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Chapter 33 #32 Cohabitation

After reaching a consensus, Clement said again: "We can try living together first."

Reid didn't refuse, and only thought for two seconds before saying: "But your side is a bit far from BAU, I'm afraid I won't be able to go to work in time in the morning."

Reid is a stubborn person who doesn't drive, and it happens that Clement also gets motion sickness, so he said, "Don't be afraid, I can drive you to the FBI on a motorcycle."

This is a good idea. After comparing the road conditions in Quantico and the distance from the warehouse to BAU in detail, the two discussed the idea of ​​"living together" with the idea of ​​"riding a motorcycle is really cool and convenient".

Clement and Reid are both activists. They agreed to live together and lived together. On the same day, they went to Reid's apartment and called a moving company to move Reid's daily necessities to Clement's warehouse.

After this encounter, Reid realized that Clement's warehouse was bigger than he imagined.It turned out that Clement bought the two adjacent warehouses directly. Clement's idea at that time was that the studio separated from one warehouse was not big enough, so he thought of using a warehouse for painting.But he didn't expect that now he vacated a warehouse to make an independent studio, yes, the vacated small studio was turned into a witty study by the two of them.

There are neatly arranged books on the heavy mahogany bookcase, most of them are Reid's books, and the rest are some of Clement's collections. The number of books Clement reads is not comparable to that of Dr. Reid, but it is not less than others .It’s just that Clement still doesn’t have many books left after reading it. In a way, he is proficient in using the three words “duansheli”, but on the other hand, he is also very affectionate Recognize the old, have been obsessed with certain things for more than [-] years.

After the two worked together—mainly because the moving company was well-trained to vacate the contents of the studio, most of Reid's belongings had already moved into the warehouse.

Clement and Reid stood in the new study and watched it. After only 2 minutes of silence, Clement was inspired. He said that he would paint the ceiling and walls full of paintings, and combine the style of the bookcase to dress it up as a strange wizard's house. The Library Pavilion.

Clement said excitedly: "There must be a globe and a star orbit, and the central cauldron must be boiled with stars and the moon. We must hear frogs and birdsong from it, and seal the underground forest inside!"

He explained his idea to Reid with great interest, saying Spencer, what elements do you like, we should add them reasonably, despite the arrangement, this study must be decorated like a fairy tale. Clement was about to dance, he said: "It has to be mysterious to match the subtle twists and turns of fairy tales. It has to be beautiful. There are nightingales weeping blood and singing here, and there are birds with rings settling on the withered five internal organs. If there is a boy who loves to read, that is you!"

Reid is also very happy, but he is not as emotional as Clement, and thinks more comprehensively: "You have to frame yourself, you can draw a spider," he compared the position, and said: "I think the little boy will be very happy." Likes to exchange secrets with little spiders hanging from branches."

Clement said: "Spencer, you awakened my lust!"

He did what he said, and immediately found painting tools, paints and pigments, and the rest just covered the books with large layouts and protruding. Reid also helped him with it, handing over tools and the like, Clement would call him to join him when he was happy with the painting, one brushstroke was beautiful and wonderful, and one who didn't know anything about painting could go along with it and draw abstractly and well happy.

Reid also got excited and said, "This is so interesting!"

Clement said: "Of course! Painting is the most interesting dream-building game, especially playing with you!"

He touched the tip of Reid's nose, with a smile on his face. Clement closed his eyes and kissed Reid, and Reid looked at him with shining eyes, and then gradually narrowed his eyes under Clement's kiss.

They embraced, their smiles and joy filled the study like colorless and invisible smoke. Clement pushed Reid to the foot of the bookcase. The palette seemed to sense it, and it also hurriedly fell here from a high place. However, before it could report to the owner, it was beaten by the random wave between the two of them. to the side.

Colored paint was spilled on Reid's white lined shirt, Clement grabbed his tie and untied it for him with hands that were used to the tie, whispering, "Spencer, your clothes are dirty."

Reid was a bit out of breath, Clement didn't put the weight on him, but he just found it difficult to breathe, like a stranded fish, the breath was hot and thirsty, only the coldness of Clement's skin could heal him Relieve symptoms of dehydration.

Reid couldn't speak, but Clement didn't feel annoyed when he said to himself, "It's no big deal, just take it off when it gets dirty."

He flicked the tie away, not in a hurry to rip it from under Reid's neck, but unbuttoned his shirt, not wanting to leave the dirty shirt on Spencer.

