dizziness

"Plagiarizing someone else's work without the author's permission, don't you know it's illegal?"

Owen pushed the door and entered, watching Ruan Miaomiao panicked and hastily put away the photos in his hands with a smile in his eyes, but obviously there was nothing to make up.

"I... didn't plagiarize, it's just a reference..." Ruan Miaomiao blushed slightly nervously, not even knowing where to look, and inadvertently collided with Owen's gaze subtly. Owen likes his eyes.

"Then I should praise you for stealing your skills?" Owen walked over, raised his eyebrows and looked at Ruan Miaomiao, took a look at the photos in his hand, and clicked his tongue slightly, "Why did you choose these?"

Owen would ask this question because these are the only ones that are special to him. Although the paintings are not Owen’s most satisfying works, they are the ones he has painted with the most care in his life. As for the reasons behind them, if possible However, Owen really hoped that he would never think about it for the rest of his life.

Ruan Miaomiao glanced at Owen, hesitated before saying lightly: "I like the brushwork and tone of these paintings, especially the composition..."

Ruan Miaomiao hurriedly withdrew his hand pointing at the photo because he was forgetful for a moment. Ruan Miaomiao looked at Owen anxiously, as if waiting for his reaction. Owen raised his jaw slightly at the photo: "Tell me about it."

He didn't expect to be right with Ruan Miaomiao's level. Owen was just a little curious about what his painting would show this kid at that time.

"The composition of this painting uses anti-perspective in a very special way. Although it has traces of Cubism, it also incorporates many other elements. For example, the background is expressed with Mondrian's minimalism, but the colors are biased toward Fauvism. But the only fly in the ointment is..." Ruan Miaomiao paused, pointed to the painting and continued, "This person is painted too figuratively, it doesn't fit the tone of the whole painting, and it ruins the overall sense."

Owen looked at the person in the painting, didn't speak, and his face changed slightly, but he quickly returned to normal, looked at Ruan Miaomiao and smiled: "Is it hard to be concrete?"

"not good."

"why?"

"If the purpose of painting is to draw everything exactly like the real thing, then it is better to use a camera, which is definitely more like a person."

Owen looked at Ruan Miaomiao interestingly, with some admiration in his eyes. He just felt that this kid's calm and serious appearance was too charming as soon as he discussed the painting. Of course Owen knew that representation was not good, but there are some things in life That's it, it's not that you want to deliberately abstract, you can really get your wish beyond recognition.

"Although I don't understand why you only painted this person concretely," Ruan Miaomiao stared at the photo and said thoughtfully, "but I can see the intention of your color tone. I added some blue and gray to weaken the visual impact, which shows that you are very conflicted and impetuous when you paint.”

"..."

Owen pursed his lips tightly and remained silent, just staring at the person in the painting intently. He admitted that Ruan Miaomiao's point of view was correct, and he saw the contradictions and impetuousness in it, and his complex mood when he drew this painting, I'm afraid Owen will never forget.

"But because it is a photo, there may be color difference, but I like this color tone very much," Ruan Miaomiao was still studying the photo intently, not realizing that Owen's expression had become unnatural at all, Ruan Miaomiao looked up, "Where is this painting now? "

"I burned."

As Owen said, he stuffed the photo back into Ruan Miaomiao's hands, turned around and walked aside, lit a cigarette, and exhaled a mouthful of white mist heavily.

"Burn? Why?" Ruan Miaomiao looked at Owen in surprise.

"It's none of your business." Owen glared at him.

"..."

Owen knew that his tone was very bad, but thinking of those troublesome things, he couldn't stay calm as usual. Seeing that Ruan Miaomiao was lowering his head in embarrassment, Owen impatiently put out his cigarette before taking two puffs: "Let's go to class."

"Wait, wait a minute, that me..." Ruan Miaomiao stared at her hands hesitantly, as if she was struggling and didn't know how to speak.

Looking at his expression, Owen knew that what Ruan Miaomiao wanted to talk about was that night, but Owen was not in the mood to discuss this with him now, he just placed the still life he painted today without paying attention to it.

Facing Owen's back, Ruan Miaomiao bit her lips, and after a while she whispered, "Ms. Ou, what happened that night... can you stop doing this again?"

Owen stopped his movements and turned his head, looking at Ruan Miaomiao with burning eyes.

"I don't know why you have to treat me like that...um...but I really just want to learn painting from you, so..."

"So you think I'm threatening and harassing you?" Owen laughed, but his eyes were as cold as ice. "You mean I forced you to fuck me?"

