Beautiful mother and pretty daughter (6-9)

6.
After a while, with a ticking sound, the round eraser on Zhao Bingjie's drawing board fell to the ground and rolled forward. She quickly got up to pick it up.
The eraser rolled to the bottom of the cabinet, so she had to crawl on the floor and reach under the cabinet to get it.
With that movement, I froze instantly. Beneath the hem of Zhao Bingjie's super-short dress, her shapely buttocks were sticking out, and to make matters worse, she wasn't wearing any underwear, leaving them completely exposed. They weren't large, but they were round, full, and very white; I could even see her genitals and anus nestled between them.
So beautiful, so alluring! I couldn't help but admire it in my heart. That place was incredibly pink and clean, truly befitting the private parts of a seventeen-year-old girl. But what I didn't understand was, why wasn't she wearing underwear? Was she trying to seduce me?
Just then, I suddenly realized that my crotch was bulging. I mentally scolded myself, "Hey buddy, couldn't you have timed this really bad?"
To avoid being seen by Zhao Bingjie later, I crossed my legs to cover it up.
When Zhao Bingjie got up, I immediately shifted my gaze to the drawing board and continued painting nonchalantly, pretending that I hadn't seen anything.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that after she sat down, she suddenly remembered something, opened her mouth and silently said "ah," then covered her mouth with her hand and quietly looked at me.
I quickly looked away and deliberately said, "Bingjie, are you tired? Do you want to take a break?"
"No, no need, Uncle Chen." Zhao Bingjie's voice sounded a little flustered.
After a while, I suddenly realized what was going on. To avoid her noticing that I had just seen her buttocks and private parts, I deliberately continued drawing for a while before casually going to the bathroom.
Sure enough, I saw a wet pair of women's briefs drying in the bathroom; they clearly weren't Jiang Meiyun's. I often wash Jiang Meiyun's underwear, so I recognize almost all of them.
I think Zhao Bingjie must have held it in for too long and peed on her pants before she even got to the bathroom, so she had to take them off to wash them. From the moment she left the bathroom, she stayed with me with her bare bottom under her skirt.
She was only seventeen, so this kind of thing naturally made her very shy. I suppose when she was crawling on the ground picking up the eraser, she temporarily forgot she wasn't wearing underwear and wasn't intentionally trying to seduce me.
I flushed the toilet, pretended to have finished urinating, and left the bathroom for the art studio. I saw Zhao Bingjie with her head down, her pretty face flushed with embarrassment, not daring to look at me. I guessed she had already guessed that I had found her underwear and that she was currently naked.
I went into the bedroom, found a pair of Jiang Meiyun's underwear, returned to the studio, and handed them to Zhao Bingjie, saying, "Bingjie, these belong to Aunt Meiyun. They're very clean, and she's very healthy. I hope you won't mind."
Zhao Bingjie's pretty face was still flushed with embarrassment. She glanced at me and lowered her head, neither reaching out to take it nor saying a word.
I continued, "Everyone has to go to the bathroom sometimes, there's nothing to be ashamed of. Uncle Chen has wet his pants before too!"
She looked up at me, much more relaxed, and less shy.
I laughed and said, "Uncle is to blame for what happened today. He came back late, which caused this situation. Here, take this and go to another room to change."
She smiled slightly, took the underwear, and went out...
At the end of the counseling session, I sent the house access code to Zhao Bingjie's phone, telling her that if I wasn't home when she came over in the future, she could enter the house by herself without having to wait outside.
"Uncle Chen, I'll wash Aunt Meiyun's underwear and return it tomorrow..." Zhao Bingjie hesitated for a moment and said, "If Aunt Meiyun doesn't want it anymore, can I... throw it away?"
I thought about it for a moment, and realized that if I said I didn't want it anymore, the little girl would think I was disgusted by her wearing it, so I smiled and said, "Let's return it!"
She smiled sweetly. I then said, "Come on, I'll take you to the subway station."
"No need, Uncle Chen."
I laughed and said, "I'd also like to go out for a walk and buy a pack of cigarettes while I'm at it."
Walking down the street, Zhao Bingjie was in a good mood and talked a lot with me. I noticed that since what happened that afternoon, she and I had become closer, and she was much more affectionate towards me than before.
As they parted at the subway station entrance, she smiled and said, "Uncle Chen, thank you for today."
I laughed and said, "It's okay, don't worry about it."
"Uncle Chen, I like your class, and I also... I like you, hee hee..." the little girl said, waving at me, "Bye-bye!"
Then she turned and walked into the subway station. Watching her graceful figure from behind, I smiled to myself, "Bingjie, I like you too."
