His mother also gave Butterfly a silk scarf and a freshly knitted white sweater that day.

The butterfly didn't take it to heart, and when the silk scarf was worn at work, it was recognized by a colleague in the unit with poisoned eyes and said that it was a top brand, and this silk scarf was worth a lot of money. Later, the butterfly was never worn again, and it was collected in the closet, and now it has only become a thought.

"To your brother's house? This, this isn't so good, right? Butterfly stuttered a little as she spoke.

"There's a barbecue tonight." The corner of Zhuang Yousheng's mouth twitched. Then he continued, "Since you want to invite me to dinner, I think you might as well come and have a barbecue with you." It's also like you're repaying my favor. As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the butterfly. The look was so imperious, so certain, it was obvious that the butterfly was no longer allowed to make any changes.

The butterfly sat in the car and didn't speak for a long time. She didn't know what to say, but fortunately he was very attentive while driving, and he didn't talk to her, and was silent all the way.

The butterfly sighed secretly and thought: What is this? What kind of barbecue did you go to someone's house to eat like this inexplicably? His brother's family doesn't think we're that or what?

Butterflies simply don't want to think about it, it's too embarrassing. Fortunately, today's butterflies have grown a lot after all, and they will no longer be as willful as they were back then.

Although his heart was full of unhappiness and awkwardness, he still showed calm on his face. It's just that in her heart, only she knows that it is called turning the river and the sea, her mind is tossing, how embarrassing it is to meet, what kind of eyes will her brother and sister-in-law use to look at her, how restrained she is when eating together, etc., the more she thinks about it, the more awkward it becomes.

Suddenly, Zhuang Yousheng glanced at her and asked softly, "What do you want?" ”

The butterfly suddenly came to her senses and said, "Didn't think about anything? ”

Zhuang Yousheng said in a light and almost completely untoned tone: "My brother and sister-in-law are very good people, you don't have to be afraid." ”

The butterfly felt like a mosquito crying: "I just don't think it's okay to be reckless like this, and besides, it doesn't seem reasonable for me to go to your house to eat empty-handed and not prepare anything." ”

Zhuang Yousheng is also an unconventional person by nature, in his opinion, these messy etiquette can be directly ignored, just have a meal. So he seemed very indifferent and said, "Don't pay attention to these things." ”

The butterfly was a little angry, and secretly thought, you don't mind, it doesn't mean that others don't mind. Everyone in this world has one idea, how can there be so many people who need to deal with it? This person seems to have been trained for half a lifetime, why is he so unreasonable?

"Why don't we still-" Before he could say much in the second half, Zhuang Yousheng said there: "It's almost there." ”

The butterfly froze there.

Zhuang Yousheng said to himself: "Actually, there are some other reasons for you to come. ”

Well, this is a set after a set, and I am like a prey, and I take the initiative to come to the door to be covered. The butterfly bit her lip and listened to what he had to say.

"The last time Lin Motian asked me to paint a picture for you, do you remember?"

The butterfly suddenly remembered, it was a dinner after the year, Lin Motian didn't know why he suddenly proposed to ask Zhuang Yousheng to paint a butterfly. Butterfly repeatedly shirked at that time and said: No need.

Lin Motian put on a venerable tone and said: Xiao He, if you want it, let Yousheng paint you a painting, Yousheng, this matter will be handed over to you.

He is a master, a senior, he is used to commanding, who dares to take his words seriously? If you really don't take it seriously, maybe one day he will give you a good look.

In fact, Zhuang Yousheng didn't have a good impression of butterflies at that time, he didn't feel anything at all, and he was a little upset when he heard this, but in front of so many old-timers in the painting world, he couldn't refute his face, so he reluctantly agreed. But afterwards, I was looking for excuses to postpone again and again, and I wanted everyone to forget about it.

The butterfly was just strange at the time, this was originally Lin Motian who said that he wanted to paint himself, and he also asked her to stand at a few different angles in his studio to observe the selection of scenes, why did he suddenly throw this ball to Zhuang Yousheng all at once.

Later, when I thought about it, Lin Motian had a lot of respectful things, and the package of activities in the painting world alone was enough for him to be busy, and he had to mix with various other attendance activities, and he was bumpy in all kinds of spotlights all day long, how could he have the heart and leisure to carry a paintbrush? It's just that I may feel that I promised myself at the beginning, and it's not good to be yellow like this.

Actually, butterflies don't want to paint anything at all.

It's been a few months, and the butterflies have already left the matter on the island of Java. I don't want Zhuang Yousheng to suddenly mention it, so that she is not surprised.

"I don't think there's any need for this, I think Mr. Lin just said it casually at the time, you don't have to take it to heart." The butterfly tries to make itself appear uncaring.

"But I don't think so. Now that I'm here today, I'd like to draw some sketches first. ”

The butterfly suddenly couldn't help but cry: "I don't paint nudes. ”

Her sudden cry surprised Zhuang Yousheng. But soon laughed, this time it was a real laugh. The tone seemed to be gentle: "Don't worry, I didn't mean that." ”

Yes, of course Zhuang Yousheng has this idea.

He forgot how many years ago he had painted nudes, and that was when he was in school in the United States, and some of the models at that time were American girls, some indigenous girls, and some black girls, with shiny black skin, but they were tight and fine like black pearls in the deep sea.

When it comes to skin, the skin of a white girl really can't be compared to a black girl.

There are girls all over the world, blonde, brown, and black, whether they are born good or bad, in his eyes, it is only their three-dimensional bodies that he admires, not the face. The face means nothing to him.

So even in the face of the naked body, he has no evil thoughts at all, it is no different from an apple on it, you just have to figure out how to express the beauty of your soul on the drawing paper from the level of light and shadow and all kinds of details.

Art does not tolerate the slightest evil thought.

Therefore, Zhuang Yousheng has always been very sacred to nude paintings.

Nudity does not represent lust. In the world of painting, Zhuang Yousheng makes a clear distinction between art and lust. He also wanted to paint a nude painting of his wife, which was not obscene in American art circles, but a high-style fashion and taste.

But by that time, his wife had already left, and the shadow that had been tossing and turning in his thoughts had become obscure and blurred, and could no longer appear clearly under his brush.

Over the years, he rarely painted a woman again.

Lately, though, he has been tempted to paint women.

Since that night, he felt compelled to draw the girl. The girl in front of me who has a plain taste. Because he didn't understand it, it was mysterious, so he was even more interested.

In addition to being busy with outside work for a while, he did draw some sketches when he returned to the studio, but he was not satisfied, and always felt that something was missing.

Zhuang Yousheng looked at the butterfly that had quieted down after calling, and wanted to laugh in private, as for being so nervous? If I want to draw a nude woman, I can't find someone at hand, so why force it on you?

Zhuang Yousheng unnaturally returned to his usual indifference, he felt from the bottom of his heart that she looked down on him and looked down on him, which made him a little unhappy.