Wen Yu is still very concerned about the boy in his appearance, especially Ying Chen in his memory said he was ugly, which made him care about it.
Seeing Ying Chen's mobile phone filled with his 'ugly photos' now made him feel chills, and he seriously suspected that something was wrong with Ying Chen's aesthetics.
The teenager chose to delete without mercy, and warned: "In the future, without my permission, you are not allowed to take pictures of me."
"Don't delete it. It took a long time to take it."
Ying Chen stretched out his hand for a while, and the mobile phone that Wen Yu held firmly in his hand fell into Ying Chen's hand as if caught by an invisible line.
Ying Chen cherished looking at the ugly photos on the phone, as if he was looking at the things he missed the most in this world, and said, "You are often not at home, and it makes me feel better to look at your photos when I miss you."
"Then you can't look at these photos, it's too ugly! You can't keep them!"
Wen Yu jumped over to grab him, and swiftly rushed over. When he caught the phone in Ying Chen's hand, he saw Ying Chen smiling at him and disappearing on the spot.
Wen Yu: "?? Ying Chen?"
"At this."
Ying Chen's voice with a joyful smile sounded behind him, shaking the phone lightly in his hand, slightly able.
Got tricked.
When Wen Yu turned around and saw Ying Chen's appearance, he felt even more angry. He rushed over at a faster speed, "Give it to me."
However, Ying Chen's body was clearly held by him like a phantom, but it was able to disappear in his hands and let him fly away, and then appeared behind him or in other places in the room with a smile.
No matter how quick Wen Yu's shots were, he still couldn't catch Ying Chen like this. He shouted angrily: "Stop! You are bullying me just because you have supernatural powers."
Ying Chen was startled, and immediately appeared in front of Wen Yu: "No. Don't be angry, I just want to play with you..."
Wen Yu took the opportunity to grab his shoulder with one hand, and quickly snatched the phone from his raised hand with the other.
This is finally caught.
It's just because he used too much force, his body pressed heavily towards Ying Chen, and Ying Chen wrapped his arms around his waist in fear that he would fall, and took a few steps back in a cushioned manner. When his body hit the edge of the bed behind him, he persuaded the young man's thin waist to lie down on the bed.
As soon as Wen Yu grabbed the phone, before he had time to stand still, he immediately followed Ying Chen into the soft bed and lay on Ying Chen's body.
He knew that Ying Chen did it on purpose, so he simply got up and sat on top of him, holding his mobile phone as if in protest, and began to select and delete photos. Looking down at him ferociously: "Don't move around, wait until I delete all of these."
Ying Chen clasped his waist with both hands, stroking slightly: "Don't delete them all, can you leave some for me?"
"no."
Wen Yu said with a cold face: "In the future, you are not allowed to take pictures without my consent."
Ying Chen walked up with both hands: "Didn't you say, listen to me tonight?"
"One thing for one thing..."
Just as Wen Yu was halfway through his speech, he found a photo of him sleeping well. His facial features and facial curves were perfectly photographed.
He paused with his fingers: "Okay, keep this one, but tonight's agreement is gone."
Ying Chen paused, hesitant to pick up the phone.
Wen Yu: ... "I'll send you another photo of us together."
"it is good!"
Ying Chen was pleasantly surprised, the hand clasped around his waist was suddenly tightened, and then the world spun, Wen Yu switched places with him and fell onto the bed.
"I said it all, not tonight!" Wen Yu pushed him.
Ying Chen lay on top of him: "Didn't you take a picture?"
Wen Yu: "How can there be such a shot!"
"OK."
Ying Chen grabbed the boy's wrist with one hand and pressed down, bowed his head and kissed his flushed face.
---
Wen Yu quickly contacted Teacher Xia Mu through Rong Di. After several meetings and conversations, Wen Yu understood what a real artist is.
He already has an unusual talent in painting than ordinary people. Since he was a child, he has won awards in various painting art competitions and was admitted in advance by the S City Academy of Fine Arts. He thinks that his talent and polished painting skills will also allow him to quickly gain a foothold in the circle.
