Chapter 128:

Art life (1)
The huge music that makes people jump out of the heart, the lighting of the swaying people, and the crowds who dance in the crowd, is it here, the bar?
I feel that my chest is very uncomfortable and my head is very dizzy. This is obviously a feeling of drunk, but in addition to being drunk, the body seems to have other strange feelings. He didn't have time to think about it. He started the system and kept himself awake. Now he just wants to leave the bar and go to a quiet place to stay.
Suddenly, someone came over to help him with his shoulders, as if he wanted to take him away. At the moment when the person touched his body, he felt a chill and a very disgusting, so he pushed the man away.
The man was pushed open and entangled, and it seemed that he must take the shackles away.
The body does not make much effort, and the person is pushed for a long time, the body is getting more and more wrong, and then it will not work, he has a very bad feeling.
I used the system to quickly scan the body, but it was actually given medicine!
Regardless of who the person is, it is certainly not a good thing to give him medicine, and his body’s subconscious reaction makes this person very disgusting and dangerous.
I used the system to support my consciousness, grabbed the bottle on the table, and slammed it on the head of the man. The man immediately fell to the ground with a scream, and the crowd screamed and the crowd fled. The scene is a mess.
I ran out of the chaos and stumbled out of the bar door. I looked around and decided to run across the road. Because there are more people there, even if someone chases them out, he is not easy to be chased. If he catches up, he will be able to cope with the situation of many people.
He staggered to the middle of the road, just a car quickly opened, although the car did not hit him quickly, but he was shocked and his body fell softly on the ground.
The person in the car opened the door and got off the bus. He asked me, "Are you okay? Would you like to send you to the hospital?"
Because the lights were too bright, the man was backlit, and he couldn’t see what he looked like. He could only shake his head with his eyes closed.
"Then you hurry up, don't block in the middle of the road."
The man said that he would have to lift the donkey, and he also wanted to stand up and continue to go, but the effect of the drug attacked, and his body had no strength at all, and could not stand.
"Help, help, me." There was no way, I had to ask for help from this person. He thought, he should not be so unlucky, just happened to meet someone who almost hit him, but he also got off the bus and asked. He has nothing to do, whether to go to the hospital, it should not be a bad person. Most importantly, his body does not have a sense of rejection of this person.
The voice was too small, the man did not hear it, and asked again, "What do you say?"
"Help me, bad guys, chase me..." Hey as loudly as possible.
The man followed the sly look at the door to the bar, and rushed out of the bar to see a few people looking left and right.
The man picked up the cockroach, opened the seat behind the car, put the cockroach in, and then drove himself to drive and left.
"Where do you live?" the man asked.
"I, I..." The brain was still not clear. I didn't know what I was subconsciously thinking about, but the chest was soaring that he couldn't help but spit it out.
"Hey, don't spit on my car!" the man called.
He vomited and fainted, feeling that he had spit everything in his stomach, then he fell backwards, and then immediately fell into the darkness, unconscious.
When I regained consciousness, I didn't have time to open my eyes. I only felt a headache. I couldn't help but hold his head. He started the system and relieved headaches.
"Wake up? Stop sleeping for a while?"
The body immediately froze, looking at the source of the sound, a tall and handsome man, standing at the end of the bed to draw.
Drawing? Wait, look at the sunshine outside, it should be right in the morning, in the morning, what kind of painting does this person stand at the end of the bed? I haven't reacted for a long time.
I remembered the last night, I thought that this man should be the one who saved himself last night. He was about to speak, but suddenly he felt that something was wrong. When he looked down, he found himself naked, so the man was What the painting is, the answer is already obvious.
"Perverted you!" I immediately pulled the quilt over my body.
"It's very spiritual, the head is not hurting?" Cui Yan smiled and said.
He was reminded by him that the head was even more painful. It was not only a headache of a hangover, but also a lot of confusion about what happened now. Shouldn't he just be born again, and he will be in a metamorphosis? He thought he was a good person to ask for help. Although they are all men, even if they are looked at, they are not really serious things, but the problem is that after losing their consciousness last night, have you ever done anything serious about him?
"What about my clothes?" I don't want to talk to him all the time without wearing anything.
Cui Yan glanced at him and turned and went out.
Holding the quilt and holding the head of the tap, I can't tell the awkwardness in my heart. I always feel that I am being taken advantage of it. I must ask the person to ask clearly later.
Looking up at the easel at the end of the bed, because my heart was too curious, dragging the quilt to the end of the bed, one foot on the ground, and looking around to see the contents of the painting.
After seeing what was drawn on the painting, I immediately widened my eyes. Although I had to admit that he painted very well, it was quite realistic, but the above is a picture of his naked sleep. Happy.
I wonder, how is this person doing this, painting his nakedness without his consent, and..., the details are too realistic, right? ! He couldn't help but open the quilt around his waist and looked down at his legs. He really painted it.
"How do you feel about my painting?"
He didn't notice when he suddenly returned to the room, was shocked, his feet were soft, and when he almost fell to the ground, he was lifted by a strong arm and he was taken into his arms. .
"Unfortunately, you haven't finished painting, you wake up. Why don't you sleep for a while, let me finish?" Cui Yan said.
"You..." His body was tightly attached to him, his hips were dragged by his wide palms, and he was about to look up and swear, but he was stunned at the moment he looked at him.
Just now, I was worried about panic and panic. I didn’t look at the person’s looks carefully. Now I look at him so close, only to find that this person is simply a mixture of Feng Yi and Zhao Bocheng. Is it...
