C26 Artists Are All Very Strange

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX Artists are Strange

Chapter XXVI

After Hsu Haodong finished washing up, he went back into the room. He didn't know that Faang Zheng had seen all of his movements.

Faang Zheng hadn't had such an impulse in a long time. He rarely drew people, but he couldn't help it today. It was a pity not to draw such a beautiful body.

Hsu Haodong played with his phone for a while and looked at the time. It was midnight, so he got up to cook the noodles, which was cooked to the point of 80% maturity. He cut an egg and cut some bacon to make a bowl of fried noodles.

Faang Zheng's door was ajar. Hsu Haodong kicked it open.

Faang Zheng was sitting at the table painting, but suddenly Hsu Haodong came in and hurriedly put the sketchbook behind him.

"What are you hiding? Are you really painting a little yellow picture?"

Faang Zheng was very embarrassed and he stubbornly shook his head.

"No, no."

"Lies, my ears are red!"

Hsu Haodong found it funny. What's there to be embarrassed about? It's fine if you just draw. It's just a little yellow chart, he's seen it all in actual combat.

Faang Zheng remained serious, but unfortunately, his ears were red, so he accidentally exposed his lies.

"Go ahead and eat. After you're done, you can continue drawing."

"What would you like to do if you drew it? Here, take this."

He took out a packet of tissue from his pocket and put it beside Faang Zheng.

"Remember to wipe."

"Scram!"

Faang Zheng's face turned red.

Hsu Haodong laughed and left.

Faang Zheng jumped off the bed to lock the door, this time Hsu Haodong can't make a surprise attack.

Taking out the drawing book, he almost finished it. Hsu Haodong was naked, with smooth muscles from his shoulders to his legs. He was holding a bucket of water, and he could see every detail clearly.

He was furious. He wanted to tear it off, but he couldn't bear to do so. This was the result of several hours of effort.

He had already drawn a picture in the book, and he still wanted to draw a big one.

The background was a stream bank, grass, a hidden scene, turning the well water into a mountain stream, such a man was washing his body, wild, sexy, full of manly charm.

As soon as he thought of this, he started to work on the drawing board to adjust the color.

Inspiration was like the inspiration of an author. When it came, one's fingers would itch and they would have to draw it, seizing this fleeting moment.

He didn't drink when he entered the painting state. He didn't go up the mountain as per usual until the next day, so he wanted to draw a bit more. Once he was done, he would go again.

All sorts of colors and brushes flew around.

Hsu Haodong wanted to tell Faang Zheng to go eat dinner. He pushed the door open but couldn't. He bent over and looked through the crack. Faang Zheng was still wearing his pajamas and an apron full of different pigments, concentrating on drawing.

He didn't dare to provoke him, so he wouldn't disturb him at this time.

Ye Zichen quickly and quietly went downstairs. He was very careful with his housework and didn't dare to make any noise. He tiptoed away with his butt between his legs and carried the breakfast from home to the dining table.

When did Faang Zheng come to eat after drawing?

Faang Zheng's closed door cultivation lasted more than a day. Hsu Haodong didn't wait for him and left after eating. He drove to the hospital to see Auntie Tu, and since Uncle Tu gave him the keys to the restaurant, he couldn't delay the business. If he could be busy, Hsu Haodong could open a shop by himself.

Hsu Haodong thought, he couldn't just let the old couple have a free meal. Even if they earned less, they would still earn more.

He bought more than ten water heaters, boiled a piece of hot water, heated more than ten thermos of hot water, and opened a shop.

Neighbors came to drink tea and asked why it was only Hsu Haodong who drank tea today. Where were the grandma and grandpa? The moment Hsu Haodong said he was hospitalized, all the neighbors had more or less paid for their tea today. They pitied the old couple.

Hsu Haodong put the money in Uncle Tu's small box. He closed the shop ahead of time and went to the supermarket to buy a lot of things. He also brought back a lot of things like blankets, pillows, rice noodles, and oil.

It was still quiet when he pushed the door open. Strange, did he manage to climb the mountain?

When he put it in the kitchen, he found that the breakfast bar was still there, untouched.

"Why is painting a hunger strike? "I'm not hungry!"

Hsu Haodong was infuriated. He put down his stuff and went upstairs. Just as he was about to bang and smash the door, he saw Faang Zheng through the crack in the door. Faang Zheng seemed to have frozen and was drawing on the easel. He had a big earphone in his ear, and his eyes were focused. It was obvious that he was excited, and his eyes were shining. His straight back was not bent at all, and he did not look exhausted at all. If it was not for the fact that a day had passed, Hsu Haodong would have thought that time had not changed. He would still be looking at Faang Zheng through the crack in the door in the morning.

So focused? You don't need to eat or drink? He was too godly!

Oh, I understand. When he wasn't painting, he was very lazy. Then he would be lazy to nurture his spirit. Once he was painting, it would be like beating the blood of the Phoenix.

Well, who told you to be an artist? An artist wouldn't be surprised.

I was worried that he wouldn't be able to take it. He drew it in the morning just like that, and it didn't hurt even if he stood there for a whole day.

Once the painting was finished, he would come out. It was the same as when he was practicing martial arts. He would go into seclusion and when he switched off the switch, he would do it with divine arts. The moment he opened the door, the painting was complete.

Hsu Haodong could do nothing about it and did not dare to go in. This was a very sacred and mysterious matter and Hsu Haodong was afraid that if he was careless, Faang Zheng would have Qigong deviation.

He decided to just put all the dishes at the door. If he was hungry, he would definitely eat them.