【Jiu Ci】It's all true love, don't compare

Even with many rains, the sweltering heat of late summer can be unnerving.Ibaraki, who was awakened by the vibrating sound of the mobile phone, just buried his face down again, 1 times in his heart, he didn't want to talk about it.

The voice immediately became quieter, and a hand brought the vibrating mobile phone to him.

"Green Lantern."

Ibaraki reluctantly stretched out his hand to answer the phone, swiping his fingers several times before picking up the phone: "What's the matter?"

"Where is the afternoon nap?" Qing Xingdeng seemed to be on his way, his heels tapped on the ground, "Open the door for sister in 10 minutes."

"……Oh."

Ibaraki pressed the phone, let his arm hang down, and let the phone drop on the carpet.

"What's wrong, didn't you sleep enough?"

The hand on his back patted lightly.

"I can't sleep anymore, she will come to me later."

Ibaraki propped himself up with one hand, and pressed down unconsciously.The man's muscles were strong to the touch, and he was a little fascinated by the warmth from the cloth, so he couldn't help touching it a few more times.

"Have you touched enough?"

Jiu Tun couldn't make a sound and let him touch him for a minute. Seeing that he was becoming more and more unscrupulous, he spoke to stop him.

"I can't touch enough, my friend's abdominal muscles are the best in the world!"

Ibaraki moved his body with difficulty while sighing, got up from the sofa, his hair rubbed against Shuten's body in a mess, and his eyes were still hazy.

"Go and wash your face," Jiu Tun laughed, "I will open the door later."

"it is good."

"Jiu Tun?" When the door opened, Qing Xingdeng was stunned for a second or two, "Are you checking the manuscript?"

Jiu Tun was noncommittal, but turned slightly sideways, and naturally let her in: "What's the matter?"

"About the project," Qing Xingdeng walked to the table and put down the things in his hands, "I just came over from a meeting with the investors, and the art resources, I hope that if possible, we will use the original resources as much as possible." team, so some follow-up concept designs should be handed over to Ibaraki, and I will meet him face to face."

"The original screenwriter, the original artist," Jiu Tun laughed, "It's quite rare to use so many original people."

"Well, it seems that the other party is really optimistic about the work itself, so they propose cooperation. I don't think there is a big problem. It depends on whether we have any problems with Ibaraki."

"What's the problem?" Ibaraki came out wiping his face.

"The film and television project of "Great Rivers and Mountains," Qing Xingdeng pointed at the table, "Here, I brought you some while it's hot."

Ibaraki sat on the sofa, casually took out a puff from the paper bag, and bit it down. The vanilla cream overflowed from the browned meringue and stuck to his nose.

Qing Xingdeng shook his head, and was about to get a tissue for him, but Jiu Tun had already stretched out his hand and scraped it off, wiping off the cream on the tip of his nose.Ibaraki just raised his head and smiled at Jiu Tun, who looked down at him, his eyes softened for some reason.

Qing Xingdeng was stunned, then looked at what Jiu Tun was wearing, it was clearly Ibaraki's old T-shirt.

"Come on, what's the situation?" Ibaraki had already turned his face, waiting for her to speak naturally.

"Huh? Oh," Qing Xingdeng came back to his senses, and turned on his laptop, "It's like this..."

"You still have vision, those guys," Ibaraki became excited after listening to the explanation, "Wait for me, I'll find you the design draft I made before."

He ran to the workbench, only Jiu Tun and Qing Xingdeng were left beside the sofa.

"What's the matter with you two?"

Qing Xingdeng asked softly.

Jiu Tun's hand flicking through the book paused.

"What's the matter?"

"Don't play tricks on me, you know very well in your heart," Qing Xingdeng narrowed his eyes, "When did you two get along?"

Jiu Tun sighed, put the book aside, and looked at the woman in front of him.

"It didn't take long to confirm the relationship."

"Not long ago...?" Qing Xingdeng repeated playfully, "You mean it's been a while?"

"...a week."

