Jiang saw that the video was cut off, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

He quickly glanced at the computer, trying to find that he was not captured in the video.

But he found that the video not only allowed him to be seen, but also captured the pictures of him hanging in Wen Shiqing.

He slumped on the seat, exhausted all over, silently closed his eyes, and chose to leave this world.

Wen Shiqing smiled, raised his hand and scratched his chin: "They dare not talk nonsense."

Jiang Ji raised his eyes and looked at Wen Shiqing angrily: "Of course you're fine."

Wen Shiqing raised his eyebrows, "What? Do you care about your reputation?"

Jiang Ji stared: "Of course."

The arc of Wen Shiqing's lips turned into a straight line: "Is there someone you like?"

Jiang had noticed his expression, smiled triumphantly, turned around, threw himself on his lap, and folded his hands on the pillow.

"jealous"

Wen Shiqing looked down at him, seeing the smile in the young man's eyes, he suddenly smiled: "Are you kidding me?"

Jiang Ji blinked innocently: "I didn't say anything, you were the one who said it!"

Wen Shiqing smiled, and gently scratched his chin with his fingers, as if he was addicted to scratching, with a gentle voice: "I said something last time."

Jiang Ji: "Huh?"

Wen Shiqing played with his fingers instead.

The boy's fingers were slender and slender, and it seemed that he was born to hold a paintbrush.

He lowered his eyes: "Have you finished your painting?"

Jiang Ji almost couldn't get up or down in one breath.

He tried to change the subject: "What's for dinner tonight? Why don't we go to the newly opened barbecue restaurant nearby. It's said to be quite delicious. I haven't tried it yet."

Wen Shiqing played with his fingers, those slightly rough fingers gently held the delicate and soft fingers of the young man.

He smiled gently, "Doesn't Xiao Jiang want to paint for me?"

He paused, his voice lowered, and he sounded a little aggrieved: "Or, Xiao Jiang has already thrown away the painting, or does Xiao Jiang have someone else who wants to paint?"

Jiang Ji's whole body is not well.

Help, is this acting like a baby?

People who act like a baby are the best, and men who act like a baby are the best!

Jiang already came to the top for a while, his whole body was dizzy, and he agreed without saying a word.

"Draw! Draw as much as you want!"

After eating the barbecue that he had been thinking about, he returned to the manor, sat in the studio on the second floor, and when he saw Wen Shiqing sitting on the stool, Jiang Ji's brain gradually cooled down, and he wished he could travel through time and kill him when he nodded.Own.

This studio was specially built for Wen Shiqing knowing that he likes to paint. It is spacious, with flowers and grass, paints that he could not afford before, and brushes that he misses so much.

It was like his dream room.

But he hasn't used it a few times, the only few times is because he reads a new manga, his fingers are about to move, and he wants to draw a fan.

But whenever he wanted to draw, when he closed his eyes, it was Wen Shiqing lying in front of him.

The faces of the protagonists all turned into those of Wen Shiqing.

Jiang has spurned himself for being obsessed with ghosts.

While really wanted to draw, was afraid of facing the last social death again, so put it on hold.

On Weibo, there are small fans urging his wife to produce more quickly.

But they don't know, the wife is really full of another man!

Damn it, Jiang already felt guilty.

Now, he looked at the man sitting across from him who was full of thoughts, and his fingers were about to move again.

Although was inspired to paint Wen Shiqing before, it has never been like this.

The person himself was sitting in front of his eyes, and that face overlapped with the face in his mind. The powerful faces in the comics seemed to have faces that could be substituted.

Jiang has unconsciously started to write.

But he restrained himself anyway, he didn't draw that semi-finished product.

This time, he wanted to simply sketch.

Even so, the pen in his hand didn't stop.

Wen Shiqing was sitting opposite him, holding a teacup in his hand, sitting on a chair, leaning back, legs bent, feet on the ground.

Most of the time, his sitting posture is gentlemanly and polite, and occasionally crossing his legs can show a different charm.

Jiang has thought more than once that crossing his legs will bend his legs to change the shape of his legs. So are Wen Shiqing's legs under his suit pants straight or curved?

But either way, it should be great.

God created him, favored him, and gave him a unique posture. Even if the legs are curved, they are still beautiful.

The pen in Jiang Ji's hand landed on the paper with a rustling sound.

Wen Shiqing took a sip of the tea in the teacup from time to time, the tea was black tea with a strong taste.

His eyes fell on the serious and focused young man, and the smile on his lips remained undiminished.