"No, no... no, I know I have problems too," Ruan Miaomiao's face was flushed, she didn't even dare to look at Owen, she just whispered in pain, "But if it wasn't for you...to do such a thing first It would make me feel like I betrayed my dad."

betray?Owen wanted to laugh out loud, it's not certain who betrayed who!He just couldn't understand Ruan Miaomiao's devotion to Lin Zifeng, so he sneered, "But you're so excited, aren't you?"

"..." Ruan Miaomiao trembled, frowning and did not speak.

"When you were with me, you obviously enjoyed it too, right?"

"..."

"It's true that I forced you first, but who is more active behind? Did I shake my ass and beg you to come in? Stop pretending here! You cum again and again. At that time, why didn't you think it was a betrayal? Don’t you think it’s ridiculous to be an afterthought now…”

"Stop it!" Ruan Miaomiao raised her eyes and stared at Owen excitedly, her face was frighteningly pale in an instant, probably because of her anger, her whole body couldn't stop trembling slightly, "Even so, I've been thinking about my dad from the beginning to the end. , you know... the one I love is him, no matter how many times I have sex with you, the only person in my heart is him, so please don't do such a thing in the future."

Owen couldn't believe his ears at all, and he never thought that one day he would be named and said that he was just a double, or that he wasn't even counted as a double, at most it was a tool to vent his desires. Owen was even curious. How can you say such hurtful words without any scruples.

Owen laughed sarcasticly, and snorted coldly: "So what if you love him? There's no way you can be together."

"I know," Ruan Miaomiao's eyes darkened, she glanced at Owen, her expression became lonely, "I know my dad will remarry one day, even if he knows my feelings for him, he won't accept me, he doesn't like men , let alone fall in love with my son, I understand all this... But I still love him, as long as my father can be happy, I can do anything."

After Ruan Miaomiao finished speaking calmly, she sat back to her seat, ignored Owen, and started to paint with brushes and paints.

Owen stared at him blankly, knowing that Ruan Miaomiao was stubborn, and even if there was no result, he would be obsessed with it without hesitation. Although Owen didn't understand what kind of feelings Ruan Miaomiao had for Lin Zifeng, he could tell that Ruan Miaomiao had a deep affection for him. , So deep that Owen felt that he was worthless to him.

He almost blurted out what he kept on his lips. In fact, he really wanted to tell Ruan Miaomiao that your father might not be able to accept men. If you said it, there might be hope, but Owen finally endured it.

He could see that Ruan Miaomiao was helpless with this relationship, and he also saw obvious signs of injury on his expression. The reason why Owen didn't say anything was because he didn't want to see Ruan Miaomiao's wound expand and fester one day.

Or, Owen was afraid that after he got what he wanted, the wound would be transferred to himself.

When he got off A Ling's bed, Owen didn't have much tenderness with him, nor did he accept A Ling's invitation to let him stay overnight. He just felt that today's work lacked interest, and he was not as comfortable as solving it with his own hands.

His mind was full of messy things jumping around, except for Ruan Miaomiao's face, it was the paintings in those few photos, which reminded him of too many memories that he shouldn't have recalled, and made him almost soften several times in the process of doing it. .

A Ling also seemed to see that he was absent-minded, so he didn't ask any more questions. He just cooperated with him again and again. After Owen was finally released, what he got was an unprecedented emptiness.

Owen didn't understand what happened to him today, so he left Ah Ling's house, went to the bar and drank several drinks, until the picture in his mind became distorted and blurred, he returned home crookedly, and turned the key Throw it, and fall headfirst on the bed.

The entire room was eerily quiet, but Owen's heart was arguing non-stop. He turned over and sat up, walked to the desk, and opened a drawer at the bottom.

It contained everything except a photo and a red wedding invitation.

Perhaps because it has not been touched for a long time, even if it is placed in a drawer, it will inevitably be stained with a little dust.

Owen held it in his hand and looked at it. There was not much fluctuation in his eyes. The two people in the photo smiled happily. One of them was himself in college, and the other was the man marked as the groom on the invitation. But the object of marriage is obviously not Owen.

How long ago was that?Owen thought it might be the previous life, but his sober memory seemed to remind him that it happened just yesterday.

Opening the lighter, Owen wanted to use it to light a cigarette, but after hesitating, he lit the thing in his hand.

Looking at the burning fire, it was like those oil paintings he lit.

It's just that the roar at the bottom of the rest has long since disappeared, and what has been replaced is calm like stagnant water.

Maybe it was because of drinking, or maybe seeing Ruan Miaomiao's persistent expression towards Lin Zifeng today made Owen's dusty memories deep in his mind burst instantly, and he couldn't stop pouring out.

The wound is really a terrible thing. Even if it sometimes shrinks to the size of a pinhole, it will not scab over, and there will always be a faint pain.

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Although the writing is terrible, I hope there are little angels who can continue to support Xiaoxia.