dizziness

After the two got out of the car, Owen kept walking in front with his head down, feeling that his face was burning to the point of smoking. He had never blushed before in his life, and he was always the only one who made others blush. Owen's old face was so ashamed that he didn't know where to put it when he made such a fuss in the car just now. He didn't understand why he said such things yesterday. Perhaps what troubled Owen even more was that he actually nodded and admitted, He didn't even have the slightest thought of refuting, it was so logical, so normal, even so normal that Owen didn't want to admit that he was simply too abnormal.

It may also be because of this that the atmosphere between the two seems to be less stiff than it was at first. Although Ruan Miaomiao kept looking out the window in the car, and Owen couldn't look directly at his side face, but for some reason, Owen always felt that something was happening from the corner of his eyes. From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Ruan Miaomiao's face projected on the window glass with a somewhat faint and vague smile. In fact, Owen was not sure if he had misread it, but only after getting off the car did he realize that Ruan Miaomiao's face had changed. It wasn't as ugly as it was at first, and although he still didn't say a word, his anger must have subsided a lot, otherwise he wouldn't have heard Ruan Miaomiao silently following his footsteps.

Owen suddenly felt that his old face was worth a little bit of embarrassment, but he soon felt ashamed of his thoughts.

"Ah!" Owen sneezed.

The two walked on the mountain road one after the other. Although it was early summer, the temperature on the mountain was still not as good as that on the mountain, especially in the early afternoon, when the air in the mountain was still slightly moist and cool. It was true that Owen was half-naked all the time. A bit chilly.

Sniffing his nose hard, Owen couldn't help but sneezed again. He really didn't want Ruan Miaomiao to see him so useless. Owen tried his best to endure it, but he still slapped him several times. Finally, he stopped to recover and heard The sound of footsteps disappeared, and Owen thought that Ruan Miaomiao suddenly regretted going back. When he turned his head, before he could see the person clearly, he saw something hit his face, and then his eyes were dark.

In Owen's words, he was hit by Ruan Miaomiao's smell.

Taking off the thing covering his head, it was a short-sleeved T-shirt. Not far away, Ruan Miaomiao lowered his head and pulled the zipper of his schoolbag. After putting it back on his back again, he gave Owen a lukewarm look.

"Put it on quickly, you're already very old..."

Ruan Miaomiao said calmly, and walked straight in front of Owen. Although it was only for a moment, Owen did see a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, but for a moment he couldn't tell whether it was a mockery or a smile. Owen felt a little embarrassed by what he said , but it was more of an indescribable touch, as if what he was holding was not clothes but a rare thing, Owen could hardly control the corners of his mouth, and immediately put Ruan Miaomiao's smell on himself.

But in the next second, Owen's smile froze on his lips, and he looked at the back of Ruan Miaomiao walking in front with an embarrassed expression. He knew that Ruan Miaomiao had grown taller, but Owen simply wondered if he had shrunk too. The clothes on his body were a bit exaggerated. They were obviously short-sleeved, but Owen insisted on wearing them with the feeling of middle sleeves.

Owen hurriedly tucked the overgrown clothes into his pants with a distressed expression, and some vulgar images floated in his mind inexplicably. If it was not in broad daylight, Owen really felt how erotic it would be to wear this clothes on himself Just how erotic.

They were unwilling to raise their heads to catch up with Ruan Miaomiao. The word thank you was stuck in his throat like a fishbone, and he couldn't spit it out or swallow it. Maybe it wasn't embarrassment, but Owen couldn't accept such a change. At the same time, it is full of some kind of inexplicable confusion.

Ruan Miaomiao looked at him, without any expression on his face, just frowning slightly and looking away, his Adam's apple rolled obviously due to the movement of swallowing.

"Look! It's Teacher Ou!"

"Teacher Ou is back!"

"Mr. Ou, where have you been?"

After the two walked an unsteady mountain road with their own concerns, the children who were having lunch and playing in the open space surrounded him when they saw Owen come back.

The teacher at the school learned that Owen hadn't returned all night, and came forward to inquire very worriedly. Owen briefly explained that he just met an acquaintance and missed the car back to the village. Everyone was relieved and their eyes fell on Owen. The children also craned their necks to look curiously at the uninvited guest behind them.

Owen hurriedly pulled Ruan Miaomiao over and smiled to everyone, "Let me introduce, this is..."

"Angel!" Xiaojia said loudly with her eyes shining, "It's the brother angel in Mr. Ou's painting!"

As soon as the little good news came to an end, the children immediately overturned the pot and gathered around Ruan Miaomiao, staring at his face again and again, making Ruan Miaomiao flustered.

"That's right! It's the angel brother that Mr. Ou drew that day!"

"So angels are so pretty!"