I don't know when the moon is hanging on the treetops outside the window, and the night is shining brightly.

Today is a rare sunny day, the snow outside has not yet melted, and some layers of snow are falling from the branches overwhelmed.

The moonlight shone on the snow, and the sky and the earth were bright and white.

Moonlight fell through the large floor-to-ceiling windows into the quiet studio, and fell on the boy and the man.

In the man's eyes, there is only the moonlight like a frightening bird, and the boy in the moonlight.

Jiang Ji looked up at Wen Shiqing from time to time, unconsciously wanting to make this painting better.

But helplessly, his skills are not deep, no matter how hard he paints, he can't paint Wen Shiqing's charm.

Jiang Ji has never hated his slack so much.

If you learn a little more, maybe you can draw better.

It was two hours after finished drawing this picture.

Jiang already finished work, put down his pen, and stretched wearily.

When he raised his hand, he met the smiling Wen Shiqing, and was suddenly taken aback.

The man was sitting there, the wind never blowing his clothes, he was sitting in the moonlight, his brows and eyes were more gentle than the snow outside.

Jiang already scratched his ears and said in a low voice, "The painting is finished."

With his consent, Wen Shiqing got up and walked over, walked behind Jiang Ji, and leaned over to look at the painting.

In the painting, he is holding a cup and sitting on a chair, with light shining on him.

It looks too real.

Wen Shiqing was unusually silent.

Jiang Ji's heart was raised, he was a little anxious, and asked cautiously: "Uncle Wen?"

His voice was low, and he seemed a little at a loss: "Is it because the painting is not good? If you say something is not good, I will correct it."

Seeing that he looked a little anxious, his eyes were full of caution.

Wen Shiqing laughed dumbfounded: "How can it be bad?"

He raised his hand very fondly, stretched out his fingers, and landed a few inches away from the painting, but did not touch it.

He seemed very satisfied: "This is my uncle's first portrait, I'll take it and frame it on the bedside tomorrow."

Jiang had already been praised, and his ears turned red. It was rare for him to be innocent: "Can you see it as soon as you look up?"

Wen Shiqing hummed.

Jiang Ji smiled shyly: "Will the uncle immediately think of me when he sees this painting?"

Wen Shiqing smiled, pretending to be entangled: "That's not necessarily true."

I thought that the young man would feel a little lost when he said this, but Jiang Ji's eyes lit up instead: "Then why don't I give my portrait to my uncle and hang it on the bedside together with his portrait, so that uncle can see you every day?"Everyone can see me!"

Two portraits hanging above the bed?

It's hard not to be misleading.

Wen Shiqing saw through his little Jiujiu, and smiled lightly on his lips: "That's also good."

He joked: "The painting should look better, otherwise when I wake up at night and see that portrait, I should think I saw a ghost."

Jiang Ji: "?"

He was shocked: "Do I look like a ghost?"

It's not that he is narcissistic. He feels that although his painting skills are not very good, but with his superior appearance, it is impossible to draw like a ghost casually.

Seeing the kitten blowing fur, Wen Shiqing raised his brows and eyes lightly, and he stroked the kitten's head: "Of course not, even if it's a ghost, it's still a cute ghost."

Although these words sound strange no matter how you hear them, Jiang has already been favored in a strange way.

He didn't want to lose his temper, but Uncle Wen said he was a cute ghost.

"What is that light?" Wen Shiqing put his hand on the painting, his eyebrows and eyes soft: "Moonlight?"

Jiang was already taken aback by his question. He originally wanted to say that it was Moonlight.

But when the words came to lips, suddenly felt that it was more appropriate to use another way of saying it.

He straightened his face and said softly, "Of course not."

Wen Shiqing frowned, waiting for his answer.

Jiang Ji said: "This is the light on Uncle's body."

He began to say seriously: "In my heart, uncle is full of light, the kind of existence that looks like a god from top to bottom."

This may be suspected of blowing rainbow farts, but Jiang Ji really thinks so in his heart. In his opinion, Wen Shiqing has light in him, and he can save him every time, give him hope, and give him hope.s life.

Jiang already thought that although Wen Shiqing might not be satisfied with this answer, it would not displease Wen Shiqing.

After all, who doesn't like to hear rainbow farts?

Besides, he has said more nice things than these.

Unexpectedly, Wen Shiqing's smile continued, but she didn't seem to be happy, and she even remained silent for a long time.

Jiang Ji's heart also fell to the bottom, and he was silent for a while.

The studio was quiet again, but compared to the harmonious quiet just now, the quiet this time was really too weird.

