My 1991

After dinner, everyone gathered together for a brief chat to eat.

Half an hour later, everyone changed their casual attitude and entered the bedroom.

Get down to business.

There were guests coming from far away, and they were "distinguished guests" like Yu Guanzhi and Chen Quan. Lu An gritted his teeth and spent the money, not only lighting a red candle thicker than his thumb on each side of the easel.

Also replaced light bulbs.

From 5 watts to 45 watts, the entire bedroom suddenly becomes extra bright. There was no secret wherever the strong light passed, and even the spiders having sex in the gaps between the wooden boards of the wall were startled.

If Spider could curse at this moment, he would definitely curse: Is it easy for me? The cowherds in our profession only have 20 seconds. If you stare at me like this, I will have to come down just after I climbed up.

Lu An looked at the spider with claws and fangs, feeling that the idiot was scolding him, but he couldn't find any evidence, let alone put his fingers in and fight with it in front of a beauty like Yu Guanzhi.

But when his eyes swept over Meng Qingchi's face, he was thinking: No, this light is too damn bright. It will be inconvenient to kiss and sleep with Sister Qingchi in the future.

I have to change it back tomorrow.

Or hang curtains.

Oh, I am really a genius, I can think of this method. There are still two layers to hang, and the inner layer must be dark, otherwise it will be broadcast live on the curtains.

Imagine the scene. There is a person walking a tightrope on two iconic buildings, and dozens of people outside are watching with wide eyes. What does that feel like?

hiss! The chicken is too big to fit in a bowl.

With his previous experience, Zeng Xin adjusted the angle of the chair with ease.

Yu Guanzhi, Chen Quan and Zhou Kun were also in their respective positions, looking at him quietly, waiting for him to make a move.

Seeing that he was in a daze, Meng Qingchi walked over and asked worriedly: "Xiao An, do you have a headache?"

Lu An shook his head: "No, sister Qingchi, don't worry, I'm just getting used to the light. This new lamp is too bright."

Listen, lying is called professionalism.

Meng Qingchi observed him carefully, and after confirming that there was really no problem, he returned to his original position and sat down by the bed.

She didn't know how to draw, so she didn't stand behind Lu An and watch like the other three. It was more comfortable to sit like this.

A minute later, Lu An picked the most comfortable one from more than ten kinds of brushes and started painting.

Yu Guanzhi's eyes wandered between the brushes and paints several times, and then landed on the easel.

With the previous drafts and Lu An's current painting skills, he could paint smoothly and easily that night, almost in one breath.

Luann paints with ease. Yu Guanzhi and Chen Quan also looked relaxed. They stayed up all night with him and didn't feel sleepy at all. The two parties who realized it at dawn were a little surprised. They didn't expect to spend the whole night together.

As for Zhou Kun, he was probably the most excited one in the bedroom. He wished he had four eyes and two heads. He wished he could memorize all Lu An's skills and then go home and ponder them slowly.

However, Zeng Xin felt a little uncomfortable sitting motionless, and Lu An let her sleep like that.

Meng Qingchi was okay at first and could still hold on, but late at night he felt a little cold, so he went outside to burn a basin of charcoal and came in. The red charcoal fire immediately made the room much warmer.

After 5 o'clock in the morning, the first oil painting was completed.

Lu An said to Zeng Xin: "Miss Zeng, come and take a look, are you satisfied?"

Hearing this, Zeng Xin jumped down from his seat and arrived in front of him in a few steps. Then his eyes lit up and he exclaimed happily:

"It's so similar, so lifelike. I'm not even that realistic in real life."

It is said that art comes from reality and is higher than reality. Miss Zeng, compared with oil paintings, it is really not that interesting.

Lu An cursed in his heart and said with a smile: "As long as you like it, for the second painting, do you want to take a break? Or continue?"

Zeng Xin was very interested: "It's not yet dawn, keep going, I've been asleep for several hours, and I'm very energetic now."

This answer was exactly what Lu An wanted, and he nodded immediately: "That's done, let's get started and try to finish it before dinner."

He ignored Yu Guanzhi and Chen Quan behind him. Whether they wanted to continue watching or go back to the hotel to sleep, they just let nature take its course.

Although he was very eager to hug his thigh, the old man knew that there would be no good end to being a dog licker from the beginning. People who engage in art must have the audacity to engage in art.

What is this called?

This is called welcoming yet rejecting.

This is called the time not coming yet.

Damn, if the time comes, he will definitely be more enthusiastic and generous than anyone else. He can give two hundred and two hundred million without even frowning, seven times in one night.

Unexpectedly, Yu Wanzhi did not leave. It was just that I was tired from standing. I woke up from the painting world and found that my feet were a little numb, so I returned to the sofa and closed my eyes for about two hours.

Meng Qingchi was afraid that she would catch cold, so he not only moved the charcoal fire next to her, but also found a blanket for her to cover herself.

Yu Guanzhi smiled slightly and said thank you without being polite. He held the edge of the blanket with both hands and stretched it out to cover himself.

As the number one loser, Zhou Kun asked with concern: "Wanzhi, do you want me to take you to a hotel to have a rest?

The distance is not very far, you can get there in less than 20 minutes. "

Yu Guanzhi said: "No, I'll just sit on the sofa for a while. This opportunity is rare, so you should study more."

Meng Qingchi was very excited when he heard the words "a rare opportunity". It seems that Miss Yu still recognized Xiao An's painting skills.

This made her feel at ease, and she was even more motivated to cook today.

Young Yu Guanzhi took a rest. But Chen Quan, who is getting older, is still strong and energetic. He is still where he is, staring at Lu An unblinkingly. When Lu An was not painting, he would observe his profile; when Lu An was writing, he would look at the painting; when Lu An was mixing the paint, his eyes would follow him.

Xiaobai gets up on time at 5 o'clock every morning, first goes for a walk in the yard outside, and then eats, drinks, and eats. Then he makes a move that is the envy of all men.

I saw the dog circling the sofa a few times, and finally lying down at Yu Guanzhi's feet, with its legs spread apart, its eyes looking at the woman on the sofa, and a strange buzzing sound coming from its mouth. .

Damn, this is a typical sign of being full, warm, and lustful, as if he was in a hurry and shouting: Miss Yu, come and touch me.

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