XNUM X night

He never expected others to understand his paintings.

Sang Yintian let Ye Siran lie on the carpet of his own house, the easel was very high, and Sang Yintian just stood quietly on the white wooden ladder.He lowered his head and thought carefully.

"Close your eyes."

Ye Siran was very obedient and really closed her eyes.

In the next second, Sang Yintian took out all the remaining roses in the vase, tore them randomly a few times, and sprinkled all the petals on Ye Sizan's body.

In the red rose, mixed with the blood that Ye Sizan accidentally oozes out.

Sang Yintian's paintbrush was pasted on the drawing board, and it took three or four hours to paste it.Ye Siran was so sleepy that she fell into a dream unconsciously while lying on the ground.

In this dream, he seemed to have walked a long, long way without seeing anyone, except for a rose blooming at the end.

That rose was calling his name, calling him Ye Sizan.

"Ye Siran?"

"Ye Siran..."

It was Sang Yintian's voice, Ye Siran opened his eyes suddenly, and accidentally bumped into Sang Yintian's head when he got up.

"Hiss—" The palette in Sang Yintian's hand slipped onto his body, and the wet dye splashed all over him in an instant.

"Yes, I'm sorry... I didn't fall asleep on purpose... Me, my... your clothes, or I... I will pay you." Ye Siran was so nervous that he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

But Sang Yintian didn't care about these at all, because he created this "thorns".His eyes were bright, and he couldn't help stretching out his hand to grab Ye Siran's other arm.

He raised his head slightly and pointed in the direction of the drawing board. "Ye Siran, look there. Ye Siran looked over there. He blinked several times. "The person in the painting...is, is...myself? "

"Well, that's right, it's you. Of course, I also gave this painting a nice name, called..."Thorns."

The oval-shaped canvas has distinct colors, including red roses, white tulle, gauze wrapped around the wrist partially soaked in blood, and Ye Siran's face.

He is so beautiful in the painting, Sang Yintian even kept the two small moles under the corners of Ye Siran's eyes intact in the painting.

"Oh, by the way, the most critical step is still missing." Sang Yintian stared straight at Ye Siran's side face, then suddenly turned his head and walked towards the kitchen, "Wait for me."

"What?" Ye Siran turned his head to look over.Sang Yintian actually said that the painting in front of him could not be less than five figures even if it was auctioned.

Ye Siran looked at it carefully again, but still couldn't find any flaws in the painting.

For him, this is the most perfect.

"Here we come." Sang Yintian took out a lighter from which pocket he didn't know. It was a bit broken, but fortunately it was still usable.He climbed onto the wooden frame again, and put his left hand on the easel next to him.In order not to affect the quality of the painting, Sang Yintian was very careful.

A few minutes later, Sang Yintian lowered his head.

"Ye Siran, look up at me." Ye Siran raised his head upon hearing the sound, and met Sang Yintian's eyes.He smiled and said, "Every wound on your body is beautiful, so don't hide it."

After speaking, Sang Yintian approached the drawing board with the lighter in his hand, and the high temperature of the outer flame reacted chemically with the wet dye on the canvas. During the drying process, an indescribable, broken and delicate texture was highlighted. feel.It extends from the position of the wound to the outermost rose petals on the canvas.

Simply the finishing touch.

In the painting, Ye Sizan only has some obvious wounds all over his body. There are a few red roses growing in those places, and the bloody gauze on his wrist is also rendered into another dark red by the flames. It is not clear that this is just a painting by Sang Yintian.

Ye Siran was dumbfounded, staring at the painting in front of him for a long time, refusing to move.

"It's... so beautiful. It's really... so beautiful."

"Are you praising yourself for being good-looking?" Sang Yintian leaned lazily on the wooden ladder, and drew two strokes on his left cheek with a brush.

"You...painted a rose on your face?" Ye Sizan sniffed and clenched her right hand slightly.

