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Leng Feng never thought that Bie Dong would leave Lijin Town, but if he really thought about it, it was not an incomprehensible idea.

Lijin is like a transit station in many people's lives, like the transition of a movie scene, the broken people come here to suture themselves, the tired people come here to rest, some people live here for a long time, but most of them are here for a short time After staying, it will return to the original track.

Even himself, Leng Feng thought, when he and Jiang Yuan came here, he didn't have any long-term plans. Jiang Yuan wouldn't stay here for the rest of his life, Leng Feng knew, and himself, to a certain extent, he felt I am more confused than Jiang Yuan.

If he uses his usual rational thinking, even if he is no longer an artist, he can still use his previous resources to work behind the scenes, as a curator or an art broker. This kind of work that does not require emotion and inspiration may be more suitable. He believes that he can well done.

However, Leng Feng knew that there was no turning back for this kind of thing. Once he became a businessman, he completely cut off art.

He still wants to keep a possibility, even if he doesn't admit it at all.

As for Bie Dong, Leng Feng thought, Lijin was still a choice for himself and Jiang Yuan, but for Bie Dong, he himself said that he made the decision when he was "desperate". why stay.

In just ten minutes, Leng Feng thought countless thoughts, all of which pointed to the fact that Bie Dong would leave, and the rare joy brought about by Bie Dong's coming here was suppressed a bit.

Bie Dong came out of the bathroom, wearing shorts and a T-shirt, showing his shapely and slender legs. He sat on the edge of the sofa bed and wiped his hair with moisture. Now his hair is longer. The ears were covered during the Lantern Festival, and now it is uneven. The problem is down to the chin, because Leng Feng said that his hair is longer and looks better, so Bie Dong has never cut it. It is inconvenient when he is working. Always scattered in bits and pieces, appearing casual and elegant, Leng Feng likes to see his current appearance very much.

The sternness and ruthlessness when we first met are gone, and now Leng Feng realizes that the ruthlessness he saw back then was nothing but Bie Dong's protective look.

Bie Dongcao wiped the grass a few times and was about to fall asleep, Leng Feng pulled him up: "Come on, be careful of headache."

But Leng Feng doesn't have a hair dryer here, he has always had a straight head, so he doesn't need that thing, but Bie Dong's hair is growing now, so he can't do it without blow drying, Leng Feng thought he had to buy one tomorrow, but now he thought about it Ge Zhe said, "I don't have a hair dryer here for the time being, but there is a heater in the bathroom. Why don't you go and stand there and blow it for a while?"

Bie Dong nodded, in fact, he didn’t turn it on when he just took a shower, Leng Feng went in and opened it for him, the warm air outlet was on the top of his head, Bie Dong stood against the wall, the hot wind was blowing his hair, it was very comfortable, he pressed against the wall Standing is also very obedient, steaming face quickly turned red, like a doll.

Leng Feng liked it just by looking at it.

Leng Feng didn't go out right away, but took off his shirt on his own, and said, "I'll take a shower, don't you mind?"

Bie Dong's back tensed, and he could only say, "I don't mind."

The shower room inside is separated by frosted glass, Leng Feng stripped himself off very comfortably, and entered the shower room calmly, with the sound of water rushing and hot air, only a vague outline could be seen from the outside.

Just now Leng Feng didn't look back at Bie Dong, naturally he didn't know that Bie Dong's head was drooping, his ears were red, now that someone went in, Bie Dong raised his head quietly, saw his flushed face in the mirror, he thought , people just take a shower, what is your heart beating?He also found excuses for himself, no one can keep calm after seeing Leng Feng's body at a glance, right?

This body is completely a mature man, it should be strong, it should be thin, it should be big, it should be small, Bie Dong himself, as a man, really admires him in his heart, he thinks it is perfect , Moreover, although he hugged this body close to his body when he was sleeping, and even touched it unconsciously, it is still very different from looking at it so frankly in front of him!

His palm seemed to be able to feel the touch of this body, and it was so hot that his palm began to become damp.

Bie Dong spread out his palms and stuck them on the tiles behind him, letting his palms and heart calm down together.

After a few minutes, he felt that his hair was almost dry, and Leng Feng was still covered with foam. Bie Dong stared blankly at the blurry shadow for a while, and then shouted: "Brother Feng, my hair is dry, first out."

"Okay." Leng Feng replied with the sound of water.

When he came out after washing, Bie Dong had already fallen asleep on the sofa bed. The two beds were not far apart, and there was only a bedside table and a pot of banyan leaves in between. Leng Feng simply wiped his hair and lay down. On the bed, before turning off the lights, said to Bie Dong: "Good night."

"Good night, Brother Feng." Bie Dong was tired of hearing the sound.

On the first night when Bie Dong stayed here, Leng Feng suffered from insomnia.

The feeling of having another person in the room is very different. Although Bie Dong's sense of presence is not strong, it is the same as his current temperament, faint and somewhat alienated, but Leng Feng's feeling is very strong, It was as if there was a fragrance in the room that only he could smell.

