On a sultry afternoon in early autumn, the cats were napping in their nests in the living room with the door to the master bedroom closed.
The curtains were thick, and a piece of misty white sunlight leaked in through the seams, casting a faint light on the dim bedroom.
Qin Fanglu leaned against the head of the bed, her silk nightgown unbelted, with a low open neckline, revealing the clear lines of her abdomen even when she was relaxed.
The two tight legs were naturally spread apart, and a wooden drawing board was firmly supported on the bent right thigh. The tip of the pencil fell on the paper from time to time, making a slight rustling sound.
The ray of sunlight just illuminated the drawing paper, and the rough pencil lines outlined the image of a human body with bird feathers, like a young angel that had not yet transformed.
He has the upper body and wings of a bird, but underneath are two white human legs.
Angel Bird Feather was in a tropical rain forest with tangled vines, bending down to pick up a mushroom from the ground. Her slender body was almost folded in half, her round buttocks were raised high, and her short tail feathers could not cover it at all.
Qin Fanglu casually wrote a short paragraph beside it:
[He lost his way and landed on earth, naked, pure, holy, and spotless. ]
[Inhuman, noble, strange, and untainted.]
The exposed abdominal muscles gradually tightened and the lines became deeper.
The tip of the pencil moved slightly, and a few vines grew quietly in the rain forest. When the angel was absorbed in studying the mushrooms, they quietly entangled his thin waist, wings and ankles, and the thickest vine approached from behind.
Qin Fanglu also included this new work by Toba Ren.
After a long period of silence, the autumn wind suddenly rose, and a short and dull bird song was heard in the distance. The dust in the air was stirred, and then slowly returned to calm.
Qin Fanglu lazily sank into the pillow, holding a pencil in his right hand like a cigarette.
The innocent angel flapped his wings in panic, but found that he could not move.
I opened the bottom drawer of the desk and found a thick stack of drawing paper inside, almost all of which were pencil drafts with sloppy handwriting.
A question mark popped up in Cheng Kai's mind. Just when he was convinced that Qin Fanglu was aloof, Qin Fanglu took him to visit his drawer.
[Everything in the world is new to him: the rainy forest, the mushrooms that pop up after the rain. He explores this new world without hesitation and spreads his wings to embrace it. But the angel doesn't know that the world is actually a dirtier place than hell.]
The velvety green and rough vines ruthlessly penetrated into the skin.
It was quiet inside, but a grainy kind of quiet.
Well, this is Qin Fanglu's usual way of satisfying himself.
The rustling of the pencil suddenly stopped, the drawing board fell to the edge of the bed, and the air slowly expanded.
Qin Fanglu still said: "Thank you, but I don't need it."
Cheng Kai had an "I know you" expression on his face: "Oh! I don't know what kind of pervert you are? There are all kinds of things in it, real people, paper people, all kinds of sexual orientations and plays, there is definitely something you like."
Qin Fanglu put the pencil on the bedside table and took out a wet tissue with two fingers.
After looking at hundreds of pencil drafts with various scenes and poses, Cheng Kai was struck by lightning: "Qin Gou, I know you are perverted, but I didn't know you were so perverted."
"Ordinary people can't fly such a high-tech aircraft," Cheng Kai commented.
At that time, Qin Fanglu declined calmly: "I don't need it."
His breathing soon calmed down. Qin Fanglu tied the belt of his nightgown, threw away the wet wipes with one hand, and picked up the drawing paper beside the bed with the other hand.
During college, Cheng Kai adhered to the principle of "good brother" and once forced a few CDs into Qin Fanglu's arms, and boasted mysteriously: "I carefully selected them all. I guarantee that no one will dislike watching them."
Qin Fanglu glanced at the old work: "It's okay."
Cheng Kai was still in shock: "These are all semi-finished drafts. If you take any one and refine and color it, it will be worthy of being exhibited in the Louvre. Why don't you finish it?"
Qin Fanglu said as a matter of course: "I have no interest in painting after developing it."
