Paintings of Terror

Chapter 153: Date Night With the Male God

“Do you need us to go back with you?” Ke Xun looked at Luo Wei.

“No need, thank you.” Luo Wei’s face was still deadly calm, without any signs of lingering fears or of having gained a new lease on life.

“Then, take care.” Ke Xun patted Luo Wei on the shoulder and sent him to the train.

Wei Dong added the Wechat of a psychiatrist that Qin Ci had recommended, and as they got on the train toward home, he told Ke Xun sadly, “I guess I’ll have nightmares for half a month this time.”

After waiting for a long time but not receiving Ke Xun’s response, he raised his eyes to look intently at the other seat and saw that this guy was diligently pouring tea and peeling bananas for his male god.

Wei Dong: “…” What an anger-inducing nightmare!

“You don’t often take the train?” Ke Xun asked.

“I have sat in a few.” The male god was impeccably attired, holding an iced green tea and looking down at Master Kong.

“Good, good, the noodle’s ready.” Ke Xun enthusiastically helped him uncover the lid of the bucket of noodles. “These braised instant noodles are great, just ask Dongzi.”

Wei Dong said, “Dongzi has left the live broadcast room.”

Ke Xun: “…”

The male god also looked elegant and charming even when eating instant noodles. Ke Xun tilted his body, resting his elbows on the small table, and watched him with his chin in his hand. Finally, he graciously handed over a napkin. “Just make do. I’ll make something delicious for you when we get home.”

Mu Yiran glanced at him and smiled lightly. “Thank you.”

Dazzled by the smile, Ke Xun straightened up and looked toward the front of the car. “Why does this train move so slowly? Is the track condition bad?”

Wei Dong, who was peeling ham on the opposite side: “….”

“By the way, how did this Mi Lun commit suicide…” Ke Xun took out his phone. “I’ll do a search.”

“No, I already called my assistant earlier and asked him to look into it.” Mu Yiran checked the time on his phone. “We’ll get detailed results in half an hour.”

Ke Xun quietly put away his phone and asked tentatively, “Is your assistant a male or a woman?”

Mu Yiran looked at him with a smile that didn’t look like a smile. “Male, married, with a three year old and a one year old child. He and his wife are childhood sweethearts. They met when they were three years old and got together when they were 14. They were each other’s first love and first relationship. Any other questions?”

“Ah…” Ke Xun shifted his focus and pointed to the person sitting opposite. “Why is other people’s childhood sweetheart the right person for them, but mine is like that?”

Wei Dong, who was in the middle of peeling his tea-flavored egg: “….”

Mu Yiran’s assistant’s efficiency was faster than expected. Not long after, he sent the information he’d gathered to Mu Yiran’s phone. Mu Yiran took a glance and said indifferently. “There are a kind of people in this world who are headstrong, innocent, idealist, extremely sensitive, and very persistent. To put it nicely, a childish person. To put it more succinctly, someone who resists reality, fears pressure, and refuses to accept responsibility.”

“Mi Lun was very unfortunate, because he had the misfortune to be such a person. Although he had some talent for painting, his strength and his luck were somewhat lacking. He was obsessed with the delusion that his art was like the Garden of Eden, but in reality, he wasn’t talented enough, and it came as a blow when it didn’t gain the recognition that he thought he deserved.”

“He was originally at the golden age of life, but he chose to escape hardship by committing suicide by overdosing on pills.”

“Before, the police had claimed that he did not leave a suicide note. In fact, this wasn’t true. The police found a suicide note at the home where he’d died. However, because it involved sensitive factors, its content was not disclosed to the public. Yet, many people in the industry knew something about it.”

“Before Mi Lun died, in his suicide note, he vented about his dissatisfaction with the world, disliking and denouncing the social environment and interpersonal relationships, and he harshly criticized the shadiness of the industry, and so on.”

