Gao Cheng sneered: "It's not that you look like a man, even if you want to be a man, you have to have that capital." I raised my eyebrows and asked, "What does that mean?" He withdrew his gaze and lowered his eyes, and then said slowly: "The calmness when you paint is something that every artist has; When I learned to reason and analyze, sometimes I had the sensibility of a woman, and sometimes I was as rational as a man; And at this point, without those external premises, it's just you. ”

Even though he spoke very well, I got it. It means that people are bound by some external identities, occasions, and environments, and the form of expression is only one of those situations, rather than truly pure. But I don't understand why I'm being praised like this by him when I don't do anything now? It's a compliment.

"Little bamboo, are you making crafts with my hands?" A cool reminder interrupted my contemplation, and when I looked back, I found that the gauze was almost finished, and his palms had been wrapped into rice dumplings. In my embarrassment, he withdrew his hand and untied the gauze slowly, with a relaxed expression on his slightly lowered face.

I couldn't take my eyes off it, he was lazy and good-looking, and I still remember the first time I saw him, I couldn't help but quietly trace his appearance on the table, and then my fingers itched and bent again. The portrait of the boy came to mind, vividly portraying his casual and idle charm to the extreme, that is, I am not sure that I can paint it like that. I just don't know where that painting ended up, it's a pity.

At this time, the pitiful voice of Luo Jinghan above his head suddenly came in: "Brother Cheng, are you all okay?" The wind outside is cold enough, and we're almost frozen into three icicles. ”

Well, the wind is blocked from the cold, and there is even warmth. Turning his eyes to look at Gao Cheng, his expression instantly faded, and his cold voice was neither high nor low: "Wait for me." "There was no more from above.

When Gao Cheng finally helped me up, it was half an hour later, he first tied the rope that fell down to my waist, thinking that he would pull me up first, but he wrapped the rope around his arm a few times, and then picked me up and climbed up the stone wall, and I was dumbfounded.

Although there is also the help from above, I still affirm one thing, that is, he has the ability to climb this mud-covered stone wall alone, so he was lying to me again if he couldn't say it before.

It's not that I'm easy to be fooled, it's that the person in front of me has an unpredictable ability.

When I came out of the gap, Luo Jinghan stepped forward and stretched out his hand to pull it, and as soon as I was placed on the ground, I heard someone ask in surprise: "Brother Cheng, what's wrong with your hand?" Several eyes converged on his gauze-wrapped hand.

Unconsciously, out of the pursuit of beauty as a painter, when I saw that he seemed to untie the gauze circle by circle, I took it over again, and finally tied the knot. The beauty is not to be talked about, it hurts the palm of the hand, but it is wrapped from the palm to the fingers.

Gao Cheng didn't explain much, only said that he was scratched. Qiu Yuebai suddenly asked, "Why is it wrapped like this?" Fingers that are also entangled, will cause qi and blood to flow through, and the wound will heal slowly. I'll help you reapply the medicine and bandage it. She was about to step forward, but Gao Cheng waved her hand, her expression was very light: "No." Touching a cold ding again, Qiu Yuebai's face became pale under the white light, and under the long black trench coat and the thick darkness of the night, it looked cold and terrifying, and then ignored her delicate facial features.

Qu Xinhua pulled her, but did not make a sound. Relatively speaking, after being angrily reprimanded by Gao Cheng last night, Qu Xinhua had to settle down a lot, and he was really afraid of Gao Cheng. The corners of Qiu Yuebai's mouth hooked a strange and cold arc, cold, and turned her gaze towards me a little, as if she had quenched a nail with ruthlessness, but the words were not to me: "Chu, I hope you know what you are doing." ”

As soon as she left the words, she pushed away Qu Xin's hand and turned away. Qu Xinhua shouted behind him: "Autumn, where are you going?" That's not the direction back to the villa. Qiu Yuebai's flirtatious voice came from afar: "Han, Quzi, I'm leaving, you guys keep Chu well, don't let him have anything to do." Qu Xinhua stomped his feet, turned back to Gao Cheng and said, "Brother Cheng, go and chase Qiu back." ”

Gao Cheng stood indifferently, his eyes slightly narrowed as the dark figure of Qiu Yuebai gradually disappeared into the light and shadow. Luo Jinghan asked in a low voice: "Brother Cheng, do you really care about autumn?" ”

Gao Cheng rolled his eyes, "She has her own legs, so she won't stop her wherever she wants." After saying that, he leaned over to pull me, and before the anesthesia passed, the whole foot was unconscious, so when he got up, he was held by his side.

