He felt that since he had said it, Mo Yao should also say it, it was fair.
But the word fairness cannot be found in Mo Yao's dictionary. He doesn't want to talk to others about Xiaobai, the person he loves and hates at the same time. It doesn't mean that he loves and hates at the same time, but that there is always more love and hate, which always makes him feel disappointed.
The person who is hesitant and always makes him worry about gains and losses.
When Bai Liu saw that he didn't say anything, he didn't force it. He just said that he was stingy.
Mo Yao thought, well, maybe he is really stingy.
But he really didn't want to share Xiaobai, such a good person, with others. Although he was very dissatisfied with Xiaobai and knew that Xiaobai had many shortcomings, in his eyes, Xiaobai was still beautiful.
He wanted to keep it in his pocket, not wanting to share it with others or seeing it.
But the irony is that he is the dream lover of many people.
Bai Liu didn't insist. He was not a person who talked about people's privacy. Mo Yao didn't want to talk about it, so he didn't talk about it either. Under the scorching sun, Mo Yao accompanied him to paint quietly until both of them were hungry. His painting was not finished yet, but
They couldn't bear it, so they found a restaurant nearby. Bai Liu didn't have high requirements for food, so the restaurant they chose was mid-range. Mo Yao had seafood, and Bai Liu had steak. The food was good and tasted good. Bai Liu didn't drink, and Mo Yao didn't either.
When it comes to drinking, the two have very similar eating habits.
After lunch, Bai Liu returned to the same spot and continued painting. Mo Yao felt that his interest was very special. He wanted to paint this arena in many ways. There was no need to come here in person, but Bai Liu said that seeing it with his own eyes would make it feel thicker.
The feeling of painting will also be stronger.
He didn't understand, but he didn't say anything more.
Bai Liu said, "If you are bored, go for a walk by yourself. I may need another two hours."
Mo Yao said, "It's not boring."
He was indeed not bored. He had been wading in the desert and snow for several hours. The world was quiet and there was no sound. He could endure it. In these few hours, there were still beauties to see and people.
How could it be boring when they could chat. Both of them were able to endure loneliness. Bai Liu just smiled and didn't let him leave again.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Bai Liu's painting was finally completed. What he painted was only part of the arena, part of what he realized. It was a very simple sketch, real and thick. His painting skills have always been very good, but Mo Yao always felt that something was missing.
Things, it is undeniable that Bai Liu is a very good painter, a natural painter. Everything under his pen can appear vividly on the paper. The same is true for this huge building. Mo Yao judged with his shrewd eyes.
This is indeed a good painting, but if he is a collector, I am afraid he will not collect it. For the specific reason, he cannot tell.
"Are you not satisfied?" Bai Liu asked.
"You painted very well." Mo Yao said. Bai Liu looked at Mo Yao seriously, "But you are not satisfied."
He seemed a little stubborn, but very stubborn. Mo Yao looked at his serious face and just said lightly, "It doesn't matter whether I am satisfied or not. You are not painting to satisfy me, but to satisfy yourself."
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A strange color flashed across Bai Liu's dark eyes, and she slightly curved her lips, "I have a problem. If someone is not satisfied with my work, I will not be satisfied either."
Mo Yao said, "I also have a problem. I am dissatisfied with almost everything in the world. So, do you want to dissatisfy the work that you are proud of just because of my quirks? It makes no sense."
Mo Yao looked at the sky and said calmly, "It's meaningless who is dissatisfied with whom in this world. If you are satisfied with yourself, then that's fine. Only when you are satisfied, with a clear conscience, you will be a pure person when you stand up."
Anyone who is pure will be satisfied."
After saying this deeply, Bai Liu just pursed his lips and said nothing more. Perhaps, he was too stubborn.
Mo Yao looked at his painting and said, "Really, it's pretty good."
Bai Liu breathed a sigh of relief, and Mo Yao secretly thought that Bai Liu was a person with a perfect complex. He was a complete perfectionist. He was meticulous in dressing, had outstanding etiquette, and spoke well. Like a noble prince, to his
The requirements for painting are even higher. She wants to satisfy many people, but what he doesn't know is why she needs to be satisfied with many people. She just needs to be satisfied herself.
If a person lives for others, it will be too tiring.
In the past ten years, he was so tired that he panted like a dog. The most fatal thing was that he did it willingly. This was fatal.
Living for yourself feels much lighter.
"You are such a strange person." Bai Liu said, and Mo Yao smiled faintly. He never denied it.
The afternoon sun slanted, and he looked at the sky. The golden sunlight cast a faint halo around his face. Bai Liu squinted his eyes and looked at Mo Yao's side face from his angle. It was incredibly perfect. His eyelashes were long.
But it is not warped, it is very straight, and it seems to be very hard. The hand with eyes slightly closed is like a fan covering the face. When the eyes are opened, it is like a fan slowly raised, protecting those sharp eyes.