The children were chattering, and the others present, including Ruan Miaomiao, were confused.

"Angel……?"

When Owen saw Ruan Miaomiao questioning him and cast his eyes on him, he was really terrified. Owen was ashamed of the successive embarrassments. He really didn't know whether to blame his sketch for being too similar, or the children's sharp eyesight.

"Actually... that..." Owen didn't want to look at Ruan Miaomiao's face. He was so anxious that he didn't know where to put his hands. He touched his nose and scratched his forehead. nod.

Ruan Miaomiao frowned, apparently not understanding what Owen meant, and just about to say something, Xiao Jia who rushed forward grabbed her hand.

"Brother Angel, why don't you have wings?" Xiaojia looked at Ruan Miaomiao's back and said with some disappointment, "How can you fly to heaven without wings? My father said that heaven is a beautiful place, so Xiaojia really wants to Fly over and have a look."

Ruan Miaomiao looked at Xiaojia, showing a kind smile, and even his eyes softened instantly, squatting down and thinking about it, he smiled and said, "Even if my brother doesn't have wings, he can still fly you, believe it or not?"

Xiao Jia tilted her head and said uncertainly: "Really? Brother Angel can really take me to fly?"

"Well, it's not easy to fly."

Ruan Miaomiao lightly squeezed Xiao Jia's face, got up and hugged Xiao Jia to sit on her shoulders.

"Wow! So tall! So tall!" Xiaojia exclaimed excitedly.

"Sit down, we're taking off."

Ruan Miaomiao smiled and raised Xiaojia's hands, and ran steadily on the open space.

"It's flying! It's flying! Teacher Ou! Look at Xiaojia and she can fly!"

Owen not only saw it, but also fell in love with it, because he had never seen Ruan Miaomiao smiling so happily. The childlike smile was as pure and natural as Xiao Jia's. The noon sun shone on the two of them, rippling harmony Looking directly at the young man trotting happily in the sun, Owen couldn't resist the strong light and his eyes were slightly blurred. Even though his eyes were stung, he still refused to look away.

The other children were also clamoring to play, but Ruan Miaomiao didn't feel annoyed at all, and patiently led them to play, even though they were sweating from the torment, they still smiled as before. The teachers saw that Ruan Miaomiao was so tired, Then she hurriedly rang the bell and drove the children back to the classroom one by one. Ruan Miaomiao stopped and took out the handkerchief in her trouser pocket to wipe the sweat off her face.

But after wiping it twice, Ruan Miaomiao stopped abruptly, opened her lips slightly, and stared at the handkerchief in her hand in surprise, as if she suddenly understood something, and turned her head to look at Owen who was not far away.

Owen knew that Ruan Miaomiao might have also thought of the same picture that he had in his mind at that time.

"...I'm sorry, yesterday I thought you were complaining that I shouldn't come, I didn't expect you were referring to..." Ruan Miaomiao walked up to Owen, lowered her eyes and whispered, her face was a little red.

"No...actually...it's because of my bad tone." Owen didn't want the atmosphere to be too embarrassing, he hurriedly waved his hand and smiled at him, "you know, I'm just too impatient, that... I'll help you with this handkerchief wash..."

Ruan Miaomiao glanced at him and shook her head. Seeing him put the handkerchief back into his trouser pocket, Owen didn't know whether he was being polite or unwilling.

Knowing that Ruan Miaomiao is the son of Lin Zifeng, the school's benefactor, the principal gave him a warm reception. He insisted on letting the lady in the small kitchen cook a table of dishes, and said that he would spare his room at school for Ruan Miaomiao to live in. Ruan Miaomiao was really embarrassed. Although her father had helped the school, it had nothing to do with her in essence. Seeing that the school conditions were very difficult, Ruan Miaomiao politely declined the principal's kindness again and again, saying that it was enough to squeeze with Owen. .

As soon as Owen heard what he said, his heart began to fluctuate again. Ruan Miaomiao's kind refusal of the principal always made Owen wonder if there was some ulterior motive in these words.

In the evening, Owen stood in the open space outside the school and smoked. Ruan Miaomiao stayed in his room after dinner, watching the faint gas light coming from the window. I just walked back and forth alone, and listened to the cry of frogs for an hour or two. The more I listened, the more annoying I became, and I couldn't control my mind and started thinking wildly.

Although he knew that Ruan Miaomiao was an extremely simple person, Owen felt that ordinary polite remark on the relationship between them was a blatant hint. He was afraid that after he went in, he would find that Ruan Miaomiao didn't mean it that way. He was self-indulgent and self-defeating, and on the other hand, he was afraid that after entering, Ruan Miaomiao really meant that, and Owen was a little confused. If he wanted to say no, it was obviously impossible, after all, he wanted what he wanted too. Crazy, but if you want to accept, then what has become between them, teachers and students are not teachers and students, lovers are not lovers, at best they can only be regarded as friends with benefits.

