Lan Qing had a dream that night, dreaming of a winter butterfly, fluttering its wings vigorously in the cold wind, and finally gradually weakened, falling into the snow, the remaining strength made it wave its wings for the last time in the ice and snow, the thin body trembled in the snow, the gorgeous butterfly wings fanned off pieces of phosphorus powder, and slept eternally in the white night and eternal day.

Jiang Rin still stayed in the studio as always, sitting all day, he occasionally asked Lan Qing to be a model, but he didn't show her how the painting was at all.

"Why don't you show me? Do you paint me ugly? Lan Qing stood on tiptoe and climbed on Jiang Rin's body, looking at it, wanting to see what Jiang Rin had drawn.

Jiang Rin's eyes were half-bent, and she chuckled, holding her waist to make it difficult for her to walk, "No, it's not finished yet." ”

"Can't see the semi-finished product?"

“…… Well. Jiang Rin hesitated slightly, but finally affirmed her statement.

"Okay." Lan Qing gave up the idea of wanting to see it, and stood back in place, she hooked Jiang Rin's shoulder, leaned on him, and muttered, "Stingy." ”

"And what do you say?" Jiang Rin asked her with a smile.

His chin rested on Lan Qing's head, his burning breath surrounded, and the fingers holding her waist rubbed ambiguously, forcing Lan Qing's reflexive body to tremble, and hurriedly said, "Don't look at it, don't look at it......"

There's always a chance to see it.

Lan Qing avoided Jiang Rin's small movements, trotted all the way back to the living room, nestled on the sofa, pretended to be well-behaved, spread her hands and said, "Painter Jiang, you continue to paint." ”

Jiang Rin was amused by her, his hands in his pockets, a white shirt lined him delicately and picturesquely, and his eyebrows and eyes were gentle.

That is, she seems to be a relatively gentle and lazy person, and she is tortured so much that she has to cry and beg for mercy every night, which seems to be far from enough for Jiang Rin, but she can't bear it anymore.

"By the way, I saw that the shower gel in the bathroom yesterday is gone, do you want to go down and buy it together?" Lan Qing brought up another thing.

Jiang Rin lowered his eyes, his eyes darkened slightly, "No, I'll buy it later." ”

"Oh." A bright smile bloomed on Lan Qing's face, "Then you go and go back quickly, by the way, I also have something here for you to buy." ”

With that, Lan Qing ran to the bedroom, solemnly handed over the list of things to buy that he had written before, two large pages, and stared at him with a reverent gaze that watched the strong man go on the expedition, "Please." ”

It was Jiang Rin who deliberately didn't let her out.

Lan Qing knew that she was like a butterfly trapped in a net, and since the heavy rain that day confessed her heart, she had no way to escape.

"Hmm." Jiang Rin's slender fingers gently folded the two pieces of paper, he attached himself slightly, and gave a small peck in front of Lan Qing's forehead, leaving a warm breath, "I'll be back soon." ”

Lan Qing pursed her lips and nodded.

"Wait until I get back." After Jiang Rin finished speaking, he looked at Lan Qing, and saw Lan Qing holding his arm, and said hello in a long tone, before he went to change his shoes and prepare to go out.

Lan Qing waved at him, "Come back early, remember to buy all the things, otherwise it will be very troublesome." ”

Jiang Rin nodded and slowly closed the door, Lan Qing stood at the door, pondered for about a second, her eyes stayed at the door for a moment, and after confirming that Jiang Rin had really taken the elevator downstairs, she slowly lowered her head and muttered in a low voice, "I'm sorry." ”

In the next moment, her figure disappeared from the gate.