A surprise surprise for a multi-golden man

The sky was getting bright, and Bi Xiaocong woke up from an extremely uncomfortable state. Because there was no air conditioner, he was sweating all over after another night of "fierce battle". He desperately needed to take a shower, hoping that the damn rainstorm had stopped.

He wanted to turn over and sit up, but his waist and legs were sore. He gritted his teeth and grunted twice, and had no choice but to retreat back to the bed.

"I'm sorry to disturb your sleep...I'm rushing to draft." The sloppy king who was sitting in front of the writing desk holding a paintbrush smiled at him very gently, with a little apology in his smile.

"Aren't you a street stall, why are you still painting?" Seeing the paint and paper on the table, he asked curiously, did he meet the legendary "painter".

Someone scratched his head in embarrassment: "Drawing comics is a hobby, and I can make a living. I have serials on the website, and I have to update 30 pages every week, so I basically spend my evenings drawing."

"When you're not drawing, you set up a stall and sell CDs. Your life is full of fun!" He wanted to talk to the other party as naturally as possible, but when he touched the wet marks on the bed sheets, his smile froze. They really did something "earth-shattering".

"There will be some breakfast for sale in a while, what do you want to eat?" the cartoonist put down his pen and asked in a gentlemanly manner.

Bi Xiaocong closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, and replied vaguely: "Wontons, sesame seed cakes."

"Well, I'll go out and buy later." After he finished speaking, he sorted out the manuscripts he had drawn, and went to the outhouse to brush his teeth and wash his face.

Hearing the movement in the outer room, Gao Dashang couldn't fall asleep even more. He turned his face to look at the drawn curtains, and listened carefully. The rain seemed to have stopped. He should leave this place quickly. Could it be that he still has to wait for this inexplicable relationship with him? Guys who have sex with the same sex can't deal with the aftermath?Maybe this person is GAY, I heard that the circle is very chaotic, with high incidence of AIDS, just in case...

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, so he got up and crawled to the foot of the bed to look through his shorts, and found the target in a pile of dirty clothes. How sloppy is this person? Does he only change his clothes every three or four days? Your mother, even if If it's gay, he has to pick a suitable partner, at least clean and hygienic, he can't stand sloppy people the most.

While Duo Jinnan was searching for clothes with the snow-white sign, the sloppy man returned to the back room after washing. Just in time to see the wonderful scene, he coughed twice in embarrassment: "You can take a shower."

"Thank you for your kind invitation. I'm not used to such a narrow bathroom." He was stubborn, but when he was just sitting on the bed and getting dressed, something leaked out there, and it was so uncomfortable to put on his pants just like that. ?He immediately looked up and glared at the guy who did something bad, and wanted to curse a few words, but he did it voluntarily from the beginning to the end, if whining and complaining is any different from a woman?

"Although the bathroom is narrow, the water is quite hot." The cartoonist added.

He hasn't spent the night with anyone for more than a year. He usually draws comics at home, or goes out to set up a street stall. He has no time, let alone energy, to make a girlfriend. He doesn't even have time to use "Momo" and WeChat. Busy.Drawing comics sounds very decent and high-end, but it is actually a hard-earned job with low pay. Now he can get 5000 manuscript fees every month, plus sales, and the monthly income is more than 3000. Fortunately, he does not need to rent a house. , or even life is enough, you can save [-] every month for emergencies, after all, men want to marry wives.

Bi Xiaocong was stunned for a few seconds, then asked coldly: "Do you have a clean bath towel?" He deliberately emphasized the word "clean", because everything here is dirty.

"Yes, I bought a new one." The cartoonist hurriedly opened the closet, took out a clean white bath towel and handed it to Duo Jinnan, without even daring to look directly at his "naked body".

Wrapped in a bath towel, Bi Xiaocong walked into the simple shower with a few twitches, put the towel on the double-tub washing machine, turned on the shower head and took a shower.Looking at the "Bee Flower Shampoo" on the plastic shelf and a large bucket of unknown brand body lotion that can be bought for ten yuan, he was in a terrible mood. He stepped on the floor tiles with bare feet, and after a while But how to get out uh! ! !