After watching for a while, my body suddenly shook, and the familiar feeling of impacting the soul reappeared. So, this person is his own lover, right?
Cui Yan stared at him, how could he not move his eyes, because he felt the same feeling.
Cui Yan brought the cockroaches back last night. Both of them were dirty. Originally, Cui Yan was throwing him to the maid, but he didn’t know how to make him take him to his room. After his clothes were taken to the maids, he was fascinated by his body, and he wanted to draw the 'beauty' in front of him. He couldn't help but take out the paintings that had been put on hold for a long time, and stood there painting all night. Although the paintings were almost the same, it was a pity that he had not finished yet and he woke up.
"Do you have to take a shower first? There are clean bathrobes in the bathroom, and some clothes will be sent to you later." Cui Yan said.
When I came back, I felt that I was holding his big palm behind me and couldn’t help but blush. "You let me go first."
"Oh." Cui Yan's palm is somewhat reluctant to touch the skin on his hands, and the fingers are not tightened by the control of the brain, so that the squats shake again.
Taking advantage of Cui Yan, this person is really no longer the habit of rogue for himself, as long as there is a chance to eat tofu, whether they have just met, or have been married for many years.
Cui Yan let go of the cockroach, and immediately ran into the bathroom to lock the door, preventing the hungry wolf from rushing in.
Looking at the people in the mirror, I took the water and patted the red and hot face. I was so troubled by myself that I even forgot my headache.
Turning on the hot water to wash away the sweat and alcohol from the body, and looking back at the body in the mirror, I couldn't help but lick it. This body is really good, not a type that is distinct in muscles and lines, but a temptation to provoke crime. It is no wonder that the person will draw himself when he is slumbering. It is not suitable for being painted, and the body that can show artistic charm is the most suitable for being painted on paper.
Strange, there are some doubts in my heart. Why is there always something related to painting in my mind? Is it true that the original owner of this body is engaged in painting?
璟旸 Open the system and start to get an idea of ​​the identity of the body.
I really want to guess what it is. This time, his rebirth is a student who has not graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts, called Muxi. He has a very good artistic talent. He has shown his talents in painting since he was a child. Although he spends a lot of money on painting, it is good that his family environment is not bad. He usually spends a lot of money and can pay for his study. The overhead of painting.
After his efforts, Muxi passed the Lushan Academy of Fine Arts, one of the best art schools in the country, and his parents died suddenly because of an accident. The sudden blows made it almost impossible to keep up, and at the same time faced the difficulty of not paying the tuition fees for the next few years, and it is likely to drop out of school.
After the grief, Muxi decided to cheer up and insist on the dream of becoming a painter. In any case, he would stay in the Academy of Fine Arts. His grades were excellent, he received a scholarship, and he worked part-time and half-read, and received a grant. He managed to study successfully for two years, but...
"Will it be washed?"
Hearing the sound coming from outside the door, immediately shut down the system and stop learning. "Well, I will come out soon."
"I thought you were fainting inside, breakfast is ready, come out and eat." Cui Yan said.
The bathroom is dry and wet. Turn off the shower, walk to the dry area outside, open the cabinet on the wall, and take out a clean bathrobe from the inside.
"The clothes are brought to you." Cui Yan pointed to the clothes on the bed and looked at the wall against the wall.
"Thank you." He picked up his clothes and went in to the bathroom. He saw that the painting at the end of the bed was gone. He asked the question, "Drawing?"
"I put it away." Cui Yan said.
"You..." I don’t know what to say at the moment, saying that his current identity is to learn art, and that he is still learning art. For oil paintings like nudes, it should be art. Looking at the eyes and thinking, but from his own point of view, he did not want to be seen without clothes.
"Do not worry, except for me, I will not let other people see it. It is better for you to repay me to save you. If you are willing to let me finish painting, it will be better."
I wondered how he forgot how his lover is a possessive person. He will definitely be more reluctant than others to see that he is not wearing clothes, so he has no need to worry about it. Will be onlookers.
But let him continue to paint this kind of thing, or say it later, after the two have determined the relationship, maybe it can be used as a kind of fun, now, forget it.
When I didn’t hear Cui Yan’s words, I walked into the bathroom and changed my clothes.
Cui Yan’s home is a three-story super-large villa with a garden and a swimming pool. When breakfast is served, the butler is standing by a dozen or so servants, and there are many bodyguards and helpers outside the house.
What kind of scene has not been seen, he is also a man who has been a queen and a queen. Although he was born in this world, but in front of his lover, he is too lazy to pretend to be shocked and cramped, very calm. Eating breakfast.
"You are a student at the Lushan Academy of Fine Arts?" Cui Yan asked.
"Yeah." He nodded.
"Then you should be very accepting about things like body painting. After all, you must have painted a lot of mannequins. You should understand that in the process of painting, you are carrying the idea of ​​pursuing art, not the other. Is your mind right?"
He bowed his head and sipped the seafood porridge in the bowl very seriously. He didn't answer his question and didn't want to be circulated by him.
Cui Yan saw that he did not answer, his expression was slightly disappointing, and it was rare to meet such a good body, but he could not finish painting at one time. But it doesn't matter. There will definitely be opportunities to achieve his own goals in the future. He has never succeeded in what he wants to do.
After eating breakfast, Cui Yancai took out his student ID card and mobile phone to him. "Do you live on campus or live outside the school? I will send you back."
"I..." I took the student ID card and quickly checked it out with the system and said "live outside the school."