Deep in the mountains of South America, there is a mysterious manor, with high security and low traffic. The only means of transportation to the outside world is the helicopter manor, an introverted oriental rich man. It is said that his highest record is that he has not said a word in three days, but he is quite generous to his subordinates and has a good salary. He only strictly controls their contact with the outside world. He can only learn about what happened outside through TV news.
Actually, this job is pretty good. These days, the world is so bad. Prices are the same every day. There are problems every few days. Now, the government forces and rebels are firing again. There are dead people everywhere. It is estimated that there is no more than a year or two. James is skillfully manipulating the plane and talking to the young man in the passenger seat. He is a veteran in his fifties, with a short stubble, with a rosy complexion. When he smiles, he crow's feet at the corners of his eyes are as deep as a knife.
The weather is very good, the sun is a bit dazzling, and the helicopter is flying smoothly at thousands of feet above the sky, overlooking the bleeding land below
...We are not like you, man, staying in the bright office can make money and have a stable nest to avoid these shit things is considered luck, but some people still quit their jobs. They are not like me, and they can still come out to see them. They stay there all year round, come and go, and they are familiar faces, and there are no new topics to chat.
The young man with long hair listened absent-mindedly, looking like he lacked interest, and replied casually: It's Ah, there are restrictions on calling, and he can't contact his family often, so he must be homesick.
Actually, they are also stupid. James grinned. There are restrictions on phone calls. He can hide in the house and secretly call Ah. Anyway, the boss is either drawing or playing games with A Ling all day long, and he doesn't go to the workers' room to check. I often do this when the environment does not allow it. People can find some fun on their own, right?
He winked at the young man with a long hair and felt very fond of the tall and handsome young man beside him with a quiet face.
It was said that the long-haired young man took a sip of mineral water and asked casually, Who is A Ling?
James hesitated for a moment and said vaguely: You know, rich people like to keep pets...
Oh, the long-haired young man responded dryly, and did not continue to ask
After a while, James felt as if he was thinking of something and sighed in a daze: Damn, rich people are so lucky! Fuck!
The long-haired young man slowly tightened the cap of the mineral water bottle and in agreement a word burst out from his tightly closed mouth: Fuck!
The plane stopped on the empty lawn at the entrance of the manor. The long-haired young man picked up the famous painting ordered by the manor owner and followed James off the plane. The tall brick wall obscured the scenery in the garden. It was hard to see if the wall was covered with green vines with earthy smell, coiled like strange pythons, and colorful parasitic flowers attached to it. The monsters were red and green, and there was a kind of shocking beauty under the sun.
The long-haired young man was about to take a step, and two live ammunition guards suddenly appeared on the wall. The guns were pointed straight at their long-haired young man. James smiled at him as if comforting, turned his head to shout at the two guards: Hey! It's me, old James! This guy was given a painting from the auction house and asked the boss to sign it himself.
A guard took out the walkie-talkie and whispered a few words, then turned his gun to the young man: You, stay away from him! Retreat three meters and raise your hand
James shrugged and said: They want to search for their body, the stupid rules here
The long-haired young man smiled understandingly: Do you understand that you can give this painting to your boss for a look? I don't want to stay here for too long to avoid taboos.
No problem James took the heavy door and slowly opened it. Two guards walked over.
The young man with long hair smiled and opened his arms towards the sun
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The painting was actually quite important, which was probably attributed to the pretentious frame of James looking at the painting. In the painting, a charming naked beauty leaned against the brocade and stooped with her head. Her big watery eyes were very seductive. James was flattered. He probably wouldn't understand the quirk of the rich man who was not as good as the bare butt in the room. Even though he was not interested in women, why should he decorate the room like a butcher shop?
He sighed and pressed the answering machine at the door: Boss, it was James Auction House who has delivered the paintings, and there is also a list of purchases this time.
After a moment, the door opened automatically and the boss's voice came: Put the painting in the living room A Ling, go and check the list
The living room is empty. In this weather, the boss must be in the studio again.
James was a little disappointed. At this time, the door of the studio opened. A naked black-haired young man crawled over on all sides. His movements were elegant and smooth, without any sound. The soft and light posture reminded me of a tameless leopard with a delicate silver collar around his neck, and his wrists and ankles were wearing homogeneous silver rings. He climbed to the coffee table, picked up the shopping list, and examined them one by one according to the receipt.
James' eyes lit up, and he walked around the coffee table and placed the oil painting on the sofa opposite. He turned around and was facing Zero's front. He saw silver powder sprinkled around his nipples and navels. A thin silver chain connected with two nipple rings. A platinum pendant hung in the middle. A huge diamond was inlaid at the top of the pendant. It was shining brightly in the sun, and a circle of broken diamonds were also inlaid around his navels. Under the contrast of silver powder, it was like the starlight in the Milky Way, cold and mysterious.
