Roaming in the dark

Chapter 139 Start Massage

At the beginning of the massage, Sheng Chuncheng asked Ah Qiang to stand first and then lie down. When Sheng Chuncheng massaged the Tiaokou acupoint, music suddenly sounded. Sheng Chuncheng paused for a moment, and then he realized that it was the sound of the entrance guard. .

Ah Qiang sat up, walked over, looked at the screen and laughed: "Go back, I'm not at home."

"Open the door, open the door, don't talk too much, it's so hot outside." The person outside the gate cursed.

Ah Qiang opened the courtyard door, then opened the room door, then walked back, lay down on the sofa again, and said to Sheng Chuncheng:

"Leave him alone, let's continue."

Sheng Chuncheng continued to massage Aqiang's acupoints.

After a while, a person walked in from the door. Sheng Chuncheng felt that this person looked familiar, and he should have met him somewhere. After thinking about it for a while, he remembered that he brought Chunni and Chunming to the "Riverside Oil Painting Museum" When I was there, I saw two painters, a man and a woman, painting, and that man was the one who came in.

The man came in, glanced at them, and was not interested in them. He didn't come over, but walked to the painting that Aqiang was painting. He folded his hands on his chest and stared at the painting. look carefully.

Sheng Chuncheng pressed the Tiaokou acupoint, and then massaged Aqiang's Jiexi acupoint. The man stood there, staring at the painting for more than ten minutes, and then came over, as if he just realized that the two of them were massaging , the man asked:

"what happened to you?"

"Bullshit." The visitor shook his head, "What you drew is a pile of shit."

Ah Qiang was furious, and cursed: "Yao Fen is a piece of shit!"

The visitor patted Sheng Chuncheng on the shoulder and said to him, "Give way."

Sheng Chuncheng stood up without knowing it. The visitor raised his right foot and kicked A Qiang's ass hard. A Qiang screamed "Ouch", jumped up from the sofa, punched The person who came, after the person dodged, punched Ah Qiang in the face again, and Ah Qiang fell down again, this time on the floor.

The person who came also fell down, pressed Aqiang's body with his own body, grabbed his hair with his right hand, and knocked his head on the floor with a "boom, boom".

Sheng Chuncheng was frightened by their sudden actions. These two people, who could be seen as good friends, made a move at the slightest disagreement.

Standing there, Sheng Chuncheng didn't know whether he should go up and help Ah Qiang, at least he could break away the people, so that Ah Qiang would not be completely at a disadvantage, but then he thought, isn't he a blind person, how can a blind person help him? people fight.

Sheng Chuncheng was hesitating, but fortunately Shanshan came back, and when she heard the commotion, she hurried over and saw that someone was wrestling Ah Qiang, she didn't go any further, she stopped , as if nothing happened, while wiping his naked body with a bath towel, he watched the two of them fight.

After watching for a while, Shanshan burst out laughing.

The visitor turned to look at her, Shanshan smiled and said, "You two are very pornographic and violent."

"What's wrong?" the visitor asked.

"Xiao Shu, you look like you are molesting him." Shanshan said, "No, no, I must take a picture of it."

"I go!"

When Xiaoshu was told by Shanshan, she seemed to realize that Ah Qiang was completely naked. She looked like she was molesting him. Xiao Shu quickly let him go and stood up. Ah Qiang sat up on the ground. , rubbing his forehead with his hands.

Shanshan ran back with her mobile phone, and found that the two had stopped calling, and shouted:
"Why did you stop, go on, you go on."

Ah Qiang glared at him and cursed, "Get lost!"

Shanshan giggled, threw her phone on the sofa, picked up the bath towel on the floor, and continued to wipe her hair, even though the little tree was right in front of her, she didn't hide it at all.

Ah Qiang looked at Xiaoshu and scolded: "What the hell are you crazy about?!"

"My mouth is too stinky, I can't do without a lesson." Xiaoshu said, "You can call me a piece of shit, but you can't call my wife, you have to beat me up."

It was only then that Sheng Chuncheng found out that the person who came was Xiaoshu, and the Yao Fen that Ah Qiang just mentioned was his wife, probably the woman who painted in the "Riverside Oil Painting Museum".

Shanshan kept nodding when she heard Xiaoshu's words, and she said yes, "Well done, Xiaoshu, this bastard just deserves a beating."

Ah Qiang was discouraged, he said yes, Yao Fen is not, you are a fucking piece of shit, stinky shit.

Instead of being angry, Xiaoshu was happy, and he said it was okay.

Sheng Chuncheng looked at them, and thought it was funny and amusing. Who are these people? It turns out that they judge others or create based on shit.

"Come on, give me a hand." Aqiang stretched out his hand and said to Xiaoshu.

Xiaoshu stretched out his hand to pull Aqiang up, and the two walked to the painting, Shanshan also followed, Sheng Chuncheng wanted to follow, but he couldn't, he could only sit down on the sofa and look at them , and listen to them talk.

"How about it, to be honest, are you convinced?" Aqiang asked Xiaoshu.

"Fart." Xiao Shu said, "It's still a pile of shit."

He then stretched out his finger, drew a circle around Shanshan on the painting, and continued: "The only thing that doesn't look like shit is this one, and that is also Shanshan's gorgeousness."

Shanshan giggled, "Thank you, Xiaoshu."

Xiaoshu waved his hands to both sides, pointing to other parts of the picture, surrounding Shanshan's wind god, flower god and forest goddess and said:
"These, these are all shit, I can't figure it out, why did you draw this? Do you want to draw like this?"

Ah Qiang gestured towards the frame with his palm, and argued:

"Fuck you, do you understand? This is so creative. Have you seen it? Wow, ancient times and today, the West and China are all connected in this one painting. This expression is not novel enough. , Xiaoshu, you are not jealous, are you?"

"I'm jealous of you? It's a joke." Xiaoshu said proudly, "Just these two times, I hold the pen between my feet, and I can draw better than you. My brother-in-law said that we are craftsmen who paint, and craftsmen should I rely on craftsmanship to make a living, so I don’t want to play tricks like you.”

"Why am I pretending to be a ghost? Let me tell you, I want to create a series, a series of famous paintings. I have already contacted that so-and-so, Luo Yufeng, and Sister Feng. After the epidemic is over, I will go to the United States and use her as the prototype to draw a painting. "Mona Lisa".

"Think about it, what a stupid idea, is the Mona Lisa a symbol of Western culture? Or a symbol of high culture, is Sister Feng a symbol of our general culture? Sister Feng's Mona Lisa, wow, is everything connected? ?”

Ah Qiang was talking endlessly, Sheng Chuncheng listened, and he didn't look like someone who failed Chinese at all.

(End of this chapter)