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About this portrait, Leng Feng has a lot to say, such as when did he first start it, why he wanted to make it, why it is in this form, how many times he has modified it...but he thinks these are unnecessary, don't winter Seeing it, his subconscious reaction was the only thing Leng Feng cared about.

This is an unfinished portrait, about the size of a real person, and it is a white stone carving. The current shape looks a bit rough, and it is also made by Leng Feng, but it is completely different from the white jade Guanyin that was just completed.

But Bie Dong felt a strong impact, not only because he was the "client", but also because he felt what "creation" is. Sure enough, it is completely different from "job".

It has been half a year since he first saw this statue covered with a cloth in Leng Feng's studio. Leng Feng spent half a year making this thing, maybe earlier, don't think about it, seven months, eight months?

This is himself, with thorn-like scars on his back, and the helpless and stubborn posture that bends his knees to hug him. At the moment, he has never felt sorry for himself, and he has survived with the strongest and indifferent attitude, but at this moment he can't bear to look at this statue.

Leng Feng made the most fragile and sensitive Bie Dong, which Bie Dong has never shown to the outside world, the most tightly wrapped and deepest self. He doesn't know when Leng Feng saw it, it should be very early, so early When... Bie Dong was secretly startled, he recalled that when he thought that Leng Feng still hated him, he actually understood himself.

"Can I touch it?" Bie Dong turned to ask Leng Feng, his eyes were very soft.

"Of course." Leng Feng said.

Like stroking another self, Bie Dong touched it lightly with an indescribable touch. If the statue was alive, he wanted to hug it very much.

Leng Feng kept looking at him quietly, and then said: "Xiaodong, to be honest, I have never done anything like this before. From the very beginning, I have no idea, I don't know if I am right, and I don't know what the final result will be. .”

He has always been very sure about making things, and he can predict the ending before he starts, but this time is different. He is full of apprehension and experimentation, and he can't predict the future at all.

Leng Feng continued: "It has been adjusting and modifying, because my feeling for you has been changing, and every change makes me feel that this statue is always worse than the real you, even now , I also feel that he is not finished yet, because my feelings for you are different every moment, so if I think about it, maybe he will never finish it. "

Bie Dong was laughed at, but felt like crying afterward, pursed his lips and shook his head and said, "He's done it, he's me before, and now I'm... different."

As soon as he said it, Leng Feng understood that this was the fragile, sensitive, stubborn and helpless Biedong, the one who had nowhere to go and came to Lijin to seek refuge with strangers at first, the one who plunged headfirst into the waterfall and then had to get out With his drenched clothes off, Bie Dong was showing his scars all over his body, but he was not the present him.

The statue has already been completed.

"Do you like it?" Leng Feng asked.

Bie Dong nodded lightly, the word "like" is too light, this is the best way people around him understand him, and he thinks it is extremely precious.

"I like it." Bie Dong said.

Leng Feng smiled, and stroked the statue's shoulder with his fingers, "That's good, I can continue down."

Stone carvings have a natural roughness. Compared with jade or copper carvings, this stone carving is simple and unsophisticated, not too finely polished, a bit dull, but just right, but Leng Feng thinks this work is suitable for white stones and his own skin color. Same, he wants it to be dark, light, rough.

Shao Qihua asked several times about the progress of this work, and Leng Feng replied briefly, only saying that it was in progress, but he privately thought that even if it was completed, he would not make it public.

This is his lover, and the biggest secret of his lover. Even if this is his most successful work, what can be called "artistic creation", Leng Feng does not want to show it to irrelevant outsiders for evaluation.

At night, when the two of them came back from the restaurant after work, it began to rain again. It was August, and this summer Bie Dong had hardly been exposed to the sun. His snow-like skin was even whiter. He hated himself for being too white. Just now I was lucky when I came here. I thought this is a plateau, and the ultraviolet rays are stronger, which can make me get tanned. As a result, half a year later, it is still as white as the unmelted snow on the top of the mountain.

In the evening, the two stayed together by the workbench. Leng Feng began to apply a little glaze to the parts of the portrait. Bie Dong watched beside him as if fascinated. The colors Leng Feng prepared were very restrained, very light and very light, and they were all used on the scars , He said: "I want to retain the original texture of the stone to the greatest extent, and I don't want it to become too fine, and the color will be grayer."

