fringe artist

Chapter 25 25. Wild cats also have their own colors (please read more, please collect)

The sweltering summer made Chen Li'an feel uncomfortable, he was lazy and didn't want to move, he just wanted to lie under the electric fan and act as a corpse.

Chen Li'an looked outside at the calendar on the wall, the weekly news on the calendar was holding a bouquet of flowers and looking at him with a smile.

Today's date is July tenth.

The college entrance examination has just ended, and as a social candidate, Chen Li'an also indulged himself during the summer vacation just like fresh graduates.

It would be great if there is cream ice cream or watermelon at this time, how can there be no watermelon and ice cream in summer vacation.

Chen Li'an tilted his head and thought for a while, lying on the mat and moving his body, he lost himself.

After adjusting the position, Chen Li'an turned his head and shouted into the yard: "Lu Ming!"

After shouting, Chen Li'an felt that all the strength he had accumulated with great difficulty was consumed.

In less than a minute, a boy with a cropped cut ran in from the outside.

"Brother An, call me."

Chen Li'an pouted at the position of the bedside table and said, "Take two dollars from the drawer and buy two cream ice creams, and then buy a watermelon. Put the watermelon in the water for a while."

"Okay!" Lu Ming hurried to the bedside, took out two yuan from the drawer and ran out.

In less than 5 minutes, Lu Ming ran back again, holding a flowered jacket in his hand.

"Brother An, the ice cream is back, and the watermelon is here." Lu Ming wiped the sweat from his forehead, untied the jacket in his arms, and took out two ice creams.

Chen Li'an reached out to take a piece of ice cream and put it on his forehead, and immediately let out a relieved sigh
Lu Ming looked at the stick of ice cream left in his hand, directly tore off the outer layer of paper, opened his mouth and took a big bite.

The cold ice cream instantly hurt Lu Ming's irritated temples, and then made a sucking sound at the same frequency as Chen Li'an.

Chen Li'an turned his head to take a look, and then said angrily: "Go and play, don't block the wind, cut the watermelon in half to take home at night."

"Oh. Brother Ang, I'm leaving. Call me again if you have anything to do." Lu Ming bit the ice cream, his expression twisted by the ice.

Chen Li'an took the ice cream off his forehead, tore off the wrapping paper, put it in his mouth and continued acting as a corpse that could eat ice cream.

"so boring."

After a while, Chen Li'an finished eating the ice cream, leaving only a wooden stick in his mouth.

The weather was too hot, and Chen Li'an always felt that there was a fire burning in his body, so he glanced outside the window at Father-in-law Sun who was still insisting on going to work.

Chen Li'an got up cursing, took his camera and film, and went out to Ma Xiaoqing's house.

It's just to develop photos in the past, there is absolutely no other meaning, who let Chen Li'an have no darkroom.

dong dong dong~
In the room, Ma Xiaoqing had just finished taking a shower and was drying her hair. She walked to the door and asked, "Who is it?"

Chen Li'an sniffed his nose and seemed to smell the smell of shower gel. He let his hair go and said, "I'm here to wash the photos."

"Chen Li'an?!" Ma Xiaoqing opened the door in surprise, and then threw herself on Chen Li'an.

Feeling the scorching heat on Ma Xiaoqing's body, Chen Li'an looked down, and found that Ma Xiaoqing was only wrapped in a towel, and the scenery on her chest was fully visible.

"You are so brave!" Chen Li'an complained, while hugging Ma Xiaoqing's waist, carried her into the room, and closed the door with his foot.

Ma Xiaoqing didn't seem to be afraid of the heat at all, so she hung on Chen Li'an's body, raised her head and stretched her neck trying to kiss his face.

"I'm here to develop photos, not to take a shower."

Chen Li'an's words were blocked by Ma Xiaoqing.
Half an hour later, the shutter sounded in Ma Xiaoqing's bedroom.

An hour later, Chen Li'an carried Ma Xiaoqing to the bathroom and took another shower.

The electric fan in the bedroom was blowing, Chen Li'an helped Ma Xiaoqing dry her hair and said, "Be honest later, I'm going to develop the photos."

Ma Xiaoqing was lying on the bed with no strength left in her body. She tilted her head and looked at Chen Li'an, with a strand of hair still sticking to the corner of her mouth, she pouted.

"Think beautifully!"

