, Wu Tong, she is a bit special, you just follow her!Then stop the rigid father's scolding just around the corner.In fact, Wu Tong didn't think he had done anything wrong, it was just a little strange, not dressed like other girls of the same age, but it was okay, at least it wouldn't be unsightly!

"I wear the original."

"Oh! Don't be polite to me!"

At Bo Sen's insistence, Wu Tong agreed to change into the brand new underwear she provided, that's all.

"Can you find the bathroom? Heh, this house is so small, you can see it casually!" Bo Sen said to himself, watching the silent Wu Tong enter the bathroom, she pursed her lips and smiled.

I've eaten all the chocolate, so why bother with its calories?

So, since everyone is here, why do you have to think about whether you should stay or not?

"annoying."

Wu Tong said to himself while taking a shower.

In fact, she could tell that Bo Sen was a good person. She could tell from the time they first started drawing the body sketches. Even though the timer rang, he would still accept the capricious request of his classmates to pose for an extra five or six minutes.

However, there is always something about this woman with perfect appearance and body that makes Wu Tong feel a little bit hard to see through.

Wu Tong was halfway through his clothes, when Bo Sen shouted outside the door.

"Going out."

After Wu Tong finished speaking, he just put on his clothes and opened the door to ask. The scene in front of him instantly made blood rush from his whole body to his forehead.

Bo Sen stood naked outside the door, his body hunched over to take a change of clothes made his lower body appear hidden, while his loose hair roughly covered his chest.

When she straightened up slowly, the originally concealed and sexy body was gradually revealed in front of her eyes. For some reason, she knew that any slight discomfort would appear abrupt and embarrassing.Wu Tong tried her best to resist the urge to look away, but her eyes began to be at a loss as to where to look. She didn't want to look directly at the carcass, let alone meet Bo Sen's eyes, so she panicked.

She was obviously the model who sketched generously in the morning, but the nudity at this time actually made her so ashamed.

"I, uh, do the laundry for you."

After Wu Tong finished speaking, he calmly squeezed past her and left the bathroom quickly.

Back in the small and messy living room, Wu Tong touched his cheek and found that it was as hot as a boiling pot.

"This woman..."

Are you too used to being alone at home?Even the distance from the room to the bathroom is reluctant to wear clothes?

"That's great! You've started to treat yourself as your own home."

Wu Tong, who was drying his hair, raised his head vigilantly, and he was relieved to see Bo Sen, who had finished a shower, wearing a loose T-shirt and cotton shorts.

"Well, I found a hair dryer."

"Xiaotong..." Wu Tong frowned as soon as Bo Sen said, "Why? Can't you call me that?"

"cannot."

"Oh, all right!" Bo Sen smiled jokingly, and didn't take it seriously. He jumped on the sofa with his thin legs and watched Wu Tong blow his hair with great interest.

"What are you doing?"

"Your hair looks good with it down! Heh, why do you always use shark clips?"

Wu Tong shrugged. There are many reasons that cannot be explained.In fact, she just doesn't like disheveled hair, and the shark clip is just a convenient way.

"Hey! Did you find the hair dryer and help me tidy up the house?" Bo Sen chuckled and looked around, and found that the space on the sofa had become larger and things had been tidied up.

"Well, sleep there tonight."

"Heh, I feel ashamed to say that I want to sleep with you in this little space!"

"Um?"

"He who is here is a guest! If you want to sleep, I will sleep on the sofa! You can sleep on my bed!"

Wu Tong looked around. At first, he only thought that it would be fine to curl up for one night. Anyway, sleeping here is better than the darkness and gloomyness of the art museum... But Wu Tong dared not make such a request for Bo Sen to sacrifice like this.

Eventually, somehow, the two end up sharing the same bed.

"Blow dry your hair."

"I don't want to, it's such a hassle to blow-dry my hair!" Boysen frowned, his deeply contoured features squeezed into a cute expression.

Her hair is voluminous and beautiful, and it takes a lot of time to dry it, which Wu Tong can empathize with.So Wu Tong picked up the towel that he had just used, and stepped forward to help Bo Sen dry the water droplets on his hair. As she moved, she saw a faint smile on Bo Sen's mouth.

"Tong, your own hair is still wet!"

"Half dry."

Bo Sen stretched out his hand, trying to reach the hair tip of Wu Tong who was standing. That movement reminded Wu Tong of how he always wanted to pick stars when he was a child.

Bo Sen still raised his hand in the air, but his attention was focused on Wu Tong's face.

"Oh, it turns out that you can laugh too."

Wu Tong fell asleep on his side, and was awakened by Bo Sen's restless voice at night, perhaps because his vision was weakened, and other senses became more sensitive. Wu Tong was constantly stimulated by the light fragrance emanating from Bo Sen's body, and woke up by the sound of her flipping , but it was not until there was an unnatural silence that Wu Tong really thought about checking.

Turning his head sleepily, Bo Sen was facing away from him, nothing unusual.

I think I'm asleep?

Listen carefully, you can hear the woman's thin and faint breathing, soft but rapid.

Late at night, Wu Tong felt so tired, squinting his eyes and scolding himself for being bored, and when he was about to turn over and go back to sleep, a sudden realization made Wu Tong a little awake.

Use a few auxiliary lines to outline the rest of the blocked parts of Bosen, especially the arms and palms. Wu Tong can feel that the placement is a bit unnatural...

No, Wu Tong couldn't finish drawing the rest of the picture, he closed his eyes tightly, but couldn't fall asleep anymore.

Bo Sen's panting became louder, there was no need to look at it, Wu Tong had already fully understood the situation.

His face was hot again.

"Sleep... go to sleep..."

Wu Tong said silently in his heart.