"Yeah." Sang Yintian didn't take it too seriously, because when he was in a good mood, he always liked to use his body as a drawing board, sometimes his arms, sometimes his naked upper body.So it's no surprise to him to draw two roses on his face with a pen.Sang Yintian turned his head and pointed to the glass coffee table. "My phone is on the table, take it for me."

"Oh..." Ye Siran raised his hand to pass it over, but the wooden ladder was too high for Sang Yintian to reach.He frowned, stood back again, and pointed to the phone in Ye Sizan's hand, "Forget it, just stand there and help me take pictures."

"Uh……"

"You can shoot whatever you want, as long as you put this painting into it." Sang Yintian didn't expect a person who has nothing to do with art to learn how to think about composition.His request is very simple, as long as he and his paintings are photographed in the same photo.

Ye Siran sniffed and stepped back to the sofa.He held up his phone and quickly pressed the shutter several times.

"Click"

"You actually know how to take triple shots?" Sang Yintian was a little surprised, and couldn't help laughing, "I thought you would be so straight and perfunctory."

I don't know if this is a compliment, but Ye Siran's face turned red instantly.He raised his arm and scratched the back of his neck, and finally smirked twice. "I just think your paintings are beautiful."

Sang Yintian was stunned, this was the first time Ye Siran smiled at him.The invisible chain that imprisoned him behind him seemed to collapse at this moment.

But after all, it was only for a moment.Sang Yintian knew that his silence was just self-salvation on the verge of collapse.

No, it shouldn't be like this.Because his mother once told him that in a person's ordinary life, there must be such a person who loves you without hesitation, loves you seriously, and loves you unbearably.But Sang Yintian felt that in this world, no one would love him anymore.

"Uh..." Facing Ye Siran's praise at this moment, Sang Yintian just chuckled in the end, and still didn't say a word.

Sang Yintian used to spend time in the studio and didn't go home very often, so the refrigerator was empty, only the milk and oats he bought from the supermarket some time ago.Even though it was simple, he made a cup for each of them.Because of staying up all night, Ye Siran was a little hungry, he buried his head, his whole face almost stuck into the bowl.

Sang Yintian was about to publish the painting on his Weibo, but after thinking twice, he reached out and touched the back of Ye Siran's hand.

"What, what's the matter..." Ye Siran withdrew his hand abruptly.

"Well, I want to upload this painting on my Weibo, can I?" Sang Yintian's voice is still gentle, making people addicted to it at any time and unable to extricate themselves.

"You drew this...how can you ask me?" Ye Siran took the last sip of milk.

"Because the person in the painting is you, and I want to ask for your permission."

"Uh..." Ye Siran's shoulders trembled a few times, he hesitated.For a moment, he wanted to hide the painting well.This beauty, he wanted it to be his own private property.But Ye Siran didn't do that.

He cleared his throat and stacked the empty bowls on the dining table, "Okay, of course."

Sang Yintian didn't look Ye Siran in the eyes anymore, and uploaded the three pictures in the album to Weibo album.Sure enough, within a few minutes, the Weibo comment area fell into a new round of attacks.

[When will Sang Yintian draw for me: Wow wow wow!Help!This is too beautiful, is the name of this painting Thorns?It feels like the style of Flame Rose! 】

【Yin Tian brother's rose paintbrush: And this painting is so realistic, look at the texture on the wound, and those rose petals!At first glance, it really doesn't look like a painting. 】

[Sang Yintian sent me his hand: Family members, did no one notice that the boy in the painting is very good-looking...and it doesn't look like Yintian conceived it himself, tell me!Could he be real friends with Brother Yintian? 】

……

These ids often appeared in the comment area of ​​Sang Yintian's Weibo before, and it was hard for him not to notice.

"Hey, someone is actually asking if we are real friends?" Sang Yintian suddenly laughed.But in this smile, there is no warmth.The man he is now is different from the man he was when he was painting.

Ye Siran's hands paused, as if waiting for Sang Yintian's next response.But he didn't wait, Sang Yintian just tapped the phone screen a few times, then lowered his head and savored the coffee he just made.

Ye Siran, are you crazy?what are you expecting...