“There seemed to be a few sentences in his suicide note that implied that it is better to be a naive and carefree child. The child would not care about your artistic concept, your style of painting, your compositional ideas, whether you have talent, whether you are talented, whether you used bright or unbright means to achieve what you want, and whether you have attained the fame and fortune you wanted.”

“Children’s worlds are the simplest and purest. They like cartoons of any style, and anything you draw will create a dreamy childhood for them.”

“Therefore, this sensitivity made him seek to escape the complex world of adulthood, so that he could still remember the carefree beauty of his childhood before he died. Pure Land was the last work he completed before his death, and even then, the industry’s evaluation of it wasn’t high.”

“The more venomous critic said, instead of spending time looking at this painting, it is better to watch the Deer Bell cartoon. At least through that cartoon, even children could feel what is called ‘art.’”

“…That’s a bit too harsh,” Ke Xun said with a sigh. “The man is already dead, and he should have more propriety when speaking about him. Although, through that cartoon, I did feel the charm of Chinese ink painting and was able to watch my buddy grow successfully into an excellent art designer whose rate of balding is only second to the programmer industry.

Wei Dong, tearing the wrapper of a hot, pickled mustard: “….”

When they arrived in City Z, the setting sun was reddening the western sky, and the evening breeze had already revealed the breath of early autumn.

“It’s good to be alive.” Wei Dong sighed under the light of the golden sunset.

Those who ran away just because of all the unsatisfactory things in life, would they regret it when they reached the underworld?

After all, as long as you hold on long enough, perhaps your life could change for the better?

After being conflicted over it for five minutes, Wei Dong secretly sent a Wechat message to Ke Xun.

Wei Feng·Mang: Don’t forget to take safety precautions. Have you bought a set yet? [The caring smile of an old mother.jpg]

Corgi:…

Wei Feng·Mang: You should have also bought a bottle of wine to liven things up, ah. [Give me a bottle of Lafite from the Qin Shihuang Qin Shihuang period. jpg]

Corgi:…

Wei Feng·Mang: Then I’ll wait for your good news. Jiayou! Don’t be scared! Just do it! [Sun.gif]

Corgi:…

At 7 o’clock in the evening, news from Wei Dong arrived once more.

Wei Feng·Mang: Has it started yet?

Corgi:…

Corgi: You creep.

Corgi: You’re too enthusiastic about this! Did you forget that you’re straight?!

Wei Feng·Mang: You’re my person. If I don’t care about you, who will I care about? Hurry up and report your progress!

Corgi:…

Corgi: Just finished cooking, ready to eat

Wei Feng·Mang: You didn’t light a few candles to create a romantic atmosphere?

Corgi: Candle uncle, there are only a few crooked white candle stubs left in the house. Have you lit them to play pen fairy with the boss?!

Wei Feng·Mang: …You have some misunderstanding about playing pen fairy. Pen fairies won’t even spare candle stubs, okay?

Corgi: Don’t talk nonsense, we’re ready to eat. No more chatting.

Wei Feng·Mang: Ok ok ok. Continue jiayou, work hard! Go, go!

Corgi: …Scram

Nine p.m.

Wei Feng·Mang: Progress report! Progress report! Did you take a bubble bath together? Are you lying in bed?

Corgi: …I’m fucking

Wei Feng·Mang: Ah! So fast! Are you the one above?! [Eyes opened wide in disbelief. jpg]

Corgi: You’re so idle that you’re being a pain in the ass, right? Can you stop bothering me?

Wei Feng·Mang: I’m sorry to bother you! I didn’t disturb anything intense, did I? I can’t sleep and need a distraction so I came here to check on your progress. Once I know, I’ll go away and have a beautiful nightmare at night.”

Corgi:…

Corgi: We’re going to watch a movie

Wei Feng·Mang: Fuck! You’re awesome! That’s more fun than drinking Lafite and lighting candles… Your over a dozen G calcium tablets finally came in handy.