Back home, I went to the bathroom and stared at the wet underwear for a long time, imagining how it would look on Zhao Bingjie's beautiful body. My mind started to wander.
I touched it; it was already half-dry. I took it off and took a deep sniff, as if I could smell the scent of Zhao Bingjie's private parts.
I found myself getting an erection again. I've already gotten hard twice this afternoon because of that girl, and both times it was a very full erection.
I found it quite strange. That day at the bathhouse, the masseuse went through a lot of trouble to get me to get an erection. In the past, when I was with Jiang Meiyun, it often happened that I couldn't get an erection beforehand or that I would lose my erection halfway through.
But why do I get so hard whenever I see Zhao Bingjie's butt, or even just look at her underwear and have impure thoughts?
She's my friend's daughter! This situation makes me feel uneasy and anxious.
That evening, Jiang Meiyun was still late again. I don't know why she leaves early and comes home late almost every day. Does she really have that many social engagements?
I called her, "Honey, where are you? Why aren't you home yet?"
"Uh, well? I'm having a social engagement!" Jiang Meiyun's voice sounded a little flustered on the phone.
Just then, I heard her let out an "Ah." As a man, I knew what that sound meant, and calmly said, "Then you should drink less alcohol."
"Okay! I'm busy!" She hung up the phone quickly.
I suspect she must be with some man, and maybe while she was talking to me, he was even having his penis inside her.
A deep sadness welled up inside me. I chain-smoked, my emotions churning. All of this, I suppose, can be traced back to what happened thirteen years ago?
At that time, I was 28 years old and working as an art teacher at a middle school affiliated with a state-owned enterprise in my hometown. A girl's parent accused me of seducing and attempting to sexually assault a minor, and the girl admitted to it in front of the parent and the principal.