"Oh, we Ibaraki have grown up," Qing Xingdeng shook his head sadly, "I wanted to say that I was busy with this part, so I introduced a cute girl to him, but he actually got out of the order behind my back, which is really shocking." sad."

He glanced at her disgustedly.

"Does anyone else know?"

"...You are the first," Jiu Tun thought for a while, and added: "It should be."

"Oh? Then you want me to keep it a secret?"

"You don't need to mention it to others," Jiu Tun said, "When it's time to know, you'll know it naturally."

The woman shrugged, seemingly regretting it.

After seeing off his editor, Ibaraki sat back on the sofa and leaned against Shuten to fiddle with the board.Jiu Tun took the book in his hand and flipped through a few pages at random, unable to read a single word.Qing Xingdeng's visit made him realize that there will be new problems to face. Now that they are together, this relationship will be exposed to others sooner or later. He doesn't really care what others think of this matter, but I don't know what Izuku is thinking.

Ibaraki was concentrating on drawing something on the board, Jiu Tun watched him for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask:

"Have you mentioned our matter to others?"

"No."

"You didn't even mention Qing Xingdeng?"

"No... Ah," Ibaraki suddenly turned his face to look at him, "What did the woman say?"

Seeing his nervous look, Jiu Tun turned his words around:

"It's nothing. She said she was busy with this part and wanted to introduce a girl to you."

"What!?" Ibaraki jumped up and grabbed the phone, "I have you, I don't want any girl, I will tell her now!"

Jiuten couldn't help laughing, Ibaraki blinked, and let Jiuten take the phone from him.

"She already knows, that woman's eyes are very poisonous."

"Oh fine."

Ibaraki picked up the board again and sat down. Seeing that his reaction was flat, Shuten couldn't help asking:

"It doesn't matter to you whether she knows or not?"

"Well, it has nothing to do with her."

Ibaraki said of course.

Jiu Tun had nothing to say for a while, so he could only pat him on the head.Ibaraki lowered his head and continued to paint, he leaned very close to him, swallowed the wine, his cheeks were almost pasted with his soft white hair, the color of vanilla cream.

Well, he thought, just let it be.

And life is like this. Once you decide to let nature take its course, the time often comes faster than you think.

The film version of "Dajiangshan" was officially approved, and everyone was dragged to the company for a whole day's meeting, which ended in the evening. Qingming went out to answer a phone call, and when he came back, his face was rarely at a loss.

"What's the matter, Qingming, look at your expression, which admirer called you again?" Boya teased him.

"...It's Hongye, invited me to have dinner."

Qingming rubbed the center of her brows, said no more, turned and left.

"Is it a consultant of the management?" Qing Xingdeng leaned against the conference table clearly, "She and Qingming seem to have known each other for a long time?"

"Well, it seems that we met when we were abroad, and that girl is pretty good," Yuan Boya said casually, "By the way, Jiu Tun, you are familiar with her, I heard Qingming said that you and that girl are college classmates, That's why she puts so much effort into the project."

"Ah, yes," Jiu Tun closed the computer, "She really helped a lot this time."

"Remember to treat her to dinner later," Yuan Boya winked at him, "That girl seems to be single, maybe she can develop."

"What's going on?" Before Jiu Tun could speak, Ibaraki behind him said in a bad tone: "Jiu Tun is not single, he has me."

"Why didn't he..."

Yuan Boya froze in the middle of his words, Datengu froze on the spot while packing up the materials, and all the people passing by them stopped in their tracks.

There was a moment of silence in the huge conference room.

"What did you say????"

Yuan Boya was the first to come back to his senses, and asked with a look of disbelief.

"I said Jiu Tun is not single anymore," Ibaraki repeated, "you don't need to introduce him to strange women."

"No, no, the point is the second half of the sentence, the second half!" Butterfly pulled Ibaraki's clothes desperately, "Ms. Ibaraki!!! You, you, you and Shuten-sensei, you, you..."

Shuten uttered a "tsk" syllable.

"Yes, that's it, there's nothing to say, don't ask anything," he freed Ibaraki's coat from the girl's hand, and took Ibaraki's hand, "Let's go, go to eat."

"okay."

