Your ghost-catching pose is perfect

Jiang Xunli patiently changed Jiang Peng's position twice, and then hid in the bathroom again under the pretext of wanting to go to the bathroom.

This time he didn't bother to get any butterflies, he just tore the paper into long strips, drew the blood talisman and held it in his hand, and when he came out of the bathroom, he passed by the railing of the stairs and threw it down.

Jiang Peng was going upstairs with the stretched cotton drawing board and oil paints, when the small note fluttered down from his eyes, and finally lay on the steps in front of his feet.

He raised his head suspiciously, and saw Jiang Xunli was naked, looking down from the railing of the stairs.

Jiang Xunli: ...

The feng shui of this house must be against him!

Fortunately, Jiang Peng didn't ask what the note was. He walked up with the drawing board and paints expressionlessly, looked at the sky outside the window, and lit the red candle on the side table beside the bed.

"Come here." He stood in front of the bed and said to Jiang Xun.

In a trance, Jiang Xunli felt like a duck about to go to the execution ground, while his cold-faced facilitator was holding a whip and holding a candle, calling him in front of the bed.

"Lie down, head out." Jiang Peng instructed concisely.

Jiang Xunli immediately climbed onto the bed, and lay down with his head facing the edge of the bed.

"Turn a little to the right." Jiang Peng continued to direct.

Jiang Xun moved away.

"Turn, not move. No, not roll, but turn."

Jiang Peng described it twice, but seeing that the effect he wanted was not achieved, he simply stepped forward and grabbed Jiang Xunli's shoulders and waist, half-hugging him up and turning around.

The man's sudden approaching breath and skin contact made Jiang Xunli a little nervous, and struggled involuntarily.

"Don't move!" Jiang Peng said coldly.

Jiang Xunli immediately stopped moving.

Jiang Peng said: "Let me pose for you, you relax."

"How can I relax!" Jiang Xunli blurted out.

This is the first time he has stripped naked in front of others!And the other party is still such a handsome guy, and he is so close!The sandalwood scent on my body is still so good!For the sake of art, ah, no, for the sake of catching ghosts, it is him, Mr. Jiang, who is no one else!

Jiang Peng said indifferently, "Don't use force on your muscles and joints."

Jiang Xunli swallowed, closed his eyes and began to recite the mantra of clearing his heart.

Seeing that the man really relaxed, Jiang Peng leaned forward and grabbed Jiang Xunli's hip bones, turning his body to an extremely voluptuous angle.He held his ankles again so that his legs folded and bent, and rested on the hollow on the side of the Babu bed.Immediately afterwards, he grabbed Jiang Xunli's elbow and wrist and pulled gently, so that Jiang Xunli's head, neck and half of his shoulder blades were almost hanging outside the edge of the bed, with one hand hanging lazily down on the footbed.

This position is a bit difficult to hold, almost completely relying on the strength of the waist and abdomen to keep the body stable on the bed.

Jiang Peng went back to the drawing board, looked at it, and then came back to adjust the positions of the bed gauze and candles. He was finally satisfied, and sat down to start drawing.

"Well, let me ask, how long will this pose take?" Jiang Xunli was a little trembling.

Jiang Peng, who was dispensing turpentine, paused his hand and said, "Tell me if you are tired, and I will arrange a rest."

Jiang Xunli felt relieved now: "Okay."

He kept his muscles tensed, and after making sure that his posture wouldn't change in any way, he sank his mind into the note downstairs with the blood talisman drawn on it.

The paper caterpillar crawled along the base of the wall to the living room, then turned into the studio next to it, then turned to the kitchen, and circled into the dining room.Along the way, I didn't find anything wrong.

The last room at the end of the corridor on the first floor is a warehouse, in which plasterboard boxes of different heights are piled up, and fabrics of various textures and colors are neatly stacked on the shelves beside the wall, as well as various still lifes and clothes. kind.

There was a small door next to the shelf, and Jiang Xunli got in through the control note.

This is a painting room completely darkened.

Large and small oil painting frames were stacked together and placed against the wall, and a stack of small oil painting boards was stacked on the side table, and a pack of sketchbooks and sketch paper stacked randomly was hung on the corner of the table.

Ever since Jiang Xunli's spiritual consciousness was brought into this room by the note, he had already felt the ghostly aura left here.

It seems that the ghost should be related to a certain painting here.It's a pity that the talisman on the note has been discounted too many times, and Jiang Xunli can't use it to distinguish which painting is the problem in more detail. If he wants to distinguish, he has to come here in person.

After confirming the location of the ghost, Jiang Xunli withdrew the note, manipulated it to climb back to the steps where it fell, pretending that it was just a little prank note, and then withdrew his spiritual power into his body.

He looked up at Jiang Peng, seeing that the other party was already immersed in drawing, so he didn't rush to speak.

The muscles were tense for too long, and a little sore, Jiang Xunli used the spiritual power in his body to relieve it, and continued to maintain this weird posture that looked lazy but was actually strenuous.

The room has been extremely quiet, only the steady breathing of the two people and the sound of brushes sweeping on the canvas.

The candle beside the bed suddenly shook, and the flame made a very slight "crack" on the last bit of candle tears left, and then went out.

Jiang Peng put down his pen, glanced at the sky outside the window, suddenly realized something, and looked at Jiang Xunli in surprise.

"You can move around." He said calmly.After a pause, he added: "Sorry, I will remember the time in the future."

