Half a Sect Master

Chapter 47: Dream

That dream, for Yin Rui, seemed to open another door, fully presenting the ignorant desire in his heart in front of him.

When he woke up from that dream, Yin Rui was a little scared. He was afraid that the dream would be known to Fan. After all, when he was having that dream, Fan was in the same body as him… But in addition to the fear, that dream appeared in front of him more and more frequently, indicating the most real desire in his heart.

After careful probing for a period of time, Yin Rui found that Fan treated him as usual, and he had never seen his dream in ten years, so Yin Rui was relieved, but in the dream A scene, but like a shadow lingering in his mind.

One day, Yin Rui walked into the secret room full of portraits of Fan as usual. This secret room is his biggest secret. Here are all the footprints of Fan, so he can think about it. Fan, thinking of Fan, the place where you don’t have to worry about being disturbed by anyone is a place that even Fan doesn’t know about.

After putting the letter Fan wrote to him in the box, Yin Rui raised his head and stared at Fan’s portrait quietly. The lifelike person in the portrait still looked at him with a constant smile. The star-like eyebrows were full of energy, but they contained a trace of tenderness. After looking at it for a long time, Yin Rui would unconsciously soften his face. expression. He spread out a piece of pure white rice paper, dipped a pen in ink, and drew a detailed description of Fan on the pure white paper. This was the way he often missed Fan.

But when the eyes of Fancai first appeared in the pen, Yin Rui didn’t know why, the scene from that night’s dream appeared in his mind again, and he shook his hand, which immediately stained the portrait.

Yin Rui looked at the ruined portrait, frowned, lifted the invalid one, and drew it again, but I don’t know if the scene I was thinking of just now was too provocative. , Yin Rui is always unable to calm down, which rarely occurs when he paints Fan’s portraits.

He was in a trance for a while, and when Yin Rui came back to look at the eyebrows drawn in his hands again, he was shocked and pale, this…this is…

The person painted in this painting is still Bai Fan, but his eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, his eyes are half-drooping, and he seems to be watery, patient and wronged, Yin Rui is shocked by the characters in the painting I was stunned, my heart beat faster, and my mouth was dry. Tongue was dry. This, this is… the look of the dreamer that night.

Yin Rui wanted to look away, but as if he was under some spell, his eyes were firmly glued to the drawing paper. The portrait had just shown a face, and he had already let him So unwilling to give up, if it is all displayed, then it should be… Yin Rui suddenly had a thought that could be called a sin. He wanted to draw it, and wanted to draw the ordinary in the dream that night, even if it was only on paper, let it be. He can see again.

Yin Rui’s hands were shaking a little, but the voices in his heart were getting louder and stronger… Those voices were telling him the truest thoughts in his heart and forcing him to bow his head, even if he did so , is a kind of blasphemy. Yin Rui tried to struggle, but that thought was too tempting. Just once… He said to himself, only once, after painting, it will be burnt. If you don’t know it, no one will know it…

There are some trembling hands that carefully continue to outline the painting, first of all, the hair, not the neatly combed sideburns, but scattered and a little messy… Then the neck, there is no need to The collar is drawn here, without any cover… The half-retracted clothes on the shoulders and arms add a bit of temptation, one hand is propped up on the bed, the other is placed in front of him, and the hand in front of him is not drawn by Yin Rui. , after roughly drawing a direction, he turned to the chest in the blank space. When he added muscle and texture, especially the little bean on his chest, Yin Rui’s breathing gradually became short. In fact, here… you can use red The painting materials, Yin Rui’s eyes touched the cinnabar on the table, and now, it is already fragrant enough. If you add that bright color, I am afraid that he can’t stand it.

Draw a corner, and the hand that was reserved in front of him just covered it, lining the two slender legs, obscure and erotic.

Yin Rui breathed a sigh of relief when a painting was completed, but when he looked up again, he was fascinated by himself. The whole painting was incredibly fragrant.

In the past, he would draw portraits of Fan almost every day, but Fan in those portraits was always neatly dressed, with a warm and radiant smile on his face, never like this… In this way… Yin Rui found that his body was gradually warming up, especially in a certain place… His eyes gradually darkened, and he reached out to touch the painting, and the rest of the things came naturally. Although Yin Rui had not done some things, but in line with male instinct, it came naturally. will…

The dark guards who were standing outside felt that the leader had been away for a long time, but this was not something they could explore. They just had to stay here faithfully and be vigilant. During this period, there was only one The dark guard, his eyes were always fixed in one direction. When the figure in the black robe appeared, there was a glimmer of light in his eyes, but he soon hid in the darkness with the other dark guards, following around like a shadow.

Their delusions, they always feel that the gloom between the sect master’s eyebrows has dissipated a lot today, and it is not as scary as before.

Before going to bed at night, Yin Rui saw the ready white clothes and took a breath, but he quickly controlled himself to relax his body, lay down on the bed, empty his head and think about nothing, quietly Quietly fell into a deep sleep.

Bai Fan woke up as usual, he naturally did not know what Yin Rui did with his portrait during the day, nor did he know that he was painted as a spring palace. After reading Yin Rui’s letter, I saw that most of the official documents on the table had been approved, and what was on the table was not Dabu soup, just some of my favorite pastries. It was a perfect day.