The words that came out of my mouth were like water spilled out, and I couldn't get it back, in line with the purpose of contributing some after-dinner conversation for the majority of hexagram friends, I pushed open the door of warehouse No. 9. However, the straight and upright easel inside makes me a little incomprehensible, isn't Dong Zhuo engaged in music, when did he start studying painting?

He was very happy to see me come in, and said excitedly: "I specially asked the assistant to go to the easel today, are you still satisfied with it?" ”

"Satisfied, satisfied." Isn't it just an easel, you just need to use it, is it difficult to get a gold inlaid jade to paint a good picture? The key depends on the person who paints it.

"Let's get started." He sat on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, holding the guitar given by Aqiao in his arms, very casual, the problem was that I was blinded, and looked at him stupidly: "What are you going to do?" ”

"Have you forgotten, you said you were going to paint a portrait of me."

As soon as I slapped my head, my memory was approaching my mother in a straight line, if it was my mother's age, it would be better than her!

"Now?" I'm unprepared!

He said firmly: "Of course, knowing that you didn't bring anything, you see that I have made it for you, and I also specifically inquired about what you need, and made a list for the assistant to buy, and nothing fell behind."

The dare is that the firewood is lit, the pot is propped up, the water is boiling, and I am waiting for my fat sheep to take off its skin and lie down in the pot obediently. So, it's better to be respectful than to obey my fate, I'll take it off!

I sat behind the easel, Dong Zhuo held the guitar and played at will, the sad and tactful tone made me a little helpless, as if at a certain moment I had imagined such a scene, the sunset dusk, the afterglow sprinkled into the spacious room, the oblique light more highlighted the three-dimensional depth of the model's facial features, I also held the paintbrush in my hand as I am now, stepped on the horizontal bar of the easel and began to paint in a dog peeing posture, no wonder I live roughly, just step on a foot will be more secure, so over the years my old waist looks very difficult.

However, the scene I expected was not exactly the same as reality, at least the person I wanted to depict was not Dong Zhuo, but Diao Chen.

"What's wrong?" Dong Zhuo saw that something was wrong with me, put down the guitar and was about to get up, but I hurriedly stopped him: "Don't move, lest I have to start the draft again." ”

"Okay." He sat down obediently, picked up the guitar and continued to play, and it was full of sad songs, occasionally raising his amazing voice to lead a song or two, I painted silently, but my mind was empty, more precisely, I was infected by the petty bourgeois sad atmosphere he could create, and my mind did not know where to fly for a long time.

"Dong Zhuo!" I frowned.

He was puzzled: "What? ”

"Can you have a fun tune? For example, "Backgammon" or something. I asked very seriously, but he asked me, "Can you be serious?" ”

"Forget it, you sing yours, I'll draw mine." I secretly think that his thoughts are like this.,The whole song is calm and atmospheric.,I'll be able to play more stable.,If it's too happy.,I guess after drawing it.,Maybe it's a creature from which planet.。

"Dong Zhuo, I may be a little overwhelmed."

"What are you kidding, you are a professional, I believe in you very much, I will sign it when I go back, and when you break that day, why will I sell it to my fans at a high price." He said that I was getting more and more bottomless.