I heard Qu Xin's voice in that place and said: "Qiu put down what she was doing and came here because she heard that L&K was probably aimed at you, Brother Cheng, and she was worried that something would happen to you, but you expelled her in this way before the day was over." Brother Cheng, are we really not as good as her? ”

Her gaze turned to me with hostility: "Isn't it just a few whimsical paintings?" Why is it more important than all of us? Tell you, the painting you sold me last time, you painted it bullshit. ”

I looked at her quietly and told her the facts: "I'm sorry, that painting was not painted by me, it is the work of the famous painter Zhang Xun." ”

Her face froze, and she shifted her gaze a little embarrassed, but her mouth was still tough: "That's bullshit, it's all some deception and fame." "I laughed, to be honest, compared to Qiu Yuebai, Qu Xin painting is much simpler, even like a child, like is like, not like is not like. She put all her dislike for me on her face, so that at least she won't get tired of getting along. But Qiu Yuebai, I have reservations about her, I can't see through her for the time being.

A person who is called a sorcerer, who is good at psychological suggestion and the array that was mentioned in the heart painting, cannot only show this kind of narrow personality now. There was another soothsayer I didn't see, at least of the four, she was the most thoughtful after Takashiro.

Luo Jinghan's inquiry came from his ear: "It's not easy to go like this, Xiao Xia, let my brother carry you." ”

There is a black line on his forehead, he is smaller than me, and he dares to call himself a brother. I didn't answer, Qu Xinhua shouted first: "Luo Jinghan, you traitor, you have no interest at all!" After scolding and turning around, Luo Jinghan asked in astonishment: "Why did I become a traitor?" But seeing that Qu Xinhua ignored him and walked towards the depths of the jungle with his head buried, he hurriedly advanced and chased after him and shouted: "Brother Cheng, let's find a way to take Xiao Xia back, this mountain forest is difficult to walk, I'm afraid that Qu Naya will also fall into a gap." ”

So there was the scene where Gao Cheng carried me on his back and walked among the dense grass in the jungle.

Neither of them spoke, and I lay on his back, muffled at myself that this was a farce tonight. It's like a child who loses his temper and runs out of the door, and when he turns around, he is led back by an adult. However, the anesthesia on the foot dissipated, and the pain came out, and the ankle and the soles of the feet were gushing in two places. I frowned patiently, and when I got to the back, I couldn't help it, and cold sweat came out of my forehead, and when the wind blew, it was cool to the bone.

Pulling him on the back, he immediately paused and turned his head to look at me, "Do you feel pain?" ”

I nodded honestly. His black eyes flickered, and he said, "Bear with it." ”

It was true that he could only endure it, and then the person was a little confused, his head resting on his shoulder, and his gaze was so close that it fell on the side of his face. Maybe it was because of the pain, and I wanted to distract myself by talking, so I asked lightly, "Why didn't you just tell me that you recognized the wrong person the first time?" ”

"Boring."

I was silent, "I just want to know, don't call me boring." ”

"Because it's boring," he said. ”

This time I realized that he was answering my question. And the answer made me laugh and cry, the beginning of that series of oolongs was actually because he was bored? How boring is it to play with me?

He glanced back at me, "Nest in the house for a few days, and you will come out in a panic." The first sentence I said knew that you regarded me as cold, and it was boring to respond to two sentences, but after entering your room, I felt that it was a little interesting. It's the first time I've seen someone who can live life like art. ”

I was stunned when I heard this sentence at the end of him, "What does it mean to live like art?" ”

"The decoration on the walls, the graffiti on the floor tiles, the ink paintings on the tablecloths, almost every ornament tells outsiders that you are a painter. Of course, the most interesting thing is the picture book you throw on the coffee table, and the works in it are even more casual. And among these, there is not a single photo, not even a frame. Monotonous, casual, withdrawn, impetuous, peaceful, one person can actually encompass all these many contradictions, and I am in a boring period suddenly find it interesting. ”

"So, in the first place, your purpose was simply to analyze me?"

Gao Cheng replied: "Geniuses are lonely, and they must learn to self-regulate. ”

Although the answer was strange and unusual, I thought that this was Takashiro's way of thinking, at least not to approach me for some purpose, and his answer was acceptable to me in comparison.

I turned my mind around and asked, "Then you later said that you accepted me as an apprentice, also because it was fun?" ”

But he sneered, "You can be my apprentice to anyone?" Courage, reflexes, and ability are all assessment factors. Now that I've opened my mouth, I won't be joking anymore, and if you don't take my apprenticeship at the moment, do you think you can get out of the police station? Even if he was finally acquitted due to insufficient evidence, it would be 48 hours later, under the bombardment of paralyzed fatigue, it is estimated that he can peel off his skin. ”

Does that mean he's serious? Among the three factors of guts, reactions, and abilities, guts should refer to me following him alone to the Wu Yan floor at night, and reaction refers to the moment when he suddenly attacked me and kicked him, and ability ...... "Does ability refer to the image in my brain?" ”

"No, the so-called ability is comprehensive literacy. Your drawing, your imagination, your sensitivity to the reflex arc of space, etc., these things are nothing separately, but you can fuse them together. That's where you come in. ”

Hearing those last four words, I couldn't help but purse the corners of my mouth and smile secretly. <