Xiangdong had a dream. In the dream, a mermaid with a sweet face turned her tail into legs, lived with him in the city, and gave birth to a litter of baby fish for him.
This dream was both terrifying and heartwarming.
Xiangdong woke up cursing, his eyes rolled in his bloodshot sockets, and he froze.
There was a person lying in his arms, on his side, with his arms and legs curled up facing him.
The skin was fair, the facial features were cool and delicate, the eyelashes were long and curly, there was a layer of pure down on the face, and the lips were slightly open. The hem of the sleeping person's clothes that was tucked into the waistband was pulled out at some point, revealing a slender white waist with a small cinnabar mole on the white.
Harmless and soft.
Xiangdong’s first reaction was that his mermaid had run out of his dream.
When he came to his senses, his right hand had already stretched out to the leg that the mermaid had transformed into, and his five fingers were about to clamp the fragile ankle.
“Snap—”
Xiangdong violently slapped his right hand with his left hand, and then slapped himself several times in self-contempt. The burning pain made him sober up a lot, and finally made him completely get rid of the crappy mermaid dream.
"Why are you here with me?" Xiangdong yelled, using the volume to cover up his guilty conscience.
Bai Tang did not wake up, he just changed his sleeping position from lying on his side to lying flat on his back, his clean breathing was light and even.
Xiangdong was about to wake the man up, but his arm, which was raised in the air, suddenly stopped. He hunched his strong back in disbelief, holding his breath and staring at Bai Tang's lips.
The little lips are bright red, and there is a row of teeth marks on the lower lip.
!!!!!!!
Xiangdong panted and grabbed Baitang's ankles: "Get up for me! Get up!"
Bai Tang slowly opened her eyelids, and looked at Xiangdong with a pair of red eyes that were obviously not well rested, with a bit of blame and resentment in them.
Xiangdong's hand holding his ankle shook, then tightened, dragging him towards him: "You..."
"It stinks." Bai Tang interrupted with disgust, "Your mouth reeks of alcohol."
Xiangdong: “…”
"Just wait for me!" Xiangdong jumped off the bed and went to the bathroom.
The sound of washing came out, Bai Tang sat up, bent the leg that was grabbed, pulled down the cotton socks to look at the ankle, it was a little red. That guy was as wild as a bull.
Bai Tang lay back down without pulling up his cotton socks, so when Xiangdong came out after washing up, he saw his red ankles at a glance, and the fever that had finally subsided soared again.
He turned east and went back to the bathroom, and he slammed the door shut.
There was a sound of running water in the bathroom, which lasted for several dozen minutes before it stopped.
"Bang"
Xiangdong opened the door with his whole body dry. He tightened his hand on the door handle, and veins bulged on the back of his hand. He had a sullen face and stared at the person on the bed with bloodshot eyes.
Bai Tang looked at him innocently.
Xiangdong gritted his teeth, and walked towards Baitang with a smell of sandalwood, and asked condescendingly: "What's the matter with the tooth marks on your mouth?"
Bai Tang smelled the aggressive masculine scent on him, and his chest rose and fell faster, his legs became weak and his waist became numb: "I bit it myself."
Xiangdong let out a breath and thought, it wasn't me. If I bit him, the skin would definitely be broken and blood would be drawn.
Two seconds later, Xiangdong was choked by a breath again. He suddenly pulled Bai Tang, who was lying flat on his back, up and approached him with his head lowered.
Bai Tang did not resist.
Xiangdong pulled open his collar and stared at the side of his neck, where there was a circle of scabbed teeth marks.
Xiangdong: “…”
Something in his mind suddenly collapsed. He touched the tooth mark with his hand and looked deep in the eyes: "Did you bite yourself too?"
This is an idiotic question.
Bai Tang said softly: "Yes."
You are playing dumb and I won't expose you. I want to see if you feel embarrassed.
Xiangdong wasn't embarrassed, he was just angry, angry at himself for not living up to his expectations, damn it!
