rhino in love

It was already dusk when Wu Xi went out with his painting tools on his back.

He went to bed at 04:30 in the morning. When he woke up, his mind was not clear. He stood in front of the painting that he had polished for more than half a month and stood in a daze for 5 minutes. In the end, it was unpleasant to look at it. Eyes are not eyes and noses, not noses. Impulsively tore it up.

The roommates in the dormitory were taken aback. In the morning, a few of them gathered around and commented, saying that Wu Xi must be the number one professional this time.Now looking at the scattered debris on the ground, no one dared to say anything for a long time.

Wu Xi is actually very talkative on weekdays, but this attitude is not so easy-going as it is casual.He often stays up late, and when he is in a bad mood, his temper is also erratic, but it's just that he doesn't take things to heart. At such times, no one is willing to make trouble for him.

In the end, there was a guy named Lei Zi who had a good relationship with everyone on weekdays, and he tried to persuade him: "This homework is going to be included in the exhibition, and it will be due in two weeks, so you... almost got it. "

Having said that, they all knew in their hearts that for Wu Xi, there was no such thing as "almost".

Everyone in the department knows that Wu Xi is a little different from them.

There are rumors in the school that when Wu Xi entered the school, it was Professor Yu who made the decision himself, saying that this child was "not a thing in the pool".

This type of person is the envy of art students.In this line of work, if you don't have any talent, you can't get along at all, but the terrible thing is that some people seem to be born with luck. When you are doing your best, they can play with you with their eyes closed.

Wu Xi pulled up the hood of her sweater, and wandered aimlessly in the park with her hands in her pockets. After a while, she felt a little out of breath, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on her back.

He had a bad heart attack, and his body was not immune to it. These days, the sequelae of day and night and irregular meals made him feel a little uncomfortable.

In a small park, elderly couples support each other and walk a hundred steps after dinner; a few kids are clamoring around the hawker to buy cotton candy; boys and girls in school uniform pretend to be old, and hook their hands secretly in the shadows …

No.

Neither was what he was looking for.

Wu Xi stroked his hair impatiently.

He has been studying painting for many years. He came up smoothly with awards from a young age. He is considered a talented player. He thinks he is not the type of Van Gogh who can be satisfied with drinking dew. The ambition of a young man is vividly reflected in him.

He wants something special.

Just relying on delicate brushstrokes and precise descriptions, if you don't really get a taste, you will be like this for a lifetime, and you will be completely forgotten in the end.

He kicked the small stones on the ground, avoiding the afterglow of the setting sun, and walked around to the trail in the park, but he didn't expect to be lucky like this.

According to relevant surveys, the proportion of people with outstanding looks in the crowd is 13.84%.And when Wu Xi used his aesthetics as a criterion to review the faces that God's big hand has gently caressed, this man is undoubtedly 13.84% of the 1.384%.

The tip of the pyramid was embracing another man, subtly hiding his figure behind a big tree, and kissing eagerly under the cover of the branches.

Wu Xi raised her eyebrows in surprise, but the movements under her hands didn't stop.He quickly took out a pair of plain glasses from his pocket and put them on the bridge of his nose, fixed the easel, picked up the paintbrush and began to draw lines.

A beam of color-free Aztec gold brushed across the man's forehead, the light flooded the eyebrows and eyes of the two, and the focus of the picture fell on the man's ups and downs profile lines and tangled four-petal lips superior.His nose bridge is very high, but it is different from the slightly humped curve of ordinary Asian men. His line is straight, like a sharp knife or a taut string, with a sharp tip and a strong personal color.

pretty.Wu Xi couldn't help sighing in his heart, feeling rare.

The two protagonists in the picture maintain a side-to-side posture and kiss endlessly, doing Wu Xi a big favor.The one who had been illuminated stood in front of him, just showing his one-thousandth probability of perfection in all directions. After the light and shadow dissipated, it was not surprising to see the deep outline of his eyes.

The man's ups and downs Adam's apple, the hand caressing the other's slender neck with slight veins, the muscular lines faintly visible under the black T-shirt, the straight and slender legs wrapped in jeans, and the buttocks.All these constitute a strong and mature male hormone aura, encircling the whole body three feet.

Wu Xi even felt that his heart was speeding up and beating involuntarily, showing the throbbing that should exceed the line of politeness when facing a low-probability perfection.

thumping.thumping.thumping.

"Hmm...what's the matter...?" Qi Guanben nestled softly in Huang Liang's arms, sucking his lips, trying to hook him forward with his tongue, his lower body was vague rubbed against his thigh.

Maybe it was because Huang Liang was in the right mood today, or maybe after so many days he finally became interested, and things unexpectedly went smoothly.

At this moment, Qi Guan smelled the vague smell around him and was almost drunk. He wished he could do it here, but unexpectedly the man stopped.

"There is someone." Huang Liang slightly pushed the person in his arms away, a gesture of refusal bluntly stopped him from continuing to fuck, and raised his eyes keenly to look where the eyes came from.

The voyeur just raised his eyes and looked over, wearing glasses and couldn't see clearly. The paintbrush in his hand and the focus on his face that hadn't been removed made this scene look a little ridiculous.

