Chapter 247 (1/2)

If Fang Zheng doesn't want to help all of a sudden, he's actually very good. Fang Zheng's temper is really good. He is tolerant of Xu Haodong.

The couple have teeth together, but they can't touch their tongue. Fang Zhengshao is really angry with Xu Haodong.

Every three or five of the Xu Haodong out of the house, most of them are bickering, in order to make the groundwork for the next and good as before.

Who doesn't have any shortcomings? Fang zhenglazy, greedy, didn't help when the oil bottle fell. He didn't care about everything at home. He didn't know how much money he had at home. Xu Haodong is not perfect either. He is quick tempered and noisy. He flies fiercely during the day and has a long way to go at night. Regardless of time and place, if you have an idea, drag Fang Zheng away.

Fang Zheng likes to draw with earphones, which are filled with his favorite music.

Listen to the dolphin, the Broadway opera and the high notes of some famous actors! Can stimulate his brain, keep the spirit. Xu Haodong is curious about what music is in Fang Zheng's earphone.

Then put on the headphones, a big old woman was singing with her neck, listening to this sound is a black old woman. It's still the high pitch part, and the volume is turned up to the maximum, which makes Xu Haodong's ears numb.

I quickly took off the earphones and drove the train with buzzing in my ears. The feeling of emptiness was like staying in a heavy metal dance hall for a long time. After I came out, I couldn't hear anyone clearly, which made my brain hurt.

I will always love you, Whitney Houston. This is the only track he can understand. The rest is a string of English.

Xu Haodong had to translate one by one with his mobile phone.

What, Turandot, Madame Butterfly, love is a free bird, for art, for love, and so on. Anyway, none of Xu Haodong can understand.

He can't appreciate it.

He thinks it's better to listen to the little apple, or your wife. Yue Yunpeng's song is better.

You can't listen to Turandot when you are painting big tractors sowing and fertilizing in the field, but listen to my home on the Songhua River in Northeast China, where to produce soybean and sorghum.

Isn't it right? The picture will come out immediately!

Fang Zheng said that art should come from life, be higher than life, and be integrated into life. Xu Haodong couldn't understand a word. It's just a forced clap, daughter-in-law, what you said is great! What do you mean? Explain it to me.

Fang Zheng won't explain it to him. Xu Haodong's self-learning experience is that he pats his thigh and understands it. That is to say, what he can understand is art and love, and what he can understand is leting drum!

Can we say that opera is an art, but the music Pavilion drum is not an art? It's also art, but it's in many forms!

Xu Haodong is very understanding of the spirit of Fang to fight for some of the songs that he thinks both refined and popular.

Fang Zheng painted the next day. After he habitually put all the drawing tools, strokes and boards in place, he took the pen and pressed the switch on the earphone, ready to listen to the song of bullfighter. It's very exciting.

The mood is ready, the passion is ready, and the pen full of paint hasn't touched the canvas yet.

It's in the headphones, lady!

Aha!

Fang Zhengyi's brush is stuck on the canvas. Why is there such a grounded thing in his earphone?

Turn off the earphone and look at the music. Well, more than 500 songs have been downloaded, including square dance, northeast wind, grassland wind, ethnic wind and the five ring song of Xiaoyue! Northeast Errenzhuan meat mouth!

All the operas in Fang's dispute were squeezed out.

You can tell who did it at a glance. Except for Xu Haodong, no one else dares to bang his own things. Besides, these two people are Xu Haodong's favorite. When Xu Haodong takes a bath, she likes to sing a song. The big girl grabs a few, grabs a few, grabs a few melon seeds. The young man let out black hair, black hair, black trousers. It's so vulgar that people want to shut him up.

In the place of one click deletion, Fang Zheng hesitated for a moment. Forget it, he may like to listen to music with his own earphone. Why delete it.

It's good to enjoy foreign art and listen to domestic square dance music. It's a big deal. It's played from the back to the front.

Fang Zheng went with him.

Headphones, you wear, I listen to, one from the back to the front, one from the front to the back, but also very harmonious.

Fang Zheng didn't say anything and didn't get angry. He just changed the order before painting.

Sometimes I think it's nice to listen to grassland songs, and I can improvise to draw a horse, a riding Xu Haodong.

Fang Zheng didn't want to wear good clothes for painting. He couldn't wash the paint off. A very old T-shirt.

As soon as the sun shines, the old T-shirt seems to be able to transmit light, half through the body. The waist and back are looming in the old T-shirt. With the movement, you can see his waist is thin, his shoulder blades are sometimes protruding with the bending, and his buttocks are round and cocky.

Xu Haodong's hands itch to death.

He secretly stands behind Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng ignores him and continues to draw. Xu Haodong's hand follows Fang Zheng's waist and touches it slowly.

”Don't make trouble when I draw important places.”Fang Zheng said and continued to draw.

Xu Haodong put his hand into his clothes. The fat T-shirt also had a faint smell of washing powder. When it was illuminated by the sun, it seemed that the aroma added a bit of provocative atmosphere.

When he lifted the hem of his T-shirt, Xu Haodong kisses on the spine of his back, licking the tip of his tongue. Fang Zheng's body trembles and his hands tremble.

A stroke wrong, clearly should draw yellow place painted a touch of green.

As soon as Fang Zheng frowned and turned his head, he would scold him for making trouble.

Xu Haodong blocked his mouth and kissed him. Touch his waist, chest, the arms of the square fight over the body, cuddle in the arms of strong kiss.