When infatuated by taking off the ring [Entertainment]

What Xu Luojia hated most when he was in school was Monday, but now he is looking forward to its arrival.

However, this day seems to be against you. When you wait for him, you will be scratching your heart and lungs, impatient, and Monday will come in a hurry.

It would be better to meet Fu Sinian at three o'clock in the afternoon, but Xu Luojia arrived at the wood carving shop at two o'clock, and there was nothing to do, so he sat quietly in the coffee shop next to him, waiting slowly.

To say that Xu Luojia did the most for Fu Sinian is to wait.However, unlike any other time in the past, the waiting at this time has become a happy thing.

Because he knew that the waiting this time was no longer the same as in the past, and the tears could not be exchanged for the result after they were dried up, and there was no end in sight.

The sun is just right now, warm and genial, with dark green parasols, charred black rattan chairs, fashionable ladies wearing exquisite skirts and carrying bags, and children waiting for desserts at the window next to them, and bubbles flying in the square in the distance. Bubbles, refracting colorful streamers-everything is fine, fine.

Unknowingly, the time gradually pointed to three o'clock, Xu Luojia became tense from relaxed, sat upright unconsciously, the coffee cups on the glass table were also neatly arranged, and kept looking at the direction of the street crossing .

The woodcarving shop is at the end of this street, so Fu Sinian can only come in from the corner.

The fingers unconsciously rubbed the edge of the phone back and forth, and suddenly, the fingertips paused, and Yuanyuan's eyes lit up.

A man came from the corner of the street, like a model, tall, wearing a long black trench coat, looking down at his phone while walking.There are many coffee shops on this street, Fu Sinian walked all the way, not only the open-air ones, but even the customers in the windows looked sideways.

Xu Luojia felt nervous for a while, every time he saw Fu Sinian, it seemed like countless thorns grew on his back, he was cautious and afraid.

When he was about to walk to the woodcarving shop, Fu Sinian put away his mobile phone, put it in the pocket of his windbreaker, casually raised his eyes, and saw Xu Luojia standing by the side of the road at a glance.

Wearing a light green jacket and black jeans, his hair turned a warm and gentle brown under the sunlight, he has a handsome appearance, a pair of round bright eyes, and looks good-tempered.

Today's sunshine seems to be really good, and the annoying text messages from other lovers on the phone seem to be ignored, and the chest is full of a sticky feeling like maple syrup.

Fu Sinian had a gentle expression and a smile on his handsome face, and asked, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

Xu Luojia was still very nervous, shook his head and said, "I just came."

Fu Sinian glanced at the coffee that was about to solidify on the table, but he didn't say anything, he didn't feel burdened, and he said with a completely trusting expression, "Let's go."

The two walked into the nearby wood carving shop together.

It was the first time for Xu Luojia to come to this kind of place, and she was a little shocked by the sight in front of her. As soon as she walked in, she was faced with a huge wall filled with large and small wood carvings, some of which were painted magnificently. Some of them are the original wood, some are exquisitely carved and lifelike, while some seem to be just sculptured models, hanging lifelessly.

The store is very quiet, and there are no people there. There is only a strong smell of wood in the store, as if human beings have accidentally entered the world of wood.

Fu Sinian led him around the wall, and no one greeted him on the way. Fu Sinian lifted the curtain of a room and raised his chin slightly, meaning to let him in.

Xu Luojia said thank you nervously and politely, and walked in obediently. There were two small stools in the room, and Xu Luojia sat on the inner one.

Fu Sinian took off his long trench coat, put it on the shelf next to him, took out his cell phone, and asked Xu Luojia by the way: "Do you want to take off your coat too?"

Xu Luojia shook his head, for some reason, the thicker he wore, the better he could hide the thorns on his body, and he would not be so trembling and nervous.

But once Fu Sinian sat down beside him, Xu Luojia realized that it was useless, no matter how much he wore.The aura around him was strong, and he was wearing a black shirt with his elbows slightly rolled up, looking handsome and casual.

And the room was not too big, except for the smell of wood, it was Fu Sinian's breath. His smell was like a forest covered with snow, with a cool and pure bitterness of sandalwood.

Two people sat side by side at the table, if they raised their hands inadvertently, it would be a breeze to touch each other's skin, and there was no intentional provocative element at all, pure integrity.

Xu Luojia had ghosts in his heart and was very nervous, so he suddenly stood up and stretched his body to get the wood. When he sat down, he pretended to adjust the small wooden chair, and silently pulled the chair closer to the wall.

He didn't see it, but the person beside him suddenly smiled narrowly, and a trace of affection flashed in his eyes.

Xu Luojia was still concentrating on picking up the wood just now. This piece of wood was a little heavy, and it required both hands to hold it steadily. The grain on it showed a rounded symmetry.

Fu Sinian asked: "Do you like this piece of wood?"

Xu Luojia quickly put it down, shook his head, and smiled shyly: "No, I'm curious." Then he asked, "Do you want to make wood carvings for your friends? Have you thought about what to do?"

Fu Sinian let out a "huh" and said in a deep and magnetic voice, "I haven't made up my mind yet, I just want to carve something for him—he doesn't need money, what he lacks is heart."

Xu Luojia was very envious. If only he was Fu Sinian's friend. I heard that he was a child. Not only did he have the bond of growing up together, but he could also get a memory from Fu Sinian. Well, not to mention the wood carvings made by myself.

"Can you help me figure out what to carve?" Fu Sinian looked at him and said.

Xu Luojia quickly cleared up her mood, but seriously helped him think.When he was thinking, his eyes tilted his head and drooped, his eyelashes blinked and blinked, as if inspiration could flash out from the gap between the eyelashes.