"Why should I bite you?" Xiangdong's thumb unconsciously exerted force and pressed the mark.
The corners of Bai Tang's lips pressed downwards, he reached out to push Xiangdong away, but failed.
Xiangdong squinted his eyes and looked at Bai Tang. If he hadn't just sowed his seeds in the bathroom, he would have thought that he had gotten drunk and had sex with someone.
After all, he even dreamed of being a mermaid.
"What's wrong with your calf?" Xiangdong noticed that Bai Tang's right calf was trembling.
"You drank too much last night. You vomited and acted crazy in the middle of the night. You touched my belly and asked me how long it would take for the baby to come out." Bai Tang rubbed his forehead. "When I was struggling, I accidentally hit my knee."
Bai Tang said this calmly, but it was easy to hear his emotional fluctuations from them. His disguise in front of Xiangdong was like a layer of glass, which could see through everything clearly.
Xiangdong didn't say anything. He roughly rolled up Bai Tang's right trouser leg, revealing a bruised knee.
Bai Tang's skin was very delicate and white, and there were no scars on her calves and knees, which were smooth and even the bruises highlighted a hint of eroticism.
It is easy to arouse a person's most primitive instinct, pull him over, clamp his hands, press him to the ground, make him kneel, and then bully and ravage him.
It's better to lock it up, tie it with a chain, and use it as a puppy to vent sexual desire.
Fan eastward.
"I'll take you next door." Xiangdong turned around and didn't let Bai Tang see the vulgar animality in his eyes.
Bai Tang lowered his eyes and looked at his knees for a while. He didn't know what he was thinking. He stood still for a moment and said, "It's almost dawn. I won't go back to my room. I want to stay with you."
Xiangdong's figure paused.
At that moment, the beast in the cage let out a silent roar. It had already bitten the lock on the cage and was pulling it hard, ready to rush out at any time.
"Get out of here now." Xiangdong grinned, with a dangerous warning in his tone, "Otherwise,"
Bai Tang's heart stopped beating: "What else?"
Xiangdong didn't say anything else. He tilted his head and chuckled: "Tangshui'er, you are really good. No one is as ignorant as you. You know that I have desires for you, but you still..."
Bai Tang looked at his neat and classy profile and said, "Can we start with a kiss?"
Xiangdong's rage was wrapped up by a gentle breeze, soaking through it.
"I'm going to brush my teeth." Bai Tang left without waiting for Xiangdong to respond.
He could hear the sound of bare feet stepping on the floor. Xiangdong felt in his pocket, but found nothing. He found a cigarette box and a lighter on the table by the window and quickly lit a cigarette.
Calm down.
Xiangdong smoked in the dim night, the bitter taste of nicotine pressing down on his swelling desire, trying to eat it up completely.
If you can't give the person in the bathroom what he wants, don't touch him.
A pair of wet hands reached out from behind and hugged Xiangdong's waist.
Xiangdong almost bit his tongue: "Let go."
Bai Tang's face was wet without much wiping, and water drops dripped from his pink chin and rubbed onto Xiangdong's back. His eyelashes trembled slightly: "You are y."
"That's a fucking normal reaction!" Xiangdong held a cigarette in his mouth, and his rough, broad hands covered the slender fingers on his waist and pulled them. "I'll count to three, and if you still don't let go, you will bear the consequences."
It seems impossible to break it apart.
But the reality is that if he didn't want to, Bai Tang couldn't get close to him at all.
Even if Bai Tang held him tightly, Xiangdong could easily shake him off with his strength and explosive power.
What's more, Bai Tang didn't hug her so tightly, he just gave her a gentle force.
The atmosphere is subtle.
The arrogant Dong brother almost bit the cigarette butt off.
Bai Tang stood on tiptoe: "I know you like my body, and I like your body too."
"I know that if it weren't for the relationship between teammates, if someone else had aroused your desire, you would have made yourself comfortable without caring about anything. Your cautious hesitation is because you cherish me. Thank you." Bai Tang blew on the back of his wheat-colored neck.