And after chatting with Xia Mu, let him know that there are many painters in this world who are as talented and more diligent as him. After recognizing the reality, Wen Yu's youthful and frivolous psychology was suppressed, and he began to ask for advice more humbly and worked hard to polish his painting skills.
These days, he is bored in the studio at home and rarely comes out except to eat and sleep.
Even Lin An was ignored by him, let alone Ying Chen.
Fortunately, Ying Chen wouldn't pester him hard. When he was painting, he would just sit beside him and watch silently. He would occasionally release some air-conditioning like a smart air conditioner, making the studio cool and cool on a sweltering August day.
"I have an appointment with Teacher Xia tonight, and I won't have dinner at home." Wen Yu put the last touches on the oil canvas, and said to Ying Chen who was sitting on the sofa next to him and looking at him boredly.
"To see Xia Mu again?" Ying Chen was rather dissatisfied.
"Yes, school will start soon. Taking advantage of the free time, Teacher Xia told me to meet some oil painting teachers. By the way, I still want to find time to thank your friend Rong Di for introducing Teacher Xia to me. During this period of time, I Really benefited a lot.”
Ying Chen didn't say anything, walked over and hugged him: "What time do you get home? Don't make me wait too long."
There was some pleading in the voice.
A god and demon who has lived for thousands of years is actually like a child.
Wen Yu smiled: "It's only a few hours. After I start school, I have to have half a month of military training. During that period, I can only live on campus every day. What do you do?"
Ying Chen: "I'll go to your school to sleep with you at night."
"do not."
Wen Yu refused while changing his clothes: "There are four roommates in one dormitory, and the slightest movement can be heard clearly. It's only half a month, you just wait for me at home."
Even if Ying Chen didn't speak, he knew that this man would definitely not stay at home honestly.
Forget it, as long as he doesn't make too much trouble and arouse the suspicion of classmates and teachers, he can let him go.
Wen Yu thought, the corners of his mouth curled uncontrollably.
A moment later, Ying Chen stood on the balcony on the second floor and watched the neatly dressed boy leave the house. After the thin and slender figure gradually came out of sight, the soft light in his eyes dissipated and gradually took on a gloomy color.
He picked up his mobile phone and dialed Rongdi, his voice was low and cold: "What is your purpose?"
Rong Di smiled at the other end: "I thought you called to thank me. What do you mean by asking endlessly?"
Ying Chen: "You'd better not let me know what tricks you have, or I won't forgive even you."
Xia Mu belongs to Rong Di, and his attitude towards Wen Yu represents Rong Di's attitude. He knows Rongdi's character, he is more cold-blooded and ruthless than himself. Being nice to Wen Yu for no reason is not Rong Di's style of dealing with things.
unless otherwise indicated.
Rong Di sneered: "So cautious? Are you afraid that I will do something to your little cutie? Do I have such a great ability to harm him under your nose! If you are so guarded against your old friend, you are not afraid of hurting your old friend's heart." .”
Ying Chen was unmoved, he had waited a thousand years to get today, he had to be more cautious.
Before hanging up the phone, he still warned in a cold voice: "Don't forget, you also have a human like Xia Mu. If something happens to my Wenyu, you will only bear it twice."
--
Seven o'clock in the evening, downtown bar.
When Wen Yu arrived, several people were sitting in the bar drinking and laughing together.
The one in the middle is Xia Mu. In his thirties, he dressed casually and had disheveled hair. As soon as he got closer, he could still smell the smell of ink emanating from his body.
Those who don't know him think that this person is slovenly, but those who know him are attracted by his wanton attitude and talent.
Wen Yu hurried over, nodded slightly to the people around you, and apologized: "I'm sorry, Teacher Xia, for keeping you waiting."
Xia Mu was drinking with a goblet, and he saw that he was waving quickly: "You are not late, we have come early to drink first. How about it, do you want a drink too?"
