Dark Blue and Moonlight

Chapter 2.3

Author: Dong Mi

Translator:
chiangyushien, Renkun27

Proofreader:
KainGuru

After giving up on his persistence, Haiqing felt much calmer.

He stopped going to the swimming pool every day to wait and search for that man. After his Grandpa gave him extra money for tuition fee for the studio, he started to regularly practice sketching for several days a week. While he used his brush to draw the outlines of each and every objects' contour that were assigned by the teacher, he no longer worried about his personal gains and losses. Even the frequency of him taking his mobile phone out to see if there were any missed calls or whatnot was much lesser.

Being like this may not be a bad idea. Haiqing thought. Previously, it was too unusual; but now, it was almost normal.

He stared at the nude model who was surrounded by students. His skin was quite pleasing to the eyes and mind under the lamplight's illumination. At the beginning of the course, there were many girls who sent out meaningful whispers about his figure. Haiqing had not attended class at this studio for a while. He had no impression of the model. He guessed that the model must be new.

The pencils rubbed over the papers with a rough texture. The sound of "shashasha" filled the room and was mixed with the sound of a classical guitar, creating a drowsy atmosphere. Haiqing drew the image of the supple skin from time to time and erased a few unnecessary marks. Time quietly went by.

The teacher of the studio shuttled between the students. From time to time, he pointed on the paper to give instructions. He did not give any instructions to a few students who were very focused and good at painting. They got appreciated by the teacher. Haiqing was one of them.

Haiqing focused on observing the model's muscle lines. His arms and chest muscles were well-developed, but they were not too threatening. Haiqing really liked this kind of fixed body posture, so he drew it very earnestly. He wanted to engrave what he had seen in his eyes on the paper, just as he had painted many of the sketches of a certain someone in the past few days when he had been restless.

The model seemed to have sharply inhaled because the air conditioning inside the room was too cold. A slight change would affect everything else. His posture was inevitably producing subtle changes.

The teacher wryly smiled and walked over to the model to help him return to the most similar posture with the posture before.

His hand should be moved a bit forward and his foot should be kept at 90 degrees... So, all of the students temporarily stopped their movements, then slightly started to make minor modifications.

The model smiled embarrassedly, maybe because of the atmosphere so he only apologized with his mouth moving but did not make any sound.

This room seemed to have its own magic, and everyone who lived in it would inevitably slow down the pace, in order to allow this environment to maintain the most sacred and beautiful look when everyone was painting.

Haiqing also stopped to move and waited until the teacher had adjusted the model's posture and quietly left. Haiqing's line of sight precisely formed a straight line with the model's line of sight, and they actually maintained gazing at each for about a second.

A familiar feeling quickly passed through the invisible bridge that was formed by their lines of sight, and Haiqing could not help but look down and he did not lift his eyes up to cut off the connection.