Although I did not do it at all, I had no way to defend myself and was forced to resign from the school and come to Shenzhen. My father, who was only sixty years old, was so angry that he died.
If it weren't for that incident back then, my dad wouldn't have died so young, and I might already be married and have children back in my hometown. I wouldn't be like this now, knowing my wife is cheating on me, yet helpless and stuck at home.
Sometimes I think about that girl and wonder why she did that? Helping her parents frame me? I wonder how she is now? Maybe she's married and even has children?
To be honest, I've resented her over the years, but I've never hated her. After all, she was very young then, and there might be other reasons why she told such a huge lie. I think I'll probably never find out the truth of this matter in my lifetime.
When Jiang Meiyun came back, I was still in the living room. She asked me why I wasn't asleep yet. I said I couldn't sleep and was having a smoke. Then she complained that I had smoked too much and polluted the air in the house.
She went into the bedroom and quickly came out to ask me, "Haoyan, where did I put my blue lace panties? I can't find them."
I suddenly remembered that I had changed Zhao Bingjie into it this afternoon, so I said, "Bingjie took it."
“什么？”江美云惊诧莫名地盯着我。
我就把今天下午的事给她说了，她半信半疑地说道：“你没对那丫头做过什么吧？”
我说道：“你想什么呢？她可是建国和敏婷的女儿。”
江美云白了我一眼，“没有最好。”
她说着走向卫生间，又说道：“算了，那条内裤我也不要了，别人穿过的我不会再穿的。”
江美云洗完澡直接到卧室睡了，很快传来轻微的鼾声。我抽完最后一口烟，进了卫生间。
小便的时候，我看到江美云刚换下来的内裤还没洗，给扔在脏衣篓里。我拿起来仔细翻看，发现内裤裆部的里侧湿润润的，上面还有一些黏糊糊的液体。
我知道，那是女人的分泌物和男人的精液。臭婆娘果然出轨了，还在逼里夹着情人的精液回家，心安理得地睡在我们的床上。我顿时陷入到烦扰和纠结之中……
次日中午，我接到了赵冰洁打来的电话，“陈叔叔，你吃饭了吗？”
“还没呢！冰洁，正准备做点，你吃了吗？”我说道。
“那你别做了，陈叔叔，我正在来你家的路上，我点个外卖送你家，就当感谢你昨天帮助我，请你吃饭，嘻嘻……”小丫头说完挂断了电话。
外卖送到后，赵冰洁很快也到了，我们两个吃起外卖来，边吃边聊，小丫头的话很多，叽叽喳喳的。
她说好久没这么开心的吃过饭了，以往在家里，很多时候都只有她和弟弟（她舅舅的儿子）、保姆吃饭，爸妈很少回来吃。
吃着、聊着，她从双肩包里拿出一个塑料密封袋，里面装着江美云的那条内裤，说道：“我洗得很干净了，还用消毒水消过毒。”