He fell asleep facing Bie Dong's direction. In the darkness, he could only see the slightly undulating scattered lines on the adjacent bed. Bie Dong turned over occasionally, making some small rubbing sounds, and subconsciously aggravated breathing, cold Feng could hear it clearly. Bie Dong slept in the same room with him, and would sleep in the same room in the future. He felt it was incredible and safe.

After lying down for almost two hours, Leng Feng was still sleepless. He sighed and got up as quietly as possible. If he couldn't sleep, he went downstairs to make the sculpture. Doing it in the middle of the night, he has a particularly keen sense of Bie Dong at night, now that everyone is living in the house, Leng Feng can't help himself, he can't touch real people, so he can only sway all his emotions into his works .

The stairs are made of wrought iron, so it is inevitable that there will be some noise when going downstairs. Leng Feng has tried his best to quiet down the footsteps. He used to go downstairs in the middle of the night, and he would not pay attention to these things. Now because there is one more person, Leng Feng has more scruples unconsciously. And pay attention, he suddenly felt that the house he had lived in for more than two years, which had always been said to be just a "studio", now suddenly felt like a "home".

The work has been stagnant for a long time. Ever since Shao Qihua said, "That person may be your chance", Leng Feng has never done it again. He knows that Shao Qihua is right. Whenever his feelings for Bie Dong get better, this work will There will be a layer of revision, which changes with his mood, but his feeling and grasp of Bie Dong has never reached the deepest and most fundamental level, so that he always feels that something is missing in this work.

His emotions were strong this evening, strong enough to at least make him do something else.

When Gebu is uncovered, it is already a beautiful work. The whole shape of the human body conveys emotions. You don’t need to explain it deliberately. You can feel its expression at the first sight of the work. In this regard, it has already Better than all of Leng Feng's previous works.

Leng Feng could feel it himself, he stood quietly in front of it and looked at it for a long time, the more he looked at it, the more tenderness he felt in his heart, this was also an experience he had never had before.

For those works in the past, he is very clear which angle is not good enough, and what techniques and techniques should be used to perfect him. It seems to be a conclusion that can be drawn without brain, which is a conditioned reflex that he was trained from a young age.

In other words, he never fell in love with his work.

He can give a balanced, 90-point thing, but it stops there.

That night, Leng Feng spent three hours and only made very small adjustments to the work. Maybe outsiders couldn't see it at all, but he could feel it. His eyes were different, and he felt that he had never been so keen.

But it was still not finished, Leng Feng was not in a hurry, that was all he could do tonight, he covered it again, cleaned the workbench, washed his hands and went upstairs.

Leng Feng stood at the door of the bedroom for a while, Bie Dong was still asleep, he walked to Bie Dong's bed, squatted down, Bie Dong fell asleep facing him, the quilt was tightly covered, only half a slap face out.

It was already dusk, and the hazy light shone in through the curtains, and one could see Bie Dong's heroic, neat young man's lines, thin eyelids, like a ripple when closed, and slender eyelashes, and his skin was similar to that of the north. Like snow, Leng Feng's fingers almost touched his cheek, but stopped, stroking with a distance of less than one centimeter.

The person in front of him slowly opened his eyes, Leng Feng was stunned for a moment, wondering when Bie Dong would wake up.

When Bie Dong saw Leng Feng squatting in front of him, he was not shocked, but opened his eyes halfway, and called out in a hoarse voice: "Brother Feng, are you awake?"

Leng Feng didn't say that he was still asleep, and dropped his hands, feeling a little uncomfortable, but when the two of them looked at each other, the discomfort quickly disappeared.

"En." Leng Feng said.

Bie Dong looked at him without blinking, he was a little dazed in the state of not waking up, Leng Feng suddenly asked him: "Xiaodong, do you really want to go?"

He was referring to the matter of leaving Lijin. In this hazy morning, he asked the question out of the blue, without cause and effect, but Bie Dong understood it. He stared at Leng Feng for a while, and then nodded lightly. .

That thought came early, and then became very faint, and it was only when he blurted it out to Yi Min that Bie Dong realized that it never disappeared.

Leng Feng was also silent, he kept squatting, feeling his legs were a little numb, changed his position, Bie Dong still looked at him motionless, Leng Feng was not sure, but he still asked: "Then, what if Brother Feng Let you stay?"

Bie Dong blinked, like an elf, and asked softly, "Why?"

Why, Leng Feng can give many reasons, but none of them are the reason deep in his heart, there is only one such reason.

He suppressed that reason and said: "I, um, I'm doing some works and need a model, can you be my model?"

Bie Dong didn't speak, as if he was thinking.

After a while, Leng Feng said frankly: "I need you, Xiaodong, can you stay for me?"

Bie Dong stretched out a hand from under the quilt, gently stroked Leng Feng's chin with his warm fingertips, and said, "Okay."