Corgi: …the big boss said to find it from the Internet…

Wei Feng·Mang: The boss suggested it?!?!

Corgi:…Um…

Wei Feng·Mang: Fuck! Holy Shit! I didn’t expect him to be this type of big boss…Ke’er, I’m a little worried about you.

Corgi: … [?]

Wei Feng·Mang: I’m afraid you won’t be able to bear the coming storm of love…you…take care…

Corgi: …Fuck off

Wei Feng·Mang: Don’t say anything, I’m going away, I wish you much joy and happiness. Savor it well, okay? [Xiao Yueyue's face.jpg]

Corgi: …Sleep well. If you can’t sleep, drink a little by yourself. If you’re drunk, you won’t think about anything anymore.

Wei Feng·Mang: Okay, don’t worry about me. I’ll stay up late to work on some pictures. This is the most lulling time. If I’m sleepy, I’ll fall asleep. You go back. Hurry up and get it on with the big boss and…watch that movie. Good night!

Corgi: …Good night

……….

At half past nine in the morning.

Wei Feng·Mang: How did it go? Report the outcome!!! [Look with curious little eyes. jpg]

Corgi:…

Corgi: I’m going to bed. I’ll talk later.

Wei Feng·Mang: Hotdamn! Last night seemed to be pretty intense! You “played” so late? When did you sleep (cease fire)?

Corgi: …I have not slept all night. Am just lying down now.

Wei Feng·Mang: Holy—Shit—-!!!!!

Corgi: We watched movies all night.

Wei Feng·Mang: [Black question mark face.jpg] You guys spent…

Corgi: I spent the whole night accompanying the big boss in making up for his lack of knowledge about cartoons.

Corgi: Ha ha. (-_-)

Wei Feng·Mang:……………………

Wei Feng·Mang: WTF…………

Wei Feng·Mang: …I don’t know what to say…

Wei Feng·Mang: …Your first night was really…out of the ordinary…two well-developed gay men who are passionate about each other, after sharing a romantic dinner and getting fragrant, they locked themselves in a room and watched cartoons all night together…

Corgi: …Not talking anymore. I’ll sleep for a while and respond later.

Wei Feng·Mang: I feel bad for you. Go to sleep. I wish that there would be no cartoons in your dreams, Amen.

Ke Xun completely knocked out.

In the past few days inside the painting, he’d barely closed his eyes. Of course, it was different in that environment, where people’s bodily functions were modified.

He didn’t know how long he’d passed out. Even when Mu Yiran woke him up, he still couldn’t recover for a while. He sat on the bed, hugging his comforter, his hair in a mess, confused.

In a daze, he sensed that the person standing by the bed was bending down gracefully. A cold and handsome face came into view, and he raised his face subconsciously, wanting to see this person clearly with eyes he had to struggle to open. Suddenly, he felt a gentle grip on his jaw and a kiss fell on his lips, like a dream.

After stirring up his emotions and quickly leaving, the man’s voice floated lightly from above his head. “Ke Xun, get up and eat.”

Ke Xun closed his eyes, tossed back the comforter, and suddenly sprung up. He stretched out his arms to embrace this intoxicating man. Then he twisted his waist and pushed him back onto the soft, elastic mattress.

Throwing over one long leg, he imprisoned the man underneath himself. Like a golden retriever, he rubbed his face into Mu Yiran’s neck and gave it a lick.

“Yiran…” Ke Xun breathed hotly into the male god’s ear. “Today…I want to…get a tattoo…”

The male god curled his lips. “As you wish.”

After speaking, Mu Yiran flipped their positions, instantly suppressing the dog’s offensiveness. He pressed the man down underneath himself, all the while still dressed in a crisp dress shirt and straight pants. Burying his head into the back of Ke Xun’s neck, he imprinted a kiss that was like a brand.

The author has something to say:

Ke Xun: Meow, take off your pants and let meow have a look.