我接过来放到一边，笑道：“谢谢你了，冰洁。”
赵冰洁笑道：“应该是我谢谢你。”
她拿起和外卖一起送来的优酸乳，说道：“怎么只送了一瓶？我们可是点的两份呢！老板真抠门。”
我说道：“你喝吧？我不喝。”
她将吸管插进瓶中喝了一口，又递给我，我说我不喜欢喝这个。
她娇嗔道：“你是不是嫌我的口水？”
“没有的事。”我笑道。
“那你喝啊！”小丫头不依不饶。
我只好喝了一口，她嘻嘻一笑，又喝了一口，笑道：“这下好了，陈叔叔吃了我的口水，我也吃了陈叔叔的口水……”
她说到这里，笑眯眯地看向我，“陈叔叔，你说，我们这算不算是间接接吻啊？”
我差点被饭噎着，囧得不行。她哈哈大笑，“陈叔叔，想不到你这个大叔还这么害羞？”
我看着她，在心里对她说，“冰洁，你开心的样子，好美！请一直像这样开心吧！”

7、
下午赵冰洁走后，我又画了一会儿，来到客厅抽烟，看到放在沙发上的那个密封袋。
我从袋里取出那条内裤，拿在手里仔细端详，心想这条内裤在赵冰洁的屁股上穿了那么久，和她最私密的部位紧密接触了好几个小时……
这样想着，不由得想入非非，老二又硬了。我索性拉开裤链，拿出来用那条内裤裹住撸了起来，一边撸一边想象着和赵冰洁翻云覆雨。
没多久我喷薄而出，射到了内裤上，随手扔进垃圾桶，寻思晚上出去散步时和其他垃圾一起扔掉。
江美云难得地下午就回了家，她带回了一些菜，交给我做晚饭。
我正在厨房做着，听到江美云喊我。来到客厅，她手里扬着那条内裤，盯着我说道：“这是什么？”
我说道：“冰洁还回来的内裤啊！你不是说不要了吗？我就给扔了。”
“我是说这上面为什么有精液？”她喊道。
我无言以对，羞愧得无地自容。江美云把内裤扔到了我身上，“陈浩言啊陈浩言，你居然拿人小姑娘穿过的内裤打手枪，你恶心不恶心？你还要脸不要脸？她可是你朋友我闺蜜的女儿，你太无耻了吧？”
她缓了一下，又说道：“你说，你是不是跟那丫头床都上过了？”
我冷笑道：“恶人先告状，跟别人上床的，是你吧？”
她一惊，“你说什么？你少胡说八道。”
我又冷笑了一声，“我胡说八道？你昨晚换下的内裤上的精液，难道是我的吗？”
江美云怔了一下，随即恼羞成怒，“好你个陈浩言，老娘在外面累死累活地挣钱，你却怀疑老娘偷人，老娘是那种不要脸的女人吗？”
我冷冷地说道：“是与不是，你自己心里清楚。”
“这日子没法过了！”她大声喊道，冲向房门、摔门而去。
一切都安静了下来。我取下栓在腰间的围腰，狠狠地扔在地上，对着关闭的房门说道：“没法过，就别过了。”
我心绪难平，思绪万千。过去我们也曾那样的相爱，是从什么时候开始像这样同床异梦的呢？
也许始于她二十九岁那年吧？那时我的事业刚陷入谷底，而我当年卖画的那些钱除了买下一套一室一厅的小户型以及支付这套房子的首付以外，其他的都被我用于赌球给挥霍掉了。
可那时的我坚信自己很快会东山再起，拒绝操心柴米油盐的事，以至于江美云不得不怀着身孕出去打工，挣我们的生活费和房屋按揭费，从而导致了她的流产。
我永远都忘不了，那天江美云躺在病床上对我说的那句话——陈浩言，我一辈子都不会原谅你。
也就是从那一天开始，我和江美云之间，陷入到了无尽的噩梦中……
我没想到高艺娜联系了我。那天，她要请我吃晚饭。
我原本以为她那时只是说说而已，结果她还真当真了。
“还是算了吧？只是帮了一点小忙而已，何必客气呢？”我在电话里说道。
“你还真怕我吃了你啊？”高艺娜在电话那头娇嗔道，“不行，必须得来。”
她都这样说了，我也就顺坡下驴，答应了她。何况，她那么漂亮、那么迷人，我其实挺想见到她的。
“太好了，回头我把地址发给你。”高艺娜见我答应了，显得很开心，“对了，浩言哥，你开车来吗？”
“我太太把车开走了，我打车来。”
“这样吧？下午我来接你。”
“真不用，你把地址发给我就好了，我自己过来。”
她见我坚持，也就不再勉强。可那天下午才三点半，她又给我打来电话，说她已到我家附近，就在上次我帮她换轮胎的地方。
我说我学生还在呢！现在走不开。她说道：“你请我到你家坐会儿不就行了，等你的学生走了，咱们再走。”
我想也是这么个理，人家请我吃饭，还特意开车来接我，没有理由让人家在外面干等。
我对赵冰洁说道：“冰洁，叔叔有事出去一趟，你好好画，叔叔回来再给你看。”
“好的，陈叔叔，你去吧！”赵冰洁一边画一边说道。
来到小区附近的马路上，远远地就看见高艺娜站在她那辆黑色的奔驰glc的旁边，正向我招手。
她上穿一件淡绿色的紧身短袖t恤衫，下穿一条浅蓝色的超短热裤，脚蹬一双高底高跟皮凉鞋，高挑婀娜的身材更显凹凸有致，那双美腿修长、白皙、光滑，再配上娇美的脸蛋、时尚的中短发，以及轻熟的风韵，实在是迷人之至，附近有不少男人都向她行来注目礼。
“浩言哥，你来得还挺快的哈！”我走近后，高艺娜对我嫣然笑道。
我发觉她的身材真的太好了，尤其是比例好，腿长，所以更显高挑。
