single sickness

Chapter 3 The Artist

Maybe because he noticed that Xiang Mo's expression was not right, Du Chi explained that he was not derogatory.

Once pornography is associated with art, it is no longer a synonym for vulgarity in the eyes of the world, but a kind of elegant taste.

"Art needs this kind of interest." Du Chi said seriously.

Regardless of whether it is nonsense or not, such an alternative interpretation is still useful to Xiang Mo.

Artists are more or less reserved, and it is more pleasant to hear "elegant" evaluations from laymen than to be recognized by experts.Although there may be some bullshit in this compliment.

The idea of ​​not liking him has not changed, but Xiang Mo really can't hate those who praise him.

On the afternoon when Du Chi was reminded to pay attention to the volume, people from the logistics company delivered a roll of carpet.

The carpet was very thick, and two deliverymen carried the carpet up the wooden stairs, making a worrying "squeak" sound.The old wooden stairs seemed to bear the weight that life should not bear, and the voice of protest attracted the attention of most of the students in the studio.

"Teacher, is there someone else living here?" A student asked.

Since the appearance of heavy motorcycles in the yard, students have asked similar questions every day.

The flamboyant motorcycle obviously doesn't match Xiang Mo's temperament. Students who are close to him even privately ask him if he has a new boyfriend.

Xiang Mo has never come out to students, and somehow his sexuality will be seen through.He forgot to deny the student's inquiry, and asked strangely: Why do you think I will have a boyfriend?

The student sent a cute kaomoji, saying: A beautiful teacher needs to be loved by others.

Then, without waiting for Xiang Mo's reply, he immediately withdrew the sentence.

It wasn't the first time Xiang Mo saw a student calling him that.Once he was bored and looked through Moments, and found that a student had drawn a board painting of a frontal face. The person in the painting had slightly long hair and a perfectly proportioned face. The thick lower eyelashes made the eyes of the character look lazy and blurred, and the tip of the nose Below is the rosy cat lips, and the superimposed colors draw a jelly-like texture, making the lips look extremely attractive.

The text attached to Moments: The beautiful teacher in the studio has a face full of lust [色][色]

Xiang Moben wanted to comment on a good painting, but in the end he could only pretend that he didn't see it.

"The upstairs is rented out."

Withdrawing his thoughts, he simply replied to Mo, telling the students who were drawing not to be distracted.

But when the two couriers came down from upstairs, Xiang Mo himself was distracted.

This logistics company is different from ordinary express delivery, and it is dedicated to delivering goods for cooperative merchants.

Xiang Mo also bought such things as carpets, placing an order on the shopping platform, and waiting for the courier to arrive, it would take a day or two at the earliest.And Du Chi obviously found a local physical store, picked out a big carpet that could cover the entire room, and had someone deliver it right away.

In retrospect, since Du Chi was reminded in the morning, his sense of existence seemed to have weakened a lot.

No more slamming of the refrigerator door in the kitchen, no more reckless footsteps upstairs.

Although Du Chi had a casual attitude on the surface and made fun of Xiang Mo very loudly, he actually listened to Xiang Mo's reminder.

The annoyance of the early morning dissipated, and Xiang Mo suddenly felt a lot more relieved.

Perhaps this is how neighbors get along. The other party doesn't intend to make people uncomfortable, but they just don't realize it.With a little reminder, the two sides can coexist peacefully.

On Monday morning of the new week, it was another pleasant and pleasant weather.

When Xiang Mo came to the balcony on the third floor with the laundry basket, he happened to meet Du Chi drying something on the casual table.

Recently, every time Xiang Mo came to do laundry on the third floor, he felt like he was in the wrong place.

The dilapidated balcony was planted with flowers and plants, and leisure tables and chairs were placed. Looking around, among the balconies where sundries are piled up or clothes are dried, Xiang Mo’s balcony is like a small garden It seems that there is no trace of trivial life.

"Morning, Teacher Xiang." Du Chi fiddled with the things in his hand, and greeted Xiang Mo, "Come up to do the laundry?"

"En." Xiang Mo responded.

The greetings between neighbors are mostly idle, Xiang Mo is carrying a dirty laundry basket in his hand, of course he came up to do the laundry.

——It's not washing clothes, is it to appreciate Du Chi's figure?

His gaze inevitably swept across Du Chi's upper body, Xiang Mo forced himself not to look too much, and stuffed the dirty clothes into the all-in-one washer and dryer.

He knew that Du Chi had the habit of taking a bath after running in the morning, but he didn't expect that this man would be naked after taking a bath.

Perhaps it was because the third floor was his site, and he would be more casual in his own site. Du Chi was only wearing a pair of loose cotton trousers and a half-dry, half-wet towel around his neck.

Although Xiang Mo didn't want to admit it, his long-term exercise body was exposed under the clear blue sky, which was as pleasing to the eye as an oil painting.

San Mao came to Xiang Mo curiously, watching him set up the washing and drying program.

After the all-in-one washer-dryer started working, Xiang Mo planned to go back downstairs to do his own business, but San Mao squatted beside him, blocking his way to go directly to the corridor.He had to make a detour to the side, approaching the leisure table where things were drying.

There are a few ancient books on the table. They must have been accidentally wet with water. The paper is crumpled and looks a bit shabby.