This is the last thing Owen wants to face.

The definition of a friend with benefits in his mind has always been two people without any emotional foundation, and there is no difference in physical comfort to each other. If one party takes the lead in emotionally, then this relationship will definitely disintegrate, even if it is the opposite In other words, it is nothing more than wanting to transform physical comfort into spiritual comfort. However, physical satisfaction is often easy, and even has a certain destructiveness, which will make people indulge in it unconsciously, and temporarily forget that their spirit is still in the state of spiritual comfort. Empty nest, I didn't realize until I woke up that what I wanted was not this.

Owen thinks that doing so is no different from taking drugs. Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains and preferring to go to the mountains, how can it be a cheap word.

Maybe, there is still a way to quit the drug, but once the love comes, you will have nowhere to hide.

When he opened the door of the room, Owen saw Ruan Miaomiao was flipping through a pile of manuscripts he had drawn during this time by the light of the gas lamp.

When Ruan Miaomiao saw him coming in, she was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly stood up holding the drawing and explained, "This... I saw you lying on the table in a mess, and I wanted to tidy it up for you, but I couldn't help but look at it..."

"Ah, it's okay, you see, I also doodled casually." Owen smiled at him anxiously.

Ruan Miaomiao nodded, then sat down and looked around again. The small room was unusually quiet, as if the two of them could not hear their breathing. Owen was a little nervous and didn't even dare to vent his breath, so he glanced at it from time to time. Ruan Miaomiao wandered aimlessly in the room, moving here and touching there.

"By the way," Owen couldn't bear to say something, pretending to be casual, "How did you do in the exam?"

Ruan Miaomiao seemed to be very focused, and said calmly without looking up: "The grades haven't come down yet, but I don't think there's any big problem."

"That's good, that's good..."

Owen nodded and said, but when he couldn't find anything to talk about, Ruan Miaomiao raised his head and looked at him with a drawing.

"I like the composition of this picture."

What Ruan Miaomiao was referring to was the first draft called Vertigo. Owen took out this finalized line draft from the drawer, walked to Ruan Miaomiao and handed it to him.

"This painting seems to be very different from your previous style," Ruan Miaomiao looked at the line draft, glanced at Owen and said, "I know you have always favored Cubism, but this painting has obvious traces of Purism, although the theme It’s still your usual deconstruction method, but the background incorporates the minimalist style of horizontal and vertical, and the decomposition layout of the human body in the painting is also very unique. I also thought about using this method to paint, but it failed. How do you do it? Arrived?"

Owen looked at Ruan Miaomiao's serious analysis profile, and knew that when he talked about painting, he seemed to be a different person, and only at this time did his words become more and richer. Owen smiled helplessly in his heart, and focused his eyes on the drawing. Said: "The question is not how I did it, but why you can't do it. Have you ever thought about it?"

"The technology is immature? Or is there a problem with thinking?" Ruan Miaomiao asked in confusion.

"The technique of this painting is not complicated, isn't it? And you have also thought of using this method to paint." Seeing Ruan Miaomiao nodding, Owen pointed at the draft with soft eyes and said, "The problem with your painting is often the lack of a sense of unity , although you know what the whole is, but you can’t help but pursue the perfection of the details.”

"But my dad said that integrity can only be achieved if every detail is done well, doesn't it?"

"That's not what your father said, that's what the textbook said," Owen said slowly, ignoring Ruan Miaomiao's slightly astonished expression, "You have to remember one sentence, the sum of the beauty of parts can never be greater than the whole, you pay too much attention to the parts and ignore the overall sense.”

Ruan Miaomiao seemed to understand Owen's meaning, nodded and looked at him and said, "The sum of the beauty of parts cannot be greater than the whole. Did you say that?"

"It wasn't me who said it, it was said by a great man. Anyone who engages in art does not stand on the shoulders of the predecessors to make progress and innovate."

"No wonder my dad asked you to teach me," Ruan Miaomiao chuckled, then looked at Owen meaningfully and said, "Who is this person in the painting?"

Owen froze for a moment. Although the human body was deconstructed, the layman couldn't see anything, but Ruan Miaomiao was an insider anyway. Looking at his expression, Owen knew that Ruan Miaomiao guessed that it was him, but it was so embarrassing. Owen would not admit it even if he was beaten to death, but he just shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and said, "I said, you shouldn't pay so much attention to the local conditions, you should observe the harmony of the whole."

Ruan Miaomiao nodded with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "Well, the whole... What about this one? Is the whole harmonious?"

