[Black Basket] On the Coexistence of Secondary and Metamorphosis

"What, Akashi, you agree to be my model?" Xia Chuan waved his arms uncontrollably like a child.

It is completely unexpected that such a person can paint such a quiet painting.Akashi nodded, but felt some indescribable helplessness and indelible loss in his heart.

"Then how about going to my house on Friday afternoon? My house is not far from here, and it takes only 10 minutes to walk there." Xia Chuan looked at Akashi with sparkling green eyes.

"Well, can I do it after my work is over on Friday afternoon?"

"no problem!"

Akashi just wanted to confirm one thing, that is whether Xia Chuanhe was the author of that painting, maybe seeing his painting with his own eyes would be more convincing.

Although he already had the answer in his heart, he just couldn't believe it. That's why Akashi made such a decision. They are all men anyway, and it doesn't hurt to be a model just once.

Since Xia Chuan gave him the painting last time, almost everyone in the school knew that Akashi Seijuro was murdered by the crazy artist Xia Chuanzuru. Akashi knew that he was very angry, but he was more curious about the painting than he was. After all, it is the soul mate who accompanies him. Only when he looks at that painting can Akashi feel that his soul is breathing freely.

Akashi deliberately observed Xia Chuan, should he say whether this person is casual or reckless, skipping classes many times and even disappearing for many days in a row, and then reappeared as if nothing had happened, saying that he was going to sketch, and moved many weird things to painting Classroom research in the department, in order to come up with a favorite paint to make the painting department smell like a morgue.

All kinds of deeds made the people in the painting department love and hate him. On the one hand, his works made them intoxicated, but his behavior made them dumbfounded.

However, Akashi discovered that Xia Chuan's treatment of models is not as he thought, as long as they are beauties, they will strip off their paintings. Many people in the first grade who are famous for their beauty have not been poisoned by Xia Chuan. She was the only model Xia Chuan found in Diguang.

Soon it was Friday, and Akashi, who was still doing club work, found that Xia Chuan was already waiting for him at the entrance of the basketball hall. It was hard to ignore that kind of strong gaze. At this time, Xia Chuan was not as active as usual, just sitting quietly Watching Akashi training from the floor by the door.

After finishing his job, Akashi, who had bathed, walked to Xia Chuan's side.

"Awaited."

"Akashi is really good, he plays basketball really well!" Seeing Akashi approaching, Xia Chuan immediately jumped up and said to Akashi excitedly.

"Thank you for the compliment, there are many people who are better than me." Akashi found that Xia Chuan was not as tall as he imagined, and was vaguely shorter than himself by one centimeter.

The two were walking on the way to Xia Chuan's house. It was autumn, the leaves were colorful, and the warm-colored streets were blowing with cool breeze.

"It's so dazzling, no matter how you look at it, Akashi is too beautiful."

It doesn't seem like a happy thing for a man to be praised.

"Senior Xia Chuan's paintings are talented and have a special attraction."

"Hey, I'm an artist." Xia Chuan gave Akashi a bright smile.

"Did Senior Xia Chuan draw a picture of a child fluttering a butterfly before?"

"Huh? Figure painting, it seems that I have painted it, but I sold it. The journey of pursuing art is always full of hardships, especially in a foreign country."

Sure enough, it was him. Judging from the information obtained, the time when he ran away from home basically coincided with the time of the art exhibition, but Xiao Liu was able to run away from home alone, which is really amazing.Akashi thought.

"Why did the senior run away from home?"

"You don't have to call me senior all the time, you can just call me Crane. Of course, it is to pursue the pinnacle of art. If you are only in the same place, how can you draw the most beautiful paintings? I met so many artists along the way, There are a lot of gains, and it is indeed the right choice to run away from home. Here, this is my home." Xia Chuan pointed to the house by the road and said to Akashi.

There is a huge tree next to the house, which casts a shadow.The simple two-storey house does not seem to have any special place from the outside.

"Come in quickly, I have prepared everything I need yesterday." Xia Chuan took out the key and opened the door, Akashi was stunned for a moment when he saw the inside of the room.

There is almost no place in the house that is blank. The walls are covered with various paintings, including abstract paintings and oil paintings. They are pasted crookedly, without regularity or arrangement, but there is no overlap between the paintings, but they are so densely packed. Posted so poorly that it is almost impossible to see the original color of the walls.

The furniture is pitifully scarce, and it seems that there are not many pairs of slippers. In the living room, there are only tea tables and sofas, no TV, and many statue models.There were scattered paintbrushes here and there, and something that looked like paint, but in a very wrong color.

"The room is dirty, I'm really sorry, but I can guarantee that the studio is absolutely clean!" Xia Chuan smiled sheepishly.