"I put your slippers outside for you. I just cleaned them...I'll go buy some breakfast." Someone came uninvited and put the plastic slippers outside the shower, and then went out to buy breakfast up.

Hearing these words, his mood improved a little, and he felt that the washing was very comfortable, and he began to hum a song without knowing it...

After taking a shower, he wiped his body, wrapped himself in a bath towel, went back to the back room and put on his clothes. Although his waist was sore and his legs were weak, his spirit had recovered. He unconsciously walked to the writing desk to watch the works of the sloppy king, and was immediately caught by the paper. The picture is captivating.In this day and age, people still draw by hand, and there is obviously a desktop computer next to them, so why not use a digital tablet?

However, the lines drawn by hand are indeed richer, more exquisite and moving. The tough style reminds him of a manga "Shonan Pure Love Group" (GTO prequel) that he read many years ago. The story is also about bloody fighting, dialogues and scenes It's very simple, but it can attract readers' attention at once. I didn't expect this guy to be really good at it!

"Let's eat!" The sloppy king entered the back room with the breakfast he bought, and put the rice bowl on the folding table.

"How long have you been drawing manga?" Bi Xiaocong asked while flipping through the manuscript.

"Ten years...but still a little-known author." He sat on the bench, picked up the chopsticks melancholy, with the same decadent expression as before.

"Since you can't make money, why do you persist?" Nowadays, young Chinese people are very realistic. If they can't make money, they will give up immediately. Unless they really like painting, otherwise, who would endure this kind of life? You can earn seven to eight thousand a month by engaging in design, right?

The sloppy man smiled wryly and said, "I pursue it desperately because I like it. You see, I don't have to squeeze the bus, and I don't have to face open and secret fights in the workplace. I live a pretty comfortable life."

Bi Xiaocong turned his head and looked him up and down: "You draw pictures at the desk every day, and it's not easy to hide from the city management and sell CDs." This person is really strange, maybe art people are not out of their minds, right?

"Everyone pursues different things, as long as they think it's worth it." He has heard countless people discuss such topics with himself, and he can be an original game painter and illustrator with his own ability, but he still stubbornly insists on drawing comics and walking. I have survived so hard until today, and I am lucky not to starve to death.

"I don't think you're worth it. Can't drawing comics be a hobby? You should find a stable job. In this kind of society, it's hard to move forward without money. Even the rich may not be able to buy the future!" He was always Every now and then, he is faced with this sense of crisis, and ordinary people cannot feel it, because he holds the livelihood and future of thousands of people in his hands, and this is the trouble of the superior.

Their family’s company mainly deals in hotels and real estate. It’s been too difficult to do real estate in recent years. My parents have already sold all the land in hand, and they don’t plan to open new ones. There is still a project for sale, and it has already sold 30 %, the sales situation is not good, and I hope to get back the capital as soon as possible. Although the house price is still rising slightly, it is hard to guarantee that it will plunge in the future. However, they cannot lower the price even if they are killed, and the price reduction will only bring more negative effects.

Seeing the expression of Duo Jinnan frowning slightly, the cartoonist said gently: "Let's eat first, and then we'll talk after eating."

Bi Xiaocong sat next to him, unceremoniously took a sesame seed cake, and lowered his head to eat wonton stew. Not to mention that he was really hungry, the breakfast tasted good, but it tasted better than the ones in star-rated hotels, which reminded him of The superb cooking skills of the deceased grandma.

"What's your name?" They didn't know each other's names after a long time. Although it's 419, there won't be a second time. For the sake of lodging and breakfast, asking the person's name is at least polite.

"Ai Ju, Kikyo's Ju, how about you?" Duo Jinnan asked his name, and he felt very happy, at least it showed that he still had some feelings for him.

"Bi Xiaocong." Who cares who this guy is, he is just out of politeness, looking at the sloppy man smiling like a dog's tail, his goosebumps are all over the ground, so he should finish eating and leave here better.

Ai Ju silently repeated the name several times in his heart before he buried his head in eating again. Although the person in front of him was not a beautiful woman or a cute loli, they had a good time last night, which made him have a long-lost Impulse, he suddenly felt that life was better!