Just when Jiang couldn't help but wanted to ask, he saw the man's palm land on his head, rubbing his head gently, and said with a smile in his voice, "Xiao Jiang, uncle is not a god, maybe you saw itThis scene is just the tip of Uncle's iceberg, so don't be misled."

Jiang no longer understood what he meant, but he wanted to defend himself.

He wanted to say that what he saw might be the tip of the iceberg, but he still saw Wen Shiqing as a ray of light.

But Wen Shiqing didn't give him a chance, he just said: "Xiao Jiang is still young, I don't know what some things and words mean, but I hope Xiao Jiang will not be deceived by false appearances. No one can be a perfect god."

He stood behind Jiang Ji, Jiang Ji couldn't see his expression, he could only judge his mood by listening to his voice.

But Wen Shiqing's words didn't fluctuate much, and Jiang no longer knew what he meant.

This person is not easy to leak emotions, but Jiang Ji doesn't think about Wen Shiqing.

He has no filter for Wen Shiqing.

He knew what this man had done, what injustice he had suffered in his childhood, and what misery he had suffered, and he felt that his fate was unfair for this.

Maybe Wen Shiqing felt that he had a filter for him, or that he was still young and didn't see things comprehensively.

But Jiang already thought that he didn't know Wen Shiqing, but he knew himself..

"Uncle, how much do you think you know me?" Jiang Ji looked at the person in the painting with a calm tone.

Wen Shiqing was taken aback by the question, but after a while he smiled: "How much do you think Uncle knows about you?"

Jiang was silent.

Wen Shiqing: "It's the tip of the iceberg that Uncle saw you, so when we can be honest with each other, maybe then Uncle will understand you."

Jiang was at a loss for words.

He thought that Wen Shiqing would say something to understand him better, but obviously Wen Shiqing didn't mean that.

He made it clear that he was indeed too young to be no match for Wen Shiqing's way of dealing with people.

Jiang was silent for a moment, he took off the painting and stuffed it into Wen Shiqing's arms.

At this time, he saw Wen Shiqing directly, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

"The uncle also said that he doesn't know me well, so I can't deny some of my inner thoughts. These are some good words and advice from my uncle. I have written them down, but unfortunately these words are of no use to me."

Jiang Ji said: "Also, next time uncle don't say such spoiling things."

"I'm grateful to Uncle, but it's not because I'm grateful to Uncle that I rely on you with a face."

"I believe that uncle took me in, not because he saw me as pitiful. After all, there are many people on the street who are more pitiful than me. If uncle wants to take me in, it will never be my turn."

"Uncle is really strange. You think I don't understand you, so you flatly said some self-righteous things, but I believe that what I see is not enough."

Jiang Ji looked at the man's face and the calm look on his face, feeling bored for the first time.

He said: "If my uncle wants my portrait to hang on the bedside, I will give it. If my uncle doesn't want it, I will not give it."

He got angry, like a spoiled kitten, if he was given a space, he might roll three times on the ground with his teeth and claws to vent his dissatisfaction.

Wen Shiqing was taken aback by what he said, and then came back to his senses after a while, his voice was hoarse and amused: "Why don't you."

He tried to appease the kitten: "I'll pick it up tomorrow."

Unexpectedly, it stepped on the tail directly, Jiang Ji glared: "You don't want to hang up tonight?"

Wen Shiqing paused, then was taken aback for a moment: "No, I mean... I thought you..."

Jiang has already made a decision: "I will send it to you in a while."

As someone who likes to draw, the first portrait I draw is my own.

Jiang already has many portraits of himself.

He snorted viciously, and walked out of the studio angrily, exuding indelible anger all over his body.

He hates Wen Shiqing very much now, this person is really the first person to spoil the atmosphere.

I was very happy today, but who knew that a basin of cold water was poured on it.

Jiang has some regrets now, so now when Wen Shiqing came to pick up the portrait, he shut Wen Shiqing out of the door again, saying, "You come to pick it up tomorrow, but I don't want to give it to you today."

Just kidding, is he temperless?

If you want it, you want it, if you don’t want it, you don’t want it!

He decided not to give it to Wen Shiqing tonight, but to let Wen Shiqing's portrait hang alone in his bedroom without other portraits to accompany him.

Wen Shiqing was turned away, and touched his nose with some excuses, and belatedly realized that the kitten seemed to be really angry.

And it seems to be very angry.

The author has something to say:

I didn’t finish writing qwq, I thought it would be a million days, it’s so bitter, the computer crashed