Wen Yu came to ask for advice, afraid of getting drunk and losing his temper, so he declined with a smile, "No, I'd better have a drink."
Wen Yu's complexion is very fair, handsome and sharp, especially when he has a polite smile on his face, and it is especially attractive under the dark and charming bar lights.
Several men and women sitting there looked at Wen Yu, and some people had an unclear smile in their eyes: "Lao Xia, is this your new student? Or your new mannequin? Is it not easy to invite such a model?"
Xia Mu clicked his tongue and warned them: "My friend's children, don't make jokes."
He smiled and said to Wen Yu: "I haven't formally introduced you to them yet, don't mind. Come and sit here."
Wen Yu knew that these jokers were actually young teachers who were quite famous in the oil painting circle. After sitting next to Xia Mu, he introduced himself, "My name is Wen Yu, and I will be a student in the art department of S University soon, majoring in oil painting. Teachers, please give me your advice."
"Is it really just a student?"
There was some regret in the eyes of a woman, "Would you like Teacher Xia's model? Or come to my studio and be a model for me for a day. The salary is very high."
A young man opposite him smiled and said, "Sister Wu, you are a master of landscape painting, and now you are painting mannequins. Your purpose is not pure enough."
Another person said: "Okay, don't embarrass the grown-ups by being so shoddy, you blushed without looking at the handsome guy. Little brother, come to my studio in the future, and I guarantee that your portrait will be passed down to the world's major art museums immediately."
"Hahaha, Brother Zhang, your purpose is even more unsophisticated."
There was another burst of drunken hilarity.
Wen Yu: "..."
Xia Mu clapped his hands and signaled everyone to be quiet: "Sober up, let me tell you something, we can't afford to hire this kid together sitting here. Stop joking, my friend is not an ordinary person, let me talk about it again." I offended him, so I won't be able to hang around in the future."
He was half-joking and half-serious, but he could also let his friends understand that Wen Yu's background is not simple.
Wen Yu took out the award-winning works one by one, and introduced himself to them in detail. And also took out the works after receiving Xia Mu's guidance these days.
These people have a frivolous tone when joking, but they are unambiguous when they talk about professional business. They pointed out problems to Wen Yu, and after a chat, Wen Yu gained a lot of goodwill and channels for exhibiting works.
There are many talented and hard-working people in the art circle, but not all of them can easily recognize the top people like him, quickly enjoy the network resources, and take the first step to fame.
Wen Yu felt very lucky, and at the same time was grateful for Ying Chen, Rong Di and Xia Mu who brought him all this.
After more than an hour, everyone else dispersed. Xia Mu was already drunk, and asked with his disheveled hair, "Have you seen my work?"
Wen Yu: "I've seen it. I have seen your works every time they are exhibited."
Xia Mu asked him: "Then do you know what my famous work is called?"
Wen Yu: "... I know."
It is a work called "Youth". In the painting, it should be a small stream in a summer afternoon. A young man wearing a pair of swimming trunks is running in the stream. The bright afternoon sun shines in the spray of water.
Whether it is the curve of the body or the clear bones, it is an effect that cannot be restored by any camera no matter what. That work was sold for 200 million yuan and is currently on display in an art gallery abroad. The value also gradually increased with Xia Mu's fame.
Later, Xia Mu also painted a lot of works called "Youth". The boys in the paintings are all between eighteen and nine years old. Although they all have different faces, each one is full of youth and vitality.
"Paintings can freeze the age, but in reality, the human life span is only ten years or so, and you get old in a blink of an eye. The most beautiful age passes by in a flash, and you can't go back if you want to." Xia Mu looked at the bar with a cigarette in his hand The lamp on the lamp was talking alone, and the rising fireworks lingered behind him, his expression was full of melancholy.
From his words, Wen Yu thought of something that he had never thought of before, that Ying Chen had kept his current appearance for thousands of years.
And I will grow up and grow old year by year.