"I don't believe that there is any woman in this world who will not declare to break up with her boyfriend after seeing her boyfriend lying naked on the bed with another man... Well..." Chu Tianshu suddenly showed an excited look. smile, "Shall I get ready?"
Chu Tianshu leaned against the dog's body, paralyzed on the sofa in the posture of Ge You, playing with the phone with his two paws.
His eyes were bright, as if he was looking for something. Not long after, the voice of "My husband, say something, my husband!!" came from the mobile phone.
Lin Huai: ...
… I shouldn't have asked his advice. Lin Huai thought silently.
Chu Tianshu: "Don't you think it's okay?"
Chu Tianshu's expression really deserves a beating no matter how you look at it. The veins on Lin Huai's forehead twitched: "Are you serious?"
Chu Tianshu: "I love you, and I am willing to bear the pain of being misunderstood for you. Okay."
Lin Huai: ...
Finally, he smiled.
"... But you are a dog now." He said briskly, scratching Chu Tianshu's head, "So, let me bear this pain for you."
Chu Tianshu:? ?
Lin Huai watched Chu Tianshu spray on the spot.
He stood up from the sofa almost instantly, and the hair all over his body exploded: "No!"
Lin Huai raised his eyebrows.
Chu Tianshu: "No no no no no no no no no no!!!"
"But I love you." Lin Huai said, "I am willing to bear this pain for you."
Chu Tianshu: "No, no, no!!!"
Lin Huai: "Then you can do it? Uh huh? I want to go, so what can you do?"
Chu Tianshu: ...
He was immediately discouraged and slumped on the sofa. After a while, he got off the sofa, bit Lin Huai's clothes corner, and raised his face pitifully: "I will cry."
Lin Huai: "..."
Chu Tianshu: "Woooooooooooo."
Lin Huai: "..."
Chu Tianshu squeezed his throat: "My wife, say something, my wife!"
The corner of Lin Huai's mouth twitched, but he was finally defeated by his shamelessness.
"Knock knock knock."
There was a knocking sound on the glass window, and Lin Huai followed the sound, and the person who appeared outside the window turned out to be a painter.
It's different from the other residents who are dancing with demons. In the past nearly twenty days, only this painter's life has been quite normal.
He went out to parties normally and was kind to people. He will open the door for everyone, even if he takes the elevator, he will press the "keep open" button until the last person enters the elevator.
Everyone was full of praise for him, and everyone thought he was very personable. Lin Huai once inquired about the painter with the 601 woman, and all she got were compliments.
"... Someone who has a bad relationship with him? The enemy?" The 601 woman thought for a long time, then shook her head, "I don't know... I think everyone has a good relationship with him?"
"He loves art, has a gentle personality, is kind to others, is personable, and cares about health and public affairs... If every neighbor is like him, then the world will definitely be a better place." The 601 woman finally concluded.
Lin Huai later also asked several other neighbors who were able to communicate normally, and the answers he got were similar.
But in this haunted apartment, "normal" itself is abnormal.
And for some reason, Lin Huai always felt that the way this person looked at him was weird.
Lin Huai opened the window: "What's the matter?"
Outside the window, the painter's smile was still gentle: "Let me get the express delivery."
As he spoke, he took the initiative to add: "The previous paint is used up."
Lin Huai handed him the cardboard box. At the moment when he handed over the cardboard box, the artist suddenly said: "Your chin has a little ink on it."
Lin Huai glanced at his own shadow in the glass, and realized that it should have been left when writing the courier register. He said casually: "Just wipe it off."
The painter smiled, and suddenly stretched out his finger...
The moment his fingertips were able to brush against Lin Huai's chin, a group of black and white hairy shadows jumped up.
"Wow!!!"
Painter: ...
Lin Huai: ...
The husky jumped up and licked Lin Huai's chin, taking away the ink. At the same time, it turned around and gave the painter a hard look.
"Pooh!!"
It made a sound like vomiting, and then jumped off the table again.
painter:…
Lin Huai: ...
"Your dog is very lively." The painter quickly adjusted his expression, and he looked understanding again, "It reminds me of elves in the mountains, and it is like a pinch of small flames. You You know? Inspiration is sometimes a small flame. When these small flames come together, they form... "
Lin Huai: "Explosion, art is explosion?"
painter:…
He smiled slightly: "Your words are really interesting. I like interesting people very much. They are like stars, shining bright stars. These stars form the starry sky, and the brilliance of the starry sky. The source of inspiration for every artist is Such a universe...”
Chu Tianshu let out a "vomit" under the desk.
Lin Huai kicked it lightly with the tip of his toe, which was more like a rubbing comfort than a kick. With an expression of admiration on his face, he continued: "The starry sky, what an elegant metaphor."
The painter nodded slightly: "Every star has a unique soul. After these souls become art, they have greater value."
Lin Huai: "Art?"
