kvmb Chapter 124 The Boy in the Painting (10)
Chapter 124 The Boy in the Painting (10)
Chapter 124 The Boy in the Painting (10)
The little girl pursed her lips.
She didn't say that she didn't like it, but in the eyes of the young man, it seemed that everything that wasn't her favorite couldn't be called liking.
Gu Yiyi forced a smile: "Let's go..."
The young man raised his clear eyes, and the glazed pupils were full of doubts, "Yiyi, don't you want to come back?"
How dare Gu Yiyi continue to stay.
Mu Chen killed the two casually within half an hour after he came out. If she stayed in Gu's house again, she couldn't imagine what would happen next.
But you can't talk to him like that.
The little girl followed her hair: "Because I saw the gift you gave me, and I was very happy. In return, I will buy you a gift too."
The black-haired boy buried his head in the girl's neck, as if suffering from skin hunger, hugged his arms very tightly, and rubbed his head nostalgicly:
"Yiyi, you are so kind."
The little girl didn't answer, she moved her eyes and looked not far away.
The raging fire swallowed everything, and in this room, everything related to death dissipated like ashes.
There was only one empty, soft bed left.
There is also the faint scent of wisteria flowers in the air, which lingers for a long time.
The two walked downstairs.
Simply pack up your things and leave.
The Gu family can't go back, even if it's for the safety of innocent people, they can't live in crowded places.
Today is Monday, and there will be classes in the afternoon, so there shouldn't be too many people in the studio.
The little girl picked up her mobile phone and asked for a sick leave with the teacher.
It should be that the original owner's well-behaved appearance is too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the teacher didn't doubt it, so he simply gave her three days off, and didn't forget to tell her to take a good rest.
The little girl hung up the phone without any psychological burden.
There are no restrictions anyway...
Back in the familiar studio, the little girl inadvertently glanced at a certain wooden frame next to her.
A few strokes of pencil outline a sketchy gray bottle and jar.
Mo Xinrui only came to the studio half a month ago.
As her "deskmate".
The little girl naturally assumed the role of correcting and teaching.
This is Gu Yiyi's first time directing someone else's work, and because of this, she puts all her heart and soul into it.
I haven't finished the painting yet, but the people are gone...
The original owner's character is weak and easy to bully. It's not the first time that he asked for paintings without any scruples like before.
In the plot, it was Mo Xinrui who snatched the painting away, which led to the birth of her own tragedy.
Killed casually by the villains who came out, and discarded like trash.
The little girl sighed a little.
When she came here today, she deliberately took less red paint just to refuse, but it still didn't stop the tragedy from happening.
But Gu Yiyi is not the kind of person who blames herself.
When he first appeared on the stage, Mu Chen's ability was actually very weak, if it was because she had long wanted to grab the painting, he would not have been deceived.
The little girl who can do it will naturally help.
But she won't say anything when others are rushing to kill her...
Thoughts fly.
The neglected black-haired boy raised his eyes.
He saw the little girl beside him staring at a certain position in a daze.
The pupils under the slender and thick eyelash feathers were a little dark, but they were quickly bent, and returned to a clean and clear glass color:
"Yiyi, didn't you say you wanted to buy me a gift?"
The little girl recovered.
Putting all the paint palettes on her seat, the girl turned around, and smiled at him while holding her long and cool fingers hanging down:
"Let's go now."
"No need..." The boy wrapped the little girl in his arms. As usual, he seemed to like this movement very much, as if he could hold her.
He made an unexpected request:
"I want you to teach me how to draw."
The little girl's drawing skills are very beautiful.
In other words, the original owner was a painting genius.
For example, Gu Yiyi, the previous author plane was just scribbling with handicapped hands, but now she can easily teach an "apprentice" in a week.
The little girl originally wanted Muchen to use her easel.
Then she taught from behind.
Just like teaching Mo Xinrui in the past.
But how could Muchen agree?
For him, a soft and sticky little girl is different, and as a "return", he must also be the most special one.
return...
The boy murmured these two words, and suddenly he felt happy.
Yes, if he treats her well, then she must be his.
No one can be inserted into it.
The young man sat on the seat originally belonged to Mo Xinrui, with his white and slender fingertips, with a light touch, the sketch that the little girl put so much effort into was reduced to ashes.
But he still blinked his eyes innocently, and looked at her without evasion at all:
"Yiyi, can you give me a piece of drawing paper?"
The little girl took a deep breath.
But the sight that looked over was too clear, and the glass-colored pupils were so clean that they were not stained with a speck of dust under the sun.
The young man tilted his delicate and beautiful eyebrows, his soft lips raised in doubt: "Yiyi?"
Gu Yiyi could only be discouraged in the end.
That's right, Mu Chen just came out and doesn't understand anything.
What did she care about.
Lifting her white, tender and delicate fingertips feebly, the girl rested her chin on the back of the chair, and said with a sleepy brow, "It's where she sits."
"Yiyi," the boy showed an aggrieved expression, "but I want yours."
everything.
all want your...
Including you.
The little girl who had no choice but to turn around to fetch the drawing paper did not see the gloomy look on the boy's long and thick eyelashes.
Gu Yiyi thought that she had to do what she taught Mo Xinrui before.
Give pointers on every matter, big or small.
But the teenager even holds the pen in a very standard posture.
Looking at the sea of swaying flowers gradually drawn into shape on the plain white paper, the young man was very skillful in the middle, using red pen and ink to outline a silhouette of his back.
"Why is it red?"
The little girl was attracted unconsciously.
The young man lowered his eyelashes, and the sunlight outside the window floated on them, and his delicate and pale eyebrows were coated with a hazy golden halo.
He said softly, "Because the heart is red."
The little girl suddenly felt a little cold.
Seeing the young man's slender and thick eyelashes, she forced a smile: "Ah... yeah."
red.
The little girl suddenly remembered something that she had inexplicably forgotten before.
Mo Xinrui was strangled to death in the original plot.
But now it has turned into blood mist.
Red...blood is red...and she was short of red pigment.
Muchen put down the brush.
He turned to look at the girl who backed away for some reason.
The eyebrows and eyes that were originally delicate and smiling are now pale and colorless, and the black eyes are moist.
Infected with a pityful frailty.
The fingertips hanging by his side are embedded in the palm of his hand, but the corners of his lips are still curved, and his voice is gentle:
"Yiyi, are you afraid of me?"
Gu Yiyi was startled by the sudden question.
She pulled the corner of her lips: "how could it be?"
The boy got up and hugged her. The white clothes were as simple, elegant and clean as they were seen in the painting.
"But."
The voice and cool breath hit the ear: "Yiyi...why are you shaking?"
mention staying up late
Heart-warming readers from other people's homes: Touch your head, it's okay to be a little less, don't get sick
And you: Hahahahahaha~ Stay up late and be careful of sudden death from bald heads
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(End of this chapter)