Ibaraki was led by him towards the door without any resistance.

"Don't go," Yingcao came in holding the notebook and stopped them, "Qingming said that the company will invite everyone to dinner tonight, what do you want to eat?"

"...Eat dog food."

Qing Xingdeng shook his head with a smile, and went out the door first.Only then did everyone wake up from the dream, and gathered around one after another, the screaming and noise almost knocked over the roof, Jiu Tun was squeezed in the middle and had no way to escape, and the instigator around him couldn't hide his words, and opened up after being asked three times , talking endlessly about the ins and outs, one hand was still being held by him, and the palm was slightly hot, so Jiu Tun helplessly clenched his hand a little more, his eyes looked elsewhere, but the corners of his mouth slightly curved.

The story was not too long, but Ibaraki told it all the way to the dinner table, and the little girls still refused to let him go, and gathered around him with plates to ask the truth.

"My God, there are so many stalks, and novels dare not write like this... Putting it on someone else, I will definitely not believe it is true," Huaniaomaki sighed, "Mr. Ibaraki must not have thought of it when he was chasing the article, I like it The two writers who wrote it were actually the same person.”

"Isn't it the same with Jiuten-sensei? Who would have thought that Ibaraki-sensei would be secretly playing with a fan?" Butterfly Jing blinked, "So what is the vest of Ibaraki-sensei's fandom?"

Ibaraki choked suddenly.

"Don't ask," Jiu Tun rescued him, "You don't want us to take out your comrade's vest, do you?"

"Hmm... alright!" Butterfly Spirit thought for a while, and nodded obediently, "But then, Mr. Ibaraki has long been a fan of Mr. Shuten, but Mr. Jiuten didn't know such a person until he cooperated?"

"Yes," Jiu Tun nodded, "But I like his painting style very much, which is one of the reasons why I decided to cooperate with him."

"Yeah, as far as I know, Mr. Ibaraki bought three sets of novels of "Dajiangshan", and later released the merchandise, and you have to take a few of each to take home. Has Mr. Shuten collected the works of Mr. Ibaraki? ?”

Jiu Tun was stunned by the question.

"The manga is a joint work of the two of us! When I bring the peripherals, I will bring him a set!" Ibaraki replied eagerly.

"Oh—except for the collaborative works?" Qing Xingdeng asked maliciously, "Don't say that you don't have any of the previous works."

"..."

Shuten really couldn't say the answer to this question.

"Oh, you don't really love Teacher Ibaraki anymore," Butterfly Spirit was about to cry, "Ms. Ibaraki is so pitiful."

"Shuten-douji has never been obsessed with collecting things like peripherals. He spends all his time concentrating on production!" Ibaraki snorted beside him, "The production is the most admirable thing, and the rest is irrelevant!"

"Oh——" Qing Xingdeng said meaningfully, "So if he doesn't give birth, you don't love him?"

Ibaraki was startled, subconsciously turned his head and wanted to ask Shuten for help.

"Hmm... To be honest, my uncle has been curious about this question for a long time," Jiu Tun watched as Ibaraki's face turned red and white with a half-smile, "Send the proposition, and answer after thinking about it."

The girls couldn't help laughing anymore.

"Those showgirls!" Ibaraki still had lingering fears when he entered the house, "Now I think Ootengu is easier to get along with."

"When you change your editorship with me for a few days, you won't think so," Jiu Tun slapped him, "Go take a shower."

Ibaraki scratched his hair and went into the bathroom.Shuten hung up his coat, and began to tidy up the reference books that he and Ibaraki had spread all over the table.

A book that was repeatedly circled at the bottom caught his attention. It was his "Dajiangshan". There were countless pieces of paper in the book. He carefully picked up the book and pulled out one. It was Ibaraki. The drawn characters are practiced, the hairstyle and clothing look like the ghost king Shuten Doji, but the position of the face is blank.

