Aqiang asked Sheng Chuncheng if three hundred yuan was enough for the round-trip fare?
Sheng Chuncheng said, that's enough, I can't ask for more.
"Then three hundred." Aqiang forwarded double the massage fee plus three hundred for the car fare to Sheng Chuncheng via WeChat.
The woman sat silently on the edge, then suddenly said: "If you can't get a taxi here, you still have to give him a ride."
Aqiang also thought about it. This is really a problem. They usually come in and out by car. If they don't have a car, it's easier to get in but harder to get out.
Sheng Chuncheng thought about it and said no, no, I'll ask a friend to pick me up.
Sheng Chuncheng called Zhong Xinxin and asked her to come pick him up. He sent her his location.
Aqiang's arm can move freely and he can continue working.
The woman walked back to the stage and put on the previous pose. Aqiang walked back to the easel and began to paint. At the beginning, there was a weeping willow in his place. As he painted, it turned into a stubborn little tree.
, and his mouth began to murmur. The more verbose he was, the more the woman used words to tease him, making him more horny.
Sheng Chuncheng looked on and found it funny.
There was a faint sound of someone honking the horn. It must be that Zhong Xinxin had arrived. Sheng Chuncheng stood up and Aqiang was about to send him out. The woman shouted:
"I'd better go, how can you meet people like this?"
Aqiang looked at himself, and he was right. He heard Sheng Chuncheng calling him earlier, and it seemed that the person who came to pick him up was a woman. It was really inconvenient for him to appear in this situation, so he waved to the woman.
The woman put on her nightgown, tied her belt casually, walked over, took Sheng Chuncheng's hand, and walked outside.
The woman's hands were soft and cold. When she walked outside, she didn't have any shoes on her feet. She led Sheng Chuncheng with her bare feet. Her feet stepped on the cobblestones below, making no sound at all.
The road in the yard was very narrow. When the two people walked side by side, the woman's body was close to Sheng Chuncheng. Sheng Chuncheng felt that her hands were cold but her body was warm. When her long hair swayed, she felt
There was chaos in Sheng Chuncheng's eyes and cheeks, which made her feel a little itchy.
Walking to the courtyard door, the woman reached out and opened the door, and then said to Sheng Chuncheng:
"My name is Lin Shan, please call me Shanshan, we will meet again."
Sheng Chuncheng quickly turned around, bowed to the woman and said, "Thank you, Shanshan."
Zhong Xinxin saw Sheng Chuncheng coming out of the door with a woman. Even though the light at the door was dim, Zhong Xinxin could tell that she was a beauty. Her face turned red and she hesitated for a while, knowing that she couldn't do it without getting out of the car.
He just got out of the car and didn't say hello to the woman. He just lowered his head, walked around the front of the car, and opened the passenger door.
Shanshan looked at Zhong Xinxin, smiled slightly, turned around, walked back to the door, and closed the door gently.
When Zhong Xinxin saw the woman leaving, she raised her head, looked at the courtyard wall and gate in front of her, and asked:
"Dad, where is this place? Are you here at the vixen's house?"
"Don't talk nonsense, this is my studio, and I am a painter."
"Is it this woman?"
"She is a model and the painter is a man."
Zhong Xinxin said "Oh" and understood.
She arranged Sheng Chuncheng into the passenger seat, started the car, and turned around in the spacious entrance of the courtyard. As she drove out, she looked in the rearview mirror and saw the lonely light that was getting farther and farther away.
Deng, Xinxin Zhong and Chuncheng Sheng said:
"Tell me, what's so difficult about painting? Why do you come to this damn place?"
"How do I know that this person is an artist? How can I, an ordinary person, understand the artist's thoughts?"
Sheng Chuncheng said that he was thinking that he really didn't understand. Anyway, the two of them were naked in this house all day long. Aqiang had not been impulsive yet, so what desire did he have to create with him?
All the desires are drawn in the paintings. This is probably only what they artists can do.
Zhong Xinxin sent Sheng Chuncheng to Jingfang 2nd District. Sheng Chuncheng got off the bus and said to Zhong Xinxin: "You go, I have to go to the small supermarket to buy some things."
"Do you want me to go with you, dad?" Zhong Xinxin asked.
Sheng Chuncheng said no, no, everyone in the supermarket knows me, and they will help me get whatever I need, and you can go.
Zhong Xinxin said "Oh", started the car and drove off.
Sheng Chuncheng saw that Zhong Xinxin's car had disappeared, but he was still standing. He didn't want to go back, so he simply sat down on the flower bed by the roadside.
He looked at the time, and it was almost eleven o'clock. He knew what the scene would be like at home when he went back at this time. Ding Huamei must still be in bed, browsing her short videos, and Chunni was also holding her mobile phone, chatting with her classmates in the QQ group
They were chatting. Sheng Chuncheng didn't know how these little brats could have so much to talk about.
When Ding Huamei was at home, Chuni never took out her laptop. Sheng Chuncheng knew that she didn't want to irritate Ding Huamei or arouse her sneers.
At this time, Chunming must be sitting on the straw mat, leaning against the wall, playing his "League of Legends". With his obsession with the game, Shengchun Chengdu wondered if he had made a mistake in buying him a mobile phone.
It was time to confiscate it, but just thinking of his happy look when he got the phone made Sheng Chuncheng's heart soften again.
Sitting there, Sheng Chuncheng felt lonely. He didn't know why. He had been in Aqiang's studio tonight for less than two hours, but he felt that he seemed to be in the wrong place.
He broke into a new world, a world that was completely foreign to him, a world that he couldn't understand and couldn't get into.
Sheng Chuncheng thus felt the vastness of the world, which was so vast that it was depressing and made people feel helpless and frustrated.
Sheng Chuncheng's mind was in a mess. He wanted to vent and find someone to have a good chat with, but in this city, a city where he was familiar with almost every street, there was no such person. For this city,
, he is just a stranger.
Sheng Chuncheng's heart trembled. He thought of a person, Yu Dazi. He could have a good chat with him, drink some cold beer, and have some fried skewers. Sheng Chuncheng felt that chatting with him would make him cheerful. His
The world is bigger than himself, and he knows many things that he doesn't know.
Sheng Chuncheng picked up the phone and then realized that Yu Dazi's contact information was in his Huawei phone. That phone included his normal world, and this blind phone was another world. Yu Dazi
In his other world, he is his only friend.
His Huawei phone was lying quietly at home at the moment. He wanted to call Yu Dazi and ask where he was, but it was impossible.
It was late at night, and the streets began to become empty. Every car and every person seemed to be rushing towards a destination. Sheng Chuncheng felt that he was the only one sitting here, not knowing where he should go.
go.
Sheng Chuncheng returned home and opened the door. Ding Huamei and Chunni Chunming were both asleep, and Sheng Chuncheng walked lightly.