她太漂亮了，以至于我不敢直视她，说道：“要不，把车停进小区吧？”
“算了，我都交过停车费了，咱们走进去好了。”
我见她的车是停在停车位里，说道：“那行，咱们走。”
走在小区的步道上，我和高艺娜并肩而行，边走边聊。
在走一段上坡路的时候，我落在了后面，发现她的短裤太短了，几乎短到了大腿根部以上，不仅两条大长腿展露无遗，连屁屁都露了一点出来。随着她迈步，我甚至从超短裤的隙开之处看到了里面的内裤，太他妈让人流鼻血了。
高艺娜驻足回头，“浩言哥，你快点啊！是去你家，又不是去我家，你怎么还落到后面去了？”
我赶上两步，与她并肩而行。她看着我偷偷地笑，我问她，“你笑什么？”
她娇媚地说道：“不告诉你。”
刚一进家门，赵冰洁就迎了出来，喊道：“陈叔叔，你回来啦？”
当她看到我身旁的高艺娜，笑容一下凝固了，面露吃惊之色。可能她没有料到我带了一位这么漂亮的姐姐回来。
高艺娜也挺吃惊的，她应该是没有想到，我的学生竟是这样一位清丽动人的美少女。一大一小两个美女四目相对，互相看着对方。
“哦，冰洁，这位是我朋友，高小姐。”我介绍道。
赵冰洁立即说道：“姐姐好！”
“你好，你好！”高艺娜笑着回应道。
我又向她介绍赵冰洁，“她是我的学生，赵冰洁。”
高艺娜又对赵冰洁说了一声“你好”。我对赵冰洁说道：“冰洁，画好了吗？”
“嗯，画好了。”赵冰洁应道。
我和她进了画室，高艺娜也跟了进来，她四处打量。我给赵冰洁指导的时候，她一会儿看看画板上的画，一会儿又看看我和赵冰洁。
指导完以后，我对赵冰洁说道：“冰洁，今天我有朋友来，你提前下课，先回去吧！”
赵冰洁“哦”了一声，看了一眼高艺娜，显得蛮不情愿的样子。我又对高艺娜说道：“高小姐，请到客厅坐。”
赵冰洁收拾好背包出来，对我说道：“陈叔叔，我走了。”
她又跟高艺娜道别，“姐姐，再见。”
“嗯，再见。”高艺娜站起来笑道。
我看到小丫头在玄关换鞋时，又看了高艺娜一眼。
赵冰洁走后，高艺娜笑道：“你有个那么漂亮的女学生，心里特美吧？”
我说道：“她是我朋友的女儿。”
“哦……”她意味深长地呡着嘴笑，点了点头。
我笑道：“你这表情是什么意思？”
她笑道：“没什么意思啊？那你说我是什么意思？”
我说道：“我哪知道你是什么意思？”
她轻叹道：“想不到，我认识了一位画家，挺好的。”
我说道：“之前就说过了，不是什么人都能称家的，我只是一个画画的。”
高艺娜不屑地“切”了一声，看着我说道：“我发觉，你这人还真是挺轴的。”
她拿起一个抱枕放在腿上，说道：“浩言哥，问你个问题呗？”
“你说。”
“你们学美术的，是不是，都要画女人的裸体啊？”
“当然。”我说道，“无论任何专业，人体素描都是必修课。不过，并不是只画女人体，也要画男人体。”
“为什么？”
“因为，人体美，是一切自然美中的最美，尤其是女人体。”
“哦，这样的啊！”高艺娜抱着抱枕若有所悟，她突然对我说道，“那，浩言哥，你也画画我呗？”
“好啊！”我笑道，“我送你一幅肖像画。”
“哎呀！浩言哥……”高艺娜说道，“我不是让你画我的肖像，而是画……”
她说到这里，面带羞涩，“我的裸体。”
我吃了一惊，怔怔地看着她。高艺娜也看着我，“怎么啦？我这个要求很过分吗？”
“呃，这个，可能不合适吧？”我说道。
“有什么不合适的？你不是说，人体美是一切自然美中的最美吗？难道，你认为我不美？”她扬起那张娇美的脸蛋，看着我说道。
“行了，你是画家，我给你当免费的裸模，有啥好犹豫的？”她又说道。
在这样的情况下，我又怎能不同意呢？而且，我也很想看到她的裸体。
高艺娜见我同意了，高兴地说道：“那我们就开始吧？在哪儿画呢？进画室吗？”
“就在客厅吧！你坐在沙发上，这样自然些。”我说道。

8、
我从画室里拿出画板、画架的时候，高艺娜已脱掉外面的衣服，身上只剩下奶罩和内裤，姣好的身体显山露水。
我在心里一漾，看到客厅的窗帘还没拉上，赶紧过去拉上，“哎呀！姑奶奶，窗帘还没拉上呢！你不怕别人看到啊？”
高艺娜解下了奶罩，露出那对三十六d的豪乳，笑道：“我忘了，现在只能给你一个人看，不能给别人看。”
我的心跳个不停，不敢直视她，埋头整理画板和画笔。
“浩言哥，你看我摆个什么姿势？”高艺娜的话，让我不得不抬起头来。
此时她已脱得一丝不挂，双手背在后面，落落大方地站在我面前。
身材简直好得没话说，高挑、苗条，美腿修长，乳房大而不过分，浑圆挺翘，阴毛修剪得很整洁，浓淡适宜。她的身体，实在是一尊绝美的艺术品。
我差点看呆了，心砰砰直跳，说道：“你……你坐在沙发上。”
高艺娜坐到了沙发上，“接下来呢？”
“身体往右边侧一点，对……”我拿着画笔一边比划，一边说道。
“你这样……”我起身走过去，将她的左手放到沙发上，“右手这样撑着……”
