domesticated vicious dog

Chapter 43 Studio Painting

Jiang Zhou sat beside her, but suddenly frowned, "Have you been drinking?"

"It's New Year's Eve. If you celebrate the New Year, just drink a little." Su Deng said casually.

Jiang Zhou knew that she didn't like to listen to preaching, so he changed the subject.

"Then you and Gu Mo..."

"There is nothing between us!" Su Deng was the first to speak, and it was only after the words fell that he realized that he had reacted too much.

Jiang Zhou laughed, but his expression was ugly.

Actually, this wasn't the first time he saw Su Deng pinching Gu Mo's neck, but Su Deng's reactions were completely different the two times.

That was the summer vacation after the second year of junior high school, not the first or third year of junior high school, he remembered it clearly.

At that time, as usual, he went to Su's house to look for Su Deng with the homework he had already finished.

She had been depressed for a while, and he was worried.

Junior high school is the age of boys and girls Huaichun, and they are no exception. When Jiang Zhou just knew what he likes, Su Deng has already fallen in love with a star named Lin Yan, who is a newcomer in the entertainment industry.

Perhaps it would be more accurate to replace liking with obsession.

Su Deng collected various posters of Lin Yan, pasted them all over his room, and often shared his happiness of chasing stars with Cheng Xuexue.

"I dreamed about him again last night! It seemed to be by the sea. I sat with him before the sunset, and there were white gulls flying in the sky. It felt so real. I don't know how to describe it, but I felt really happy. "

"Aren't you just a spring dream?"

"Fuck you, don't use such obscene words to describe the pure relationship between me and him."

"Tsk, Chunjie is here, how dare you say you don't want to kiss him?" Cheng Xuexue lay on the bed, flipping through the little card in her hand boredly.

The speaker had no intention of doing so, but the listener's Su Deng imagined the scene, and instantly his face was like a freshly baked steamed bun, red and steaming.

Xuexue's mocking voice sounded, she regained her senses, and the two immediately wrestled together.

Joy overflowed the house.

Xu is that the joy of chasing stars calmed down Su Deng's hostility and rebellion in adolescence, and diluted the sadness caused by her obvious partiality for Su Tanmo.

But the good times didn't last long. Around the same time when he ran into Tao Hongjing at home, when Su Deng was swiping his phone during class break, he suddenly saw the red thorny front page headlines.

Something happened to Lin Yan.

The car crashed and the rescue failed.

The huge haze was like two big hands pinching her neck.

Su Deng spent the most suffocating afternoon in her life.

The young girl tasted heartache for the first time. Looking at the posters all over the room, she cried uncontrollably, her shoulders shook violently, and half of the pillow was wet with tears from the embankment.

In the dream, she thought of her mother's gentle back with seaweed-like long hair, her father's disgusted eyes when he turned around, and Gu Mo's hand holding her skirt timidly...

There is also the most dazzling figure on the brightly lit stage in the deepest part.

Since then, Su Deng, who used to be so noisy, has become more reticent than before, and his words and deeds are not so much restrained as cold.

She seemed to be uninterested in all the people and things around her. Tears seemed to grow in her eyes. Just waiting for her to speak, they rushed out of her eyes and smashed hot on the ground.

So she shut up and sealed herself in the room.

Just when she was immersed in her own little world, one move of Gu Mo almost destroyed the dream she had woven by herself.

The summer vacation of the second year of junior high school.

Jiang Zhou was already familiar with Su Zhai, but this was the first time he saw the stepbrother she was talking about - Gu Mo.

Jiang Zhou has the habit of reading morning newspapers. The moment he saw him, he knew that the latter was the same person as the "13-year-old painting genius who was selected for exhibition in the Louvre" he had read in the newspaper. .

Under the notice of the servant, Jiang Zhou stood still at the door of the corner room on the second floor, and just about to knock on the door, but there was a faint sound of fierce quarrel inside.

"It's you who tore off the poster in my room, who told you to do that??"

"elder sister……"

Driven by anxiety, Jiang Zhou opened a gap in the door, and then his eyes widened.

This is a studio, as if for the painters to be unfettered and fully express their inspiration. The room occupies a large area and has excellent lighting.

It was a summer afternoon, and the warm light floated in from the window like tulle, but at this time, what appeared in front of Jiang Zhou was not a wonderful picture painted by a genius.

I saw flimsy drawing paper floating in the air, but more of them were scattered on the ground, messy, with sketched pencil sketches on them, and there were not a few highly completed oil paintings.

Some of them are complete, while others are torn into pieces, falling from the air like feathers, layer upon layer, which is shocking to look at.

On top of this mess, it was Su Deng who was suppressing a young man, her hand was pinching his neck, and the hatred in her eyes made Jiang Zhou shocked.

The person who fell on the ground on his back, his face was already flushed at this time, and his hands were barely on the shackles around his neck, as if he had no strength to struggle.

"Do you know how much I like him? Do you know how difficult it is to collect those posters?" Su Deng roared, his thin body seemed to be trying his best, "You don't know anything, how dare you?! !"

"Amo...not...on purpose..."

"Die! Why don't you die!!"

Jiang Zhou understood in an instant that the person on the poster should be Lin Yan, Su Deng's favorite male star, but it was a pity that God was jealous of Yingcai, Lin Yan died in a car accident shortly after becoming popular, at the age of 26.

Seeing the critical situation, Jiang Zhou rushed into the room and pulled Su Deng away.

He helped Gu Mo up and patted his back to comfort him.

"Are you all right?"

Gu Mo coughed a few times, his chest rose and fell like a broken blower, he shook his head.

Seeing that he was fine, Jiang Zhou walked towards the door vigilantly, and immediately closed the door behind him after confirming that there was no one around.

Gu Mo tried his best to hold himself up, just when he was so angry, his hands were still shaking, and he wanted to pull Sudeng again.

Su Deng stood up from the ground, like a puppet that had lost its soul, his eyes were absent-minded, and a few crystal clear teardrops fell down his fair little face.

"Sister...it's Ah Mo's fault, don't cry, don't cry, okay?" Gu Mo tremblingly pulled the corner of her clothes, reaching out his hand to wipe away the tears in the corners of her eyes.

Su Deng didn't respond, and just froze in place as if unconscious.

Gu Mo seemed to be in a panic, if there were no outsiders present, he really wanted to hug her.

"You can pinch me again..." He put Su Deng's hand on his neck, but as soon as he let go, the latter also hung down powerlessly.

"Ah Mo really knows it's wrong, don't be sad by yourself..."

Gu Mo wanted to say something more, but there was a knock on the door.

It was the first time for Jiang Zhou, who was frowning, to be so thankful that he had the habit of entering the house and closing the door.

"Miss, master, it's time to eat."

As a guest, Jiang Zhou naturally stayed to have dinner together.

At the dining table, the three of them had different expressions and each had a ghost.

"Little Mo, what's the matter with your neck?" Gu Shuhui called out, and it was only then that she noticed the suspicious red mark on her son's neck.

(End of this chapter)