His skin is not very fair, but very healthy, with a tan color. He has a very graceful neck and sexy Adam's apple. When he raises his head, his lines are so graceful and exciting. Mo Yao is tall, slender and straight, and slightly thin. Bai Liu thought, he
This height and weight must be less than the standard weight, but he does not look weak at all, but full of strength. He and he are the same kind of people...
Bai Liu has met more people than Mo Yao, and there are several similar people in his circle. Bai Liu thinks to himself that people like Mo Yao are the type that can best arouse their emotions and desires.
This man is so perfect.
Everything is perfect. The only shortcoming is that he is too boring and rarely talks. But for a man, this is not a shortcoming. He himself is still a man whose silence is golden, so Bai Liu thought to himself that he is perfect.
These days, he couldn't find Mo Yao's shortcomings.
Mo Chen said that he liked a man, but that man liked women and didn't like him. He thought, men of this type should kill both men and women. It's really shameful that some people gave up.
Well, I don’t know the goods.
There are so many ignorant people in this world. Mo Yao is definitely a loyal lover. With his love, you will have a warm harbor all your life.
"What are you looking at?" Mo Yao suddenly turned around. He had long noticed Bai Liu's looking eyes. People like him were very sensitive to other people's eyes. He asked Bai Liu to look at him because he wanted to figure out what he was thinking, but he looked at him for a long time.
Yes, he felt uncomfortable all over.
Bai Liu said calmly, "You are so beautiful."
The tips of Mo Yao's ears suddenly turned red. His ears are his sensitive areas. Usually, his ears will turn red before his face turns red. Do you think any man can look at a man like this and still feel confident when someone finds out? Su Hong, you hate being beautiful.
I'm fascinated by words like this.
No, you must be a little embarrassed, right?
But Bai Liu didn't feel uncomfortable at all. His face was as usual, and he told the truth, "I have never seen a man more beautiful than you."
"That's because you haven't seen much of the world." Mo Yao said lightly. She was much prettier than him. Suman from Riyadh is still a great beauty. Time seems to have not brought any trouble to her. Everyone in the Su family looks very beautiful.
Young, his grandma now looks very elegant and beautiful.
And Xiaobai...
Xiaobai is much prettier than him.
"Maybe!" Bai Liu did not deny this statement, lowered his head and smiled lightly.
Mo Yao likes people who can see through at a glance, people who have no secrets around him, and he doesn't like people who are difficult to grasp, so he likes Bai Liu, who is a man who can see everything through his eyes.
He never lied, which he liked very much.
Although there is a sense of mystery, it does not prevent him from liking this person. It is like the wind. When the wind blows, you will feel very comfortable, but you know that the wind is free and unpredictable.
Mo Yao patted his shoulder and said, "Let's go!"
Bai Liu was stunned, nodded, packed his things and followed him.
It was still early, so Mo Yao took him for a walk around the city of Rome. Bai Liu talked a little more next time, as if he suddenly changed from a gentle and autistic boy to a lively, cute, youthful boy.
Mo Yao was a little surprised, but he didn't resent such briskness. Bai Liuzheng responded to those words, as quiet as a virgin and as active as a rabbit. He talked more, and he took it as his love for Rome. Most of the questions he asked were about the city of Rome.
The story and origin of the building, Mo Yao was a local, so he naturally explained it one by one. Sometimes Bai Liu smiled, and the corners of his lips curved slightly. The two of them were like tourists wandering around the city.
Bai Liu thought he was a good tour guide, and he also felt that it was worthwhile for him to stay in the Mohist Castle.
Mo Yao would take him to wonderful places that no outsider could know. He also understood his own thoughts and knew that such scenery would make him happy.
The two had dinner outside. After dinner, Bai Liu said that he wanted to drink.
Mo Yao raised his eyebrows, "I never drink."
Bai Liu said, "I will never get drunk after a thousand cups."
Mo Yao was in a dilemma. Almost no one in his family drank. He and Mo Jue did not touch alcohol. Mo Chen and Xiao Bai did not drink much. Mo Ye occasionally drank, but not much.
There are mostly wine displays.
"Where do you want to drink?"
"Let's find a bar." Bai Liu said, raising his wrist to look at his watch, "It's still early."
Mo Chen took care of all the mafia matters. It was indeed too early to go back. Mo Yao thought about it and said, "Okay."
He took Bai Liu to a bar that Mo Xiaobai often went to. Bai Liu refused at first sight and asked, "Are there any gay people?"
Mo Yao was startled and frowned slightly. In his impression, it was a very messy place. A clean young man like Bai Liu should not go to such a messy place. Mo Yao instinctively wanted to refuse, but Bai Liu's eyes were so clean and pure.
very.
"I'm a gay, is it weird to go to a gay bar?" Bai Liu asked.