Clement took a moment to touch Reid's back and waist with his fingers, and he kissed Reid, he liked to kiss Reid so much, he only kissed his Spencer.Alternating light and dark outside, hot and cold inside. Reid only felt that he was buried in a corner with unclear boundaries, and Clement gave him a half-real, half-illusory sense of unreality. Clement was unreal, surreal, and he could hug him with his tentacles.

His thin, bookish-smelling fingers were pinned to the ground by the other hand, which was also thin, with long fingers and hidden joints. It had the appearance of bamboo, and it was also a psychedelic marinated by color.

Clement leaned over Reid's chest, his lips on his left breast: "Spencer."

Reid also pronounced his name: "Clement..." The ending ended hastily, and the smoke overflowing in the study was replaced by high and low gasps.

……

This weekend flew by, Clement and Reid even drew and messed around, and spent the whole afternoon not finishing the study, procrastinating is not like their style.

The two of them didn't plan to work overtime at night to do these things, they washed up early and entered the coffin. Clement lay on the bed and said, "I'll tidy up the study room after I finish painting tomorrow."

Reid said yes, the heat on his face couldn't go down for a while.

Clement took his hand and said, "Good night Spencer."

Reid grabbed his backhand tightly and said, "Good night, Clement."

After that, it's a new day and a new life. The two people living together are very compatible with each other, and the new chapter is just like this.

Reid usually works from [-] to [-], and Clement draws irregularly, but is punctual when picking him up to and from get off work.The time they spend together is getting longer and longer, but there is never a shortage of common topics.

Reid is currently reading "Walden Pond", a book that spreads a free soul from the fireworks of the world.

Clement sat next to him with a profile book in his arms, and said casually, "Is the typesetting too dense?"

Reid said: "It's okay to see with glasses."

Clement said, "That's good."

They snuggled up on the sofa. Since Reid moved into the warehouse, Clement fell in love with him in the lounge that was originally the reception room. It doesn't matter if you can't bear the things you can bear, Spencer will always follow his will, letting the curtains cover the lighting roof heavily.

The incomprehensible Dr. Reid never acts according to the atmosphere, but the Spencer in Clement's eyes is cute and can talk, and he can talk to him every time - a beautiful but gloomy Addams who should be decadent, paranoid, and happy endlessly.

This night was no different.

Reid suddenly opened his mouth to chant: "I often see a poet leave after admiring the stunning scenery on the farm, and the grumpy farmer thinks he only took a few wild apples. Who knows that the poet wrote has sung poems about her farm, and the farmer has been kept in the dark for years, such an admirable invisible fence, has enclosed the farm, milked his milk for its creamy cream, Then it's all taken away, and what's left to the farmer is the skimmed milk."

Clement watched "Walden Lake" earlier than him, and he can remember it with his photographic memory, so he continued the previous sentence without hindrance: "I am the emperor who overlooks the panorama, and my right is undisputed."

They looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing.

Reid said: "There are a lot of things in this book that are worth thinking about, and it can be said that every word is in the clear."

Clement said casually: "There are good things and bad things. To put it more generally, everyone can see what they want from it."

Reid agreed, saying: "I think this description breaks the barrier between words and paintings. It says that poets are also art, and it can be applied to painting in the past."

"Art is interconnected," said Clement.

He didn't like the book much, but some of the things in it were really interesting to read, but thinking that Spencer hadn't finished reading it, Clement didn't intend to be a spoiler with no wink, and only picked the later part Recite a sentence.

His tone was light and lazy, and he said, "Millions of people are awake enough to engage in physical labor, but only one out of a million people is awake enough to effectively serve their intelligence; only one person out of a hundred million can, Life is poetic and holy. Sobriety is life, and I have never met a man who is so sober, and if I had, how dare I gaze at him?"

He stared at Reid, taking it out of context, like a love sentence: "If I saw him, how dare I stare at him?"

Reid: "..."

It seems that in terms of the number of love stories, Dr. Reid is no match for Clement Addams, who has a family background.

The author has something to say:

Already living together, can it be far from the public?

> To be honest, Clement is a former ascetic, Rhett is a Plato, and I am also a Shimizu party who does not drive. I think Plato and kissing are enough.But if you leave a message in the last chapter, you can talk about whether you can sleep or not. I wonder if you will beat me if you don’t sleep for a while...

[Supplement]: This chapter was written before I didn't understand why Miss Liuyin hit me, so I'm not cowardly, you guys understand, this is very important.

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