Chen Li'an directly covered Ma Xiaoqing's face with the towel in his hand, then turned around and went to the darkroom to develop the photos.

Two hours later, Chen Li'an came out of the darkroom covered in sweat, went to the bedroom to take a look, and found that Ma Xiaoqing had fallen asleep.

"Slept soundly." Chen Li'an gently closed the bedroom door, went to the bathroom for a flush, then left the film to Ma Xiaoqing, and took all the photos away by himself.

Looking at the sky that had just darkened and the burning clouds in the sky, Chen Li'an raised his camera to take a picture of this scene, only to realize that the film was used up.
"It's a pity. It would be great if I brought a brush, and I can still draw it."

Chen Li'an muttered, and then walked in the direction of Xicun involuntarily.

Still in the familiar and dilapidated small yard, Chen Li'an looked at Bai Qing who was sitting at the door wearing a large white loose T-shirt smoking a cigarette watching the sunset, walked over and took the cigarette out of her mouth and threw it on the ground.

"I told you not to smoke."

Bai Qing raised his head and glanced at Chen Li'an, then took out another cigarette from the case and lit it: "You control me? You have the ability to control me for the rest of your life."

Chen Li'an looked at Bai Qing, who was suffering from hysteria, and wondered if she was smoking big.

"I'm here to borrow something for painting."

"In the house, take it yourself."

Chen Li'an went into the house and took out the painting materials, set up an easel in the yard, and sat there quietly painting while the fire cloud had not dissipated.

Bai Qing turned his head to take a look, and deliberately blew a puff of smoke on Chen Li'an's face.

The smell of second-hand smoke was a bit pungent, Chen Li'an frowned slightly, and the paintbrush in his hand did not stop.

Bai Qing looked at Chen Li'an and muttered, "Unfeeling man, boring!"

Bai Qing threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground and stamped it out, then leaned his head on Chen Li'an's shoulder, watching him paint red clouds on the blank canvas.

"When can you draw me a picture?" Bai Qing asked softly.

Chen Li'an thought for a while and said, "October, but it may be later."

"Then I wait for you."

"Yeah." Chen Li'an paused and said, "Don't smoke."

The corner of Bai Qing's mouth curled into a smile, and his fair cheeks rubbed against Chen Li'an's shoulder, neither agreeing nor refusing.

The setting sun was about to dissipate, and there was a slight evening breeze blowing in the sky. Bai Qing's jet-black hair gently brushed against Chen Li'an's neck, as if expressing his joy for her master.

At the moment when the Huoshaoyun disappeared from the sky, Chen Li'an put down the paintbrush in his hand.

Bai Qing sniffed Youcai and turpentine lightly, as if thinking of that day again, his originally calm heartbeat began to speed up again.

Bai Qing stretched out his fingers to dip a little bit of brilliant oil paint on the still wet canvas, and then painted it on his toenails.

"Does it look good?"

Bai Qing raised her white and tender feet and put them on Chen Li'an's lap, shaking them gently.

The red oil paint is particularly eye-catching and sexy on Bai Qing's white luminous toes.

But it was not perfect yet, Chen Li'an gently held Bai Qing's soles, and then picked up a paintbrush to carefully paint on Bai Qing's toes.

Looking at Chen Li'an's serious face, Bai Qing couldn't help but want to tease him, his toes twitched restlessly, making him unable to write.

"I won't draw anymore if you do this again." Chen Li'an clamped Bai Qing's dishonest foot with his legs, looked up at her and said.

Bai Qing pursed his lips slightly, but put his arms around Chen Li'an's neck, leaned on him and said to himself: "An art dealer has taken a fancy to my painting, and he wants to buy my painting of death and rebirth. I didn't sell it to him, I want to keep it for the rest of my life.

When you finish painting for me, I'm going to leave this annoying yard, but I'm reluctant to stay here, I'm afraid you won't find me. "

"You said that I look like a cat, either you let me go, or you take me home, don't always come to see me when you are idle and bored."

Chen Li'an painted both of Bai Qing's feet nice red, and then said: "I'm not suitable for keeping cats, I'm a stray myself."

Bai Qing looked at his toes, the brilliant red seemed to suit him very well, and the oil paint under the moonlight had a faint reflection.

It is as beautiful as stepping on a sunset glow, wild cats also have their own colors!

(End of this chapter)