Seeing Lin Huai's curious appearance, the painter raised the corners of his mouth slightly, feeling a little satisfied in his heart: "The human body is three-dimensional, but no one can clearly explain the dimension of the soul. What an artist can do is to The soul, expressed in two dimensions…”
Lin Huai: "I roughly understand what you mean."
The painter nodded with a smile.
"So art is two-way foil and dimensionality reduction strike." Lin Huai commented, "Singer is the greatest artist ever..."
painter:…
Chu Tianshu laughed uncontrollably under the desk.
Lin Huai felt a little better when he saw the painter Shi Hua. As an artist who believes that explosions are art, what he hates the most is this kind of painter's long and sour prose, which is so sour that it seems to be helping the author's hydrology.
"Actually, I've always been curious about art," Lin Huai said casually, "but when I was a child... the family conditions were too poor."
As he spoke, he lowered his thick eyelashes, and under the eyelashes were a pair of sad eyes.
"... When I was nine years old, my parents divorced. Although they often quarreled before they divorced, I even opened a bet with my friends on when they would divorce. I bet on when they were eight years old." Lin Huai said casually. Said, "On the day my mother left, I watched her away taxi for a long time at the street corner until she completely disappeared from my retina. After a block, I was even more sad."
painter:…
... The story of the parents' divorce is obviously worthy of sympathy, but why did this person tell it in such a way...
It's really hard to sympathize! !
Lin Huai continued: "...from this sad experience, I realized that I underestimated the endurance of adults, which was the reason for my failure. This sad experience allowed me to grow a little bit. Later, I My father found a woman and said, she is my stepmother... "
"...the stepmother hated me very much. In the final analysis, she wanted to make room for her own child. They often quarreled, and then I had to run away from home and go out to work. Unexpectedly, the first time I worked, I fell into the hands of a black-hearted foreman. inside… "
Chu Tianshu:
"Your plot..." He twitched the corner of his mouth.
"... He locked me in his house, oppressed me, squeezed me, tortured me, abused me, and made me grow many decayed teeth... This is a history of blood and tears that I can't bear to look back... Hiss..."
Something licked his ankle, Lin Huai's whole body trembled. With his right hand propped on the armrest of the seat, he tried his best to maintain his expression.
Lin Huai continued to say expressionlessly: "Later, I finally escaped from his grasp...uh..."
My calf is itchy.
"However, I never gave up my pursuit of art. I love art." Lin Huai quickly concluded his statement.
After saying this, he kicked under the table, and the kicked one stretched out his claws and hugged his ankle.
Lin Huai: ...
He eloquently fabricated his own tragic experience, and the painter also showed compassion in his eyes: "Yes, I knew you are a person with a story from the first time we met. If you are free, you can come to my house to have a look , I have collected many paintings... ”
Lin Huai said: "Speaking of paintings, I have collected many paintings before. I can use them to communicate with you."
The painter came interested: "What kind of painting?"
"Four beauties." Lin Huai didn't blink, "The painting shows four beauties, and the theme is plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum."
"Four Beauties..."
The painter seems to have never heard of Simeitu. However, he thought for a while and said again: "I will sweep the couch and wait."
Lin Huai: "Well, the couch is more troublesome, I'm afraid they won't be able to sit down."
painter:
Despite some doubts, the artist still made an appointment with Lin Huai to come to appreciate the painting the next afternoon. After the painter boarded the elevator, Chu Tianshu, who was hiding under the desk, also climbed out.
"... I don't know why." Lin Huai looked at this scene, and suddenly twitched his eyes, "I always feel that this scene doesn't fit Jinjiang... What the hell did you do just now?"
"Black foreman? Huh?" Chu Tianshu smiled playfully, "Pressing you? Huh?"
Lin Huai: "Artistic processing."
Chu Tianshu: "Jokes are not nonsense, and changes are not made up."
Lin Huai: ...
He touched his nose, and heard Chu Tianshu's voice again: "For example, in the history of blood and tears, I only remember tears, but no blood."
Lin Huai was confused: "What are you talking about?"
Chu Tianshu: "At the same time, I admit that I have been oppressed, but the oppressor... isn't you?"
Lin Huai: ...
It took him three minutes to realize that Chu Tianshu was playing hooligans on him. Before he had time to become angry, the other party had already fled away.
Lin Huai squatted behind the door and got angry for a while, and finally made a meaningful sound transmission to the other party.
"Whatever you want to say," he said casually, "Anyway, you are a dog now, so you can only show your prestige with your mouth."
Chu Tianshu: ...
Lin Huai was elated by beating his boyfriend hard, and got Simeitu the next day.
These four paintings were rolled together, and there was a bloody and ominous breath all over the body. Even Lin Huai could feel the trembling of resentment and resentment while holding them in his hands.
He went up to the third floor and knocked on the painter's door. The painter opened the door with great joy.
He quickly noticed the scroll in Lin Huai's hand: "What is this?"
"You will like this thing." Lin Huai smiled, "It is a very powerful painting."
The author has something to say: Brother Chu: Didi, get in the car
Lin Lin: You can't.
Brother Chu: The dog is crying