“浩言哥，这是左手。”她看着我笑道。
我颇有些尴尬，又拿起她的右手，“左……右手放到大腿上。”
然后我又把住她的双肩，“身体再往右边侧一点，稍微再后仰一点，对，就是这样……”
这个过程中，我和她的裸体无限接近，肉体的幽香侵入了我的鼻孔，让我的心跳得更快。而她一直面带微笑地看着我，没有一点忸怩。
好不容易回到座位上，我发现自己的裤裆那里搭起了小帐篷，不知道刚才被她看到没有，心里尴尬得一逼。
“可以了吗？浩言哥。”她又问道。
“嗯，可以了。”我说道，心想她真是一个天生的裸模，不仅身材好，还很有镜头感。
我拿起画笔，开始描起来。高艺娜说道：“浩言哥，你要把我画美一点哦！”
我点了点头，一边画一边说道：“那个，高小姐……”
“我不是什么高小姐……”她有些不满地打断了我，“我叫高-艺-娜，你可以叫我艺娜。”
“好，艺娜，如果待会儿累了，我们就歇会儿。”我说道。
“没事，我不累。”她轻声笑道。
画了一会儿，高艺娜突然问道：“对了，浩言哥，万一你老婆这会儿突然回来了，怎么办呢？”
“她不会这个点回来的。”
“我是说，万一呢？”高艺娜看着我笑道。
我心想，她都在外面偷人了，还不许我看女人的裸体吗？再说了，我是画画的，画人体很正常。
就在这时，听到开门的声音。我吓了一跳，还真是说不得。
我和高艺娜扭头看去，只见赵冰洁走了进来，她看到眼前的一切后，不禁目瞪口呆。
高艺娜也吓了一跳，俏脸羞红，赶紧用右手掩住胸部，左手挡在阴毛上，怔怔地看着赵冰洁。
“冰、冰洁，你、你怎么回来了？”我问道，心里那个尴尬啊！不知道跟小丫头怎么说。
我在心里寻思，虽说我那天给了她开门密码，可那是叫她在家里没人的时候使用，她现在明明知道我和高艺娜在家里，还这样贸然闯入，不知道她是怎么想的？
赵冰洁也羞红了一张俏脸，埋着头往里走，不敢看我们，“我、我……我手机忘拿了。”
她说着进了画室，我和高艺娜不由得面面相觑。
很快，赵冰洁拿着手机出来，依然不敢看我们，对我说道：“陈叔叔，我走了。”
匆匆出了门。我对高艺娜说了声“你等下”，追了出去。
来到电梯间，我对赵冰洁说道：“冰、冰洁，叔叔在给姐姐画人体素描，没、没有做其他什么事。”
她双手捉住背包的肩带，没有说话，也没有看我。
电梯门开后，她走进去转过身来，伸手按键，对我说道：“我不会告诉美云阿姨的。”
我哭笑不得，“不、不是这么回事……”
电梯门关上了。我一阵抓狂，却又无可奈何，只得回到家中。
“小丫头走了？”高艺娜问道。
“嗯……”我点了点头，坐到画板后面拿起笔，“我们继续。”
“你刚才跟她说什么了？”
“跟她说，我在给你画人体素描。”我一边画一边说道。
“本来就是这样的啊？你专门追出去，就是为了给她解释这个？”
我没说话，继续画画。高艺娜说道：“她是不是故意的啊？我看她八成是故意把手机落在这儿，好杀个回马枪看看我们在做什么。”
“不会吧？她还是个高中生，哪有你说的这种心机？”
“高中生怎么啦？现在的孩子心眼多得很……”高艺娜说着，突然问道：“浩言哥，那丫头是不是喜欢你啊？刚才我来的时候，她好像一点都不欢迎我。”
“别瞎说！她是我朋友的女儿。”
“你是不是也喜欢她啊？所以专门追出去解释……”高艺娜笑道。
我一下有点恼了，大声说道：“你能不能别再瞎说了？”
我之所以恼，是因为被她说中了心事，感到心虚。
“不说就不说，你凶什么凶？”高艺娜娇嗔地喊道，“我不说话总可以了吧？”
接下来我们都没有说话，屋子里一下安静了下来，只有画笔在画纸上发出的沙沙声在房间里飘荡。
我画下最后一笔，说道：“好啦！”
高艺娜站起来，兴奋地说道：“给我看看。”
我说道：“你还是先把衣服穿上吧？万一我太太真回来了呢？”
她呡嘴一笑，捡起内裤往屁股上套。我觉得，如果她再晚一会儿穿上衣服，我就会忍不住扑倒她了吧？
高艺娜穿好衣服来到画板前观看，不禁赞叹道：“哇塞！你把我画得太美了。”
我笑道：“不是我把你画得美，是你本来就很美，我只是把你的美搬到了纸上而已。”
她打了我一下，娇笑道：“我还以为你不会讨好女人呢！”
我找出一个装画的纸筒，将那张画卷起来塞了进去，交给高艺娜。
她接过去嘻嘻笑道：“等你以后真出名了，我就拿出去炫耀，说这是著名画家陈浩言给我画的。”
“你就那么愿意别人看你的裸体吗？”我笑道，“走吧！我肚子都饿了。”
来到小区外面取车，高艺娜叫我开车，我也不推辞，坐到了驾驶位上。
一路上，开着奔驰glc穿梭在车流中，感觉好车开着就是得劲。我家那辆车的方向盘平时都是掌握在江美云的手中，我少有开，平常外出要么坐地铁，要么骑摩托车，正好过过车瘾。
那天晚上，我们先去吃了一顿西餐，然后又去ktv玩了会儿。
在西餐厅的时候，我对高艺娜说道：“艺娜，什么时候到你的咖啡馆坐坐，成吗？”
她停下刀叉，笑道：“行啊！什么时候都成。”
