gorgeous

Also quietly waiting for her to respond, of course she cares about her own image rights, especially for a guy who is very annoying to speak eloquently, but at this moment she...

She saw Zhang Zimo with his head half down, who seemed to have that familiar and unforgettable smirk, hum.

"You keep it," she said, "otherwise, if I take it away, the exhibition will not be complete." She kicked the ball back again, which was defense, not counter-defense.She was still a little angry, although she didn't know where she got so angry.

Everyone applauded lightly, she wanted to take the opportunity to leave, but her friend chatted with Zhang Zimo, her eyes rolled like a slot machine.

"In that case, would Miss Chi want to have a drink together tonight?" Zhang Zimo suddenly said this while he was free. It was because he couldn't make an appointment with a friend, but Zhang Zimo took the opportunity to ask her out. The handle still rings the bell of a boxing match. "OK."

My old lady just wanted to go.

Recalling afterwards, Chi Hui really didn't know why he chose that way, he could only blame it on the damn thing of fate.

Summer Dream(2)

Chi Hui remembered that he didn't intend to drink too much at the beginning, why did he not refuse anyone who came at this time?She believed that she had already given up the alcohol addiction of the year.If she was sensible, she would definitely not tell Zhang Zimo such a thing, but she did, and she suspected that her mouth was not obedient. "Alcoholism? You don't count!" Zhang Zimo obviously drank too much, "It's not a catty of liquor a day, what kind of alcoholism is it. Everyone needs to let go of themselves at some point, and can't remember anything to be happy. It takes a lot of effort to stay sober, Come, drink!" Zhang Zimo raised his glass again, and Chi Hui clinked with her happily.

If Zhang Zimo hadn't taken the initiative to drink himself, Chi Hui would never have let go to drink with her—or was it because he needed to relax?She drank the gold rum in the bottom of the glass again.Zhang Zimo also finished his drink, and beckoned to the bartender to continue adding more.

"Do you think I'm really annoying?" Zhang Zimo covered his forehead with his right hand, tilted his head to the right as a support, and looked at Chi Hui, "You have a cheap mouth?" Chi Hui propped his chin with the heel of his left hand, like two people drinking Many people's heads are heavy, "Yes. Don't you hate people who have never met you before and insist on arguing? It's so annoying." "Just because I took your photo without your consent?" "Yes," Chi Hui felt that his brain was not able to think normally, "Yes." Even if it wasn't.

"Then you still come out to drink with me?" Zhang Zimo got excited again.Chi Hui continued to look at her with drunkenness - also with drunkenness - it was also pretty, not so hateful. "Yo? If you want to say that, I'll leave right now." As he spoke, he turned around immediately, and Zhang Zimo immediately reached out and grabbed her wrist. She was wearing butterfly sleeves, her skin was slightly cool, but her hands were warm. "Don't look down on me, and don't look down on this bar, sometimes you can see celebrities." "Who?" Chi Hui's tone is as if she is a big sister in the entertainment industry, no one looks down on her, "Lin Zhao , will come here occasionally. With her girlfriend. But not the old one."

"It turns out that you are still a gossip machine, as expected." She sat back anyway, but she folded her arms and put her elbows on the bar.Zhang Zimo just laughed when he heard the words, "Why, can't I gossip? Do you think I'm very vulgar?"

The little devil in Chi Hui's ear wanted to say "yes", but she was a painter. Zhang Zimo, who had brown messy hair and brown eyes in front of her, was wearing a dark red corduroy jacket and black jeans, blending in with the bar's solid wood decoration and dim lighting, like A painting that is trying to make the background not so clear but still able to see something,

"No." "Oh? Are you comforting me? Or are you waiting for me later?" "Bah. You can't hear the words, can you, Zhang Zimo?" She acted angry, and Zhang Zimo said: "Isn't it Can't hear it, not only can't hear it, but also can't say it. Do you think so?" Chi Hui thought that if she belittled herself first, she would definitely dig a hole for herself to jump in later, but she became more courageous after drinking Fat and slack, "Huh, sharp mouth. How do you look like a photographer? You should do a talk show." "What kind of talk show, I'm not Gao Xiaosong and Cui Yongyuan. " Zhang Zimo stared blankly at a certain void in front of him, and Chi wave looked at her, "So talk shows are not good. I can only do satire, and satire is better than being a photographer. You What about it? The painting is so beautiful, do you want to do frame design? Painting is fine."

"How do you know that I haven't done a bookbinding design?" "It doesn't count if you send the painting to Wei Yang as the cover." "You know a lot, bastard." "Why can't I know, I also saw the process Heng. I have a very good memory, I said that day," "Then why did you shoot me that day? Very polite. Why is it different for me, huh?"

