Temporary Bodyguard

Chapter 132: Extra

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Extra 1 Studio

Gao Yusheng did not want the property left by his father, but gave it to his younger brother, and he still lived in Yutang Bay.

Zhai Chen has visited every corner of the house in Yutang Bay, except for the studio that has been locked. Everyone has their own little secrets. This Zhai Chen understands that even people who share the same bed need to reserve some space. Therefore, even if he lived in this house as the owner, he never opened that studio.

But there are always surprises.

On this day, Zhai Chen was feeding chickens in the backyard when he saw a wild cat get in through the open window of the studio, and hurried over to chase. The studio is full of precious paintings that are bestowed by God, how can it be good if they are damaged.

Zhai Chen leaned on the window and stretched out his hand to tug at the cat's tail. The cat was very cunning. It slid into the underside of the easel and knocked over the brush holder next to the easel.

"Little beast, wait for Lao Tzu." Zhai Chen supported the windowsill, turned over and climbed in.

The cat huddled under the shelf to look at him, wagging its tail in an attempt to provoke. Zhai Chen moved his fingers, approached gently, and grabbed the little thief with a move of the monkey fishing moon.

"Meow!" The cat suddenly became nervous, and the fur on its back suddenly blew up, jumped up, and dashed to the top of the cabinet with its four claws.

Zhai Chen grabbed the easel and the tragedy of the paper falling on the paint tray did not happen. But the picture clip on the cabinet was smashed, kicked off by the cat's claws, and the paintings inside fell out, spreading all over the floor.

"Ancestor!" Zhai Chen gritted his teeth, jumped up, grabbed a cat's leg firmly, threw the uninvited guest out of the window with a cat-killing scream, and closed the screen again.

Looking back at the chaotic room, it was almost two big. According to Gao Yusheng's character, these paintings must be in order, and now he must be in a mess. This guy from Guatian Li, if he said that he hadn't peeked at these paintings, he wouldn't believe it himself.

Forget it, find it out. Pack things up first to avoid getting wet, and give Gao Yusheng a call later.

The one that landed on the top was a starry sky map, which was very beautiful. It's not as rich and colorful as the world famous painting, nor is it depicting the "fight of disaster" of meteors, it looks more like the starry sky they watched from the roof when they were children. On the pure black screen, there are countless stars scattered with different light and shade, and different sizes. At the bottom of the field of vision is a dense canopy of trees and a small hand pointing to the sky.

The second one is a forest. The forest is overgrown, with dead branches and leaves covering the ground. Under a tree that was not very straight, a small circle was surrounded by branches and rattan, and inside was a little fluffy yellow chicken.

The third photo is of a flat field, and several little boys in tattered and dirty clothes are forming a circle to take cards. One of the children is very different from the surrounding people. He is very white and cleaner than the people around him. He seemed to have won, and was raising a hand to cheer, but his eyes were looking out of the picture, that is, at the person who painted.

This is the life he and Tianci lived in that village. Zhai Chen doesn't have such a detailed memory anymore, and now it seems to be quite interesting. There is a date on the back of the painting, and it was painted two years ago. I can't believe how the guy remembers it so clearly.

Put them back in place one by one, and glanced at the picture clips next to them. This one looks a bit old, and the year is written on the casing. It was painted by Yusheng when he was 12 years old.

It shouldn't be a secret that children draw it, right? Zhai Chen's heart was itching unbearably, so he made an excuse for himself and stretched his claws to the old picture folder.

The brushstrokes in the paintings here are obviously very immature, and most of them are not colored, but are drawn with pencils. And the content of the painting…

In the first, a few little boys took cards on the ground.

The second picture, in the bushes of the woods, a little yellow chicken.

The paintings in the whole easel are exactly the same as those in the previous picture folder. Only the painting method is different, and the details are slightly different.

Zhai Chen was stunned, and looked at another picture clip. The 14-year-old clip was exactly the same; the 16-year-old clip was exactly the same.

