Chapter 2107

Jack magically realized some implication, and said faintly, "you seem to have some misunderstanding about yourself!"

"What?" Mu yuan asked.

Jack recently checked the harmonious movement between homosexuals. He knows more or less. Xueba learns everything very quickly. Who gave him the courage to think he can be on it?

Forget it, he's in detoxification, so don't hit him.

Jack rolled his head. "I'll make you a snack."

To Mu Yuanlai, this is a euphemistic refusal. Mu yuan is not interested in being a white porcelain. He thought to himself, the instructor rejected him. Are they in love? This state is like falling in love, but no one pierces a layer of window paper, and it seems that nothing has happened, which is quite annoying.

Is the instructor just helping him detoxify?

Is he thinking too much?

Can't the instructor forget his dead lover?

If he works harder, will the instructor like him more? If he doesn't like him more, how can he agree to be with him? He didn't make any promises to himself.

Oh, how annoying!

Mu yuan, who brushed the bullet screen for a long time, was in a very gloomy mood. Jack obviously felt it, but he deliberately avoided the topic and made Mu yuan an apricot blossom sweet jelly, which was clear and cool, with a little apricot blossom aroma, and would not be too sweet and greasy. It was very suitable for mu yuan's taste. As soon as Mu yuan was angry, he didn't plan to make a small couple cup.

Anyway, he can't do it well, and his technology is not up to standard. Then he bought several colorful large vases to decorate. These colorful bottles are colorful, and their aesthetics are very strange. Mu yuan had nothing to do, and arranged for the family again. Jack was reading in the courtyard, watching him do it, and asked, "do you need help?"

"No."

Then... An afternoon passed.

The curtains were replaced with double layers of white and dark blue, the sheets were replaced with black, the covers were replaced with red, the tablecloth was replaced with small emerald flowers, and the carpets were also replaced with light green wool blankets. All the houses were pasted with a layer of gray wallpaper with light gold veins.

Jack, "..."

He looked at the color matching at home indescribably, and an idea flashed over. He might not be able to decorate the house in the future, but how can he live? It was colorful, and the color matching had no style, which was very strange.

Mu yuan was very happy, "is it nice?"

"Not good-looking."

Mu yuan, "..."

Mu yuan thought, they really are not in love. Don't men and women in love hold each other? Do they have eye droppings in their eyes and say they are diamonds? Why does Jack dislike his aesthetics?

Jack's character is not tortoise hair. Although his family has been dramatically changed, and the warm colors have become non mainstream style, he readily accepted it. Mu yuan can be happy.

He often gets poisoned and needs to do something to divert his attention. He finds that Mu yuan especially treasures the cup he sent. Jack makes Mu yuan sit in the yard on a whim, and he draws for mu yuan.

"Can you draw?"

"Why not?" Xueba answered naturally, "it's very simple."

Mu Yuanjing calmed down. He rarely went to military school. His hobbies were almost gone except that he was caught practicing calligraphy and playing the piano before the age of seven. He learned life-saving skills. It had nothing to do with him. Guitar and harmonica were learned from his comrades in arms in the army. What to draw is even worse. It's OK for him to draw maps and landscapes. It's simply a sin.

I thought Jack was sketching him, but who knew he took out the color box and wanted to make him an oil painting.

Mu yuan, "you... Good... Versatile."

Jack said, "my mother likes it. Her dream before middle school was to be a painter, so I learned some fur from her."

A lot of sunshine fell, and there were some trees in the yard that Mu yuan couldn't call his name. The leaves were golden and glowing. He sat under the tree and was lazy. The sun fell layer by layer through the golden leaves. There was a mottled light on his side face, which set off his eyebrows and eyes, and his facial features were three-dimensional. The afternoon sun shrouded his body warm, but he looked up very dazzling. The sky in the distance was blue, In the afternoon, the town was clean and warm, with a faint fragrance in the wind.

Mu Yuanji was comfortable and sleepy, leaning back on the rattan chair to nap. Jack stopped writing, looked at it for a moment, took off half of it, took a new canvas and painted it again.

Color matching, painting, the young boy lying under the tree unprepared, the afternoon sun is too strong for Jack to have a sleepy dizziness and enjoyment.

Mu yuan didn't know how long he had slept. Recently, he had poor immunity and was easy to sleep. When he opened his eyes, he was still confused, "have you finished painting?"

"Almost." Jack whispered.

"Can I move?"

"Yes!" His attention was on the canvas, and Mu yuan yawned, slowly walked over, and then surprised.

On the canvas, tall trees, golden leaves, and a wall covered with morning glory vine in the yard opened some scattered flowers. The sun fell on the boy under the tree. He leaned slightly against the rattan chair, as if he were reclining and sleeping. His facial features were bright and three-dimensional, lifelike, and the color matching was not as beautiful as that of oil painting, but it was not too dull, like a slender boy who was secretly sleeping in the afternoon and was peeped at, The whole picture shows a trace of sweet and greasy taste.

"It's... Beautiful." Mu yuan was shocked. Jack said that he only knew the fur, which was simply too modest. This was obviously a masterpiece of a famous artist. Naturally, his appreciation ability was completely lacking, but at least he was beautiful and ugly. It seems that the man in the painting is himself, so the bastard looks at the mung bean?

Jack looked left and right, and felt quite satisfied. Mu yuan's charm was also depicted. Mu yuan was very happy. "Is this for me?"

"Send you!" Jack said that he rubbed his wrist and had a little expectation at the bottom of his heart, but mu yuan's performance was too straightforward. He didn't need him to ask whether he liked it or not. He showed unreserved ecstasy and appreciation. Jack thought, it's good to be a simple person, and there's no need to guess his preferences.

It seems that he likes everything.

This is very fulfilling.

Mu yuan looked at the oil painting. He thought he would frame it, put it at the head of the bed, and look at it every day. It would be better if Jack were the person in the painting. Unfortunately, his painting skills were not good, and he could not draw such a charm.

"Can I draw you?" Recently, everything has to be paired. Xiao Mu yuan also has his own mind.

Jack was stunned, bowed his head and chuckled. Mu yuan felt that he was acting too... Hungry and thirsty, and instantly blushed.

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This is two in one!