Thank you. "Do you usually cross the line before painting?"
Jiang Zhichu "occasionally, the complexity may be"
Thank you send directly took the palette and handed it over.
Jiang Ji-chu sat in front of an easel, which formed over the years, making it easy for him to mix a few colors in the palette, but he was still at a loss when he started writing.
He looked around at the man who thanked him for sending sunlight, but his appearance was critical, and his outline was clear, fresh and perfect, like a sculpture, or which god he was.
And Xie sent a gentle and firm look back at him, encouraging "give it a try, or close your eyes if you can’t."
Jiang Jichu tried his best to meditate and stretched out his arm towards the easel, trembling slightly.
He closed his eyes, and his mind could reproduce every detail of the cluster of blue roses.
The pen tip is getting closer and closer to the canvas, but when there is an inch left, he suddenly wants to take back his hand. "I don’t know …"
And before his arm fell, he was firmly supported and sent behind him, with a strong chest against his back and his arm on the canvas to draw a deep blue casually.
Thank you for sending "this is the first pen"
At the beginning of Jiang Ji, he stared at the blue for that reason. Before he could react, Xie sent another heavy stroke beside the blue with his arm in his hand.
Thank you for sending "this is the second pen"
He could feel the regular heartbeat of Xie’s chest, one after another, as if it could soothe people’s hearts.
And he is really calm in the regular heartbeat, so experience and skills are more important, and talents come to the hand holding the pen.
He slowly dropped the third and fourth strokes.
Jiang Yunchu is in a very mysterious state, being dragged to outline the shape on the canvas, and painting is a common thing for him. He was forgotten from the difficulty of writing a few days ago, and now he is gradually returning to that carefree state, and every pore reveals joy.
He didn’t realize when Xie sent off his arm.
Xie sent his mobile phone to vibrate early. He received a text message and quietly ran to open the door. His finger reached his lips to send a gesture of silence.
The secret saw the back of drawing in the living room, and left him with a bow and understanding.
Although Xie Ji is not an art major, he also knows that Jiang Zhichu’s paintings are as little as a day, and no one dares to say.
He’s afraid of what’s wrong. He just works here in Jiangzhichu.
He glanced at Jiang Yunchu’s white and slender fingers holding the brush, and he somehow felt that this was the right way to describe the world with these hands in a soft scene at room temperature instead of …
Not what?
Thoughts come to an abrupt end, just like those memories that can’t be remembered
Thank send shook his head and press the power button to start the office.
Jiang Yunchu was so forgetful that he asked people to eat at noon. If Jiang Yunchu ate a few mouthfuls hastily, he ran to the easel and continued to draw a picture, and it was dark.
When Xie sent his eyes, it was not convenient for him to live at home tonight and change clothes. He also had work to do tomorrow. The important thing is that Jiang Yunchu’s state recovered almost and he didn’t need to stay with him all the time.
He walked behind the beginning of Jiang Ji, and the canvas was already full of blue roses. He had previously helped to draw two lines of pure graffiti, but Jiang Ji had done artistic processing, all of which revolved around his two lines.
Flowers should decline when they are in full bloom, but even the most gorgeous one on the canvas gives people the illusion that it will last forever.
He once again felt a sense of strangeness that was not strange-just like seeing Ask the Mountains and Seas for the first time.
I haven’t finished painting yet, but it’s very late.
Thank you for sending "Ji Chu"
Jiang Ji looked back at the beginning.
Thank you for sending me a smile. "It’s time for dinner again."
As soon as the voice fell, the hotel staff rang the doorbell.
-He deliberately didn’t let the hotel staff deliver food silently, but it was time to wake up.
He likes the dishes and Jiang Yunchu likes them.
Jiang Jichu painted for a whole day at noon and didn’t eat much. Now he is really hungry, and a person eats a bowl and a half of rice.
After dinner, Xie sent up to leave.
After hearing this, Jiang Ji-chu first became accustomed to sending thanks to him and forgot to send them around. He also had his own life.
He took a sip of water and whispered, "Today is really troublesome to thank the manager …"
Thank you for sending me a picture. Where is the trouble? Besides, I didn’t help. If you really want to talk, it’s probably three meals in the morning, noon and evening. You don’t want to spend a few meals with me. "
Jiang Zhichu doesn’t lack a few meals, but he knows a few meals. Xie Ji doesn’t like it. He just doesn’t want him to have a psychological burden.
He spent more than 20 years in the love of his parents, relatives and friends, and met all kinds of kindness, but no one ever made him feel excited like Xie Ji, as if he had a torch burning his meridians.
Thanks for sending …
Thank you for sending
He must have liked it very much, too, and thanked him for sending it.
Jiang Jichu didn’t answer and sent it with Xie.
Xie Ji picked up his brain bag. He didn’t refuse Jiang Zhichu to send it to him. He also smiled and said, "Don’t you remember to tell me the first time after this is solved?"
Jiang Jichu "remembered"
Thank you for sending "OK, remember to call me after painting. I’ll ask someone …"
Halfway through, the lights in the living room went dark.
Too suddenly, the dark change made Xie lose his ability to see things for a short time. He felt his shoulders sink and his hands reached the surface at the beginning of Jiang Ji.
Then, in the quiet darkness, my throat was kissed by a warm lip.
At the beginning of Jiang Ji, he rubbed his throat involuntarily.
Soft touch didn’t stay too long. Jiang Ji leaned back a few inches at the beginning of the first half, slightly disordered breathing and hit Taba.
The implication is obvious.
Thank you for sending your arms naturally, but your fingers moved, but you hesitated.
Should he kiss?
In this form, it is not yet clear to spy and manipulate everything.
He thought that he had the courage and confidence to overcome difficulties, which may not be important.
But what did Jiang Ji-chu like or … moved by?