Bie Dong nodded "hmm", he felt that Leng Feng could say anything and do anything, on the part of the scar on his body, Leng Feng did some dark red tones, it looked like it had scabbed over time, the middle There is some blood oozing slightly locally.

Bie Dong has already passed the point of caring for himself, and now he just looks in amazement, how did Leng Feng know his condition at that time?That's how he was, the wounds on his body healed and then cracked, and healed incompletely, because he was always being beaten.

Leng Feng knew that the wounds on Bie Dong's body were closely intertwined and could not be formed once or twice.

The soft paint brush was used on the work, Leng Feng stopped for a while from time to time, Bie Dong asked him what's wrong?Leng Feng looked at him and said, "It hurts."

Bie Dong hugged him from behind, put his face against his back, and said, "It doesn't hurt, it's been a long time." He felt that Leng Feng made this work so delicately and gently, it has completely healed his body and heart. The scars, he has long been painless.

When Leng Feng thought of how Bie Dong had been hurt by that scumbag stepfather, he felt inexplicably angry, but he never mentioned that scumbag, that person was unworthy.He put down his brush, took off his gloves, turned around to face Bie Dong, gently lifted his chin and kissed him. He kissed so hard and deeply that Bie Dong could hardly breathe. It was a long and deep kiss. Afterwards, he said: "Xiaodong, no one will hurt you in the future. If there is, I will be the first to fight to the death with him."

Bie Dong opened his eyes and saw the glaring yet gentle Leng Feng. He felt a strange warmth in his heart and couldn't help laughing. He nodded and said, "I know, King Kong boyfriend."

Leng Feng pecked him again: "You will laugh at me."

Leng Feng was particularly clingy tonight, probably because the work he had been working on for more than two months was successfully completed, or the work he had been working on for a longer time was approved by the "lord" himself. He was in a particularly good mood. From the studio downstairs Sticking all the way to the bedroom, Bie Dong took a shower, he talked to him back and forth outside the door, Bie Dong came out of the shower soaked in moisture, and when he opened the door, Leng Feng stood at the door, with "" written all over his face. I have something to ask you."

Bie Dong wanted to laugh, gently pushed him into the room, and sat on the side of his bed, Leng Feng brushed his hair consciously, Bie Dong said: "Hair is too long, I want to fix it, okay?"

Because Leng Feng likes it, Bie Dong hasn't cut it all the time, but now it's a bit too long, almost reaching the chin, he thinks it's in the way, and it's troublesome to take care of it, after all, he has never had long hair.

But Leng Feng has a secret thought, he especially wants to see Bie Dong at a certain emotional moment, above or below him, with black hair scattered all over his body, Bie Dong's hair is as white as seaweed When it comes down, Leng Feng thinks it is an extremely beautiful painting just thinking about it. Even if he only saw this scene once, it is enough. sorry.So at this time he coaxed Bie Dong: "It's not long, wife, leave all your hair to me. I'll wash, blow and tie it." As he spoke, he kissed the hot top of the head swept by the hair dryer, and kissed all the way. to the ears and neck.

Susu itch, Biedong dodged for a little while, thinking, forget it, troubles can be troublesome, as long as he likes it.

The long-haired Bie Dong has lost a lot of the fierceness of the past. He looks at Leng Feng with gentle and peaceful eyes. Leng Feng feels that Bie Dong is really like Jiang Yuan once described, a "beautiful little deer". It is the original Biedong, soft, clear and brilliant.

He was reluctant to let go while holding such a farewell, and whispered in his ear: "Honey, I want to sleep with you in my arms, okay?"

Bie Dong subconsciously still wanted to escape, but Leng Feng hugged him tightly, and said vaguely: "I don't do anything, I just want to hug you to sleep, like now, okay?"

The little wolf dog is crazy, Bie Dong is really reluctant to reject him, in fact, he also misses the feeling of sleeping with Leng Feng, it's not bad, although it's not winter, but the night in the rainy season is still cold, his eyes blinked Blink and say, "Okay."

Leng Feng picked him up by the waist, put him on his bed, and said hotly: "I'm going to take a shower, my wife don't fall asleep, wait for me."

"Okay." Bie Dong shrank back on the big bed, still feeling embarrassed, and covered half of his face.