James swallowed, his eyes falling on his crotch, his hair was shaved very clean, his genitals were confined in a beautiful silver box, blocking the infinite spring light box obviously with the same texture as the collar between his neck, and there was a simple circle emblem in the same complex pattern of vines.
It would be great if that box was transparent. James thought dissatisfiedly, of course, it would be better if there was no that box.
At this time, A Ling had put down the list: No problem
Some regrets ended so soon, James shrugged: Then I'll be kid? Boss, I'm leaving!
Watching James' back disappear with the two slowly closed doors, Zero turned around and returned to the studio. The light in the studio was extremely bright, with a large wall full of long floor-to-ceiling windows. At this moment, the heavy curtains were rolled up, and the sunlight penetrated through the window, covering the large area of broad-leaved green plants outside the window of the room, which was almost transparent by the sunlight.
There was an easel by the window, and a man in black was contemplating the sketch on the rack. The soft and handsome silhouette was immersed in the sunlight. The breeze blew the black hair on his forehead, forming a hair spurt. The master of Zero was Zero.
Zero crawled to his master's side, kissed his toes gently, and curled up at his feet and rubbed his head drowningly: How about it?
There is nothing else, just daily necessities, especially food prices have risen a lot. Perhaps it is caused by the recent war that it would be much cheaper if you go to neighboring countries to purchase them. Even if you remove the oil money from this section, it will be the same.
Then you deal with it. I don’t want to care about these mundane affairs. The master stretched his body and noticed that he wanted to say something but stopped. Do you have anything to do?
Zero lowered eyes: No, master
The master stopped asking, stared at the sketch on the easel and asked casually: What do you think of this painting as I just finished?
Zero humbly said: Zero doesn't know how to draw, the master
Go and have a look
Zero dared not refuse anymore. He walked two steps to the easel and drew a woman sitting on the windowsill on the side. She had long curly hair and melancholy eyes. The proportions and lines of the characters were normal, but somehow, she always gave people a very flat feeling. Although the painter also carefully depicted the shadows on the face. Although the details of each part were not bad, melancholy was like butter on bread, not flowing out of her eyes.
It's indeed a painting, but just a painting
Zero didn't know what to say, but when he turned his eyes, he saw the blank poem, and he said it out loud: Hope and memory have a daughter, named Art, and her residence is far away from the desperate place where humans use their twigs and robes as battle flags.
This seems to be Yeats's poem. He said softly, someone once read it
The master's eyes narrowed: Is that right? Who has read it to you?
Ling stared at the poem in a daze, his eyes gradually became dazed, and suddenly he supported his forehead with his hands, as if he was incredibly painful.
I don't remember it at last, with inexplicable sadness flowing in his eyes
Actually, this job is pretty good. These days, the world is so bad. Prices are the same every day. There are problems every few days. Now, the government forces and rebels are firing again. There are dead people everywhere. It is estimated that there is no more than a year or two. James is skillfully manipulating the plane and talking to the young man in the passenger seat. He is a veteran in his fifties, with a short stubble, with a rosy complexion. When he smiles, he crow's feet at the corners of his eyes are as deep as a knife.
The weather is very good, the sun is a bit dazzling, and the helicopter is flying smoothly at thousands of feet above the sky, overlooking the bleeding land below
...We are not like you, man, staying in the bright office can make money and have a stable nest to avoid these shit things is considered luck, but some people still quit their jobs. They are not like me, and they can still come out to see them. They stay there all year round, come and go, and they are familiar faces, and there are no new topics to chat.
The young man with long hair listened absent-mindedly, looking like he lacked interest, and replied casually: It's Ah, there are restrictions on calling, and he can't contact his family often, so he must be homesick.
Actually, they are also stupid. James grinned. There are restrictions on phone calls. He can hide in the house and secretly call Ah. Anyway, the boss is either drawing or playing games with A Ling all day long, and he doesn't go to the workers' room to check. I often do this when the environment does not allow it. People can find some fun on their own, right?
He winked at the young man with a long hair and felt very fond of the tall and handsome young man beside him with a quiet face.
It was said that the long-haired young man took a sip of mineral water and asked casually, Who is A Ling?
James hesitated for a moment and said vaguely: You know, rich people like to keep pets...
Oh, the long-haired young man responded dryly, and did not continue to ask
After a while, James felt as if he was thinking of something and sighed in a daze: Damn, rich people are so lucky! Fuck!
The long-haired young man slowly tightened the cap of the mineral water bottle and in agreement a word burst out from his tightly closed mouth: Fuck!
The plane stopped on the empty lawn at the entrance of the manor. The long-haired young man picked up the famous painting ordered by the manor owner and followed James off the plane. The tall brick wall obscured the scenery in the garden. It was hard to see if the wall was covered with green vines with earthy smell, coiled like strange pythons, and colorful parasitic flowers attached to it. The monsters were red and green, and there was a kind of shocking beauty under the sun.
