lost lights

Yanqi painted pictures until late at night, and didn't take a hasty wash until three o'clock in the morning, then threw himself on the bed and fell asleep.

When he was drowsy, he smelled the aroma of porridge with preserved egg and lean meat, and then someone helped him up, his eyes barely opened a gap, a spoonful of porridge was right in front of his mouth, and he opened his mouth to swallow automatically. The next spoonful came to his mouth again, Yanqi simply closed his eyes, drank full in the same position, and then fell asleep comfortably.

After feeding the porridge, Bai Yin stared blankly at the sleeping Yanqi, pulled the thin blanket that had slipped halfway down with one hand, then turned around and went downstairs, washed the bowls and spoons in the dishwasher and put them back in place .

He was just trying to repay Hanamaki's favor.

It was past twelve o'clock when Yanqi woke up. After washing up, he went directly to the studio. After drinking a cup of fresh milk, he was almost full. I don't know why he didn't eat anything last night, but he is not hungry now. Is it a dream come true?He dreamed yesterday that he was pregnant with a beauty, and that beauty was still feeding him.

Thinking jokingly, Yan Qi quickly forgot about it, probably because his stomach got used to it.

Continuing to pick up the brush and draw the sketch, Yan Qi scanned the first draft and sent it to the client in the evening, and then started to draw another plan after having something to eat. Generally, this kind of design must draw a few spare ones, just in case If the customer doesn't like the first one, you can still come up with other ones for him to compare, but this time the customer is more urgent, so Yanqi draws up one and sends it over.

When the second scheme was drawn one-third of the way, Yanqi's QQ rang, and the other party returned the first draft of Yanqi, but there were many red circles and requirements on it, and finally the other party said that they would email me later I asked for a picture, and asked to engrave the pattern in the picture on several places of the dressing cabinet, probably on the legs of the cabinet, the edge of the cabinet, and the shelf for the dressing mirror.

Yanqi read the parts that need to be changed, marked the first draft, and then opened the mailbox to wait for the mail.

The email was sent soon, but he froze after opening it.

He is very familiar with that picture, it is a few very complicated patterns, the patterns he used in his last mission.

Yanqi's last task was to design a retro bronze dressing mirror. The client was very patient and took the trouble to tell Yanqi what needed to be changed and his own ideas. From the first draft to the final draft, it was changed no less than a hundred times.

In the end, the bronze mirror made with 3D modeling software has such a pattern on the handle below and the surrounding mirror frame. Yanqi felt very fulfilled the moment it was finished.

Seeing this pattern again this time, Yan Qi felt a little strange. This pattern is not common. He thought he created it at the request of a client. Now it seems that the previous client saw this pattern somewhere, and then According to the requirements of this pattern.

Yan Qi was a little bit depressed, he sketched a few strokes on the paper, and soon lost the mood to draw. The mood of the designer is also very important when designing.

He simply dropped his pen, got up and went downstairs.

The pencil rolled a few times on the manuscript paper, shook on the embryonic pattern, and finally stabilized the body. The long shadow covered most of the pattern under the light, looking like a beautiful ghost.

Yan Qi rummaged through the refrigerator. I don't know if he remembered the ingredients that were left over from before. He always felt that the meat was a little smaller and the eggs were missing a few.

It can't be that Bai Yin ate it secretly, imagined Bai Yin cooking with an apron, Yan Qi shook his head and laughed at himself thinking too much, boiled it, and cut the remaining meat and dried beans into cubes Stir-fried with edamame and eggs in a sweet sauce, then combine the two to complete Jajangmyeon.

When he came out with the noodles, Bai Yin was already sitting on his seat. After Yanqi mixed the noodles, he looked up at Bai Yin again, remembering that he couldn't eat, so he took a set of bowls and chopsticks to share his noodles He took some and put them in front of Bai Yin.

"I'll make you a portion when I cook in the future. You should be fine if you eat it, right?"

"Thank you." Nodding, Bai Yin did not reject Yanqi's kindness, picked up his chopsticks to thank him, and then began to eat gracefully.

Yan Qi smiled, and suddenly felt a lot better in a depressed mood, quickly finished the noodles, waited for Bai Yin to finish eating, and cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks together.

Bai Yin waited in the dining room for Yanqi to finish packing up, and the two went upstairs together.

Yan Qi returned to the studio and was about to close the door when he found that Bai Yin, who was supposed to have returned to his room, followed him into the room.

"Look at it as you like." Yan Qi made a gesture of invitation, and then sat down to draw a picture. He knew that Bai Yin would not disturb him.

Bai Yin looked around Yanqi's studio carefully and saw a lot of finished manuscripts on the table in the middle. He walked over silently and flipped through Yanqi's previous works one by one. He moved slightly when he saw a picture.

He looked back at Yanqi who was drawing, put down the painting in his hand, and walked behind him quietly. When he saw the unfinished pattern in his pen, the tail of his slender eyebrows moved slightly.

After initially drawing the patterns of the four cabinet legs, Yan Qi looked up at Bai Yin, and asked with some complacency, "How is it, isn't it a good drawing?"

The meal time seems to have brought the distance between the two closer. Yanqi is not as reserved as before. It may also be because Bai Yin is too quiet, gradually giving people a quiet and harmless feeling.

Bai Yin looked at Yan Qi with his head up, almond eyes shining, like a kitten begging to be petted and praised, he reached out and rubbed his head, and said in a low voice, "It's very pretty."

Yan Qi was stunned for a moment, and stiffly lowered his head to draw the sketch. He was a big man whose head was touched, and what's the matter with such a tolerant and petty tone!

Looking at the pink ears exposed by the soft hair, the corners of Bai Yin's lips were slightly raised, which seemed very interesting.

But Yanqi quickly ignored this little episode, humming an unknown melody, and kept drawing smooth patterns with his hands.

Bai Yin stood aside, just like eating with him before, quiet and comfortable.

At nearly ten o'clock in the evening, Bai Yin, who had been lowering his sense of existence, suddenly said, "Someone is ringing the doorbell."

"Who else will come so late." Yanqi, who was immersed in the calculation of various sizes, suddenly walked out of a large pile of data. After listening carefully, there was indeed a bell, so he went downstairs while talking.

From the cat's eyes, it was Zhang Wenren and Chu Xiao, the policemen who had been here before, but the condition of these two people seemed to be not very good. Zhang Wenren supported Chu Xiao in a panic, with dark red blood on his body.

Can I pretend that I didn't hear or see, and turned back upstairs to the studio to continue drawing, but thinking that Aunt Zhang will see two corpses at the door tomorrow, Yan Qi opened the door with a frown, "What are you two doing?" gone?"

Zhang Wenren looked back, and hurriedly carried Chu Xiao into Yanqi's house, and fell down at the entrance from exhaustion as soon as he entered.

Yan Qi looked out the door in confusion, but there was nothing there, shrugged his shoulders and closed the door, and calmly bypassed the fallen two into the kitchen and poured two glasses of warm water. When he came out, Zhang Wenren had already brought Chu Xiao Lying on the floor of the living room, Bai Yin sat on the sofa with a calm expression.

The author has something to say: Well, as everyone wishes, the white quotation is the attack" "~

Yanqi, you are really not dreaming!

Bai Yin, you are a healer!