As usual, the sound of mahjong playing can be heard from the barber shop with iron fence on Nancheng Old Street.
After saying goodbye to Lu Rover and the others, Tan Jingyang told Ji Zhun that he had a gift for him, and then brought Ji Zhun and Tan Le here.
Looking at the faint light coming from the crack in the door, Ji Zhun was confused and said: "Don't tell me that the gift you gave me was to entertain me to play cards."
Tan Jingyang opened the iron fence and motioned for Ji Zhun to enter the house. When Huazi and the others at the table saw that Tan Jingyang had brought someone over, they all stopped looking at the cards.
"Hey, isn't this the buddy who was blocked by the big bald head last time?" Huazi still had a toothpick in his mouth.
Ji Zhun nodded at Hua Zi and the other three, and introduced himself: "Ji Zhun, thank you very much before."
Several people saw that Ji Zhun was quite upright, and they got to know each other within a few words, and asked Ji Zhun if he wanted to have supper together later.
"We both ate." Tan Jingyang took the conversation and said to Huazi, "Help me watch Xiaole for a while, and I will take Jizhun up there."
Hua Zi looked a little surprised, but he still bit his toothpick and responded calmly: "Oh, OK."
Ji Zhun followed Tan Jingyang up the wooden ladder in the back room and climbed to the roof of the bungalow.
At this time, a gust of wind happened to blow, bringing the fragrance of the oleander planted opposite the house.
Ji Zhun narrowed his eyes slightly: "Take me to the roof..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Tan Jingyang sitting diagonally opposite him holding a drawing board. He was sharpening a pencil with a sharp blade under the light of the street lamp.
Ji Zhun immediately swallowed his words and sat on the tiles on the roof. He looked at Tan Jingyang sharpening his pen with interest and asked, "Can you still draw?"
Tan Jing raised her head without raising her head, only slightly twitching the corners of her mouth: "There are still many things you don't know."
"Yes." Ji Zhun nodded in agreement, "Treasure boy."
"Have I started painting?" Tan Jingyang put the blade aside and looked up at Jizhun, "Just sit there casually, don't be too deliberate."
Ji Zhun nodded, then curled up one leg and stretched the other, put his arm on the curled up leg and asked Tan Jingyang, "Is this okay?"
"Okay, it would look better if I put on a big colorful scarf."
"Damn." Jizhun laughed angrily, "Tan Jingyang, don't be mean."
"Just kidding, handsome."
Tan Jingyang placed the pencil between himself and Jizhun and compared it, as if composing a picture. Then he started to draw a few strokes at a time, and then looked up at Ji Zhun.
The surroundings fell silent for a moment, and all that could be heard was the rustling of insects in the grass.
"Tan Jingyang." Ji Zhun licked his lips, "Can I have a cigarette?"
"Whatever." Tan Jingyang replied, but the drawing action on his hand did not stop.
Ji Zhun took out the cigarette case and lighter from his pocket, lit one and held it between his fingers, and continued chatting with Tan Jingyang while smoking.
"Hey, let me tell you, did Huazi dye your silver hair when we first met?"
"Tsk, mention it again?"
Whenever Tan Jingyang was mentioned about her hair, she felt uncomfortable all over. And Ji Zhun just loves to see his rare and cramped appearance, gloating and then asked: "Tell me about Brother Baiyang?"
"If you lose playing mahjong, you have no money to pay. Hua Zi's grandson said that a batch of hair dye cream just came into the store, and asked me to help him try the color to pay for it." Tan Jingyang stopped writing, lit a cigarette and sighed, "I'm thinking about it." Anyway, it's on vacation, and I'll just let him dye it back before school starts. I never knew I'd run into you."
"What you are saying is that you have indiscriminately found the wrong person." Jizhun raised his eyebrows, "What about that? You and Hua Zi and the others have known each other for a long time, right?"
"Um."
Tan Jingyang put the cigarette in his mouth and freed his hands to draw.
With his breathing, white smoke floated up from the red dot of the cigarette burning, lingering in front of Tan Jingyang's eyes.
His brows were slightly frowned, his lips were drawn into a line, and his focused eyes were deep and dark.
Ji Zhun just watched like this, but he didn't feel bored at all.