Xiangdong closed his eyes, breathing heavily, and he had unknowingly changed from hunter to prey. His hunter had already thrown a noose at him and was putting it around his neck.
Once put on, he will lose his freedom, but he will also get something that belongs to him alone.
He is struggling.
Bullshit.
"Xiangdong, I'm sure that my feelings for you are not an illusion. That false memory is also a kind of fate. I am grateful to the rules for tying me and you together." Bai Tang's second half of the sentence was in a breathy voice with humble sobs.
Xiangdong loosened his teeth that were biting the cigarette butt and held the cigarette between his thick bony fingers.
"I'm sorry. I wanted to pursue you in the most romantic way, but I still added a vulgar and vile seduction. I took advantage of my physical advantages and your preferences to lure you in step by step."
Bai Tang's voice was fluent, as if he had made a draft in his mind, and even wrote a report and made some revisions and adjustments: "I originally wanted to seduce you again, and when I catch you, we will do it."
At this point, Bai Tang chuckled: "But I just thought about it. Sometimes plans are just plans, and the actual results are different."
Xiangdong was only wearing a single layer of clothing without a coat, so the warmth and touch of Baitang were very clear.
Now Bai Tang stepped back a little, and Xiangdong also felt it in time.
Xiangdong didn't open his eyes. He heard Bai Tang walking away. Then, part of the lights in the room were turned off. The light in front of him dimmed.
A rustling sound came from behind Xiangdong. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw a shadow on the wall. It was the outline of Bai Tang's figure, tall and graceful.
Shadow is taking off his clothes.
Xiangdong's forehead began to twitch wildly.
"All the romance ten years ago was fake, so this is my first time. Since I started pursuing you, I have started exercising and also practiced yoga with a teacher in my spare time. However, my conditions are very average. I am still not flexible enough, and I can't do many poses properly."
Bai Tang stepped on the last piece of trouser leg. He walked from the back to the front step by step, with his eyes downcast and not daring to look east.
"You're looking for death." Xiangdong panted, squeezing out a few words from between his teeth.
Bai Tang pulled Xiangdong's big hand and placed it on her face. Her trembling lips touched his ear with a small ring: "Be gentle. Don't hurt me too much."
Xiangdong's pupils shrank slightly, and the blood in his body solidified for a moment, and the next moment it became hot and uncontrollably, and his blood vessels were about to burst.
The mermaid in the dream wrapped her fish tail around him and said, "Be gentle, don't hurt me, I will give birth to a baby for you."
The mermaid overlapped with the beauty in front of me.
Xiangdong calmly put out the cigarette, grabbed Bai Tang's soft hair, put his palm down, fiercely and roughly pressed the back of his head, and bit the side of his neck, breaking the scabbed tooth marks again.
"It won't be easy." Xiangdong bit his wound, and a beast's panting and terrible desire came out of his throat. "You asked for it, so bear it for me."
A trickle of blood flowed down amid Bai Tang's cry of pain, and lay in the depression of his collarbone, trembling and extremely seductive.
The exiled immortal fell to the human world, and the devil whispered in his ear—
You'd better not cry and beg for mercy, or you will die.
Bai Tang spent the two days in Milan in the hotel room, and Xiangdong was there too.
Wen Qing acted as a tour guide and took Xiang Zimu and Fengli to eat all the delicious food in Milan, have fun, and take many photos. Later, he found some fun and happily gave them a box of strawberry-flavored chewing gum.
The group took a train to Venice two days later.
The art exhibition was even more high-end than Fengli had imagined. He had already put on the high-end suit bought for him by the literary youth, but he was still hesitant and couldn't live up to the aura.
Fengli's gaze moved from the painter with long flowing hair and noble attire, to the tall and handsome eldest brother, to the elegant and noble future sister-in-law, to Dr. Xiang, who was like a rare ink painting. As he looked all the way, the little self-confidence he had managed to retain was shattered into pieces.
