Life With You

Dang Zhen has recently encountered a bottleneck period. Although her paintings are very popular in the circle and the price is very high, as long as she writes, there is nothing that cannot be sold, but as a creator, she knows in her heart that if this continues Slowly consuming my enthusiasm for painting.

It has been several days in a row. Dang Zhen's mood is a little depressed. She doesn't think about eating and drinking. Even if Yuanbao changes her way to make her happy, but the actual problem is not solved, she still puts herself in the work room every night to contemplate.

With two ‘clang clang’, someone knocked on the door, and Dang Zhen said, “It’s okay, come in.”

Yuan Bao walked in. He had just taken a shower, dressed in comfortable home clothes, holding a glass of warm milk in his hand.

Dang Zhen took it, and Wen said, "Thank you."

Yuan Bao looked at the empty drawing board in front of her and whispered, "No inspiration yet?"

Dang Zhen nodded, feeling bad, and comforted him while feeling down, "Don't worry about me, creation will be like this, it will be fine after this period of time."

Yuan Bao removed the drawing board in front of her, pulled a chair to sit in front of her, and said softly: "I don't think it's your problem."

Dang Zhen raised his eyes to look at him, Yuan Bao said: "It's not difficult to paint on a piece of white paper out of thin air. Look at me, don't you feel better?"

Dang Zhen curled his lips and said, "You are much more beautiful than white paper."

Yuan Bao smiled, let go of her hand, and immediately took off the cotton T on her body, revealing a refined body with well-defined muscle lines. Dang Zhen was taken aback for a moment, then slightly dodged her eyes, and whispered: "No need to decompress me here. ..."

Yuan Bao looked at Dang Zhen with a pure and innocent expression, "What do you think, I didn't intend to be an artist and sell myself. I just borrowed my body from you. Painting on white paper and painting on me must feel different. , Maybe the inspiration will come when you draw and draw."

Dang Zhen blushed even more, "Oh."

Yuan Bao smiled and said: "You also drew the human body when you were in school. When others stood in front of you naked, you didn't change your face and your heart beats. Why didn't you come to me and take off your upper body?"

Dang Zhen said: "Can others be like you?"

Yuan Bao smiled more softly, "It's different, come on, you're welcome, do whatever you want with me, and I will cooperate well."

Dang Zhen laughed with him. I have to say that the loss of Yuan Bao really inspired Dang Zhen's creative desire, because he is no one, he is her favorite.

To paint on Yuan Bao, Dang Zhen chose the most gentle and harmless plant pigments, which can be imported. Yuan Bao was sitting in front of Dang Zhen. In order to make it easier for her to approach, he spread his legs apart and she sat between his legs with paint on his right hand.

"If you feel bored, you can watch something else." Dang Zhen said.

Yuan Bao's eyes fell on her face, and she said, "I swear this is the most interesting time for me for so many years."

Dang Zhen looked at his smiling face and curled her lips.

Holding a small brush for painting, Dang Zhen stared straight at Yuan Bao’s naked upper body. He had a gunshot wound on his body, which would fade over time, but it would never completely fade away. He was not like Tong Hao. Yes, I just got a big flower back, and everything is covered.

Tong Hao is a type once and for all. He doesn't know that after the tattoo is more scary than the injury. Yuan Bao looked at a lesson from the past two hundred and five. He naturally didn't bother to cover it up. Let it go. The most important thing is that he never thought that one day he would become a family.

Dang Zhen kept staring at the bullet marks on his heart. Yuan Bao was afraid that she would be sad, and was about to give her comfort, when she saw her dipped in red paint with a brush and applied it directly to his heart.

The red in my heart is cinnabar red.

When Dang Zhen left this pen, she didn’t know exactly what she wanted. She just felt that the scar was uncomfortable. No matter how many times she saw it, how many times he explained it, and how many times she promised not to have it again, she still did. Broken, why can't she appear in his life earlier, so that she can protect him to some extent and prevent him from walking along the way, so difficult.

One stroke of red fell, followed by the second and third strokes. Dang Zhen adjusted the color while working **** him. Yuan Bao was watching her quietly. At this moment, she knew that she liked watching him cooking. It feels fascinating when she is serious.

Dang Zhen was accustomed to working alone, and he didn't like to talk when he was painting. Yuan Bao was very professional as a good ‘drawing board’ and never talked much.

Dang Zhen drew from in front of him to behind him, Yuan Bao could feel that her inspiration was returning step by step, because the more she painted, the smoother she knew what she wanted.

More than an hour later, Dang Zhen stopped writing behind him and asked aloud: "Can I paint below?"

Yuan Bao turned around, faced Dang Zhen, smiled and said, "I can't ask for it."

He also took off his trousers in front of Dang Zhen. There was only one pair of underpants all over his body. Yuan Bao asked, "Will you keep this one?"

He deliberately teased her, but he did not expect that Dang Zhen looked serious and said, "It's best not to stay."

There was an accident in Yuan Bao's eyes, and he almost panicked. The two of them have been together for so long, and he has always been active in this regard. Although Dang Zhen is not a tweeter, after all, he is a girl, and he is usually restrained. Some, now she took the initiative to mention it, he has no reason to escape.

Yuan Bao looked as calm as possible, Quandang was dedicated to his wife and art, and took off the last layer.

He stood naked in front of Dang Zhen. Dang Zhen glanced at her, feeling surging. In order to show her professionalism, she said as rationally as possible: "You can sit down, I will draw the front first."

"Okay." Yuan Bao answered, sitting in the chair again.

Dang Zhen adjusted the paint, took a small brush to the lower abdomen of Yuan Bao, and only painted twice. Seeing him react, he wanted to ignore the past, but... it was too conspicuous.

Dang Zhen's heartbeat speeded up, his blood surged, and he looked up at the ingot.

Yuan Bao whispered: "It's okay, draw yours, it will react naturally."

Dang Zhen lowered her head and continued to paint. Halfway through the painting, she couldn't continue. It blocked the place where she wanted to write.

Yuan Bao is a discerning person after all, so he raised his hand and pressed it down, "Draw it."

His voice is still gentle, but after all, the sight in front of him is extraordinary. Dang Zhengu swallowed and drew a few times before muttering to himself, "You are not helping me find inspiration, but testing my concentration."

Yuan Bao said with a low voice, "The husband and wife should have shared joys and sorrows. For you, I can bear the bitterness."

He was indeed suffering, and the suffering was beyond words, and Dang Zhen couldn't stand it anymore.

Putting down the paintbrush, she got up and went to the door to turn off the light. The studio was instantly plunged into darkness. Yuan Bao felt someone approaching him, and he stretched out his hand for fear of her falling.

Dang Zhen followed his hand to Yuan Bao, sat on his lap and kissed him.

Yuan Bao asked in a low voice: "Don't draw anymore?"

Dang Zhen said: "I have found inspiration, now I just want to vent and decompress."

The two of them went out from the studio that day. Yuan Bao went to look in the mirror. The painting on his chest was blurry. Half of it was wet and rubbed by sweat, and half was eaten by Dang Zhen. She was halfway through. He bit him like a cat. He was also worried about her being poisoned. Dang Zhen said, "Plant pigments are edible."

He suspected that she had this plan in the first place.