Qi Mian didn't know what Tu Ye said to Butler Chen. In short, in the following days, the other party was obviously much more considerate to her.
The tone has not changed at all, but it will provide some conveniences for the blind.
Qi Mian accepted it silently and stopped thanking him.
Tu Ye didn't go out today. According to Butler Chen, he was painting in the studio on the second floor. Qi Mian naturally wanted to brush up his presence.
She only knew that Tu Ye was a painter, but she had never seen him paint.
Qi Mian asked Butler Chen where his studio was, and now he didn't need his help, so he slowly went upstairs holding on to the handrail.
She changed into a clean and comfortable dress. She couldn't see the style or color, but according to Sansan, the dresses Tu Ye prepared for her were all simple and light-colored, which matched her harmless temperament.
Qi Mian walked to the studio. She hesitated in front of the door and knocked on the door.
All these scenes have been captured by the surveillance camera above her head. Tu Ye is only separated from her by a wall. His dark eyes fall on the surveillance image displayed on the screen of his mobile phone. The petite girl is standing outside. The high-definition picture quality can completely capture it. Her outstretched hand stopped moving again and again.
Tu Ye wiped a little bit of bright red paint on his hands and moved his thin lips slightly.
"come in."
Qi Mian, who was outside the door, was stunned. She hadn't knocked on the door yet.
[There is a surveillance camera above your head. Tu Ye should have seen it. By the way, host, I forgot to tell you. There are surveillance cameras everywhere on the first and second floors of this villa. There are almost no blind spots. ] Sansan said.
Qi Mian understood and thought to herself that it was a good thing that she had not done anything destructive before when Tu Ye was not at home.
She turned the doorknob gently and pushed the door open.
An indescribable complex smell hit his face, and Qi Mian couldn't help but pause.
The smell of putrefaction, rust, rotten flowers, and the strong smell of paint and disinfectant? Qi Mian sniffed carefully. She had been in the hospital for a long time, so she could easily identify the smell of disinfectant.
[What does this smell like? ] She asked Sansan.
Sansan's answer was somewhat cryptic: "Ah this...Host, please be careful not to wander around and touch around. There is a fresh female corpse lying in front of Tu Ye." ]
"Come here, just move forward." Tu Ye stood on the spot. Although his hands were wiped clean, his shirt was still stained with some spattered blood stains. He looked at Qi Mian and said, with a hint of coaxing. Meaning of comfort.
Qi Mian pursed his lips, his sense of smell was still being stimulated, but he walked towards him slowly but firmly.
The distance between the two people was only eight or nine meters, but surrounding them there were pools of reddish-brown liquid, broken clothes, unrotten stumps, and scattered painting equipment.
The space left for Qi Mian's feet was extremely limited, and she was very likely to step on any of these things accidentally. The blind girl in a white dress walked forward without knowing anything, and she slowly passed by. He wiped away the dirt and walked towards the tall man standing upright in front of him.
Tu Ye narrowed her eyes in pleasure at the strange and strange scene. She miraculously avoided every obstacle.
[Host, tip your toes to the right, yes! It scared me to death. You almost touched a piece of my arm. ] Sansan reminded in real time.
With the help of Sansan, this section of the journey was finally completed successfully.
Qi Mian breathed a sigh of relief, but he still had to pretend that he didn't know where he was going and stretched out his hand to test until his fingertips touched the soft fabric.
"Husband?" Qi Mian called out in a soft voice.
"Yeah." The other party responded lazily, holding Qi Mian's fingertips that had not been retracted, and pulling him to sit on a sofa next to the easel, "What's the matter?"
Tu Ye stood in front of her and casually glanced at the female corpse sitting next to Qi Mian.
He just got the female corpse back yesterday. She was a young girl who saw him at night and took the initiative to strike up a conversation with her.
The fair and beautiful face is now glowing with an abnormal bluish white. The wound on the neck is no longer bleeding. The jagged circle looks very beautiful. The soft skin has been pressed and does not rebound much. Originally, These are the things that inspired him in Tu Ye's eyes, but now Qi Mianyi sat next to her...
He suddenly frowned, and the originally full inspiration disappeared. Qi Mian's exposed skin was white, tender and moist, a fresh beauty that he had never liked very much.
"There's nothing else, I just want to be with you." Qi Mian raised her head and looked straight ahead, unsure of the direction. It seemed that what she said was a bit too straightforward for her, and there was a faint blush under her eyes.
Tu Ye stared at the blush, and there was still his unfinished painting on the easel behind him.
Without waiting for the man's response, Qi Mian, thinking that he would disturb the other man's work, then asked carefully: "Is it okay?"
Tu Ye stroked her cheek, and the blush became more obvious where his warm fingertips touched. She was obviously shy but did not resist. Qi Mian, who just obediently allowed Tu Ye to move, bit her lip nervously.
"Then sit here," he said.
"Okay." Qi Mian nodded, and then sat motionless on the sofa, even though she knew that there was a female corpse less than one meter away from her.
The sound of the soft brush falling on the canvas was rustling, and Qi Mian listened quietly.
She didn't know how long it took before the sound of brushes stopped. She sat blankly for a while before realizing that Tu Ye seemed to have finished painting?
"Aren't you tired from sitting like this?"
The sofa sank a little, and Tu Ye sat next to her, separating himself from the female corpse.
"It's okay." Qi Mian whispered, "Have you finished painting?"
"Yeah." Tu Ye lifted her hair and played with it with his eyes.
"It would be great if I could see it. I really want to see your paintings." Qi Mian said sadly, with a bit of regret and sadness on his fair face.
"Want to see my paintings?" Tu Ye asked.
His eyes fell on the painting, a painting he finished in a hurry after losing his inspiration. The female corpse in the painting did not bring him any sense of beauty. Instead, it was boring and ugly. However, he added a few strokes of white dress next to the female corpse. Girls are pure and beautiful.
There was a flash of thought in his eyes.
"Yes, Butler Chen said that you are a painter, so your paintings must be very beautiful. I have never seen the painter's paintings." Qi Mian smiled, and his out-of-focus eyes also rose when he said this. A little light.
Tu Ye suddenly said: "Although I can't see you, you can be my model."
Qi Mian was stunned when he heard this: "Can I?"
Tu Ye looked at her clear eyes, straight tip of nose, bright red lips and fair skin. There was no doubt that this blind country girl had an outstanding face, and Qi Mian's temperament always had a certain tinge to it. A soft and harmless feeling that no one else can have.
Her beauty is neither aggressive nor impactful, but it will make you gradually fall in unconsciously as you gaze.
He replied: "Okay."
Qi Mian was like a little girl who got a surprise. She laughed happily: "Okay."
"This is my model just now. She didn't perform very well. You will do better." Tu Ye said quietly, picked up the hand of the female corpse next to him and put it on the back of Qi Mian's hand before he could react, as if He was really just discussing something so simple and ordinary.
A cold and soft touch came from the back of Qi Mian's hand. After realizing what it was, the smile on her face froze for a moment.