"Tan Jingyang." Jizhun called again lazily.
Tan Jingyang raised his eyes and looked at him.
Ji Zhun bit his cigarette holder and smiled at Tan Jingyang: "Do you know what I suddenly remembered?" He paused, "Have you seen "Titanic"? There is also a painting scene in it."
Tan Jingyang frowned when he heard that, of course he had seen "Titanic". In the cabin, Rose took off her clothes and asked Jack to draw a nude portrait of herself.
That scene was handled extremely aesthetically and advancedly, and the light and shadow were full of emotion from the bottom to the bottom. It can be said to be quite classic.
"The scene on the carriage that followed was also great." Ji Zhun was still talking about his movie. "The hand that suddenly stood on the window in the cramped space filled with heat and sweat was filled with tears. A streak of water was drawn between the breathing glass. It is full of desire but does not make people feel obscene at all, which is really amazing. I have to say, Xiao Lizi was so handsome when he was young, right? "
"Um."
Tan Jingyang really couldn't figure out why he was sitting on the roof listening to Ji Zhun talk about passionate scenes at this time?
It was obviously a normal thing to draw him a picture as a birthday present, but why was it Jack, Rose, sweat, breath, and hands again?
But after thinking about it, people are just talking about the movies they have seen in idleness, so why am I uncomfortable here?
"Hey, Tan Jingyang..."
"Don't move around."
When he said this, even Tan Jingyang himself found that his voice was a little hoarse.
Ji Zhun blinked in confusion and asked, "Is there any toilet water here? There are too many mosquitoes."
"If you keep at it, the painting will be done soon." Tan Jingyang stood up and threw the toilet water prepared in advance to Ji Zhun. Ji Zhun took it steadily and sprayed it on himself and the air.
Ji Zhun: "You want some too?"
"No." Tan Jingyang picked up the paintbrush again, "I don't like mosquitoes."
After that, for some unknown reason, Tan Jingyang could no longer concentrate on painting. His mind was filled with those scenes from "Titanic" that Ji Zhun had just mentioned.
The carriage, the breath, the sweaty hands with protruding knuckles, and the traces on the glass windows... In the air filled with toilet water, Tan Jingyang's hand holding the pen gradually tightened.
He took out a cigarette and lit it again, trying his best to control the strength of his pen without making it appear too deep or dull. But the pen tip suddenly "clicked" and broke completely.
Tan Jingyang bit the tip of her tongue hard and gasped. After he stabilized his mind, he took the blade on the side again and sharpened the pencil again.
Before that, he always thought that he had restraint beyond ordinary people in this respect. I don't know what happened today, but just listening to people talk about a movie makes me messed up.
The smell of toilet water was still entering Tan Jingyang's nose, and Ji Zhizhen beside him drooped his eyes as if sleeping, occasionally raising his hand to scratch the mosquito bites.
When the painting was completely finished, Tan Jingyang finally took a long breath.
And after seeing his own portrait, Ji Zhun's eyes that were originally full of tiredness instantly revived.
"Mr. Tan, I'm afraid you can hold training classes at your level?" Ji Zhun praised sincerely.
"I'm a bit out of shape today, otherwise I can look more like it." Tan Jingyang put the painting into a plastic folder and handed it to Ji Zhun, "Next time, I will draw a better one for you next time."
"Thank you, are you awesome, Brother Yang?"
Following Zhun's bright smile, Tan Jingyang happened to see him grinding a white mint candy with his canine teeth, and then the tip of his tongue flexibly rolled it into his mouth.
With the breath, it brings out a light and refreshing sweetness.
"Go back early." Tan Jingyang glanced aside and whispered.
"Well, I'm sleepy." Jizhun shook the taxi app in his hand, "Then I'll call a taxi? I just happened to pick you and Tan Le up."
"good."
...
That night, Tan Jingyang had a messy dream as expected. This dream actually has its own BGM, which is the theme song "My Heart Will Go On" from "Titanic"?
After waking up, he lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling for a long time without recovering. It wasn't until the short and heavy breathing became calm again that Tan Jingyang quietly got up and went to the bathroom to take a cold shower.
Looking at the dazed eyes in the misty mirror, he couldn't help cursing secretly.
Tan Jingyang, something is wrong with you.