Zhang Zimo looked at her, his eyes seemed to be smiling, or there were other unknown emotions in his eyes, and the rest was just silent.At some point, the music in the bar had finished playing "Come As You Are" and replaced it with a soothing rock song that they didn't know, with a bit of post-rock atmosphere, which seemed blurred.

She asked, but had no intention of asking.Zhang Zimo didn't answer, she also felt very good.The drink is drugged, she thought, but it's nice.She felt a sense of fatigue gradually spreading from her lumbar spine, but another impulse ran through her limbs.She looked at Zhang Zimo's face and the expression between the corners of his eyes and his eyebrows that was between seriousness and non-seriousness. The bartender walked away tactfully, ready to pay the bill.

"Let's go." Zhang Zimo didn't know when he held her wrist, his voice was a little hoarse, "Okay." She said.Then check out and go out, let Zhang Zimo hold her wrist, let Zhang Zimo take her home, and even let Zhang Zimo be the master of everything - instead of taking at least half of the initiative as usual.Sometimes Zhang Zimo tugged at her wrist, and sometimes she hugged Zhang Zimo's neck.There was something fanatical and similar attracting the two of them, but because it was too fanatical, it was too late to tell what it was.

When he woke up the next morning, the first thing Chi Hui realized was that she was at Zhang Zimo's house, and Zhang Zimo's bed and duvet were too comfortable to move.The second thing was that Zhang Zimo was holding an old-fashioned Polaroid facing him with his bare upper body.

Click.A photo spit out slowly.

She rolled her eyes inwardly.

"You," Zhang Zimo put down the camera, and threw the photo on the bed while shaking it. Chi Hui's eyes were actually attracted by her straight collarbone, "Don't, come, I'll give it to you." In the photo, she Sleepy-eyed, his head poked out from under the quilt, like a child.She just looked at the photo and didn't reach out to take it. Zhang Zimo shook it wantonly, "Huh? Pretty little princess, can I send you a photo?" "What is the photo?" Make a small temper, "Oh, a photo is a painting. But faster than painting, I am your court painter, Your Royal Highness." As soon as she turned over, Chi Hui was crushed by her again.

"Don't you like my paintings, Your Highness?"

"Get up, you bastard." Chi Hui pushed her seriously, "Oh, you hugged me so tightly last night, you don't want it now?" Chi Hui pushed harder, Zhang Zimo laughed loudly, Smiling, he held her wrist lightly, "Isn't the photo taken well, huh?" Chi Hui was actually able to resist, but he didn't want to, "...It looks good, but," "But?" "You still didn't ask me agreed."

"You are so beautiful, and your beauty lies in those inadvertent moments. There is no time to ask for advice." Zhang Zimo said, "Sometimes I am very patient, and sometimes I am very impatient. Because I can't help it."

After speaking, she kissed Chi Hui directly.

She didn't leave Zhang Zimo's residence that afternoon because she had an appointment for the evening and had to go back to change clothes.Zhang Zimo didn't intend to give her away, nor did she take the photo away.We know each other well, there must be a next time.Just like a good dish, you have only eaten it for the first time, and you must not stop there.But sometimes I feel that it is too delicious, so I cherish it and restrain it.Zhang Zimo doesn't often take the initiative to make appointments with Chi Hui, and Chi Hui also deceives himself that he should first try to squeeze out the remaining inspiration from this time's gathering, and then draw for half a year at a stretch.But when she was drawing a picture of a buffalo walking on a field path in late autumn, she suddenly couldn't think of any characters to draw in it.If the inspiration is strangled, she immediately asks Zhang Zimo to meet.

She hadn't gone out for a long time, and thought of meeting Zhang Zimo, she even dressed up.It turned out that it was cold when I went out, and the time was tight, so I didn't have time to go back and re-wear—God knows where she got so serious about this matter.When we arrived at the meeting place, which was said to be Lin Zhao's restaurant, Zhang Zimo had just taken off his thin woolen coat and was wearing a shirt under the north wind howling.Seeing her, she was surprised at first, and then said with a smile: "I haven't seen you in January, why are you so uncertain about the weather? Are you stupid?" Chi waved his mouth to scold her, but suddenly felt at ease in his heart.

"You're stupid." But she still waved late.

"What's the matter?" The two of them just ate drunk chicken and drank warm rice wine mixed with sweet-scented osmanthus and cinnamon. Something was wrong, even teasing her, she ignored her, so she had to ask directly, "Did you really encounter difficulties in painting?"

Chi Hui was arrogant, and he wasn't emotionally prepared to be soft at the moment, so he just gave Zhang Zimo a soft look.