Jiang Xunli turned over and sat up, stretching his shoulders.Hearing this, he quickly waved his hands and said with a sneer: "It's okay, I didn't remind you. How long will you rest? Will you continue in a while? Do you want to change the candle?"

Jiang Peng got up and walked to a place several feet away from the drawing board to look at the picture, pondered for a moment and said, "Take a rest for 10 minutes and continue."

Sitting by the bed, Jiang Xunli watched Jiang Peng cleaning the brushes in the bucket, and asked, "Mr. Jiang, have you encountered any strange things recently? For example, inexplicable marks on your body, inexplicable things in your dreams at night, or Did something in the house suddenly disappear and move its place?"

Jiang Peng raised his head, his expression indifferent.

"Cough, I'm just curious." Jiang Xunli touched his nose in embarrassment.

"No." Jiang Peng said concisely.

"Oh." Jiang Xunli stood up, twisted his waist and kicked his legs naked, pretending to ask casually, "Have you painted a lot of paintings? I haven't seen you hang them at home, have you sold them all? "

Jiang Peng didn't answer.

"Mr. Jiang... Where are your paintings? Can I see them?" Jiang Xunli moved closer to Jiang Peng, pretending to be a curious baby, "I also like to draw. …Drawing that, meticulous painting, and I have also practiced drawing with a brush! Let me see your paintings! I also want to learn from great artists!"

"Western painting and traditional Chinese painting have different techniques, especially meticulous line drawing." Jiang Peng said.

Jiang Xunli didn't care, he had never drawn any meticulous paintings before, all he drew were talismans, and all his writing was seal script, which belonged to his own specialty and had nothing to do with fine arts.But this doesn't affect him to get close to Jiang Peng.

"It's okay, I'm also very interested in oil painting recently!" He smiled and posted it, touching Jiang Peng's arm with his elbow, "Show me your painting! How about it!"

It's so sticky... It's completely different from when he punched Jiang Peng before.

Jiang Peng has never been very good at getting along with such overly familiar people. When he can't bear it, he often has to turn around and leave, or ask the other party to leave.But Jiang Xunli was the perfect model he finally met, so he couldn't bear to drive him out.

Really unable to wear it down, Jiang Peng had no choice but to get up, took out a bathrobe from the chest of drawers and threw it to Jiang Xunli with a blank expression, saying: "Put it on, go downstairs."

Jiang Xunli is as good as a streamer.

Coming down the stairs, Jiang Peng bent down to pick up the note and two pieces of waste paper that fell on the steps, and put them in his pocket.When he came to the warehouse on the first floor, he opened the door and went in to turn on the light.

Just as he was about to open the small door of the studio, Jiang Peng's eyes suddenly froze.

He rarely came to clean here, and a thin layer of dust fell on the floor.At this moment, he noticed a series of unclear but definitely existing traces on the ground, extending from the warehouse to under the door of the painting studio.

This kind of color difference will definitely be ignored in the eyes of others, but in Jiang Peng's eyes, it is as obvious as a white paint splashed on a piece of black paper.

Jiang Peng turned his head slowly, following the traces of dust all the way to the door.

He had just cleaned the corridor outside this morning, and the clue broke there.

He looked back at the traces of dust on the floor, and found that among those occasionally clear edges, there was a curved corner that he seemed to have seen somewhere.

Suddenly, Jiang Peng thought of something, moved his fingers, reached into his trouser pocket and took out the small note inside, and gently stroked the uneven edge of the note with his fingertips.

When the note was thrown down, it landed on the steps in front of his feet. When they came down just now, the note moved.

Thinking of this, Jiang Peng turned to look at Jiang Xunli.

Jiang Xunli just came in from the warehouse door, and seeing Jiang Peng looking at him, he couldn't help being a little puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Jiang Peng said indifferently, putting the note back in his pocket.

He stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the painting room, turned on the dim light bulb inside, and let Jiang Xunli in sideways.

"Wow! You have drawn so many pictures! It's amazing!"

Jiang Xunli exclaimed casually, while wrapping up the front of his bathrobe, he stepped into the painting studio with bare feet.He looked around first, then stretched out his hand to caress the picture frames standing by the wall one by one.

Suddenly, his fingers snapped.

The painting he was touching now contained a ghostly aura, but it was not too strong. It seemed that a ghost had once possessed this painting, and it had been gone for a long time now.

This is also as it should be. After all, although there is no light in the painting room all year round, the temperature and humidity are precisely controlled. It is unlikely that these dark things should breed.

Jiang Xunli decided to take a look at what was in the painting first.

"This painting, the frame of this painting is very special um...can I see this painting?"

He casually found a seemingly lame reason to ask Jiang Peng.Anyway, he would see this painting no matter what, even if he was a stalker, it didn't matter if the reason was lame or not.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Peng didn't doubt it, he stepped forward and opened the frame that was pressing on the painting, and signaled Jiang Xunli to pull the painting out.

Jiang Xunli leaned over and lifted the one-meter-wide frame to the outermost side.

This was the first time Jiang Xunli saw Jiang Peng's paintings.On the screen is the back of a skinny woman. The painting style is not particularly realistic, and even has a bit of Impressionist dreamlike flavor.

The author has something to say:

--small theater--

Painter Jiang: (The strange note was thrown by this person) Stare.

Jiang Xiaofeng: What's wrong?

Painter Jiang: It’s okay (this may be the strangest thing I have encountered recently)