Idol's Repayment

Chapter 24 Drawings

Yang Qin slept until the afternoon.He was woken up by the ringtone of the incoming call, and vaguely wanted to sit up and get the phone.He raised his waist only ten centimeters, but he gasped in pain and fell back on the bed.

This time he woke up completely, hugged the quilt and wailed meaninglessly, trying to cool down the temperature on his face.So-and-so, how long has it been since so-and-so, to be honest, last night, ah no, this morning he was almost unconscious at the end, tired and sleepy, but so-and-so was still in good spirits.He thought bitterly, little fan sisters really don’t need to worry about how tired he will be if he stays up all night working and spinning around. Damn, it’s good to be tired. Toss off.

Yang Qin sat up slowly, lifted the quilt, made an exaggerated grinning expression when he saw the marks on his body, and crawled to the side of the bed.There was already a set of clean pajamas on the bed, and he was just struggling to put them on when the phone rang again.

The name of the person who spent the night with him danced on the screen, Yang Qin covered his face, and the temperature that had just faded crept up his cheeks again.

Three seconds later, "...Hello?"

"Qin Qin! Are you awake?"

Yang Qin heard the joy from the short five words, and heard the girl's heart from the joy, and covered his face for the first time when he woke up.

After a tossing all night last night, when Zheng Tongmu was called to the company early in the morning, he didn't have a hangover at all, but was full of joy and vigor.The manager yawned and hugged a cup of star father, watching Zheng Tongmu beaming uncharacteristically, with a bright smile that couldn't be contained, showing his eight big white teeth to everyone who came in and out.He has already received messages from various people on his mobile phone, and they all inquired about what good things happened to Tongmu, which made the expressionless person look like a peacock, and he would open his screen wherever he went.

Tsk, he wants to know too...

As a mother-fetal solo senior single dog, the manager smelled the smell of dating from Zheng Tongmu.fall in love?with who?A list ran through the agent's mind.The actress who co-starred in the last commercial?Probably not, she was a dozen years older than Tongmu, she claimed to like mature men, and there was no spark with Tongmu.The heroine of the previous MV?It's not right, I heard that there is a big boss behind it, and the heroine of the popular web drama has just been airborne recently.An employee in the company, an office romance?Unlike, he knew everyone who came and went in the company, and he didn't see anyone getting close to his artists in private.Powder, fans? ... Uh... It's hard to imagine that there are fans who can privately connect with him under his nose.The only exception is the "benefactor" that Zheng Tongmu asked him to help set up a line before, pretending to be an assistant himself, and trying his best to get close?

But, that's... a boy... right?The agent recalled.

Ah, it's so annoying, whatever, boys are fine, at least they won't get pregnant.The manager, who had been drinking too much and didn't sleep all night, took a sip of coffee, casually rubbed these thoughts, and threw them to the back of his mind.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zheng Tongmu slipping out of the recording studio with his mobile phone in his hand.After hesitating for a moment, he still got up and followed.

In the dead corner at the end of the corridor, Zheng Tongmu's rambling voice came: There is cooked porridge on the table, washed fruit in the refrigerator, I have sent the clothes for washing, does your waist still hurt...

Pfft, the manager who was eavesdropping behind the wall almost spit out the coffee from his mouth.

"Oh, by the way, the moving company called you just now and no one answered, so they contacted me. Are you...are you free today? Can you move today?"

Very good, very good, the manager held his head.He has a headache.

The door to Zheng Tongmu's new home is open.

Yang Qin stood at the door, watching the workers carry boxes inside.Not only the paulownia trees were packaged and shipped from the company dormitory, but also his own.Originally, the things he was going to move had already been packed, so he did it as soon as he said he would. He ran back to his home after eating, and came back with the moving company.After all, he hadn't moved all his belongings here yet, so it was done in a short while.

After sending the moving company away, he started to pack.Just 2 minutes after I was busy, the phone rang again.This time it's the property, let's say it's a courier.

In order to protect the privacy of the residents, all the express delivery here can only be delivered to the door, and the residents can pick it up by themselves or wait for the property to distribute it.Yang Qin opened the door, and said hello to the property management guy - after squatting here on and off for two months, Yang Qin is already very familiar with them.The little brother turned around and picked up a big package from the tricycle, wrapped in cardboard, square and square.It's a bit heavy, but the little brother thoughtfully reminded Yang Qin who stepped forward to help.

What is it, with a thickness of about ten centimeters, and it is divided into layers and packaged separately.photo frame?One, two, three... nine frames?Yang Qin walked around the package twice, guessing that it was bought by Zheng Tongmu himself.The message he sent to Tongmu received a reply almost immediately, one word: "Demolition."

So Yang Qin dismantled the first layer suspiciously and was stunned.It's a picture frame; there's a picture in the picture frame, his picture.

A few months ago, on the eve of Zheng Tongmu's world tour, they inadvertently pierced the layer of cellophane between the two of them, and he left the key and ran away in a very useless manner.After embarking on the tour, Zheng Tongmu would post scenery and selfies on the wb almost everywhere he went, uncharacteristically hardworking, not at all like the current state where he has not moved for a week or two.At that time Yang Qin was very entangled, others could run away, but his heart couldn't.Numerous previous experiences have proved that inner stagnation will really turn into a strong desire to create. Every time Zheng Tongmu sends a wb, Yang Qin immediately produces a liver, one is not enough.They are obviously people who have seen and drawn tens of thousands of times, and they... have had zero-distance contact, but Yang Qin is just a blowout of inspiration and has produced many new ideas.