Fu Sinian laughed.

A man can be so motherly even if he thinks about it.

There was nothing on his face, and he focused on the person in front of him.

In other words, at such a young age, Fu Sinian will be able to defeat those big names who have been in the film industry for decades, and win the Golden Dragon Award.

The art creation industry may be the industry that requires the most talent. Others seem dull after decades of sculpting. Talented people know how to present themselves as soon as they appear on the stage. Every move is vivid and natural.

Fu Sinian was born in such a family. Jingli's calculations are already deeply rooted in his instincts, and pretending to be a show is a talent in his genes. He has no stage fright at all, and he can show it vividly when facing the camera and the gaze. Any play is at your fingertips.

He, Fu Sinian, is now the lead actor in a beautiful and romantic gay film.

Therefore, a young man from a rich family who wanders around and plays games in the world can now pretend to be a pure, kind, and upright young college student.A violent and cruel person can now pretend to be a gentle and lovely lover.

Xu Luojia asked embarrassingly: "Is your friend a boy or a girl?"

"Boy." Fu Sinian said.

"Then does he like anything in general? He likes eating, watching anime? Or watching dramas? Or, uh, maybe he likes..."

Once Xu Luojia fell into a certain logical thinking, he couldn't care less about being nervous. His eyes were round and raised up, wishing to express all the thoughts in his mind, like a person who warmly welcomes his master home...

"puppy."

"Huh?" Xu Luojia looked puzzled.

"Just carve a puppy." Fu Sinian said solemnly.

"Oh, okay, I'll help you." Xu Luojia casually picked up the wood next to him and handed it to him.

But Fu Sinian shook his head and said: "The puppy should be bright yellow, this piece of wood is too green and too cold."

Then he stood up, picked a piece of basswood from the shelf next to him, weighed it in his hand, smiled with satisfaction, put the wood on the work table, took out another piece of delicate white paper and pencil, and handed it to Xu Luojia.

"Can you draw a puppy? Can you draw one for me?"

Xu Luojia had learned sketching before, but it had been a long time since he had drawn seriously, and said, "I'm not very good at drawing."

"Draw, I'll change it after you draw it."

Xu Luojia had no choice but to take the white paper and pencil and put them on the small table. A little golden retriever that he saw next to the coffee shop this afternoon flashed in his mind. He touched it, and the fur was warm and soft. It moved, and soon a naive golden retriever appeared on the white paper, sitting with its head tilted, very cute.

Fu Sinian said: "There's no need to change it, it's exactly what I want, thank you."

Xu Luojia's face became hot again, and he hesitated: "Well, yes, it's good if I can help you..."

Fu Sinian picked up the pencil, and then sketched a few strokes on the paper to make the golden retriever's eyes rounder, making it look softer and kinder, with a better temper. Finally, he put a nameplate on the golden retriever's neck. But did not write.

After drawing the design draft, Fu Sinian picked up the ink pen and basswood, and sketched rough outlines on it.

Fu Sinian is sculpting, but he himself is also a perfect work of God's sculpting. When his fingers are pressed hard, the phalanges are more distinct, white and slender, and even the sinuous and concave muscles of the forearm look perfect.

While hooking the basswood in his hand, he lowered his eyelids and said, "Luojia, do you want to carve one too?"

"Yes, can you?"

"Ah."

Fu Sinian put down the wood in his hand, lowered his head, took out another piece of white paper from the table, and handed it to him.

Xu Luojia took it and said "thank you".

Fu Sinian smiled and said, "You're welcome."

"I'm not really being polite to you, but I really don't need to be so polite to me."

Xu Luojia lowered his head slightly in shame, and nodded lightly, but the trembling on his back still didn't disappear - probably how polite he was, the feeling of restraint facing Fu Sinian still couldn't be eliminated.

He looked at the white paper in front of him, and wanted to carve something. No matter what the final result was, at least leave the wood carving at this moment, and he would have a thought in the future.

How about carving something, the pencil was spinning in his hand, spinning and spinning, suddenly his eyes moved, he quickly pulled the paper, and began to draw on the paper.

Soon, a kitten appeared on the white paper, standing on the stage like a human being, holding a cool guitar, holding a microphone in his hand, with one eye straight and the other closed, as if in a wink .The kitten is painted with different levels of shadows, just like the stage lights hitting him. It is obviously a black and cold kitten, but it looks lively because of a wink-like movement.

Fu Sinian leaned over to have a look: "It's a cat."

It's you.

Xu Luojia said in her heart.

Fu Sinian handed him a new piece of basswood, but his eyes were still looking at the cat, which always seemed familiar to him. After thinking about it, he couldn't think of a reason.

Xu Luojia was very nervous. She was afraid that he would not be able to answer the question if he asked him. Was he just thinking about it?But that cat is so lively.

Fu Sinian didn't ask any more questions, but said: "Be careful when carving, don't let sawdust fly into your mouth."

Xu Luojia nodded, sat beside Fu Sinian, and began to carve wood.Sometimes the arm brushes by inadvertently for a moment, and the ears feel hot. The sun is about to set outside, and the sun shines in obliquely and sprinkles on the table, looking gentle and affectionate.

Both of them were quietly carving the wood carvings in their hands. Fu Sinian occasionally turned his head to look at others, gave some pointers, and didn't say much. The sentences were very short, and his voice was cold and mellow like a cello.

When it was finally coloring, Fu Sinian picked a bright and dazzling bright orange for the puppy. The whole puppy was like a juicy and cute little orange, as if it still exuded a faint sweet taste. Wearing a black nameplate, written in silver material:

"puppy."