Those guys were all very good-looking, and Pineapple didn’t dare to stand next to them.
Wen Qing came over and Fengli blurted out: "Brother Wen, I'm glad you're with me."
"Little Pineapple, what are you talking about?" Wen Qing smiled casually.
Cold sweat dripped from Fengli's forehead. Oh, mom, I said the wrong thing. He made up a story: "I mean, I have never seen such a big scene. I don't know what to do. Fortunately, you are here with me, Brother Wen."
Hipster put a smiling face close to the pineapple.
Pineapple's whole body was stiff. He felt that he smelled the blood and evil spirit of the wild ghost. By the time he reacted, he had already confessed.
The young man chuckled: "It's nothing, I'm telling you the truth. Look how scared you are. Honesty is more precious than gold these days. Little Pineapple, you have honesty, you can't lose it."
Pineapple nodded in a daze and said, "No, I won't lose it. Then could you please not get so close to me? I'm scared."
Wen Qing's expression became more hesitant. He seemed to have made a decision. He mustered up the courage and whispered, "Xiao Fengli, let me tell you something. I plan to have plastic surgery."
Fengli was stunned: "Ah? Plastic surgery? Why?"
"No, you don't make a living by your face." Fengli was a little anxious. Plastic surgery was very risky, and he didn't want his friends to run into that kind of thing. Besides, they were still taskers. If they entered the task point during plastic surgery, the scene would be unimaginable.
Fengli told Wen Qing about her worries. Seeing that he was determined to leave, he could not help but persuade him anxiously, "Really, Brother Wen, you are not ugly at all. You are just not as ugly as the painter boss and the others. It's nothing. Look at me. I am fine too. I am not a star. I am just average. Don't you think so? There is no need for plastic surgery. There is absolutely no need."
Wen Qing sighed: "Little Pineapple, you are such a good child."
Pineapple was startled, she was cheated!
The hipster pinched Pineapple's bulging cheeks: "So cute."
Pineapple kicked him angrily.
Wen Qing laughed out loud. His appearance was indeed not stunning, but he had an ability that people dared not underestimate.
Even if he laughed wantonly in such an occasion, the celebrity artists around him would not look at him with contempt. They would just glance at him and continue to appreciate the paintings.
The painter painted three works for Bai Tang, but only two of them are on display, both on the second floor.
Xiangdong came up alone. He couldn't move when he saw Bai Tang's paintings.
Bai Tang in the two paintings did not pose in an exaggerated manner, and his clothes were also normal. One painting was of the upper body, with incredibly delicate brushstrokes for his eyebrows and eyes, his plump lips raised, and a smiling light at the corners of his eyes, making people who look at the painting smile and be happy with him.
The background of the other painting is an old, mottled wall in a dim light, with Bai Tang's entire body painted inside. He looks back with a sad and confused look in his eyes.
Xiangdong had a feeling that Bai Tang was about to cry to him. He cursed under his breath a few times and glared fiercely at the spectators who were trying to reach out to touch Bai Tang.
The man was a gentleman. It was his first time to be fascinated by a painting. He realized the danger and came to his senses. He apologized politely but awkwardly to the person in the painting and left without staying any longer.
Xiangdong looked at the two paintings and felt like smoking.
Taking photos is prohibited in the exhibition, and Xiangdong did not bring his cell phone in. He put it away like everyone else. He really wants to take a picture of Bai Tang in the painting, but then, he hasn't decided yet.
Take a picture first, take a picture later.
Xiangdong was just about to look for the painter when the guy greeted a few foreigners and walked towards him.
Before the painter spoke to Xiangdong, he said, "I will give you these two paintings after the exhibition is over."
"Give it to me?" Xiangdong's words were stuck in his mouth, "Did I hear it right?"
The painter asked back: "No?"
"Yes, of course." Xiangdong teased, "You put so much effort into drawing this, and you're giving it to me for free?"
The painter patted Xiangdong on the shoulder with his gloved hand. He performed the gesture of brotherly love elegantly and gracefully. He lowered his head slightly and opened his light red lips: "Gift."