Therefore, each picture is very sloppy. Most of the scenes and plots have been completed in my mind, and only a few strokes are put on paper.
Qin Fanglu is not a person who indulges in lust. He paints occasionally when he feels like it, and he has lived a good life over the years.
He was fine with continuing to live like this for the next few decades.
Qin Fanglu opened the curtains, letting the light in again, and opened the window for ventilation.
Tomorrow he will be traveling with the technical department, so he needs to simply unpack his luggage. The phone screen lit up, and Qin Fanglu received a message from the organizer of the Doujinshi production team: [Is Mr. Dan here? I'm so sorry! Due to scheduling issues, the deadline for the first draft has to be moved forward to this weekend, which is three days later. I wonder if you can do it [Stormy Crying]]
Qin Fanglu has only published his own fanzines before, and this is the first time he has published one together with other artists and writers.
Normally, production crews wouldn’t dare approach BALLS, but this time, it was because Qin Fanglu had worked in this business before, and the organizer knew Cheng Kai, so they approached him.
Qin Fanglu thought that he would be traveling with his subordinates for the next three days, so he could only paint during the trip.
He had almost finished the painting, so it shouldn't take too much time, so he said to the organizer: "Okay."
After sending the message, Qin Fanglu put the tablet into the suitcase.
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Ruan Cunyun packed his luggage early. He thought it was just a trip and he wouldn't be too nervous. But when the time came, he was still so anxious that he couldn't eat.
My God, spending nine hours a day with my colleagues and leaders is already very torturous, but in the next three days, from Wednesday to Friday, they will be together for a full 72 hours! Eat and live together!
Ruan Cunyun had no idea how he would get through the rest of the time.
When Ruan Cunyun was anxious, he would check Weibo. BALLS had not posted any new content and was still stuck on the last live broadcast notification.
Ruan Cunyun logged in using his main account, and private messages poured in like crazy, all from fans urging him to update his game.
[Wife, if you don’t produce new works, I will divorce you! ! ]
[Did Yaya release a movie today? Wow, no~]
[Ya Mei, if I don't see you again, some of my good qualities and soul will disappear. You don't want to see me disappear, right Ya Mei? ]
Ruan Cunyun looked through his Weibo and found that the last time he updated was during the summer vacation. It has indeed been a long time since he last updated. He also missed the feeling of being praised by many viewers after posting a picture.
It seems like it's time to think about making a comeback.
On WeChat, the small group of four people kept flashing messages, and three consecutive @s filled Ruan Cunyun's screen.
Madam Qiangwei: [Call Yaya, call Yaya. @save@save@save]
Madam Qiangwei: [Call Erfei, call Erfei. @飞常帅]
Fei Changshuai: [What’s wrong, Madam? ]
Madam Qiangwei: [Do you want to go on location? ! ]
Madam Rose: [I recently found a super beautiful place, a little far from the city, but it's really amazing! ]
Cun: [I was thinking about releasing a film too! ]
Qi Chang: [That’s a good feeling.]
Madam Qiangwei: [How about we try something new this time? ]
Madam Rose: [Do you want to take photos wearing Hanfu? ]
Fei Changshuai: [Wow, that’s great! I’ve been craving this for a long time hehehe. ]
Cun: [I can do that, too.]
Cun: [I can’t wait, when are we going? ]
Madam Qiangwei: [I can buy clothes at a physical store. I am familiar with makeup artists and photographers, so I can get it done quickly.]
Madam Qiangwei: [How about this Saturday? Let's do it. ]
Cun: [Well, I’m on a group tour with my company on Friday QAQ so I may not be able to make it. ]
Save: [Where is the location of the exterior scene? ]
Madam Qiangwei: [Is that so? If I can’t make it, I’ll go next weekend, same thing.]
Madam Qiangwei: [The location is here. Isn’t it very nice? [Picture]]
Bai Qiangwei posted a screenshot, which showed mountains and valleys full of fire maple trees, with the frosted leaves looking redder than the flowers in February, which was a poetic scene.
The name of the scenic spot is written below the picture: Maple Valley.
(End of this chapter)