my zepple

Another night of blizzards.

Song Rou is used to getting up early, after washing, she consciously went into the kitchen when Tong Yu woke up.

The egg liquid mixed with eggs and milk is spread into the frying pan, and then the crab sticks scraped into fine shreds are poured into it.

When Tong Yu rubbed his eyes and went downstairs, two breakfasts were already set on the dining table.

Steaming crab stick eggs, toast slices that are golden on both sides, a bowl of millennium fruit washed in hot water and placed in the center, and warm Shuhua milk.

Tong Yu's complexion is not good.

He woke up many times last night. He opened his eyes to see if the snow outside the window had stopped. Unexpectedly, the snow was getting bigger and bigger. In the middle of the night, he followed the street lights outside, and he could only see a vast expanse of whiteness, and the windows were covered with snow. it took.

Later, he lay back on the bed in despair, and no matter how much he fell asleep, he always felt that his quilt was leaking air, and he couldn't lie comfortably after tossing and turning.

Song Rou, who was sitting across from her, seemed to be in good condition at the moment.Her long hair was tied up high, her face was white and her lips were red, and her eyes were like torches.

He was wearing a dark gray sweater today, with a round neck pullover and a circle of fluffy and beautiful velvet cuffs. He looked very lazy.

The mysterious metal necklace was still silently inserted into the collar.

Tong Yu swallowed a Millennium Fruit with a grim face, and didn't ask Song Rou about the time to go down the mountain.

Forget it, it's fine, he comforted himself.If he's the only one here, he can only chew toast at the moment.

Now at least there is one more person who can cook.

After breakfast, Tong Yu went back to his room to catch up on sleep.If he can't sleep well, he can't do anything. Anyway, Song Rou won't be able to leave for a while, so he might as well go back to the nest and sleep comfortably.

This sleep lasted until eleven o'clock at noon.

When I went downstairs again, one person and one dog were sleeping soundly on the sofa, and the fire in the real fire fireplace was also burning vigorously.

The living room was peaceful, but the snow was still falling outside the window.

Song Rou was lying on her side, her whole body sunk deep in the sofa, her ponytail had been loosened, and her long hair was scattered in a mess.

In his arms, he was still hugging a poop-yellow fur ball that was snoring loudly.

A half-drawn sketch was placed on the wooden table, with scribbled lines, but it could be seen that the drawing was of Miao Miao who was dozing off.

Tong Yu's workbench was set by the window of the living room by himself.Because other rooms do not have high skylights, the lighting is not stable enough, which is not conducive to painting.

He walked softly to the workbench, and reached out to feel the stapled canvas, whose primer was now completely dry.

The base material on this batch of canvases is not enough, only one or two coats of that kind of thin coating, and I have to touch it up by myself.Yesterday afternoon, Tong Yu polished the canvas with sandpaper, and then carefully applied a layer of primer.

Cobalt blue, titanium white, ivory black, phthalo green, medium cadmium yellow...

He adjusted the color with a scraper on the palette, and then pinned the reference photo to the upper left of the drawing board, and then started to lay the color block with a short flat brush.

This work is actually not difficult, the color block does not need to go into details, just paint roughly correct mid-tones in various places on the canvas.

So Tong Yu was distracted while painting at the moment, he thought, it seems that he really hasn't seen Song Rou painting for a long time.

When he was still in the studio of No. [-] Middle School in City C, the old man often asked two students to sketch each other face to face. At that time, he and Song Rou were always grouped together.

Tong Yu actually hated this link in his heart, he really hated being watched by others, his ugly and greasy body was observed for a long time, and then turned into some abstract and not beautiful lines drawn by others.

It pained him.

So when he and Song Rou were holding sketchbooks and drawing each other face to face, his mood was always restless and depressed.

Song Rou in Tong Yu's works is always slender and tall as always.At that time, Song Rou never seemed to be willing to draw sketches properly.

He pretended to follow the children's paintings, sometimes he drew a seal with a flower ball on his head, and sometimes a chipmunk holding a walnut.

After being severely reprimanded by the old man, he changed to drawing animation characters and game characters, the Mad Hatter, Alice, and Ezreal and the Jewel Knight.

It usually doesn't take long to lay out the color blocks, but it still took nearly an hour since Tong Yu was distracted frequently today.

He took a few steps back and looked at it carefully, planning the next steps in his mind, all of which had to wait for the layer of paint to dry.

But that's work for the afternoon and tomorrow.

Song Rou had woken up for a while, she didn't move when she woke up, she saw Tong Yu was drawing, she just lay on the sofa and changed her position to watch him draw.

The man was wearing a thick sweater and light blue loose jeans when he was painting.When she sat down, her trousers were pulled up, revealing strangely colored stockings.

Song Rou thought, this is probably another unpopular peripheral of some cartoon.And Tong Yu loves unpopular surroundings.

Anyway, it's cute.Tong Yu is always so weird and cute.

Seeing that he finished painting, Song Rou slowly came to him.

"Did you use acrylic?"

"Huh?" Tong Yu was at a loss after hearing this, and could only reply dully: "Yes. Acrylic. Is there any question?"

Song Rou combed her long hair lazily, and said vaguely: "It's nothing. I just heard from the media that you don't use mixed techniques very much."

"However," Song Rou gritted her rubber band and smiled again, "They also said that you are of Chinese-Italian mixed race, Italian-Chinese."

After speaking, he stopped to observe Tong Yu's expression silently.

And Tong Yu just curled his lips, buried his head and didn't want to answer, but still muttered: "There is nothing true."

He put the paintbrush in the slot and started to pack up the painting materials. "I prefer to use traditional painting materials, but it takes at least a few days to dry the picture directly with oil paint."

And if you just use acrylic paint for coloring, it only takes about an afternoon to dry.This painting is not intended to be used by Tong Yu for commercial use, but for casual drawing.

He paused, but decided to make a long story short to Song Rou. "I don't want to wait."

Song Rou slowly tied her hair with a rubber band, and took a closer look at Tong Yu's workbench.

The reference picture pinned on the drawing board is a tall locust tree, which looks familiar.

His eyes flickered, and he hesitated to speak: "This photo..."

"The photo is mine, I took it myself!"

Song Rou was hastily interrupted by Tong Yu just as she got up.The reference photo is a sensitive word, Tong Yu became anxious when he heard it, and his tone became a bit fierce.

But this time it was obviously a fucking bad thing again.

Those memories that were deliberately not mentioned were originally like dried and curled fungus, and they were pulled and thrown into the hot water at this time.

They crazily suck the water and expand rapidly, one by one until the water surface cannot be seen clearly.

Then he showed his smooth and plump limbs in front of the two of them and said——

Ha ha ha grass your mother?see?You can't ignore me now, can you?

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some people. .I made a mistake in the operation. I originally wanted to save the draft and the result was sent directly. .

Huh, huh, it’s almost time to update anyway, so I’m asking for a starfish (???︿???)