Chapter 195

"Wait a minute, teach me how to walk the tango steps first?"

Wei Ming wanted to do middle school, but Sister Lin wanted to learn before doing.

Wei Ming: "Tango is walking, three steps and a dash, two turns, five steps and a waist."

Zhu Lin laughed: "Is this reliable?"

Wei Ming: "Before you see the foreigner's tango, take my statement as the standard. In this room, no one knows tango better than me."

Zhu Lin: "Alright, I'll try it myself first... Alright, come on."

Wei Ming hugged her waist again, very standard. If it were Mei Lingling, her butt would have an extra hand that couldn't be shaken off.

As soon as the music played, Zhu Lin muttered Wei Ming's formula in a low voice. Eh, it seems she really stepped on the point.

However, at first, Zhu Lin was passive and was led by Wei Ming. He danced really well. It should be said that his ex-girlfriend taught him really well.

Zhu Lin didn't want to talk about his ex-girlfriend, but she was very interested in Wei Ming's ex-girlfriend.

"Is your ex-girlfriend pretty?"

"Quite pretty." Wei Ming didn't reject this topic. Although they separated, that relationship was a very beautiful memory for him.

"How pretty is she?" Zhu Lin asked, "Compared to the lead actress of *Herdsman*, who is prettier?"

Zhu Lin very wisely didn't use herself for comparison, but used Gong Ruzheng.

"Yo, you even know what the lead actress of *Herdsman* looks like?"

"Seen her crew on *Popular Cinema*."

Wei Ming: "They are all very pretty, but not in the same dimension. Maybe everyone has everyone's opinion. You are so curious, you can look at her photos later and judge for yourself."

He kicked the ball of "comparison" back to Zhu Lin.

Zhu Lin didn't expect Wei Ming to keep his ex-girlfriend's photos. She tore up all the photos of her ex, and the other party was the same.

A thought passed, and her steps became chaotic, and she stepped on Wei Ming's foot.

"Sorry, are you okay?"

"It's okay, fortunately you aren't wearing high heels," Wei Ming laughed, "But girls should wear high heels and click-clack on the floor when dancing this kind of dance, it feels better."

And girls should wear skirts. Sister Lin wearing pants is a bit lacking.

She continued the topic just now: "Alright, look then."

After a song, Wei Ming let go of Zhu Lin. She was a bit nervous, her palms were sweating, and she didn't take the opportunity to eat tofu.

However, this kind of close-fitting dance was destined for tofu to bump into him, and Wei Ming inevitably had some physiological reactions. After all, it was a vigorous age.

He made an excuse to go to the restroom to suppress it, and Zhu Lin also drank a few mouthfuls of tea.

After coming out, Wei Ming invited Zhu Lin into the master bedroom and took out one of his photo albums.

He took so many photos that there were two albums.

"Here, these few pages are her."

Zhu Lin first noticed those color photos. She exclaimed: "So pretty! Is she a natural redhead?"

"Yes, not dyed."

Then Zhu Lin noticed the other party's figure when she saw Mei Lingling's full-body photo. So exaggerated!

Although hers wasn't bad, there was a huge gap compared to this kind of white person.

And I heard that Westerners are open and active. I don't know to what extent Ma Xiaowei developed with the other party. It definitely wasn't limited to holding hands, right?

Zhu Lin stared at Mei Lingling's lipstick-painted lips. She estimated that the little mouth had been kissed too.

Flipping and flipping, Zhu Lin found her own photo, and a smile began to appear on her face.

Wei Ming was very clever. He put Sister Xue's photos in another album in advance, and that one wasn't opened at all.

After all, this was Wei Ming's bedroom, and there was a bed not far away. Zhu Lin didn't stay long. It was enough to know what Wei Ming's British first love looked like.

Zhu Lin noticed there was no desk in the bedroom. She asked: "Where do you usually write?"

So Wei Ming led her to visit his study.

She first saw the simple and elegant bookshelf, magazines on the left, books on the right, and letters below.

"Have to buy another bookshelf later." Wei Ming felt it would be full next year.

Zhu Lin looked at it. There were no novels she was interested in. There were indeed no novels suitable for ordinary girls like her now.

However, soon she saw *Mist and Rain* on the desk, and it was the traditional character "Mist and Rain."

"This is?"

Wei Ming: "Hong Kong-Taiwan romance novel, old book from my Hong Kong pen pal. We are exchanging books to read."

"You still have a Hong Kong pen pal?" Zhu Lin's first reaction was: this pen pal is a girl, right?

"Friends from all over the world. I wrote a few letters to this little pen pal and had a basic understanding of the strange Hong Kong. In the future, even if I want to write a story about Hong Kong, I won't be exposed."

Wei Ming thought of the snacks Ah Min sent here, so he took out a bag of potato chips and let Zhu Lin eat.

Zhu Lin took a piece, and her eyes lit up. Delicious!

But there was oil on her fingers, and she still had to flip through the book.