Shuten continued to look down.There are dozens of pieces of paper in the book, all of which are such drafts, characters, and scenery. The words he wrote are presented in different ways by Ibaraki.Then pay more attention to people, and found that Jinxiongdouji, Sanweihu, Ibarakidouji, Minamoto Yorimitsu, and even the monks passing by have sketched out the facial features with a few strokes, but Shutendouji's face is empty, standing out from everyone It seemed very abrupt.

"What are you looking at?" Ibaraki walked over with a wet body.

"Your draft."

"Ah...these are all doodles before," Ibaraki rubbed his hair carelessly, "because your words are really picturesque! When I was reading a book, I always thought about what would happen if I used images to express it, unconsciously That's all I drew."

"Well, I know, but why is Shutendouji's face...?"

"Oh," Ibaraki poked his head over to take a look, and said clearly, "The main thing is to train the body, but the others are okay, there is a general model, only Shuten-douji, no matter how you draw it, it feels strange and disharmonious. empty."

"Really?" Jiu Tun was slightly surprised, "Then can you draw smoothly now?"

"Is this..." Ibaraki thought for a while, then suddenly smiled.

"Leave that aside, I want to draw a portrait of you."

The paper is the most common white paper, and the pen is a pencil tip that is about half worn off.

Jiu Tun sat on the sofa and watched Ibaraki draw with his head down. He was already very familiar with the way Ibaraki drew. That guy was concentrating on holding the pen, and occasionally when he stopped to think, he liked to bite the end of the pen in a daze, with a little whiteness between his lips the teeth of.His hair was still a little wet, and fell messily over his eyes.It is almost autumn now, the summer insects are no longer chirping, and the night becomes very quiet again. The sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper is rustling, light and dense, making the whole brain empty out bit by bit following the friction sound up.Shuten moved his shoulders slightly, but Ibaraki didn't respond—he hardly raised his head to look at Shuten during the painting process, which made Shuten feel that the time passed really slowly.

After an unknown amount of time, Ibaraki put down the pen, looked up, then looked down at the drawing paper, nodded in satisfaction, and handed the paper to Shuten.

"I'm done drawing!"

Jiu Tun took the drawing paper and glanced at it, and couldn't help laughing.

"Although I want to say that I look alike, I feel that looking at my own portrait is a bit strange. Have you beautified me?"

"You don't need to beautify at all, you are so handsome!" Ibaraki collapsed on the sofa, let out a long breath, and sighed: "This feels so good, I've wanted to do this for a long time."

"Oh? How early?"

"From the day I first met you."

A slight crease appeared on the drawing paper in Shuten's hands.

"How do you say that?"

"That's right, I thought you were pretty at the time. Painting is like this. When I see something beautiful, I can't help but look at it, observe it, remember it, and then express it with my pen. But you, uh , you may be even more special, when I saw you and knew your name, how can I describe that feeling, it seems that something that has troubled me for a long time was suddenly broken," Ibaraki's voice revealed a pure joy , "I called the character Shuten-douji, that is, I can grasp the feeling that I couldn't grasp before, and I am not afraid of drawing badly... Haha, I don't know clearly, but I think if it is you, you will definitely understand I mean."

He turned his head to look at Shuten, and sighed again as if subconsciously: "It's incredible."

He didn't say what the unbelievable was, but Shuten seemed to be able to understand it, just like he understood his previous ramblings, or in fact, Shuten wasn't sure what Ibaraki was referring to, but only at the moment, only two In his own room, that feeling captured him for an instant, making his heart tremble in the silence, sending out deafening beats.Ibaraki must have felt the same thing, because those eyes were so frank, they were completely open for him, and he was not afraid of him looking into the bottom of his heart.It's so strange, Jiu Tun thought this way when his foreheads were touching, when he was with this guy, what his heart felt was always so contradictory, as if the familiarity from the depths of his bones made him stable, and in the stability gave birth to incomparably strong The longing for him drove him to take the initiative to hold that hand tightly.But he wasn't worried about losing this guy, even though the strength with which he held the other's fingers frightened him—that heavy throbbing was really unbearable for him.And Ibaraki just looked at him, his breathing was a little unsteady, but he didn't make a sound, just looked at him, waiting for him, Jiuten suddenly felt that Ibaraki had always been like this, even long, long ago, they had never met This guy may be looking at him and waiting for him with this look, this expression.It's really weird, he doesn't know where the illusion is coming from, or maybe they've all been waiting too long - and then he touches his lips, and all thoughts are thrown out of his mind.