我笑着继续切割牛排，“那你给我打几折啊？”
“我才不给你打折呢！”她埋头切割牛排。
“哦，那我就不去了。”
她抬头看向我，娇媚地说道：“我不会收你一分钱，免费招待你。”
我笑道：“那怎么行？毕竟你也是做生意。”
“我愿意。”
“那我就更不会去了。”
她轻叹了一声，埋下头说道：“我发觉，你这人挺没劲的。”
“怎么啦？”我问道。
她又看向我，“从我们认识那会儿起，你就对我不冷不热，老想着跟我保持距离似的。”
“我有吗？”
“没有吗？”
我避开她的目光，埋头吃肉，在心里想，像你这样的女人，我除了跟你做普通朋友，还敢有什么非分之想吗？
夜幕下，奔驰glc停在了我家小区的大门外。我跟高艺娜道别，正准备下车，她叫住了我。
“浩言哥……”
幽暗的光线中，她看着我的眼神让我心神摇曳。
“怎么啦？”我笑问道。
她欲言又止，笑了下说道：“没什么，你早点休息。”
“好，你也早点回去休息，路上当心。”我微微笑道，下了车。

9、
回到家中，江美云还没回来，我洗了个澡，出来从冰箱里取出一罐啤酒，一边喝，一边又想到了高艺娜。
我不明白，这样一个年轻貌美、物质条件又好的女人，为什么要主动接近我？从一开始就那么热情？难道有什么不为人知的目的？
想到这里，我不由得自嘲地笑了，你这样一个要什么没什么的中年大叔，人家图你什么啊？
这时，微信里收到高艺娜发来的信息，她说她到家了。
我在心里想，你到家就到家了呗？有必要特意跟我说一声吗？
我回了过去，“好，早点睡。”
她又发了过来，“睡不着。”
“怎么啦？”
“想你。”
我在心里咯噔了一下，不知道这丫头葫芦里卖的什么药？不过话说回来，这样一个迷人的尤物对我说这种话，还是让人美得不行。
“开玩笑啦。”她紧接着又发过来，还附了个捂嘴偷笑的表情。
我暗自松了一口气，同时也感到一丝失落。
“我要睡了，晚安。”她又发道。
“晚安。”
我放下手机，喝了一口啤酒，思绪不止。也许这只是一个游戏吧？一个富家女玩的游戏，我只要不陷进去就好。
第二天，赵冰洁来上课的时候，满脸不高兴的样子，我估计她是因为昨天那件事吧？难道真像高艺娜说的那样，小丫头喜欢我？
我觉得这就更不靠谱了。我比她大了二十多岁，完全可以当她的爸爸了，而且还是她父亲的朋友，她没有理由喜欢我啊？
也许是因为，她看到我让一个女人光着身子在我家里，让她产生了某种不适吧？
“冰洁……”我一边画画一边说道，“那个，昨天……”
她也在画画，盯着画板打断了我，“陈叔叔，昨天的事你没有必要跟我解释，我又不是美云阿姨。”
“还有……”她又说道，“我不会跟美云阿姨说的。”
我摇头苦笑，本想进一步跟她解释，我只是在画人体素描，但想想还是算了，就像她说的，没有这个必要。
好在赵冰洁的这种情绪并没有持续多久，那天之后又开始跟我有说有笑了。
几天以后，我履行了对赵冰洁的承诺，带她外出写生。她这段时间在我的指导下进步很大，我觉得不应该只让她临摹静物了，想着带她出来画画风景。
我骑着摩托车载着赵冰洁去了某处海边，那里有碧蓝的海水，银白的沙滩，海面上零零落落的渔船，防风堤以及在堤上海钓的人，是个写生的好地方。
我们画了几张素描，然后在海滩上漫步，一边走一边捡贝壳。
当潮水漫上来时，我们笑着躲开。每当这时，赵冰洁都挽着我的胳膊，发出咯咯的娇笑声，和我一起躲避潮水。
我的胳膊感觉到了她胸部的饱满和柔软，耳畔响着她悦耳的笑声，止不住的心旷神怡。
夕阳西下，我们来到了海边的一条栈道上，并肩而行。此时落日的余晖洒在海面上，波光粼粼，一群海鸥来来回回地翱翔于落日和大海之间，景色美得令人心醉。
路过一个观景台时，赵冰洁面朝大海、凭栏而立，赞叹道：“哇！这里好美！”
我在一旁默默地看着她，在夕阳光晕的笼罩下，她也很美，简直是美仑美奂。我不禁在心里吟出了辛弃疾赞颂美人的那句——我看江山多妩媚，江山看我应如是。
此时此刻，我觉得这一句真的很适合身处美景中的赵冰洁。
与此同时，我又想到了一首诗——我生卿未生，卿生我已老；我恨卿生迟，卿恨我生早；恨不生同时，日日与卿好。
我在心里默默地对赵冰洁说道：“冰洁，我恨卿生迟，但我不知道，是否卿恨我生早呢？”
“陈叔叔，你怎么啦？”
赵冰洁的话打断了我的思绪，我这才发现，我刚才遐想时，一直看着她。
我一时尴尬，说道：“哦，没怎么，我们走吧！”
我暗自责怪自己，你在胡思乱想些什么啊？
回去的路上，赵冰洁坐在后座上紧紧抱着我的腰，在我耳畔喊道：“陈叔叔，我今天好开心。”
“是吗？”我说道，感觉着身后的少女娇躯，禁不住又一次心旷神怡。
“是啊！可能是这么多年以来，最开心的一天吧？”
她又说道：“陈叔叔，你以后能经常带我出来，像今天这样写生、这样玩吗？”
“当然可以啦！”
Her melodious laughter drifted behind us.