"Forget it, don't eat it first. I'll read this novel first."

Wei Ming: "You read yours, I'll feed you."

This behavior was a bit ambiguous, but Wei Ming had already handed it to her mouth, so she had to open her mouth to take it.

Because she became more and more fascinated, she was unknowingly fed a small bag of potato chips by Wei Ming. She felt that even if a carrot was handed over at this time, she would take a bite.

Wei Ming laughed: "If you like reading, take it."

"Your pen pal gave it to you, is this okay?"

Wei Ming: "Just return it to me after reading. This kind of book is afraid of being suspected of being a poisonous weed. It's not safe to put it in the dormitory."

This reminder was timely. Zhu Lin said: "Then I'd better not borrow it. These traditional characters are quite eye-catching."

She lived with others and wasn't too familiar with them. Who knew if it would be reported? They all walked out of that era and had psychological shadows.

Wei Ming thought for a while, then went out for a while. When he came back, there was an extra key in his hand: "Then come to my place to read when you want to read."

Zhu Lin panicked. How could she take the key to his house? They were just ordinary friends; it was overstepping!

Wei Ming didn't care: "My place is empty, what am I afraid of? Just take it and come to see it."

Wei Ming forcibly stuffed the key into Zhu Lin's pocket, and at the same time thought that he had to match two more later. Sister Lin had one, and Sister Xue had to have one too.

Helplessly, Wei Ming was too enthusiastic. Zhu Lin accepted the key, but thought that she would come to visit when Wei Ming was at home in the future, and she couldn't really treat this place as her own home.

After reading the beginning, Zhu Lin felt that this kind of romance novel was very fresh, a type she had never seen before, and it was very attractive to her. Moreover, the book wasn't thick, and she would finish it in one day on the weekend.

"Eh, this is..." When putting the book back, Zhu Lin noticed the Chinese painting on the desk, which was grapes.

Wei Ming picked it up and said: "Oh, this is the housewarming gift Gong Ruzheng gave me."

"Comrade Gong Ruzheng!" Comrade Zhu Lin's radar rang violently, "She has also been to your house?"

"Yes, my friends around me have basically been here, and they all gave gifts. That teapot just now was sent by a good friend in the Chinese department. I didn't know you were in the capital at the time; otherwise, I would have called you to play earlier."

Zhu Lin took the painting and looked at it. There was even a signature.

"Comrade Gong Ruzheng is quite talented." Zhu Lin thought, it's just that it's mediocre, not comparable to the two outside, and she still has the face to leave a name.

As soon as this thought came out, Zhu Lin's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately reflected, why am I sour about others? I didn't even do this when talking about Mei Lingling, Ma Xiaowei's ex-girlfriend.

Wei Ming replied: "People have family heritage; her father is a painter."

"How old is Comrade Gong Ruzheng?" Zhu Lin suddenly asked an irrelevant question.

Wei Ming said vaguely: "I'm not very clear. It looks like you are about the same."

The two said they were one year apart, but actually it was only three months apart. Zhu Lin was the sister.

It turned out to be the same age as her. Zhu Lin felt better. She put down the painting: "People gave you gifts, but I came empty-handed. It doesn't seem very appropriate."

Wei Ming leaned against the desk: "Then what do you plan to give me?"

Zhu Lin regretted: "This is an elegant residence. It's not appropriate to give vulgar things. Calligraphy and paintings are appropriate. It's a pity I don't have talent in this area."

Wei Ming suddenly had a plan: "I can paint!"

"Ah, you can paint too?" Zhu Lin became jealous again. You two are so well-matched.

She asked: "But what's the use of you? Now I am the one who wants to give you a gift."

Wei Ming stared at her bright and atmospheric, peaceful face and said: "I paint one, isn't it equivalent to you giving me a gift?"

Zhu Lin's eyes widened: "You are asking me to be a model for you."

"Yes."

Zhu Lin thought this was good. When the time comes, hang herself in the study, and she can see it every day when writing!

Wei Ming asked again: "Then do you want to paint with clothes or without clothes."

Zhu Lin was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "You stinky boy, are you playing hooligan with your sister!"

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Saying that, she also made a gesture to twist Wei Ming's ear. Boys can't talk nonsense just because they are good-looking. Know that disaster comes from the mouth!

Wei Ming dodged while explaining: "Sister is wronged. What I am good at is Western painting, that is, oil painting, sketching, etc. The basic skill of painting this kind of painting is painting the human body, that is, the kind without clothes."

"Then have you painted it?" Zhu Lin, who was exercising intensely, asked with a red face.

"Haven't painted it, so the level is not high, can only write novels."

Zhu Lin said: "Not allowed to paint. Who would paint that if they are decent?"

Wei Ming said in his heart that Old Wu next door had painted it. People studied painting in Europe, and there was no lack of this kind of painting. Even his deceased foreign wife had been a human model for him.

Wei Ming was just teasing Sister Lin. How could he really paint for her? They weren't familiar yet.