When Xiangdong heard this word, his expression suddenly became a little unnatural.
The painter took his hand back, took off one of his gloves, used the exposed hand to tidy up the few strands of hair that had fallen, and then put the glove back on: "I'll send you a red envelope to congratulate you later."
Xiangdong: “…”
"Actually, I personally think that you are not suitable to be Professor Bai's partner." The painter stood side by side with Xiangdong. He was a few centimeters taller, but his physique was not as strong and robust as Xiangdong's.
"Really?" Xiangdong didn't get angry, he said playfully, "Then which one is suitable for him?"
The painter said, "You are jealous, let's drop the subject here."
"Stop it now." Xiangdong pulled him by his suit, "Didn't you start this? Go on and explain it to me!"
The painter quickly pressed the spray and sprayed Xiangdong's face.
"You are too rude and too self-indulgent, Xiangdong," the painter moved away from Xiangdong, still spraying the spray on his suit, "Bai Tang's world is too far away from you, you can't break in."
Xiangdong laughed arrogantly and said, "Then I'm going to break in anyway!"
Bai Tang was standing on the stairs, breathing rapidly. His sore waist felt numb and heat lingered between his cheeks and heart. He didn't know how long he had been standing there.
The painter said he wanted to give him a gift, and that was this, Xiangdong’s words.
Bai Tang looked at Xiangdong, who had his back to him, his eyes full of love.
There is no need to break in. I am your prisoner and you can do whatever you want with me.
After an art exhibition that shocked both experts and laymen, Xiangdong and his group had a quick bite and took a boat across the island.
The painter wore an isolation suit over his silk clothes. It was a special one made of light and high-end material. He turned on his mobile phone on the boat, dealt with family affairs and started sending red envelopes. Chen Yang and Chao Jian were no longer on his list, but he still looked for them out of habit.
Xiangdong and his companions' cell phones were ringing.
Master Che Liu is caring for the people again, and the holy light above his head is very dazzling.
In such an atmosphere, Bai Tang took out his ID card and said that the tasker with a five-digit ID number could choose a partner. He suggested that everyone form a fixed team.
When this proposal came out, everyone responded differently.
Xiangdong, the painter, and Pineapple had no objections, but Xiang Zimu did not participate.
"Then Dr. Xiang, if you change your mind and want to participate, come to us." Fengli said, "You can do it anytime."
Xiang Zimu smiled faintly: "Okay."
"Hey," Wen Qing took a sip of coffee and said embarrassedly, "I can't do it either." He would not do the task well, and teaming up with them would only harm them.
So don't harm these people.
But if they encounter it randomly, then it depends on their luck.
If he was in a good mood at that time, everyone would be happy.
The atmosphere on the boat was a little quiet. They came together because of Chen Yang, but none of them followed Chen Yang to complete the mission.
Among them, Xiangdong and Wenqing have collaborated with Chen Yang the most times.
To the east are the train station, the small town, and the old building; to the east are the train station, the beach, and the campus for the literary youths. They have all worked with Chen Yang three times, while the others have basically only worked once or twice.
The ones before reset do not count.
Now that Chen Yang, the backbone, has been removed, it is not easy for everyone to unite together.
Xiang Zimu and Wen Qing's choices were within Xiangdong's expectations. Currently, they only recognized Chen Yang. If Chen Yang was not there, they would not fully commit to this team.
This is not something that is hard to accept. Being a partner means handing over your life and death and your back to others. It depends on fate and it is not something that anyone can do.
"Zhao Yuan is willing." Fengli said after chatting with Zhao Yuan on WeChat.
"That's the five-man team." Wen Qing clapped his hands sincerely. "Congratulations." His face was full of excitement. "Today is a good day. Let's go have a drink later."
"Every day is a good day for you." Xiangdong kicked him, "If you want to drink, go drink it yourself. I will definitely not accompany you today."