"Is that article almost finished?"

After the kiss, Ibaraki lay on Shuten's shoulder and was quiet for a while, then asked suddenly.

This guy is afraid that he will never learn to read air in his life.Jiu Tun thought about it, and brushed Ibaraki's hair with his fingers one by one: "It's about time, do you want to hear the spoiler?"

"..." Ibaraki's expression was a bit tangled, "Anyway, the ending is the same as the original, so I, I won't listen to it."

On the contrary, Jiu Tun thought of a mischievous idea: "Of course it's different, the ending of peace is similar, but the ending of blade has its own way of sword."

Ibaraki's features were almost wrinkled into a ball on his face.

"But you think, after writing this, can't you open a new hole?" Jiu Tun said seriously.

"Uh, you're right...wait a minute, do you have any plans for a new pit?"

"...I don't know yet," Jiu Tun said casually at first, but now he thinks seriously, "But writing has to be written, and you can't stay in the present forever, or would you like to give me some advice as a reader?"

"Write a love story!!!" Ibaraki sat up suddenly, his eyes were frighteningly bright, "I know you haven't written one!!!"

"Little bastard," Jiu Tun said angrily and amused, "You know I'm not good at writing that stuff."

"You just haven't tried it. Nothing can stop you! You are the best novelist in my heart. As long as you are willing to write, you will definitely pull Yan Mo from the list!" Ibaraki He persuaded earnestly, "Let's write, let's write, this is the common aspiration of the readers!"

He had a sincere face, but Jiu Tun couldn't tell whether he was joking with him or really meant it.However, Ibaraki has always had such a personality. If people and things around him cannot come into his sight, it is no different from non-existence, but if he takes them seriously, he will definitely take them seriously.Among all the things that occupied his attention, Shuten undoubtedly got the most. Shuten had no doubt that even if he changed his career to painting, Ibaraki would only sincerely praise his children's stick figures with eight hundred sentences.In the final analysis, the two of them may be like this. Ibaraki's undisguised emotions are like his brushstrokes when he paints, bright and strong, and each stroke is extremely aggressive.Shuten has long been used to telling a story in a calm and restrained way, sinking truly powerful words into deep water.They are such different types of people, and they are all the more compatible because of this difference.

A new impulse suddenly surged in Shuten's heart, so that when he came back to his senses, he found that he was seriously thinking about the feasibility of Ibaraki's proposal.

"Tsk, my uncle thinks about it."

"Really!?"

Ibaraki's eyes lit up suddenly.

"Really, although I haven't decided what to write specifically, it's worth trying."

"Well, what should I write?" Ibaraki immediately thought, "At this time, do you usually get materials from around... How about the subordinates in the office! Isn't Yan Mo picking up her assistant recently? But it seems a bit clichéd..."

Jiu Tun looked at him and couldn't help laughing in his heart.He has never written a pure love story before, because he doesn't think he can write it clearly. After all, love may be the most complicated and unreasonable part of human feelings. He is a logic supremacist, and he may still be unable to write in the future. I understand, but no matter what, this guy is really cute when he is seriously troubled by himself. It would be nice if he could take a look at it more.

"It's boring if you don't write about them." He hugged the guy in his arms closer, bit his ear lightly, and felt Ibaraki shrink back in satisfaction, "If you really want to draw materials from around, why not just write about us? "

"…………real???"

Ibaraki's face was confused, he didn't know if it was more surprise or fright.His appearance made Jiu Tun even more interested.

"Really, writers and painters fall in love with each other, isn't it very attractive? It just so happens that I haven't written a story with a modern background for a long time," Jiu Tun stared at the dazed Ibaraki, with a faint smile on his lips, "Let me think about how to choose a better title... Well, there it is."

"...what is it?"

"Let's call it "It's All True Love, Don't Compare."

Finish