Is this really a place where an artist lives... Akashi thought of the homes of artists he knew, each of which has been exquisitely decorated, and the furniture is neatly arranged without losing the aesthetic feeling. Xia Chuan's home looks simply It's the same as being painted by debt collectors after being patronized by thieves.

As Xia Chuan came to the studio, Akashi felt that it was not because Xia Chuan was not an artist, but because of his own problems.

The studio is as clean as it has just been renovated, with snow-white walls, and even the floor is completely white, spotless, a light-transmitting window lets sunlight into the room, the easel is in the middle, and the paper is placed on it, but the paintbrush is not visible and paint.

"What would Akashi want to drink?" After bringing Akashi to the studio, Xia Chuan asked Akashi to sit on the only step under the window, which seemed to be reserved for people.

"Clear water will do."

"Why don't I make you a cup of tea, but don't expect me to be very good at making tea." Seeing Akashi nodding, Xia Chuan smiled and went into the kitchen.

Akashi always feels that Xia Chuan's lifestyle is very novel, and he paints everywhere as he likes, as if there is nothing more attractive than painting.

Xia Chuan brought tea, along with paints and brushes, and put them on the ground in a mess.

"Do you want to take off your shirt?"

"Well, I just need to see most of the skin. If it's cold, I can put on this towel." Xia Chuan handed the large towel to Akashi.

"Please feel free to pose and so on. I can't always restore what I see when drawing characters."

In order to prevent Akashi from catching a cold, Xia Chuan moved the heater in and placed it next to Akashi. After everything was arranged, it became Akashi sitting by the window with a towel on his upper body and reading a book, while Xia Chuan waved his brush and painted quietly.

This person is only so quiet when he is painting.Although Akashi is being painted as a model, Xia Chuan in Akashi's eyes is like a delicate painting at this time, the sun is pouring in, and Xia Chuan is waving at the intersection of shadow and light with a concentrated expression that is almost reverent with paintbrush.

I don't know how much time has passed, but there is only tea left in the water cup beside Akashi, and most of the book in his hand has been turned over.

"It's done!" Xia Chuan stopped his movements and excitedly said to Akashi.

"Can I see it?"

"Of course! The painting is much faster this time, because I can keep looking at Akashi's painting, which is really smooth." Xia Chuan stepped back a few steps to make it easier for Akashi to look at the painting.

This time the painting still has two teenagers as the main body, and the background is the wall of the studio. The difference is that this time the characters are more detailed, and the use of light and shadow makes the whole painting much softer.

Akashi noticed some small differences. The distance between the two teenagers was obviously shortened, even reaching the level of shoulder to shoulder. The red-eyed boy seemed a little cautious, sitting on the steps with his knees together, while the golden-eyed boy was a little casual. Sitting upright, he put his hand on the red-eyed boy's shoulder.

"I'll give this painting to Akashi. The weather isn't too warm now, so let's put on clothes quickly."

"Don't you keep the paintings?"

"If it is a landscape painting, I will keep it, but the figure painting still has to belong to the person who is painted. It's been a long time since I met such a quiet person as Akashi. It feels great to be able to draw a person!"

"You said before that there is no way to paint according to the scene you see in front of you, so what happened to the painting of fluttering butterflies?"

"That, I drew my cat!"

At this moment, a snow-white cat crawled in through the window.

"The studio is Tuanzi's favorite place. I'm really surprised that he didn't take me with him in the studio today."

The cat called Danko looked Akashi up and down, then slowly walked to his feet and rubbed him affectionately.

"I knew Tuanzi would like you, its taste is the same as mine!" Xia Chuan didn't feel disappointed at all because his cat got close to others, instead he looked very happy.

"Is it something to be proud of having the same taste as your own cat?" Akashi knelt down and touched the dumpling at his feet, thinking in his heart.

"Why doesn't Crane draw a self-portrait? If you can't find a model, painting yourself is also a good choice."

"I've thought about it too, but in fact I can't see myself clearly."

"Can't see clearly?"

"Well, looking at myself is like seeing those noisy people, a mess." Xia Chuan shrugged, expressing helplessness.

"Wouldn't Tsuru feel confused just looking at me?" Akashi stood up, and Tuanzi silently went to a corner to take a nap.

"Well, that's why I said that Akashi is very quiet. The picture I saw was very clear."

"It's very late today, let me treat you to a meal as a thank you gift." Xia Chuan looked at his watch.

"No need, I am very happy to get the painting of the crane, let's wait for the next time to treat the guests."

Today Akashi's father came to see Akashi, and he might bring some woman who was his lover. Although he didn't really want to go back, there was no way.

"Then it's settled!"

The car sent to pick up Akashi arrived, Xia Chuan kept waving on the spot until the car disappeared from sight.

After returning home, Akashi handed over the painting to the housekeeper and asked him to hang it in his room, while he went to the living room to deal with his father who rarely saw him.

The mood does not seem to be as dull as imagined.Akashi thought so.

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