Wen Qing sighed hurtly: "As the saying goes, one should never forget the well digger when drinking water. You have taken the beauty home and you have forgotten the brotherhood, right? Why don't you think about who helped you attack that night? Really, Dongzi, I don't know what to say to you, hey."
Xiangdong’s expression was unbearable to look at.
Seeing that Wen Qing was still talking, Xiangdong became angry and caused the boat to shake violently from side to side.
"Oh, Professor Bai is seasick, how pitiful." Wen Qing said sympathetically.
Xiangdong glanced at Bai Tang, whose face was pale. He immediately sat back and glared at Wen Qing.
The hipster is interested in his pen.
Xiangdong almost rolled his eyes to the sky.
"I sent some exterior pictures of the houses in the group. They are all single-family houses with four islands and six floors. You can see which one is suitable for the team to live in." The painter put away his phone and said.
After looking at the pictures, Xiangdong and the others said nothing. Dozens of villas? Is this called a little
"Painter, do you also eat grains?" Pineapple couldn't help but ask the question of a poor common people.
Painter: “…”
"He eats diamonds." Wen Qing said seriously.
Looking east, he saw Pineapple and the hipsters quarreling. He leaned on the guardrail and looked at the sky. After a while, he would tell the painters about the reset.
Hopefully the five-man team can get away.
Glancing to the left at Xiang Zimu, Xiangdong repeated what Fengli had said to him: "You can join us anytime you want."
Xiang Zimu put one hand in the water, feeling the water flowing through her fingers, just like the time in her past life, which she couldn't hold on to and had long since left her: "I don't want to now."
This is not a final statement. The future is unknown and anything is possible.
Xiangdong felt that if he met Lao Chen one day, he could tell him with confidence that he had done what he had asked him to do, because Xiang Zimu's soul had broken out of the ground and returned to the sunlight.
At around four o'clock in the afternoon, everyone accompanied Pineapple to St. Mark's Square to see the pigeons.
Bai Tang stood in front of the church and asked Xiangdong to take a few photos for him as a souvenir. The wind messed up his hair, and the hair on his forehead brushed across his eyebrows from time to time, but it did not affect his gaze at the person he loved.
"The light over there is not good." Xiangdong looked around with the camera, trying to find a place with good light for him.
Bai Tang secretly took a photo of Xiangdong who was thinking about him.
"Go there." Xiangdong pointed to a place. Bai Tang came back to his senses and went to a window display he had chosen for him.
The exquisite ornaments in the window could not conceal Bai Tang’s elegance.
In a shop, Wen Qing accompanied Fengli to look at various small gadgets made of glass. He glanced at Xiangdong who was taking pictures of Bai Tang from stepping back, to squatting down to take pictures, and then to kneeling on one knee.
The whole process was so natural that the person taking the photo didn't realize that the person being photographed looked like she was being proposed to.
"Brother Wen, you are so jealous." Fengli climbed up and put her head close to Wen Qing's.
Just as the hipster was about to set up the stage to perform, he was interrupted by a surprising voice.
"Mr. Shao!"
A middle-aged, overweight man strode over, the greasy fat on his face shaking because of his walking speed. He went straight to the literary youth, his eyes were as if he saw God, and behind him was his lover who was carrying large and small bags, panting and catching up in high heels.
"I didn't expect to meet you here," the middle-aged man said excitedly and awkwardly, "Are you here for a trip?"
The coin between the hipster's fingers turned a few times.
"I come here often and I have my own place. Would you like to come over and sit for a while?" The middle-aged man's tone was sincere and expectant.
The hipster was still spinning the coin, neither talking nor laughing.
Fengli is a little scared of such young intellectuals. He finds that it is easier to get along with young intellectuals who are immersed in acting.
The young lover didn't know the situation. She held the sponsor's arm and whispered: "How can this person be so impolite..."
Before he could finish his words he was slapped in the face.
The middle-aged man took out a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Mr. Shao, I didn't discipline my people well. I hope you won't be angry. I'm leaving first. I'll come to your house and apologize in person another day."