"I'll go and have a look, you stay here."

Huang Liang put down these words, raised his legs and wanted to walk towards the child not far away, but was held back by Qi Guan.

Qi Guan is actually a beautiful and delicate man.

A pair of peach blossom eyes were extremely charming, and the eyes were dripping with water at the moment, deliberately mixed with some real and fake sex, the palm of the hand climbed on the strong forearm of the person in front of him, lowered his voice and murmured: "Don't worry about it, eh? Let's go back to the 'Miocene'..." As he spoke weakly and bonelessly, he tried to snuggle into the man's arms again...

Huang Liang didn't say a word, just looked at the person in front of him like that, with a half-smile on his face, he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

He is a well-known smiling tiger, he doesn't say a word of cruelty when he sees the light, and there is room for change in everything. Everyone feels that he is a bit thin-faced when he is here. How difficult to deal with.

Seeing him like this, Qi Guan had no choice but to let go, and watched Huang Liang rush to the painter not far away, and let out a breath of indignation.

Wu Xi has already outlined the outline of the picture smoothly, and the stimulation in his mind is too vivid, and now he can replay that scene even with his eyes closed, so he relaxes a little.But the next moment he raised his head, he found that the low-probability perfect was walking towards him with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, and he was quite incompatible with this park.

He had an intuition that this man was difficult to deal with, so it was better to go for it at this moment, and immediately packed up his things in an assembly line.

But it was too late.

Huang Liang stood a few steps away with one hand in his pocket, keeping a little distance, lowered his head and looked at the child in front of him from top to bottom.

The black and soft hair tips of the person in front of him covered a little of the eyes, without the cover of the plain glasses, the beautiful eyelashes can be seen at a glance, and I have to admit that those eyes are damn beautiful.When the young man raised his eyelids and looked over, his heart skipped a beat very slightly, and Huang Liang felt that the anger in his heart that was prying into his privacy was silently captured by the truly "delicate and beautiful" picture in front of him. face doused.

"Child, what are you doing?" Huang Liang noticed that his complexion was fairer than that of ordinary people.

Like fragile china.he thinks.

And Wu Xi's heartbeat was abnormally fast at the moment.

He didn't know why he was so nervous, and he really wanted to stop and take a few deep breaths. The gradually disordered heartbeat made his chest tight and uncomfortable.But he didn't stop packing the painting tools under his hands: "I'm sketching in the park, I'm sorry to disturb you, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

Huang Liang, a man who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, stood there straight and didn't move away. In fact, his eyes couldn't help but feel that he was being drawn by the neatly packing hands of the young man in front of him.

Nice hands, too, he thought.

Just as Wu Xi was about to put away the unfinished painting, unexpectedly the man who had been keeping calm all this time took a step in front of him, reached out and took his painting easily.

"What are you doing?" The boy's voice was a little cold, and he couldn't tell his age.

"What are you doing?" Huang Liang saw the lines outlined on the screen, and he could vaguely see what he had done just now, but he didn't feel too displeased, and instead could spare some time to understand Let’s take a look at the children’s painters, and feel the exquisite composition and color selection, “Peeping other people’s privacy, is this what the school taught you?”

Actually there is no difference.Wu Xi said to himself in his heart.

His sensitivity to paintings is almost unforgettable. Although such a sketch is unmatched by the first draft, it is not an important thing to Wu Xi.And the man in front of him, although his beauty was magnified by forty times when he got close, the sharpness of his eyebrows and eyes also pierced through the appearance softened by the distance.

It can be seen from a distance but not played with.

But Wu Xi felt the urge to die today, and he heard himself pretending to say: "The teacher taught us that we must have the consciousness of dedicating ourselves to art."

Huang Liang was almost amused, and didn't know what to say for a while, looking at the attractive appearance of the child in front of him, he thought a little bit, but was immediately rejected by himself.Didn't get a head to fall into a crime.Thinking about it like this, I immediately felt a bit disappointing, thinking that I would just pack up the paintings together, there is no need to embarrass a child.

It's just that he was about to say a few words to this little lost lamb who persuaded people to "dedicate his life to art", but he turned his head and saw the words "XX Academy of Fine Arts" printed on the black sketch bag on the ground.

adult.

Huang Liang has always believed in carpe gratification in time, so he naturally knows that he has become interested in the child in front of him for a long time, probably because he is indeed a strange color that is rarely seen in daily life.

He used to silently calculate gains and losses in his heart, but in the end he let go of his hands for the first time, bent down, his eyes were level with the eyes of the person in front of him, and he was surprised to find that there was a tiny tear mole at the end of each child's eyes.

"Huang Liang, Mu Jingliang, how about this, I'll treat you to a glass of wine, let's make friends, how about it?"

The author has something to say:

This is the first time I write an article, I don’t know how many people will see it in a few days, I would like to mention here, the article is from a friend, it’s a boring work during summer vacation, just watch it and play~

The data in the article is fabricated, 384 is just my natal Mr., please don’t pay too much attention to boots~