Syllable!

A crisp voice rang out in the room.

The plaster statue fell to the ground, falling apart, and the small fragments bounced up and hit Zhang Nanyan's ankle, which hurt a little.

Zhang Nanyan had only one thought in her head: Run! If you can't run, shout! There were other people living in the courtyard, and someone would hear her shouting.

A fierce electric guitar sound came, and a male voice sang hoarsely:

"I flew on that day,

It's raining red, blue, and black around me,

Round, square, triangular clouds,

Through my body,

The sun burns like fire......"

Anqiao sneered and said, "It's like fire, it's still donkey meat!" This guy hasn't opened for a few days, and he can eat everything.

Onkyo smiled, and the tense atmosphere loosened a little.

Anqiao looked at Zhang Nanyan's nervous posture, and then reacted: "Yan, what's wrong with you?" ”

Zhang Nanyan looked at him vigilantly, keeping her feet in a backward posture.

"You don't think I'm going to hurt you, do you?" Onkyo raised his hands in front of him: "I won't!" ”

Onkyo went to pull Zhang Nanyan's hand: "I just want you to see something." ”

Zhang Nanyan dodged his hand.

"Okay, you come with me."

Onkyo was in front and walked to another small room.

Zhang Nanyan hesitated, but still followed.

Onkyo rents the south house in the courtyard, which is a one-bedroom apartment, and there is a small room in the large room. Every time Zhang Nanyan comes, the door of the small room is closed, there is a curtain hanging in front of the door, the white base cloth is embroidered with magpie plum blossoms, the color is very bright, I don't know what embroidery method is used, the embroidered pattern is fluffy, it is three-dimensional and vivid, that is, the white curtain is a little yellowed, it should have been used for a long time.

Zhang Nanyan always thought that this small room should be the bedroom where Onkyo rested, so she was never curious about what it would look like inside.

Now, Onkyo opened the curtain and pushed the door open.

The light in the room was a little dim, there was a window high on the wall, it should be that the glass was dirty, and the light that came in was really limited, and Anqiao was blocking the front, Zhang Nanyan didn't see the scene in the house clearly.

However, the smell of paper pigments on his face made Zhang Nanyan in a trance.

Onkyo reached out to touch the electric light rope hanging from the wall, and with a "pop", the light came on.

Zhang Nanyan couldn't help but whisper: "Wow! ”

Yes, the room was horizontal, vertical, standing, stacked, full of paintings large and small. All the paintings are carefully covered with cloth.

"I painted it, I want you to see it......" Anqiao said as he walked over to a painting.

He looked at Zhang Nanyan nervously: "Are you ready?" ”

Zhang Nanyan nodded.

Ankyo rubbed his hands, swallowed and foamed, and slowly pulled the corner of the cover with his hand. But he didn't immediately pull the cover open, but stared at Zhang Nanyan's face tightly, paying attention to every change in her expression.

Being looked at by Onkyo like this, Zhang Nanyan couldn't help but get nervous, as if waiting for the announcement of a shocking masterpiece.

"My ideals,

Right at the end of the day,

Regardless of its icy, cold, stinging rain,

I've been rushing! ”

Onkyo was ruthless and pulled off the cover with force!

The white cloth rises and falls, and the vivid paintings reveal the whole picture......

The sound of the electric guitar tearing is getting higher and higher, and it seems that the string will break in the next second!

A pair of eyes "see" at the world, some passionate and some empty; Faces "watch" at the world, some young and some old; A "body" looks at the world, some are fit and some are bloated......

In the courtyard, the roaring voice was still roaring reluctantly:

"My ideals,

Just fly over that day,

My ideals,

It's like a fire burning,

My ideals,

Right at the end of the day,

Regardless of its icy, cold, stinging rain,

I've been rushing! ……”

Anqiao stared at Zhang Nanyan nervously, he was ready, as long as she showed a hint of frightened expression, as long as she showed the slightest sign of wanting to escape, he immediately rushed up, grabbed her, hugged her, dragged her, stopped her, no matter what, in short, he couldn't let her leave.

Zhang Nanyan flashed a thought in his mind that was extremely incompatible with the scene: "It turns out that the fire is not a donkey meat fire." It can be seen that it is not the rock brother who thinks that the donkey meat is burning in his head, but Onqiao. ”

"Swallow ......"

Seeing that Zhang Nanyan was only stunned, An Qiao had no bottom in his heart, so he called her carefully.

Zhang Nanyan came back to her senses at this time, and her face turned red.

This is the first time she has seen an oil painting of the human body, the colors on the picture are so vivid and vivid, and the details of the human body are depicted in great detail, as if the real person is in front of her eyes! And these people, whether sitting or standing or lying down, all put aside the secrecy and displayed all angles of their bodies without concealment.

Zhang Nanyan turned her gaze unnaturally and said, "It turns out that you want me to see these paintings?" ”

"Yes! They're all my work. Onkyo's tone was full of pride and a hint of nervousness.

He didn't know what Zhang Nanyan would think of these works.

Chinese culture is shy and introverted, the social atmosphere is relatively conservative, and most people still wear colored glasses to look at human (separate) body paintings and human (separate) body models. Even in a professional institution of higher learning such as the Academy of Fine Arts, there is a serious shortage of human (separated) body models. No one wants to be a human (separated) body model, and even if they are a human (separated) body model, absolute secrecy is required.

Many students from other departments will inquire about the scene of the body sketching class in a meaningful way, and no matter how they explain it, they all smile evilly: "No need to explain, buddy understands!" ”

Under this common misunderstanding, Onkyo was even more worried about whether Zhang Nanyan would misunderstand him. After all, once he just took a picture of the girl, and was taken to the security room as a hooligan.

"What do you think...... What do you think? He asked apprehensively.

Although Zhang Nanyan had avoided her gaze, she had been deeply impressed by the many paintings at a glance just now. Now, although she didn't look at the paintings, she felt a pair of eyes staring at her, and they were different eyes on the paintings, telling different stories.

She was very uncomfortable, and her eyes looked at her feet: "Not bad." ”

"Really? Do you really feel good? ”

"I don't know how to draw, why are you asking me? Let's go out first......"

"Nope! You know! You know beauty! An Qiao grabbed Zhang Nanyan's hand: "I have a request, please be my model!" ”

Zhang Nanyan understood what Onkyo meant in an instant, she was stunned, and she didn't even feel that her hand was tightly held by Onqiao.

"What? Do...... Mannequin? ”

"Yes!" Onkyo went out and said firmly: "Please join me and create a miracle of art!" ”

"No!" Zhang Nanyan broke free of Anqiao's hand and said in a panic: "No, I can't......"

"It's art! I swear, I have absolutely no bad intentions......" Onkyo explained in a hurry, but the more anxious he became, the more incoherent he became.

"I ...... I don't know ......."

Zhang Nanyan broke free from Anqiao, ran out, and ran out of the yard.

Onkyo chased after him.

The pursuit of the two startled the sparrows that flew away from a grape trellis, fluttered, and dropped a field of green grapes.

The electric guitar sound of the house was pulled to the end, and the exhaustion stopped.

Zhang Nanyan rushed out of the yard and ran forward.

She heard Onkyo chasing her from behind and calling for her.

"Yan, don't run ......"

She didn't know why, she ran out of the alley, across the street, under the bus stop sign, she got on the bus, crowded in the crowd, she looked at the strange people around her, their faces were different, some empty, some indifferent, some happy, some tired...... She remembered the paintings, the people staring at her, talking to her.