At that time, Du Chi's rambunctious voice sounded across the table: "Your third sister did a good job."

"Ah?" Xiang Mo stopped after Wenyan, and looked at Du Chi in surprise.

There were no steps to stand on, and the top of Xiang Mo's head only reached the tip of Du Chi's nose.He had to lift his chin slightly to face the glare of the sun.

The leisure table is about one meter wide, and two people stand on both sides, which is just a comfortable social distance.

But when one of them is not wearing clothes, things are a little different.

Xiang Mo only glanced at Du Chi, then looked away uncomfortably.

Du Chi looked down at himself, and explained: "When I first came up, I saw my third sister knocking over my cup, and I haven't had time to get dressed."

Xiang Mo said how the third sister has become more and more elusive recently, and he dared to develop a new map on the third floor.He looked at Du Chi and said "Sorry", then looked down at the ancient books on the table and asked, "This is..."

"A copy of the Diamond Sutra from the Jiajing period."

Xiang Mo understood every word Du Chi said, but he was a little confused when they connected together.

Just like a motorcycle doesn't match Xiang Mo's temperament, things like the Diamond Sutra obviously don't really match Du Chi either.

His eyes betrayed Xiang Mo, Du Chi took the initiative to say, "It's related to my work."

"Work?" Xiang Mo raised his eyebrows.

Speaking of which, Xiang Mo has long since discovered that Du Chi is not an ordinary office worker, he just stays at home every day, like a jobless vagrant.He didn't care about Du Chi's personal affairs at all, but looking at the ancient books in front of him, he still couldn't stop his curiosity.

The open book was written with words that could not be understood by ink, just like Du Chi, he was also unpredictable.

"I'm a font designer." Du Chi said.

I don't know if it's because the sun made the back of his neck feel hot, so he pulled off the towel around his neck, wiped his wet hair, and said, "Sometimes you need to refer to the fonts in ancient books."

Xiang Mo had never heard of this profession, so he guessed intuitively: "Do you design artistic characters?"

"No, design the entire font library."

When Du Chi asked Xiang Mo whether he would open a studio part-time, Xiang Mo was too lazy to talk, so he replied "no".

It's the same situation now, the font library is obviously a new gadget, but Du Chi didn't take the initiative to explain it, which shows that he is too lazy to tell Xiang Moduo.

That's fine, Xiang Mo thought, originally he and Du Chi didn't need to be very familiar.

"But if you need artistic words, I can also help you design."

After all, it was still different from Xiang Mo's indifference, Du Chi added.

"Thank you, no need." Xiang Mo said politely, "I also know some design."

If he really needs word art, he can do it himself.

"Oh yes." Du Chi seemed to think of something suddenly, with a smile in the corner of his eyes, "You are an artist."

Another artist.

Fortunately, he didn't add the word pornography today, but Xiang Mo still heard the meaning of teasing.

If you want to be angry, it's not enough.He pretended not to hear this sentence, and naturally changed the subject: "Did you study design?"

"Yes." Du Chi said, "I also studied art in high school, but my level is far behind yours."

Xiang Mo started to learn painting at the age of seven. He is talented and hardworking. Many teachers with more qualifications than him may not be at his level.

But now he realizes that Du Chi is not a complete layman.

"By the way, why did you come to see my art exhibition?" Xiang Mo asked curiously.

"Oh, I watched it as a pornographic film."

Xiang Mo: "..."

In Xiang Mo's perception, pornography should at least be an interaction between two people.He took a deep breath and said patiently, "I only draw male bodies, how could it be a pornographic film?"

"Yes." Du Chi wiped the back of his head with a towel again, "I like men."

Xiang Mo was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, thinking why didn't you play your cards according to the routine?

Who would come out to a neighbor without warning?

Before Du Chi was "doing exercises" upstairs, Xiang Mo didn't pay attention to the gender of the visitor, and he didn't care about other people's private life, so he never thought that Du Chi would be of the same kind as him.

Now the atmosphere is subtle.

Originally, Xiang Mo had gotten used to Du Chi showing his abdominal muscles brightly, but now he became inexplicably uncomfortable.

Du Chi looked calm and composed, casually put the towel on his shoulders, looked at Xiang Mo and said, "Aren't you the same? Teacher Xiang."

Xiang Mo was confused as to how to answer the call, but at this moment, Du Chi's cell phone rang in his trousers, at least it gave Xiang Mo a chance to slow down.

After a while, Du Chi hung up the phone and said to Xiang Mo, "Fatty Luo invited us to try the dishes."

"Fat Luo?" Xiang Mo was taken aback, and immediately realized that Du Chi was talking about the owner of the restaurant opposite, Luo Yang.

Before Xiang Mo moved in, Luo Yang opened a restaurant opposite. The two had known each other for three years, and Xiang Mo always called him "Boss Luo" politely.

Boss Luo often invites his neighbors to taste dishes. Logically speaking, he should call Xiang Mo directly, but this time he notified Du Chi first and asked Du Chi to call Xiang Mo.

When did these two become so familiar?

Xiang Mo stood inexplicably at the door of Du Chi's room waiting for him to change, thinking that his new neighbor seemed to be a social terrorist.