Owen watched Ruan Miaomiao take out his sketch of him from the sketch, suddenly it was like a thunderbolt, his face was ashen, he completely forgot that he had put this painting in it, and wanted to take it back, but thought it would be too fussy, A sketch doesn't mean anything, but I'm afraid that Ruan Miaomiao will see some traces on the crumpled paper that he has repeatedly touched.

Seeing that Ruan Miaomiao kept staring at him, the smile on his mouth deepened a lot, and he couldn't tell what he was laughing at. Owen couldn't help but feel anxious, and wanted to explain but didn't know how to open it. He was stuck for a long time without a word , thinking that maybe Ruan Miaomiao was just laughing at her helpless look.

"It's getting late, go to sleep, you were exhausted after running for so long yesterday."

After a while, Ruan Miaomiao spoke without further questioning. She just packed up the sketches in her hand and lay down on the bed.

Owen nodded with his head down, his ears were burning. Ruan Miaomiao's kind tone obviously didn't make Owen happy. Maybe he really hoped that Ruan Miaomiao would not let him go so kindly, and continued to ask, but Ruan Miaomiao didn't seem to be interested in it. interest.

After turning off the gas lights, Owen also laid down on the bed in an orderly manner. Ruan Miaomiao slept on the inside, and he slept on the outside. A small bed that was not very firm was struggling to bear the weight of two big men. It creaked and creaked, as if someone was making a strong piston movement on it.

Owen was afraid that Ruan Miaomiao would be squeezed, so he kept moving out, leaving almost half of his body hanging beside the bed. Neither of them took off their clothes, but it was not known whether it was intentional or not. The room was a bit stuffy, as if the air Everything became thinner, and Owen's heart beat faster than ever.

After a while, he heard that Ruan Miaomiao had not moved for a long time behind him. Owen guessed that he might have fallen asleep, so he relaxed his tense body a little. He didn't know how long Ruan Miaomiao planned to stay this time. He might want to go back after staying there for a day or two, but Owen was reluctant and couldn't find a reason to keep him, so he could only hurry up and take a look at him, even if he was sleeping, Owen didn't want to miss it.

With a mentality of trying his luck, Owen turned his head slightly, and there was a slight sound on the bed. Feeling that the people behind him did not respond, Owen simply turned over without doing anything.

Just listen to ga——!There was a loud noise, but fortunately the bed didn't collapse, Owen just breathed a sigh of relief, when he raised his eyes, he met a pair of dark pupils, looking at him for a moment.

Owen was terrified. He didn't expect that Ruan Miaomiao was still asleep. He wanted to turn around in a hurry, but it was as if he was firmly sucked by those shiny black pupils. His whole body was drained of strength in an instant. That's it. Looking at each other with their eyes facing each other, seeing that Ruan Miaomiao's breathing was still steady and he didn't even blink, Owen even wondered if he was sleeping with his eyes open.

Unbearable to be stared at like that, Owen hesitated to turn around, but just as he moved his shoulder, he was held down by Ruan Miaomiao's outstretched hand.

Owen couldn't move, and even his breathing became heavy. He opened his mouth in a panic and wanted to say something, but before he could finish a word, Ruan Miaomiao came over and put Owen's lips in his mouth, biting gently.

Owen was completely stunned, and the pleasure of electricity poured into his brain from his back. Seeing that he didn't respond, Ruan Miaomiao relaxed a little bit, and sucked him in again, biting Owen's lips lightly. Seeing that he still didn't respond, just now Let go of the force, but I was suddenly bitten by Owen.

This is terrible, as if he finally got the response he wanted, Ruan Miaomiao pinned Owen's head and desperately asked for it, the two of them fought fiercely between their lips and teeth, and the little bed was noisy because of the movement of the two of them , making an erotic and dangerous protest in an extremely unsightly manner.

Owen pulled Ruan Miaomiao's head away and panted, "Don't be so fucking hard! Didn't you see that the bed is about to collapse!"

Ruan Miaomiao glanced at Owen, lowered her head, and couldn't wait to bite his neck for a moment, picked up Owen's body, got out of bed intertwined, and pushed him against the desk.

"Wait... wait a minute, let me catch my breath first!"

Owen was almost suffocated by his bite, and he couldn't help crying.

Ruan Miaomiao stopped and looked at him, both of them gasping for breath. With the moonlight outside the window, Owen seemed to be able to clearly see the strong desire in Ruan Miaomiao's eyes.

Before Owen could fully recover, Ruan Miaomiao pushed him down on the desk, and the drawings on the desk fell to the ground in an instant, scattered like each other's frantic heartbeats.

"Hey you……"

"Maybe what you said is right!" Ruan Miaomiao pressed on Owen's body, stared at him, and said with a bit of out of control tone, "If you can't control it, don't control it! I want you! Right now!"