However, Zhu Lin thought of a question: "Your Western painting was also taught by your ex-girlfriend?"

Actually, it was learned after starting work in the previous life, but it couldn't be explained clearly at this time, so he nodded.

Zhu Lin asked with a red face: "Then have you painted that kind of painting without clothes for her?"

Wei Ming lied: "No, but she painted me."

Zhu Lin: "O!"

Sister Lin was very shocked, and her little mouth couldn't close.

She now felt that Wei Ming and Mei Lingling probably didn't just kiss little mouths!

Last year he was just an 18-year-old child. This Mei Lingling is really!

Zhu Lin said: "Then paint it, with clothes. Do you have tools?"

Wei Ming: "I have pencils and drawing paper here. Let's sketch."

"Then what should I do?" the model asked.

Wei Ming: "Choose a posture that you can persist for a relatively long time."

Zhu Lin thought for a while: "I can persist for a long time lying on the bed."

Wei Ming: "Alright, I just changed the sheets. Please."

Zhu Lin immediately grabbed Wei Ming. This time she finally twisted his ear, but the younger brother was too tall and had to stand on tiptoe.

Wei Ming: "I'm serious. Many Western paintings are lying on the bed. Pick a comfortable side-lying posture. The effect is very good."

He said so, but Zhu Lin didn't agree. What if she fell asleep directly while lying down? And there seemed to be only one bed in this house.

She slept, where did Wei Ming sleep?

Finally, Zhu Lin walked around the house and chose to lean on the sofa. This was also quite comfortable.

Wei Ming thought for a while, pushed the sofa to the balcony, let her sit on the sofa and look out the window, and found a blanket to cover her legs.

He still had some artistic perception. It was much better after such an adjustment.

Wei Ming moved a small stool and started painting.

Sister Lin, who was looking at the night outside the window, asked: "Then can I talk?"

"Yes, but don't talk to me."

Zhu Lin: "What time is it now?"

Wei Ming: "It's almost nine o'clock."

"Oh my, it's so late!"

Wei Ming: "Does your dormitory also have a closing time?"

"That's not it, but my roommates usually go to sleep at ten o'clock. I don't want to disturb them."

Wei Ming: "Then I'll send you back after painting for a while, and continue tomorrow."

This was actually what Wei Ming wanted. He didn't want to finish painting so quickly. Adding elements like windows and blankets was also to increase the difficulty and painting time.

After painting for about half an hour, Wei Ming indicated that Sister Lin could move.

"I'll go to the restroom first." She drank a lot of tea just now and was holding it in.

After hearing the sound of the flush toilet, Wei Ming walked to the restroom door: "Sister Lin, open the cabinet above the washbasin."

"What for?"

"See it?"

"What is this?"

Wei Ming: "Foreign goods bought by a Hong Kong pen pal. Last time in Yunnan, I found that the sun was very poisonous. You can try these two skincare products. They have whitening effects."

Actually, Zhu Lin was very careful about skincare in Yunnan, but it was completely useless. She had been back for a few days and had been hiding from the sun in the laboratory, but she hadn't recovered. She was actually quite anxious. Which girl doesn't love beauty?

Zhu Lin opened the door, her face full of surprise. She asked: "How much?"

Wei Ming raised his head: "The younger brother's heart is priceless."

Zhu Lin snorted: "I'll just be a model for you. This is also priceless."

Wei Ming muttered in a low voice: "The ones without clothes are priceless."

Zhu Lin made a gesture to twist his ear again. It looks so good without clothes, you are still thinking about it!

She seriously suspected that Ma Xiaowei had already seen Mei Lingling without clothes. What can't foreigners do?

It is estimated that only those who have tasted the taste of meat will miss the fragrance of meat.

But what kind of taste is that? Twenty-eight-year-old Zhu Lin asked a soul question.

They had already danced the tango together. When going back, Zhu Lin directly hugged Wei Ming's waist. The night was cool, so it was warmer this way.

Sending the person back, Wei Ming returned to his home, turned on the tape recorder, and continued to play *Por una Cabeza*. He walked alone, feeling lonely and desolate, wanting to have a woman.

The next day, Wei Ming arrived at school. On the way to the school journal office, he happened to meet Uncle Pingan, who told Wei Ming.

"Your telephone line has been applied for. It should be installed within a week. Prepare the money by then. Don't run around after work, wait at home."

Wei Ming's spirit was lifted: "Alright!"

This speed was too fast. Worthy of being my uncle! He didn't praise the telecommunications department, only feeling Uncle Pingan was super god. Without him pulling connections and making calls, it wouldn't have been possible so quickly.

After arriving at the unit, Wei Ming and Yang Hao continued to care about the South Korea in deep water. Deputy President Zhou hinted at the writing again.

If it was finished today, it could be published in this issue. If it was finished tomorrow, it would have to wait for the next issue.

So Wei Ming handed the manuscript to him before leaving work in the afternoon.

Zhou Junfeng: "You wrote another poem!"

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