Chapter 21: God's Works
After adjusting the paint, a line of clear tears has slipped down his cheeks.
The last time I was moved to tears was when I was 12 years old.
The woman in front of her was almost perfect.
Like Aphrodite in the middle of the water, like Artemis in the moonlight.
Purity and desire are combined into a perfect soul.
He fantasized that she indulged in the sea and mingled with the waters; Fantasy she sang on the prairie and agitated on horseback.
In her mind, she has long been one with nature, fused into the greatest power.
The flame of inspiration burns, and the composition has appeared. He sketches wildly, boldly uses color. With the help of the pen, there is no hindrance, and it is done in one go, and it is instantly depicted into a complete painting. Her paintings, like the tranquility of a white horse, also exude youthful vigor and desire, as if she was alive.
It's simply God's work, she is, and so is the painting.
He's crazy, he's sure.
He was satisfied, and he wept bitterly.
He's already in love with her, or maybe she's painting.
Impulsive from his confusion, he slammed to his knees and crawled over. Lips adore her drooping feet, hands trembling to trace her silky body.
This is not an ordinary model, this is a model of God, the greatest carrier of mysteries.
He drew closer to her, to see her noble flesh. He admired her and praised her beyond measure, longing for a deep spirituality. He longs for her to bloom, to inspire him to produce even more devastating inspirations to occupy him. She was his muse, and he longed for her heart. He will be broken, tempered, bone-eaten, bleeding, and even dying for inspiration.
An Fu saw his performance in the surveillance, and his voice trembled, "Young Master, Young Master Zhong, he seems to have changed his crazy method again." What to do, it won't be bad for Miss Yi. Am I rushing in now? β
Zi Xuan's cold voice can cut through steel, "Zhong Xi's kid, although he is a useless psychopath, he is also my younger brother, forget it." β
An Fu hurriedly explained, his voice getting quieter and quieter, "Young master, he's a painting idiot, but he's just painting Miss Yi." That is, Miss Yi is not wearing clothes. β
Zi Xuan snorted coldly, "Don't mind, sooner or later I will have to burn his paintings, and he is also worthy of painting my women?" β
Alack! Zi Xuan's heart was already beating, and there were still 5 minutes to reach the battlefield.
He had expected these things. With Jiayin, you have to accept her whimsy. It's just that I don't know how long and to what extent he can endure it in his heart.
This woman, he has already investigated to the bottom, and her appearance of "the world doesn't understand me" is the most pleasing to him.
He didn't mind slowly repairing a "wild tree" that was growing in a mess and making it orderly.
He will plant her like a tree in his garden, and let her blossom and bear fruit.
This woman who can bring his body back to normal can only belong to him.
The heat wave in the house was rolling, and Tao Yao was also intoxicated, so he involuntarily walked to Jiayin's side and stuck to her.
Her eyes were hot with jealousy, misty with longing.
Said to Zhong Xi curtly, "You should paint her most special place." β
Zhong Xi looked up to the sky intoxicated, "Ah Yao, she is the most special and beautiful everywhere." I could die for her! β
"Nope! No! Not special enough! Tao Yao said, crying excitedly.
"You don't understand, you men just want to. She's always so naΓ―ve and enthusiastic, as if nothing miserable can hit her, why! I want to kill her. β
Tao Yao burst into tears, leaning on her, pushing her, trying to drag her over. Her intimate demeanor is not crazy in Zhong Xi's eyes, because he is more wild.
"Yes, I don't know! I'm damned! I'm limited! Why can't I draw her to perfection? β
The noisy voice and Tao Yao's hand made Jiayin tremble.
She was a little sober again, instinctively rejecting all this, "I'm leaving......"
But Tao Yao's hand is doing something terrifying. Jiayin can't save a little strength in her body, and the storm is howling in her heart, please come to someone to help her.