This guy, every other year, repaints all the paintings. And all the paintings are recording their life in the mountain village. As if afraid of forgetting, I repeat it over and over again, adding details over and over again.

"I like my brother so much." Zhai Chen covered his heart, feeling that this behavior was extremely cute and heart-wrenching.

Putting the album back together, Zhai Chen took out his mobile phone and was about to talk to Yu Sheng when he accidentally entered this studio. After sowing the number, he glanced at the unfinished transformation on the easel, and his mouth gradually grew.

It was a brightly colored painting with a naked man lying on a pile of soft fabric in the background. That's right, it's a naked man! The slender and fair body is slightly arched, the beautiful muscles are tensed tightly, and the expression on his face is more like pain than joy.

This picture is really wonderful. Just finishing the upper body almost made Zhai Chen hard. If the face on this picture is not his own...

"Little bastard, it's no wonder that I have been prevented from entering this room, co-authoring and secretly drawing my brother's yellow picture?" Zhai Chen laughed angrily, and directly said what was in his heart.

"… elder brother?"

The phone does not know when it has been connected.

Zhai Chen got stuck for a moment: "cough, what, just a wild cat climbed into the studio, I'll catch the cat."

"Click." The door opened from the outside, and Gao Yusheng had already entered the room, with the phone in his ear, standing at the door of the studio looking at him: "That, it's a work of art, not a yellow picture."

The voices came from the air and the phone respectively, and the double effect made Zhai Chen stay in place.

Both were a little embarrassed. I don't know which is more embarrassing to break into a forbidden area or steal a yellow picture.

"Since my brother saw this, there is nothing that can't be entered in this house."

"Just paint. You've seen it everywhere. I'm not afraid of you painting."

The voices of the two sounded at the same time, looked up at each other, and laughed together. Zhai Chen walked over and hugged Mr. Gao, who had red ears, into his arms: "Tsk, you like me so much, it's not enough to kiss me on the bed, do you have to paint it for aftertaste? Why don't you take a few photos and save them? on the phone?"

Hearing this, Gao Yusheng's eyes lit up: "Is it okay?"

"Of course not!" Zhai Chen knocked on his head, "What if I lose my phone one day?"

"What you said just now." Gao Yusheng said aggrievedly while covering the place where he was knocked.

Zhai Chen couldn't help laughing, raised his hand and rubbed Mr. Gao's elite head into a chicken coop. Gao Yusheng wasn't annoyed either, he walked over with his head on his head and sorted out the picture albums on the bookshelf: "Have you seen these, brother?"

"No..." Zhai Chen looked at the ceiling with a guilty conscience.

Gao Yusheng raised his eyebrows and took out a book: "These were all drawn when I was a child. When I was the most ill, I used to draw them to survive. I thought, as long as I don't forget these, I will always find you."

Relying on this little remaining warmth, he survived the cold winter of autism. If you are so obsessed with a brother who is not related by blood, if you change it, you will definitely think that he is insane. Fortunately, the other party is Zhai Chen, who also regards him as the only brother Xingxing.

Zhai Chen sighed, raised his hand and smoothed the messy hair: "I don't need to paint in the future, I want to make you a memory now."

"Then, I want the memory of taking pictures without clothes." Gao Yusheng said seriously.

"Hey? Push your nose on your face, right? I think your skin is itchy."

"… "

After the operation, Zhai Mengmeng, who returned to a normal child, returned from kindergarten in a Maserati. I drove all the way to the living room, took off the cool and handsome children's sunglasses, and got off the car dashingly. When I looked up, I saw my uncle and aunt were kissing in the studio, and instantly put on the sunglasses again.

King Zhai sighed and went to the next child to go racing. Wanting to be a Mingjun, Daming Palace has become a wine pond and a meat forest, which is not suitable for children, and the widow can only temporarily avoid it. Alas!

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