Ye Siran returned to the kitchen, turned on the faucet, and let the cold water hit the back of his hand.Very cool, just like the way Sang Yintian looked at him just now.Also, they had known each other for less than 24 hours.In other words, they just met each other once, not even knowing each other.

Just like Sang Yintian joked before, he is like a wounded stray dog, as long as he is met by a kind person, he can be taken home.But even a homeless stray dog ​​will choose whether to go home with that kind person.

But he is Sang Yintian, so Ye Siran didn't refuse.

After Ye Siran washed the dishes, she walked slowly to the entrance of the living room.

"Yesterday, thank you. Thank you for helping me with my wound."

Only then did Sang Yintian put down his phone, and nodded at Ye Siran. "You're welcome, someone else would do the same."

"Uh..." Sure enough.

Ye Siran had no reason to stay at Sang Yintian's house, he put on his shoes, stretched out his hand and opened the door.But for some reason, he stopped and looked back at the drawing on the drawing board. "that……"

"Got to go?"

"Ah."

"Thank you for being my mannequin. Be careful on the road." Sang Yintian lowered his head again and continued to look at his phone.

Xiaohan seldom took the initiative to call Sang Yintian, but today was different, because many new visitors came to Sang Yintian's studio, some of them walked around the whole studio, and finally fell in love with the painting that Sang Yintian painted last night. Deputy "thorns".And the price quoted is very impressive.

There are too many people who offer offers for Sang Yin's paintings, and Xiaohan always refused directly before.But this time, she couldn't help calling Sang Yintian.

"Hello, Xiaohan." The voice on the other end of the phone was low and tired.

Xiaohan was taken aback for a moment, then coughed lightly twice, and stood outside the studio door with her mobile phone in hand. "Brother Yintian, someone in the studio wants to buy your painting, and the price is very high."

"Which painting?" In Sang Yintian's eyes, his own painting always comes first.

"It's the one you just uploaded on Weibo this morning..." Xiaohan flipped through Weibo, and then said, "Oh yes, it's the painting called "Thorns"."

""Thorns"?" Sang Yintian was stunned for a moment, and soon returned to normal, "If I remember correctly, the composition of other oil paintings in the studio is much better than this "Thorns"."

"I knew you would say that, so I told him about it from the beginning, but that person was very stubborn... He said that he only wanted "Thorns"." Xiaohan turned his head and looked into the studio After glancing at it, he lowered his voice, "And, he bid 3."

"3?" Sang Yintian finally stopped what he was doing.

It's not that the paintings he auctioned before had a price higher than 3 yuan, but most of them were added little by little due to competition.He never expects others to understand his paintings, because he knows that those capitalists who like to bid, they love their own face more than a canvas stained with paint.

Sang Yintian felt that it didn't matter to him, and watched them fight with cold eyes.

But I have to say that Sang Yintian was lucky this time, and met a capitalist who was at the top of his mouth.He chuckled and put the coffee mug into the sink.

"Brother Yintian, brother Yintian, are you still listening?" Xiaohan seemed to be waiting impatiently, and her tone was a little urgent.

"Yes." Sang Yintian's voice was very gentle, and the ending fell lightly. "Xiaohan, tell him that 3 is too low. If you want that painting, you have to pay more."

"Ah? Do you want to add more... But I think..." Before Xiaohan finished speaking, Sang Yintian hung up the phone.

Sang Yintian is like this, he never likes to discuss with others.

Sang Yintian leaned back on the sofa, silently counting down.

"5...4...3...2..."

Before "1" could be said, Sang Yintian's phone screen turned on again.It's just that it's not a phone call this time, but a WeChat message.

The sender is Xiaohan, and the content is only one sentence.

[Brother Yin Tian, ​​that person added another 5. 】

Sang Yintian took a new coat from the closet and put it on his shoulders.He pressed the phone screen and replied the WeChat message.

[Xiaohan, I have used up all the roses in my house, you can find someone to send some over some time.Also, about the painting "Thorns"...it's in my house, let him pick it up at night. 】

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