The long-haired young man was about to take a step, and two live ammunition guards suddenly appeared on the wall. The guns were pointed straight at their long-haired young man. James smiled at him as if comforting, turned his head to shout at the two guards: Hey! It's me, old James! This guy was given a painting from the auction house and asked the boss to sign it himself.
A guard took out the walkie-talkie and whispered a few words, then turned his gun to the young man: You, stay away from him! Retreat three meters and raise your hand
James shrugged and said: They want to search for their body, the stupid rules here
The long-haired young man smiled understandingly: Do you understand that you can give this painting to your boss for a look? I don't want to stay here for too long to avoid taboos.
No problem James took the heavy door and slowly opened it. Two guards walked over.
The young man with long hair smiled and opened his arms towards the sun
*****************
The painting was actually quite important, which was probably attributed to the pretentious frame of James looking at the painting. In the painting, a charming naked beauty leaned against the brocade and stooped with her head. Her big watery eyes were very seductive. James was flattered. He probably wouldn't understand the quirk of the rich man who was not as good as the bare butt in the room. Even though he was not interested in women, why should he decorate the room like a butcher shop?
He sighed and pressed the answering machine at the door: Boss, it was James Auction House who has delivered the paintings, and there is also a list of purchases this time.
After a moment, the door opened automatically and the boss's voice came: Put the painting in the living room A Ling, go and check the list
The living room is empty. In this weather, the boss must be in the studio again.
James was a little disappointed. At this time, the door of the studio opened. A naked black-haired young man crawled over on all sides. His movements were elegant and smooth, without any sound. The soft and light posture reminded me of a tameless leopard with a delicate silver collar around his neck, and his wrists and ankles were wearing homogeneous silver rings. He climbed to the coffee table, picked up the shopping list, and examined them one by one according to the receipt.
James' eyes lit up, and he walked around the coffee table and placed the oil painting on the sofa opposite. He turned around and was facing Zero's front. He saw silver powder sprinkled around his nipples and navels. A thin silver chain connected with two nipple rings. A platinum pendant hung in the middle. A huge diamond was inlaid at the top of the pendant. It was shining brightly in the sun, and a circle of broken diamonds were also inlaid around his navels. Under the contrast of silver powder, it was like the starlight in the Milky Way, cold and mysterious.
James swallowed, his eyes falling on his crotch, his hair was shaved very clean, his genitals were confined in a beautiful silver box, blocking the infinite spring light box obviously with the same texture as the collar between his neck, and there was a simple circle emblem in the same complex pattern of vines.
It would be great if that box was transparent. James thought dissatisfiedly, of course, it would be better if there was no that box.
At this time, A Ling had put down the list: No problem
Some regrets ended so soon, James shrugged: Then I'll be kid? Boss, I'm leaving!
Watching James' back disappear with the two slowly closed doors, Zero turned around and returned to the studio. The light in the studio was extremely bright, with a large wall full of long floor-to-ceiling windows. At this moment, the heavy curtains were rolled up, and the sunlight penetrated through the window, covering the large area of broad-leaved green plants outside the window of the room, which was almost transparent by the sunlight.
There was an easel by the window, and a man in black was contemplating the sketch on the rack. The soft and handsome silhouette was immersed in the sunlight. The breeze blew the black hair on his forehead, forming a hair spurt. The master of Zero was Zero.
Zero crawled to his master's side, kissed his toes gently, and curled up at his feet and rubbed his head drowningly: How about it?
There is nothing else, just daily necessities, especially food prices have risen a lot. Perhaps it is caused by the recent war that it would be much cheaper if you go to neighboring countries to purchase them. Even if you remove the oil money from this section, it will be the same.
Then you deal with it. I don’t want to care about these mundane affairs. The master stretched his body and noticed that he wanted to say something but stopped. Do you have anything to do?
Zero lowered eyes: No, master
The master stopped asking, stared at the sketch on the easel and asked casually: What do you think of this painting as I just finished?
Zero humbly said: Zero doesn't know how to draw, the master
Go and have a look
Zero dared not refuse anymore. He walked two steps to the easel and drew a woman sitting on the windowsill on the side. She had long curly hair and melancholy eyes. The proportions and lines of the characters were normal, but somehow, she always gave people a very flat feeling. Although the painter also carefully depicted the shadows on the face. Although the details of each part were not bad, melancholy was like butter on bread, not flowing out of her eyes.
It's indeed a painting, but just a painting
Zero didn't know what to say, but when he turned his eyes, he saw the blank poem, and he said it out loud: Hope and memory have a daughter, named Art, and her residence is far away from the desperate place where humans use their twigs and robes as battle flags.
This seems to be Yeats's poem. He said softly, someone once read it
The master's eyes narrowed: Is that right? Who has read it to you?
Ling stared at the poem in a daze, his eyes gradually became dazed, and suddenly he supported his forehead with his hands, as if he was incredibly painful.
I don't remember it at last, with inexplicable sadness flowing in his eyes
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