The rest of my life will only draw you

Chapter 33 If You Say That Again, I Will Misunderstand
Chen Xiaotu suddenly became a little bit broken, clutching the phone, a little fiercely, "Senior He, you are calling it too intimately!"

"I'm not used to you calling me that!"

Her breasts were fierce, but it made the tension in He Hen's heart on the other side subside a little.

He Hen didn't speak for a while, and Chen Xiaotu pressed him.

"Call me now, do you have anything to say?"

"Well... yes."

He Hen walked a few steps, walked to the window of the accommodation, looked into the distance, "I have something very important to say."

"?"

"what?"

"I... told you not to delete me before, because I wanted to explain what happened yesterday."

What happened yesterday?The memory that was about to fade suddenly flooded into my mind at this moment, "What do you want to explain?"

"Does the senior want me to be a model again?"

This is very ironic.

He Hen pursed his lips, and after a while, he slowly said, "I didn't want to ask you to be a model."

"?"

"You don't want to ask me to be a model again?" Chen Xiaotu felt that people who study art are very out-of-the-ordinary, "It's not a model, so what is the purpose of the senior making this call? Are you apologizing?"

"You really should apologize first."

Chen Xiaotu: ...

It was actually an apology.

Ha ha.

The smile on his face disappeared in an instant, and Chen Xiaotu entered the sage mode, "If it's just an apology, then the senior doesn't need it."

"Actually, senior, you didn't say anything. Everything is just my speculation. If you really want to say it, everything should be regarded as my fault..."

Chen Xiaotu followed what Qianqian said, and blocked He Hen with a few words in a high-sounding manner.

"you are right."

He Hen's voice was cool, blocking Chen Xiaotu's self-admission, "It was my fault."

For the following phrase, He Hen practiced for a long time in the place where he lived alone.

It's just like……

Many years ago, I picked up a brush for the first time to draw lines, the kind that I practiced again and again.

However, his talent for speech was not as good as his talent for painting, and despite many exercises, there were still some stagnation.

"This matter has been my fault from the very beginning."

"I'm too slow." He Hen positively admitted his mistake, "This is the first time I've come into contact with such a thing, such a feeling. Before that, I have been studying painting in N University and M University, and I have been immersed in art all the time , very little contact with other people."

So, what does this big guy want to say?
"Yesterday, I said that from the first time I saw you, I felt...you are very good, and I really want to pick up a paintbrush for you."

"Then it was the second time. The second time I saw you under the camphor tree at school, and I suddenly wanted to draw you."

"And then the third time."

"I've always felt that you are very attractive to me." When He Hen said this, his voice became softer, with a little affection, "Every time I see you, I really want to pick up the paintbrush."

"In the art world, in fine arts, in our circle, you are like my muse."

"I know, so I went around to fight, senior, you still want me to be a model?"

"..."

Can this matter pass the hurdle of being a model?

He Hen suddenly hated himself for not being able to straighten his tongue in person, so now he has to speak these words in a thin voice from a distance of a thousand meters.

The next words are somewhat literary.

He Hen was slightly embarrassed, "It's not about models."

"Then what are you going to say, senior?"

"It's like this. At the beginning... because I didn't understand anything and didn't have any in-depth social interaction. After I met you, I went to ask my friend for help. He told me that the emotion I have for you is The painter's inspiration for his own muse."

"Huh?" So?
"But after you left yesterday, I stood there for a long time."

He Hen's Adam's apple rolled, "I've thought about it a lot."

"Then I discovered that one does not necessarily have to look at another person from an artistic point of view."

"You can also look at it from your own emotional point of view."

"For example... I don't want to paint after seeing you, but after seeing you, I want to paint you."

He finally finished speaking this sentence, with a slight panting in his slightly faster speaking speed.

Chen Xiaotu was stunned when he heard his words.

Then he touched the phone, "Senior He, if you say that again... I will misunderstand."

(End of this chapter)