I thought to myself, the happiness she wants is so simple. Her parents can give her almost everything in this world, so why can't they give her this?
Considering that her mother had taken her younger brother (cousin) to a party for the children of several wealthy women that day, her nanny had taken leave to go back to her hometown, and her father was also away on a business trip, I decided to take her home and send her back after dinner.
Before we even got home, a sudden downpour soaked us to the bone. Finally arriving home, I dried my hair with a towel and said, "Bingjie, go take a shower quickly, don't catch a cold."
"Bingjie..." I said again when I saw that she didn't respond. I looked up and was stunned.
Zhao Bingjie was soaked through by the rain, her top and shorts were transparent and clung to her body, barely visible, revealing her bra, panties and skin.
The young girl's figure is no less than Gao Yina's, and she's even taller than her, but she's not as mature as Gao Yina, and her breasts and buttocks are smaller.
Faced with this beautiful young woman with a stunning figure, dressed like this, I felt like I couldn't take it anymore.
"What's wrong, Uncle Chen?" Zhao Bingjie was also drying her hair with a towel when she looked up at me.
I quickly looked away and walked towards the bedroom. "Bingjie, go take a shower, don't catch a cold."
While Zhao Bingjie was taking a shower, I found a set of Jiang Meiyun's dress and underwear and went to the bathroom door. I knocked on the door and said, "Bingjie, I put the clean clothes on the stool for you. Take them yourself."
"Okay, Uncle Chen," she replied from inside.
Then I threw Zhao Bingjie's rain-soaked clothes into the washing machine and churned them up with my clothes.
When Zhao Bingjie came out after washing up, I had already boiled water and was washing vegetables, preparing to cook noodles.
"Uncle Chen, what are we going to eat?" the little girl asked happily.
I laughed and said, "Uncle will make you some noodles."
As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized something was wrong; it felt like I was flirting with her, and I felt quite embarrassed.
“Okay! I like to eat it, hehe.” Zhao Bingjie laughed.
I wondered if the little girl hadn't meant it that way and was just saying she liked noodles? Or was she deliberately responding in that direction?
Just then, Zhao Bingjie's phone rang, and she went to the living room to pick it up.
"Mom... um, I'm with Uncle Chen... um, okay... um, goodbye Mom."
After finishing her phone call, she came to the kitchen and said to me, "Uncle Chen, Mom is coming to pick me up later and take my brother and me out to eat."
"Alright, go ahead!"
"Then I..." she said with her hands behind her back and a smile, "I guess I won't be able to eat the noodles you cooked for a while!"
"It's okay, there will be plenty of opportunities. Uncle will make you noodles in the future."
As soon as I said it, I secretly berated myself for saying such a thing.
"Really? Uncle Chen, are you going to make me some noodles? I'm really looking forward to it!" She looked at me with a smile.
I was so embarrassed! She chuckled and walked away. I thought to myself, how dare she play such a big joke on an elder like me?
A little while later, Zhao Bingjie received another call from her mother, who said to me, "Uncle Chen, my mother is downstairs."
"Then you can go now!" I said. "By the way, I'll hang your clothes up to dry after I wash them. You can pick them up when you come to class tomorrow."
"Aren't you going down?" she asked, smiling at me again.
I asked, bewildered, "Why should I go down?"
"Because my mother wants you to come downstairs; she has something to tell you."
I wondered what Cui Minting wanted to say to me? Why did she ask me to go down there specifically?
"Let's go! Hehe..." Zhao Bingjie took my arm and we went out the door.
Downstairs, next to a black Mercedes-Benz S400L, stood a beautiful young woman who looked to be in her thirties, holding the hand of a little boy who looked a few years old.
She had long, straight, chestnut-colored hair and a delicate, beautiful face. She wore a fashionable and pretty dress, was over 1.65 meters tall, and had a very graceful figure. Her elegant demeanor had a touch of aloofness, making men want to approach her but dare not make any rash moves.
Zhao Bingjie linked arms with me and we walked toward the beautiful young woman. She had been holding my arm ever since we left the house, and I didn't know what to say, so I just let her hold my arm.
The beautiful young woman smiled at us, and for a moment, her gaze fell on Zhao Bingjie's hand that was linked with my arm. Only when we got close to her did Zhao Bingjie let go of me.
"Haoyan, it's been a long time." The beautiful young woman smiled at me.
She is Choi Min-ting, Zhao Jianguo's South Korean wife and Zhao Bingjie's mother.
In fact, Cui Minting is forty years old this year, but she looks much younger than her real age and doesn't look like the mother of a seventeen-year-old girl at all.
"Yes! Minting, it's been a long time." I smiled and said.

(To be continued)

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