For each picture, he experimented with at least three or four different styles, either using different color schemes, or simulating the performance of different painting materials.Whether it looks good or not is left to the viewer to answer.He sent every picture to Yang Jin, and asked her to post whichever one was pleasing to her eyes.

The painting in front of him is one of his works during that period.Yang Qin unpacked all the packages, there were nine pieces in total, all of them.And among them, Yang Jin didn't choose to develop them publicly, so Zheng Tongmu specifically asked Yang Jin to get them all, printed them out, mounted them and sent them to his home.

There is already a picture on the wall of the master bedroom, hasn't he seen enough?

Yang Qin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and planned to put the photo frame in the living room, and wait for Zheng Tongmu to clean it up when he came back.

But Zheng Tongmu, who received the delivery notice, couldn't sit still. He didn't know where he was locked up, and he couldn't go home for three days.The next day, he made a video call to Yang Qin. After caring about his physical condition, he asked about the painting.

Yang Qin sighed: "Do you want to turn your home into a gallery?"

"But it's really beautiful... Don't you think it's very pop-like to arrange it in a nine-square grid?" He has studied the effect carefully, so he asked his sister-in-law for the picture that has not been published on the web. .

Zheng Tongmu began to talk about his idea: "...just hang at the corner of the stairs on the first floor, in three rows and three rows, that's right!" He snapped his fingers, handsome, "The master I called should come to the door soon Already!"

What master?

Before Yang Qin could ask, the doorbell rang.

Following behind the master, Yang Qin was speechless.

Zheng Tongmu enthusiastically commanded remotely on the video call: "Yes, yes, I just want to hang up here...Qin Qin, can you see the effect?"

"No, no, the upper left corner is the green one, yes yes yes yes..."

Yang Qin felt that he was just a humanoid self-propelled camera at the moment.

The master roughly gestured for the position, touched the tool bag, and showed Yang Qin a bad expression: "I'm sorry...do you have a tape measure at home, I forgot to bring it."

Zheng Tongmu repeatedly said that there were some, and directed Yang Qin to get them: "In the room to your left on the first floor, there is a tape measure in the drawer of the bookcase."

Yang Qin responded and put down the phone.He had never been in the room on the left, so he thought it was Tongmu's small studio or something.He walked over and pressed the doorknob.

Failed to press.locked.

Yang Qin took out the key from his pocket, and finally unlocked the door after trying the third one.

He opened the door and went in, looked around but didn't see the bookcase Zheng Tongmu mentioned.In this room, there is only a transparent glass cabinet on the wall beside the window, which is more than one meter long.Yang Qin thought, it can't be this.It was full of dolls, probably all given by fans.On the side of the storage box, Yang Qin also saw a pile of fan letters scattered.Is this room dedicated to storing gifts from fans?

Opposite the glass case, there is an easel with its back to the window.The easel is covered with a lace curtain, revealing the patterns underneath.As if by accident, Yang Qin walked over and lifted the cover on the easel.

He was struck by lightning for a moment.

What appeared in front of his eyes was a painting, a painting that he felt familiar yet unfamiliar.Familiar because it is his work.Strange because this is his work more than ten years ago.It's not even a work, it's just graffiti at best.

It shows a child, wearing a hospital gown, sitting on a bed.He turned his head sideways, his black and round eyes looked at the big tree outside the window, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.Yang Qin's memory traveled through more than ten years, back to the winter when he was 13 years old, he sat by the girl's bed in the warm sunshine, while looking at her, he described her in his heart stroke by stroke. image of.

When he left the hospital, he left the painting to the little girl named "Guan Guan".So... Guan Guan is Zheng Tongmu? ? ?Because it was Guan Yi, the nurses called him Guan Guan? ? ?Guan Guan is not a girl but a boy? ? ?

"Handsome, have you found the questionnaire?" The master walked to the door and called out.Yang Qin woke up like a dream, responded, wiped his face and exited the room.Uh, what were you doing just now?His mind went blank, and he stared blankly at his master.

The master called him again worriedly: "Handsome guy, are you okay, tape measure..."

Oh yes, tape measure, Yang Qin settled down.It should have been the wrong way just now, because what Zheng Tongmu saw in the video was his own mirror image, what he thought was his left hand was actually his right hand.The tape measure was in the drawer of the bookcase in the first room on the right. He gave it to the master, and sat on the stairs, staring blankly at the master's painting.

Zheng Tongmu found that Yang Qin had lost his soul after taking the tape measure, and he didn't respond to calling him several times.Although he didn't know what happened, but let's not bother him for now, so Zheng Tongmu communicated with the master through the video call, and asked Yang Qin to sit aside and be in a daze.

The master moves very quickly, and it will be fine in a while.Zheng Tongmu asked Yang Qin to hold up the phone so that he could appreciate the effect of the decorative painting.I have to say that Zheng Tongmu took a lot of thought to choose it. The horizontal row used the same draft, and the vertical row used the same set of colors. The 3x3 set was hung on the wall, and it was very clean. harmonious.

Zheng Tongmu finished appreciating it happily, and was about to open his mouth to ask Yang Qin, who had been silent all this time, what he thought, when suddenly there was chaos behind him, and the manager rushed over shouting his name.He quickly greeted Yang Qin and hung up the phone.