In the bustling city, we are all supporting characters that no one knows. Our incomplete souls, festering bodies, and corrupt spirits are looking for our own utopia, the reason for living, and the cure. "Who are you waiting for?" "My antidote"
Painter
His eyes were like bayonets, scanning Lin An's body steadily, with a hint of joking flashing in his eyes, "Who are you? A thief who steals paintings?".
Lin An's eyes were fixed on Lin Mian, her eyelashes trembling slightly, like, so much like, "brother"
"Who are you calling brother? I can't hit you with two or eight poles. What's the matter? Now the thieves have changed their tactics?" Lin Mian's eyes were filled with sarcasm.
"No..." Lin An replied weakly,
"No? Heh, what is that?" Lin Mian's eyes were full of warning.
Lin Anjing looked at the ground silently, his eyes wandering around. Finally, he caught a glimpse of an unfinished painting.
"I'm here to be a model"
"Pfft, model?" Lin Mian's eyes were full of smiles, "You said you are a model? Okay, the clothes are messy, I want to draw a mannequin."
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Music fan × down-and-out musician (focusing on perspective)
"Why do you keep looking at me?" Yu Fenghong's fingers were tightly curled together. The glass shards in his hands had scratched the delicate skin, and drops of blood flowed down. "I told you, I am not responsible for sleeping with you, sir."
Xu Xun looked at his hand, his eyes fixed on the bright red blood, and his heart began to scream like a prairie dog. Ahhhhhh, what is he doing? ! If his hand is wasted, who will play music for me, write songs and sing for me! What should I do? Should I shout it out? Will it damage my image? No, I have no image now, woo woo, Baozi thinks I am bt, it's so sad, woo woo
Yu Fenghong, who can read minds: "?"
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Intention: Sunshine, positivity