"Have fun." The middle-aged man pulled the little lover off the ground.
Fengli swallowed and said, "Brother Wen, you're at work." Or he's the boss, you really can't tell.
Wen Qing returned to his usual smile: "Silly child, that fat pig just recognized the wrong person."
Fengli blinked, "Yes! Brother Wen's last name is Wen! That Mr. Shao is not him."
"That uncle mistook me for someone else. I'm not happy and don't want to talk to him." The hipster pouted, "I'm a hipster now."
"I was misidentified too," Fengli did not notice Wen Qing's choice of words, nor did she notice what the word "now" meant.
In a corner of the square, an old man was holding an easel and drawing portraits of tourists.
Xiang Zimu stood nearby, watching the painter compose the picture, draw the line draft, and sketch out a face and a story bit by bit.
"Would you like to try it?" asked the painter.
Xiang Zimu shook his head.
The tourist took the painting away, the small stool became empty, and the painter sat on it.
There was a hint of surprise in Xiang Zimu's eyes.
An artist who had just held an art exhibition actually asked a painter on the street to paint him.
The painter let the old man speak freely in Italian, and he switched to Chinese and said: "Life is about experience."
Xiang Zimu curled the corner of his lips slightly. As a severe mysophobia patient, can he experience life
"Yes." The painter guessed her thoughts, "As long as you are willing to try."
Xiang Zimu lowered his eyes and remained silent for a while, then raised his head and said, "Then I will draw one too."
When Wen Qing brought Feng Li over, the painter had already finished the portrait, and the old man was painting Xiang Zimu. He liked to paint the eyes first.
For him, eyes are the soul of a model.
Xiang Zimu's eyes were so beautiful, the black and white were clear like a baby's, clean and pure, and untainted by the world.
The old man praised the painting as he went on, and the painter translated it for Xiang Zimu.
Xiang Zimu didn't care about her appearance, and she had heard similar voices many times, but her indifference didn't last as long as usual. This time it only lasted for a few seconds. She raised her flawless face and said to the painter standing next to the old man, "Say thank you for me."
The painter told the old man on her behalf.
"Little Pineapple, take a picture of yourself." Wen Qing returned the painter's portrait to him, with his hands covered in lead dust.
Pineapple: "Okay, okay!"
"Brother Wen, let's do it together. Painter, can you help us ask if we can draw a group photo?" Fengli was eager to try.
The painter didn't ask, but the hipster could speak Italian.
However, Wen Qing showed no sign of speaking. Like Fengli, he looked at the painter excitedly, waiting for an answer.
Pineapple's mood and expression are real, while the hipster's are just pretending.
The painter glanced at the young man, then turned and asked the old man, revealing the answer.
"Sure! That's great. I'll go call the boss and Professor Bai and ask them if they want to draw!" Pineapple ran into the square in a hurry, and pigeons flew everywhere he passed.
Even though there was a painter in the team, everyone still patronized the old man's business.
Time passed too fast, the sun sank silently, and he walked eastward while showing Bai Tang the photos he had taken. Behind him was Xiang Zimu, who was wearing a mask and holding a yo-yo in his hand, introducing her to the painters of the Renaissance who created amazing works.
Pineapple was taking pictures of them from behind, and with every "click" sound, a picture was frozen.
The hipster was chewing gum and walking slowly at the end. He made a pistol shape with his hand and waved it casually at the tourists: "biu, biubiu, biubiubiu, biubiubiubiu."
"Brother Wen, stop biu, let's go--" Pineapple in front turned around and shouted, while also taking a picture of the childish innocence played out by Wen Qing.
Wen Qing made a gesture of putting the gun back into the holster behind his waist. He blew big pink bubbles, smiled, opened his arms, and strode towards the team.
"Hey guys, here I come!"
On August 17, 2025, in Venice, Italy, a large group of pigeons flapped their wings in the colorful light of the sunset, flew over their heads, and flew towards the orange-red sky.
They are still on the way.