Yin Rui had a dream. His sleep was always deep and quiet, and dreams rarely appeared, but today, probably because of a different pillow, he actually dreamed it, his Fan.
He dreamed that he was looking at Fan's portrait in the dark room. Later, the portrait came to life, and a man walked out of it, dressed in white, sitting there quietly with his head bowed. Even though he had never seen him before, Yin Rui knew, That's his vanity.
Yin Rui stared blankly at the figure sitting there, only to find that Fan dressed in white sat there for a while, then suddenly got up and walked away, without looking in his direction from the beginning to the end, Yin Rui got anxious and got up After chasing him for a long time, he finally grabbed the corner of his robe. Yin Rui pulled it hard, and the person who had always turned his back turned around, but it was a face without a face.
Yin Rui woke up gasping for breath, only to find that the sky was bright and the night had passed. Yin Rui suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly opened the hidden compartment on the inside of the wall. When he saw the letter lying inside, the expression on his face His expression calmed down a little.
Taking out the letter paper inside, Yin Rui read it carefully. When he saw the letter complaining about the discomfort of the new pillow, Yin Rui showed a smile on his face, and answered with a pen, [If you are uncomfortable, you can add a layer of cushions. , however, no change is allowed.]Although he couldn't see Fan's expression, he could imagine that Fan must be a little bit unwilling when he saw this sentence, but he would not go against his words. A short story about the virtues of respecting the old and loving the young is not necessarily true.
The corners of Yin Rui's mouth curled up slightly, as long as he thought about Fan's reaction, he would have something to look forward to in his day.
But the smile on his face didn't last long, Yin Rui unexpectedly thought of the dream from last night, and grabbed that person full of expectation, but still couldn't see the mood on his face, pouring a pot of cold water was nothing more than that.
Fan, what is it like...
[Fan, what do you look like?]
[Well, I'm... very handsome.]After writing this sentence, Bai Fan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with shame.
[How about specifics?]
[Two eyes and one nose.]
Sunlight flooded the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but Bai Fan lay on the big bed and didn't intend to get up. He turned over, pulled the quilt to cover his head, and thought about his own affairs... I ask that question very frequently, is it because of curiosity... That's right, he knows Yin Rui's appearance clearly, but Yin Rui has no idea what he looks like. After all, he has been with him for ten years, how could he not be curious? .
If possible, he really wanted to show Yin Rui a photo, but Bai Fan grabbed his head in distress, and he couldn't bring anything.
Why don't you draw a portrait... Bai Fan's expression became even more entangled. When it comes to piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, Yin Nanhanju had asked someone to teach them. It's a pity that no one is perfect. He is very talented in chess and can compose music, but when it comes to painting, he is completely messed up. On the other hand, Yin Rui is very good at calligraphy and painting, and his performance in music scores is not as good as his. They are in the same body. In order to take care of each other, they simply show that they are not good at all the subjects, so that those gentlemen can only shake their heads and sigh in the end. , the young master is willing to work hard, but limited by his talent, it may be difficult for him to achieve great achievements in this life.
Fortunately, Yin Nanhan's most important thing is his martial arts, as long as he can know a little about other aspects, he won't be unable to stand on the stage.
It is precisely because of Yin Nanhan's attitude that as long as he is good at martial arts, everything else can be discussed, and Yin Rui's help in cheating, so his paintings have always stayed at the level of drawing a lotus leaf and two fish with a brush. As for the characters, it was very difficult. He didn't have a picture of a character with correct facial features, and all of them had crooked mouths and squinting eyes. Bai Fan expressed that he was under a lot of pressure to draw self-portraits with this level.
Bai Fan thought of giving up for a moment, but then, Yin Rui's carefully upholstered porcelain pillow appeared in his mind. Every night, there were all his favorite dishes, and even most of the furnishings in the room. It's all based on his own preferences. Even if it's a matter that he doesn't care about on weekdays, as long as he mentions it in the letter, Yin Rui will help him achieve it. When he comes to him, does it mean that even Yin Rui wants to know his appearance? Little things, can't he do it
Bai Fan got up from the bed violently, because he practiced calligraphy every day, so he kept a pen and ink in his room, and spread out the paper. Bai Fan faced the mirror and tried to draw himself, but in the end he could barely draw a human figure. None of his facial features are close to his own, and there is a big black spot on his nose because he has painted too hard. Bai Fan crumpled up the "Bai Fan" on the paper with black lines all over his head, and sighed while touching his forehead.
Do you want to give up like this, do you really want to give up like this, Yin Rui's moist eyes seem to appear in front of Bai Fan's eyes, well, moist eyes are his fantasy, he has never seen Yin Rui's eyes, but he I found that if I just gave up like this, I would really feel guilty. Forget it, I will treat it as a gift for Yin Rui. For him, I will learn to paint once.
Bai Fan thought about it carefully. It is difficult to have a very high similarity between the characters drawn in ink and wash, and it takes a long time to practice well. In contrast, sketching seems to be simpler, and it can be as good as drawing. General restoration of photos.
After making up his mind, Bai Fan dialed the assistant's phone number, "Hey, Xiao Wang, um, help me recruit someone who can draw character sketches, the level should not be too bad, and the time can be allocated freely, come to my place to teach... "
After ordering to recruit people, Bai Fan eased his eyebrows, went into the bathroom to wash up, and then walked out lazily, "Xiao Jun, is breakfast ready?"
They were discharged from the hospital a few days ago, and Bai Fan's wound recovered well. The doctor told him not to exercise strenuously and eat more blood-enriching food, other than that, there is no serious problem.
There are some changes in the life after returning home and before being hospitalized. First, a layer of power grid is installed around the villa, and cameras are installed at each entrance. The overall defense has been upgraded to a higher level. A ferocious hunting dog, as soon as it smells a stranger, it will bark in warning.
Of course, the biggest change is that Bai Fan has an extra cohabitant, his personal bodyguard, Xiao Jun. At first, Bai Fan was a little uncomfortable with the disturbance of his solitary life for so many years. I'm pretty used to it, at least I don't have to do some housework for breakfast by myself.
Hearing Bai Fan's call, Gong Yijun came out of the kitchen with a dark face, and slammed a plate of poached eggs on the table with not very gentle movements.
Bai Fan turned a blind eye to Gong Yijun's reluctance, glanced at the unattractive poached eggs on the plate, shook his head, still clumsy.