Chapter 25

"Do you have supper in the evening?"

"Generally not."

"Stay alive, I'll do it tomorrow. Have you had enough? Go, wash your hands, go upstairs to have a rest, paint and sleep as you please. "

"By the way, there's only one bathroom, downstairs."

"I like to use well water in summer. Every family has a well. It's very comfortable to carry a bucket of water down from the beginning."

"Not in good health."

"Well, go and take a bath. I don't want to see you take a bath."

Xu Haodong is very sensible. Fang Zheng thinks that he has nothing to say. He goes upstairs to get his clothes and goes downstairs to take a bath. Xu Haodong is tidying up his room. Despite Xu Haodong's rough old man, he does a good job in housework. All the pillows and quilts have to be bought again tomorrow. Let's spend the night together.

Fang Zheng went upstairs, closed the door and began to draw.

Take out the picture book, draw the hospital ward, tea uncle take care of tea aunt, the photo of Hongyang also appeared in the bedside, a family of three finally get together.

I'm sorry.

The agent called and said he had sold one of his paintings.

"Miss Fang, the businessman who bought your painting last time wants to invite you to draw a figure painting. The price is up to you. Would you like to come

"No

"Mr. Fang, in fact, you should come out. It's too closed. You can go to other places and have a look at other landscapes."

"The landscape here is enough for my whole life."

"There are more opportunities here. It's very good to open a personal studio with your fame. I'll sell you paintings again. It's very convenient for you to open an exhibition and start selling. You will become a new generation of masters by cultivating your popularity and participating in various activities. "

"I'm fine with that."

"You are burying yourself. Mr. Fang, sometimes Qinggao really can't serve as a meal. Now maybe fame and fortune are not important, but as a painter, fame is still very important. When you come up with it, I'll arrange it for you. "

The lofty and lofty character of literati and artists is just something to block the progress, not for the sake of not bending down. Where can we get fame without hype and management? Who buys paintings without fame? No matter how well it is painted, no one will recognize it.

Sometimes the so-called selling paintings is selling fame.

They all want to be famous, they all want to be famous people in later generations, and they want to live in seclusion in the mountains. Who knows.

It's not the time to visit famous mountains and rivers in ancient times to find hermits. It's time to enter the world and manage.

Fang Zheng hung up and browsed the Internet casually. Then he heard the sound of water in the yard.

Tengyun town still keeps some very old things, water wells.

Even if every family pressed the tap water, the well still did not withdraw from the residents' life, and still kept the habit of putting watermelons in the well. But most people's wells are also sealed. The tap water is very convenient.

Their well was not sealed, and a circle of flowerpots were placed around it. Fang Zheng sometimes liked this kind of thing with traces of time, especially with a sense of time.

Across the window, I saw Xu Haodong wearing a pair of Sao Bao's underpants, watering his head.

He doesn't have underpants that don't make a fuss. This time, it's white underpants with red heart-shaped patterns. He's a big man. His muscles are strong all over his body, and his figure proportion is very good. In the eyes of painters, his figure lines are very beautiful. With strong lines, it's a waste of good figure. It's good to wear a black underpants. It's sexy and handsome.

And that dress. Sometimes he can't bear to look directly at it. On the day of blind date, he wore a leopard print shirt.

Fang Zheng's eyes hurt when he thinks about it.

Step on slippers, arm force, dragging the rope, from the well out of a bucket of water, put aside the basin, in carrying a bucket of water put aside.

It's about taking off your underpants.

But he was still very alert. He looked around and put his hand on the top of his pants. He was like an old cat scratching a mouse at night. He stretched his neck and glared. He was sure it was safe. He took off his underpants and began to wash.

Knead the front, knead the back, knead the legs, wipe the waist, knead the chest muscles, while kneading while humming, lively and cheerful bath can wash like a fish into the water.

For a while, five words came from the sky.

Bend over, pout, and appreciate yourself.

Oh, my legs are so long.

My waist is so strong.

My abdominal muscles are so beautiful.

I'm not beautiful enough.

Fang Zheng laughs and makes a funny noise.

Xu Haodong picked up a bucket of water, lifted it up, and rushed down from head to foot. The cold well water washed his body, and the water droplets slid on him.

Shake your head and laugh.

"Cool

Some stuffy summer night, drench a bucket of water, the whole body is cool.

Water like a meandering river, from the body across, from the back of the neck to the waist, very warped butt. Let his muscles shine. Illuminated by the light, it's very beautiful.Fang Zheng was a little short of breath. He picked up a book and began to draw.

Xu Haodong's figure is really beautiful.

Write the draft if you brush it.

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