When the massage started, Sheng Chuncheng asked Aqiang to stand first and then lie down. When Sheng Chuncheng massaged Tiaokou point, music suddenly sounded. Sheng Chuncheng paused for a moment, and then he recognized that it was the sound of the door control.
.
Aqiang sat up, walked over, looked at the screen and laughed: "Go back, I'm not at home."
"Open the door, open the door, don't be nagging, it's so hot outside." The person outside the door cursed.
Aqiang opened the courtyard door, then opened the door to the room, walked back, lay down on the sofa again, and said to Sheng Chuncheng:
"Ignore him, let's continue."
Sheng Chuncheng continued to massage Aqiang's Tiaokou point.
After a while, a person walked in from the door. Sheng Chuncheng felt that this person looked familiar. He should have seen him somewhere. After thinking for a while, he remembered that he took Chunni and Chunming to the "Riverside Oil Painting Gallery"
When I was there, I saw two painters, a man and a woman, painting. The man was the one who came in.
This man walked in, glanced at them, and showed no interest in them. He did not come over, but walked to the painting that Aqiang was painting. He folded his hands on his chest and stared at the painting.
Look carefully.
After Sheng Chuncheng massaged Tiaokou acupoint, he then massaged Aqiang's Jiexi acupoint. The man stood there and looked at the painting for more than ten minutes before he came over, as if he had just realized that the two of them were massaging.
, the man asked:
"What’s wrong with you?"
"I have frozen shoulder. This brother is giving me a massage. It's awesome. Do you want to come too? It's really effective."
"No need." The visitor said, "I'm not as weak as you. You carry a big fucking dick around all day long. It would be strange if you don't get sick."
"Hey, you just saw it. Isn't it cool? Is it worse than Yao Fen?" Aqiang asked, he was talking about the painting.
"Shit." The visitor shook his head, "What you drew is just a piece of shit."
Aqiang became furious and cursed: "Yao Fen is a piece of shit!"
The visitor patted Sheng Chuncheng on the shoulder and said to him, "Please give in."
Sheng Chuncheng didn't know what was going on and stood up. The person raised his right foot and kicked Aqiang hard on the butt. Aqiang screamed "Hey, you", jumped up from the sofa and punched Aqiang.
The stranger dodged and punched Aqiang again in the face. Aqiang fell down again, this time on the floor.
The visitor also fell down, pressing down on Aqiang's body with his own body, grabbing his hair with his right hand, and banging his head on the floor like "dong, dong".
Sheng Chuncheng was frightened by their sudden actions. It was obvious that these two people should be good friends, but why did they start fighting after they disagreed.
Sheng Chuncheng stood there, wondering if he should go up and help Aqiang. At least he could distract the others so that Aqiang would not be completely at a disadvantage. But he also thought, isn't he a blind person? How could a blind person help?
People fight.
Sheng Chuncheng was hesitating. Fortunately, Shanshan was back. When she heard the noise, she ran over quickly. When she got closer, she saw someone was wrestling with Aqiang. She did not go forward and stopped.
, just like a normal person, he wiped his naked body with a bath towel and watched the two of them fighting.
After watching for a while, Shanshan burst into laughter.
The visitor turned to look at her, and Shanshan smiled and said, "You two are very pornographic and violent."
"What's wrong?" the visitor asked.
"Xiao Shu, you look like you are molesting him." Shanshan said, "No, no, no, I have to take a picture."
"I'm going!"
When Xiaoshu was told by Shanshan, she seemed to realize that Aqiang underneath her was completely naked. She really seemed to be molesting him. Xiaoshu quickly let go of him and stood up. Aqiang sat up on the ground.
, rubbing his forehead with his hands.
Shanshan ran back with her mobile phone and found that the two of them had stopped fighting and shouted:
"Why did you stop? Keep going. You guys keep going."
Aqiang glared at him and cursed: "Get out!"
Shanshan chuckled, threw her phone on the sofa, picked up the bath towel on the floor, and continued to wipe her hair. Even if Xiaoshu was right in front of her, she didn't cover it up at all.
Aqiang looked at Xiaoshu and cursed: "What the hell are you crazy about?!"
"You have such a bad mouth, you can't do it without giving me a lesson." Xiaoshu said, "You can call me a piece of shit, but you can't call me a wife. You have to beat me."
Only then did Sheng Chuncheng know that the person who came was called Xiaoshu, and the Yao Fen that Aqiang just mentioned was his wife, probably the woman who painted at the "Riverside Oil Painting Gallery".
After hearing what Xiaoshu said, Shanshan kept nodding her head. She said yes, "Well done, Xiaoshu, this bastard just needs a beating."
Aqiang was discouraged, and he said okay, Yao Fen is not the one, you are a piece of fucking shit, stinky shit.
Xiaoshu was not angry but happy. He said this was okay.
Sheng Chuncheng looked at them and felt funny and amused in his heart. Who are these people? It turns out that they judge others or their creations based on shit.
"Come on, give me a hand." Aqiang stretched out his hand and said to Xiaoshu.
Xiaoshu reached out and pulled Aqiang up. The two of them walked to the painting. Shanshan also followed. Sheng Chuncheng wanted to follow, but he couldn't. He could only sit down on the sofa and look at them.
, listen to them talk.
"How is it? To be honest, do you accept it?" Aqiang asked Xiaoshu.
"It's nothing." Xiaoshu said, "It's still a piece of shit."
He then stretched out his finger and drew a circle around Shanshan on the painting, and continued: "The only thing that doesn't look like shit is this one. It's also Shanshan's glamour."
Shanshan giggled: "Thank you, Xiaoshu."
The little tree waved its hands to both sides, pointing to other parts of the picture, including the wind gods, flower gods and forest goddesses surrounding Shanshan, and said:
"These are all shit. I can't figure it out. Why do you want to draw this? Do you want to draw it like this?"
Aqiang gestured towards the painting with his palms and argued:
"Fuck you, do you understand? This is so creative. Did you see it? Wow, ancient times and today, the West and China, are completely connected in this painting. This expression is not novel enough.
,Xiaoshu, aren’t you jealous?”
"I'm jealous of you? What a joke." Xiaoshu said arrogantly, "In just these two strokes, I held the pen between my feet and the drawings were better than yours. My brother-in-law said that we who draw are craftsmen, and craftsmen must
I rely on my craftsmanship to make a living, so I don’t want to be a pretentious person like you.”
"Why am I pretending? I told you that I want to create a series, a series of famous paintings. I have already contacted that person, Luo Yufeng, Sister Feng. When the epidemic is over, I will go to the United States and paint a painting based on her.
"Mona Lisa".
"Think about it, this is such a weird idea. Is the Mona Lisa a symbol of Western culture? Or a symbol of high culture. Is Sister Feng a symbol of our popular culture? Sister Feng's Mona Lisa, wow, is everything connected?
?”
Aqiang kept talking and Sheng Chuncheng listened, not at all like someone who failed in Chinese.
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