Chapter 167

Instinctively, we looked back to make sure that the sound source came from behind the door opposite the white head studio. The sound was very dull, like the sound of something being knocked down.

The white head went over, reached out and knocked on the closed door. After knocking for a long time, no one answered.

"Song Daqi! Are you ok? " The white head yelled twice at the door, but no one answered.

"Song Daqi? Is that the number one Mentioning this name, I instinctively thought of the gloomy painting. The half opened eyes suddenly jumped into my mind, making me shiver.

"Yes." When Bai Shou answered me, he smashed the door twice. "When he won the first prize last year, he moved to the studio opposite me."

I stood behind the white head, looking at the tightly closed door in front of me, and saw a trace of black Yin Qi constantly pouring out from the crack of the door. The Yin Qi pouring out was like a hand, stretching to the white head a little bit.

Subconsciously, I reached out and pulled the white head back.

"What's the matter?" Bai Shou was a little confused by my sudden action.

"This room..." as soon as I opened my mouth, I heard a gloomy voice next to me asking, "what are you doing at the door of my studio?"

The sudden sound surprised both of us. I turned my head and saw a slovenly boy standing there with a plastic bag of instant noodles. The boy was slightly fat, with a round face. His hair was long and shaggy, covering his eyes. There was a pair of eyes on the bridge of his nose, and the lenses were as thick as the bottom of a bottle.

It can be said that I can hardly see what he looks like from such a close distance.

"Ah, you are not here. I heard something in your room just now. It seems that something has fallen down. I thought you were in the room When Bai Shou saw song Daqi, he laughed and explained. Without waiting for song Daqi to speak, he pulled me and said, "come on, come into my studio and have a look."

I was pulled by the white head and turned back to his studio. However, my back was cold for a long time. I instinctively looked back and saw song Daqi staring at me.

Even though his hair is very long, even though his glasses are very thick, I can still see the light in his tiny eyes.

That kind of eyes like finding prey made me uncomfortable. I quickly walked a few steps and followed Bai Shou into his studio.

The lighting of Baishou studio is very good. As soon as you enter the room, you will feel suddenly enlightened. The warm sunshine comes in from the old honest window and casts a large amount of light on the ground.

Around the room are many works of Bai Shou. In the middle of the room is a Wooden Easel, on which only half of the works are painted. I look curiously and find that although it's only a few strokes, I can see that the person above is me.

"How does it feel?" Bai Shou closed the door of the room, put his hands in his trouser pockets, walked over with a smile, stood beside me, also looked at the painting and asked me with a smile.

"It's very similar." I said from the bottom of my heart.

"No more?" Bai Shou is dissatisfied with my comments.

"Well?" I look at him and the painting. It's very similar.

"You know, it's only when I concentrate and think about you." As Bai Shou said, he closed his eyes and simulated the scene at that time. "But the more concentrated I was, the more I found that I couldn't remember what you looked like. I always felt that I couldn't grasp your unique temperament. So I can't help picking up my cell phone to call you! "

Although I think it's ridiculous that he repeatedly emphasized what temperament I have in me, I can't bear to refute him with his attentive expression.

"By the way, what were you going to tell me?" Bai Shou suddenly remembered and asked me, "just in front of the door of song Daqi's studio, you suddenly tugged at me, and then what do you want to say to me?"

Seeing that Bai Shou was not conscious at all, I couldn't help rolling my eyes at him, "didn't you say you were very sensitive to this aspect! It's gloomy in that studio. Can't you feel it? "

The white head listened to my words first is a Leng, then stretched out his hand to point to the door, "Yin Qi heavy?"

I'm sure now that Bai Shou can't feel anything. What he called feeling is just his own emotional and nervous.

"It's heavy." I nodded, anyway white head also know I can see things, I don't have to hide anything in front of him.

"The Yin Qi seeping out from the crack of the door is very heavy and dark, and it's like a hand slowly grabbing at you, so I subconsciously pulled Bi back. I'd better keep more than three steps away from the door in the future." I tried to describe to him what I saw at that time, hoping that he would pay more attention in the future.

"So you just saved me?" After hearing this, Bai Shou suddenly showed a good-looking smile on his face. In the previous step, he narrowed the distance between us and said to me in a playboy style tone: "so, aren't you my life-saving benefactor? How can I repay you? Would you like to make a personal promise? "

With that, Bai Shou came closer to me, half squinting, his eyes full of temptation. With his approach, the fragrance of his unique paint came to his face.

"If you step closer, can you believe that I'll call all the dirty things on the opposite side to accompany you?" I looked at his approach, and did not retreat dodge meaning, just hands embrace chest, pick eyebrows, said with a smile.

Sure enough, Bai Shou's forward movement suddenly stagnated, and then he took a step back consciously. He raised his hands to show that he could do nothing.

Seeing that he had settled down, I thought it was important to get down to business as soon as possible. After finishing the painting, I ran away and said to him, "since you have chosen me to be your model, and I have promised you, I will not go back. We saw the exhibition just now, and I also felt the artistic atmosphere of you. Let's say, what kind of shape do I need to put on? But in advance, don't even think about the painting of human body art! "

"Poof --" after listening to me, the white head couldn't help laughing, "millele, don't worry, your clothes are safe."

Seeing his funny face, I couldn't help rolling my eyes at him.

"But we don't draw today. How about taking pictures today?" Bai Shou said, took an SLR camera from the side table, raised it to me and snapped one.

"Take a picture?" When I saw that he wanted to take pictures, I raised my hand to block my eyes. "Are you going to take part in the drawing competition or the photo competition?"

"Photography is my hobby. I like to travel and take photos of things I think are beautiful. These photos will give me a lot of creative inspiration." The white head said, conveniently picked up a white sheet on one side and handed me several clips, "take these, let's go out and take a few groups of photos, let me find the feeling."