Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 4070 is always there

  "Still not sleeping?"

  The man leaned sideways against the door frame, his long body was jade, his whole body was pure and noble, with a warm voice.

   Dye Bai regained consciousness: "Second brother is not here, can't sleep.

  She curled her lips and smiled, very arrogant, and like some kind of cat: "Come on, brother, hug me."

  Shen Zhiyu was wearing grey home clothes, with a handsome profile face, cold white skin, and a cold arc of eyelashes under the light. He walked over step by step and hugged the person in his arms.

  She is thin and has no weight, and she does not sleep well, so she is lightly hugged.

   "This princess hugs——" Dyeing white slowly, "I can do it too."

  "Wait for you to get fat." Shen Zhiyu glanced at her with a cool voice, and put the person on the bed.

"It's not very thin, isn't it skinny, right?" Dye Bai was wearing a loose black hoodie, raised his head and bulged his face, poked his slender fingers, like a bubble, He suddenly smiled, showing two small tiger teeth.

Shen Zhiyu raised his hand and squeezed the flesh on her face, knelt on one knee and knelt down on the bed, leaning over, holding her white face with both hands, moving gently and gently, biting her cheek in the light and shadow: "Study What skinny beauty will make you fat sooner or later."

   "Then let the second brother raise it."

  Shen Zhiyu covered her face with a quilt, went to the kitchen and brought a cup of hot milk to her: "Drink."

   "It's not a child." Yin Bai pulled the quilt off his head, and the broken hair was messed up and scattered randomly on his forehead, and the thin lips under the high and straight nose were blushing.

   "You are." Shen Zhiyu said.

   "What is it?" Dyeing white eyes, he leaned closer, "Second brother, talk about it."

  Shen Zhiyu pressed her forehead without changing her face, pushed the person away, and put the hot milk in dyed white's hands: "Observe."

   Dyeing white sighed: "Shen Zhiyu."

   "You are just a big mansao."

   "You said yes." Shen Zhiyu's voice is mild, and the outline under the warm light also shows a rare and not so sharp gentleness.

   Dye Bai took a sip of milk in her two paws, sweet, Shen Zhiyu never made such sweet things before, since Dye Bai lived in Shen’s house, sweet things have been everywhere.

  Wait after dyeing the white milk and giving him the empty cup, Shen Zhiyu took it away naturally: "It's eleven o'clock, go to bed."

  Ranbai sighed, and fell back on the bed, rubbing his face against the quilt: "I can't sleep, brother coax me."

Shen Zhiyu turned off the light, only turned on a small desk lamp on the bedside table, took off the girls' shoes and socks, dyed them white and drilled them into the quilt, patted the place next to him, with a beautiful forehead with one hand, like a **** who molested a beauty Bully, sloppy and sloppy, the tail sound is loose and tired: "Come on, I want to touch you."

  "……"

  Shen knows that sometimes, he really wants to plug his white mouth.

   "Tell a fairy tale."

   "I said it was not a child."

   "I want to hear something childish lately."

  Shen Zhiyu half leaned against the head of the bed, dyed white and lying on his lap, occupying the quilt, listening to the story with his eyes closed.

  "A long, long time ago, there lived a little bear in the Nosili Forest. He liked to eat honey and had a big belly...One day, he and his best friend, the little bunny..."

  Ranbai sullenly laughed, and she couldn't bear it anymore. She covered her face with a quilt.

  Shen Zhiyu Yumei: "What are you laughing at."

  "Tubo." Winged white cough, looked at Shen Zhiyu, "It's okay, I just think the second brother spoke too well, so let's continue."

  Shen Zhiyu expressionlessly: "Are you laughing at me?"

  "Don't do this, the more you do this, the more I want to laugh."

   "Laugh." Shen Zhiyu sighed, "Don't bear it."

That evening,

   Ranbai smiled and fell asleep.

  No nightmares.

  ...

  The two people are still running all over the country, they are not qualitative, they love freedom, and no one is caught in the footsteps.

  One to play photography, the other to play the piano.

  Once in a country with chaotic systems, I accidentally lost my wallet and even my ID card.

Dye Bai meditated for a long time, and came up with a brilliant idea.

   "Second brother."

   "Let’s do an art."

  "……"

  Recently, two particularly beautiful wanderers came to Su Street, a juvenile juvenile, and a calm suit. Those two faces are glamorous. Art itself is attractive, and art is naturally attractive.

"Small business, young people are not deceived." Ran Bai squatted on the street playing with his camera, slender fingers clasped on the black cold-textured camera, the color is white and distinct, and the ending is lazily elongated, "Thank you sisters. "

The other person talks very little, always indifferent and quiet, and refuses to be thousands of miles away. When sitting in front of the piano, he has an unspeakable charm. The white shirt and the black and white keyboard are touching enough. When playing the piano, he always looks in one direction. Later, someone discovered that he had been looking at someone.

  Piano and camera, there is a blue sky and white clouds in the distance, and a few white pigeons land on the church.

  In less than a day, she had collected enough air tickets to return to China. She counted the money and pondered for a long time: "Second brother, I may find a new way to get rich."

  Shen Zhiyu looked at her quietly.

  Except for that accident, the two of them still had no taboos, and they had been everywhere, whether it was a high-rise building or a country road, prosperity and peace or war.

   Loyal to the two, loyal to art.

  Played the piano many times and took many photos.

  The most white-dyed camera is the photos of Shen Zhiyu playing the piano, in the church, in the ancient pavilion, or just on the street.

  "Really don't need money?" At sunset, the old man crouched and asked.

  Dyeing white playing with the camera, smiling: "No, it's free."

   "Then take a picture of me."

   "Crack—"

  After sending the old man away, Ranbai sat on the piano plate and tapped the piano keys with her fingertips: "Today, five girls asked me for your contact information, and suddenly found that our second brother is quite popular."

   "Seven."

"Ok?"

  Shen Zhiyu stared at her, slowly: "I saw it, there are only seven of you who didn't refuse."

  "……"

   "Well, girls, of course you have to spoil them." The setting sun went down, with a white smile, full of vigor.

  Shen Zhiyu lowered his eyes, his thin lips stretched into a stiff line, his tone was neither salty nor light: "You have the mind, look at me more."

"I know." Ran Bai looked at Shen Zhiyu standing on the street, and a large expanse of sunset behind her, like an ink painting, perfectly blending with the black and white piano, she suddenly sighed and said softly, " Actually I can also play the piano."

  Shen Zhiyu paused.

   "But I'm afraid of making you feel inferior, so I haven't dared to play."

  "……"

  "It was funny." Ran Bai sat there, holding his chin, "I prefer to watch the second brother play."

  His silhouette has a cold and gentle texture in the twilight, like a freeze-frame movie scene, with his quiet eyes staring at Dye Bai for a long time, then walks towards her and stops behind him.

Sven leaned forward, clean and lightly scented, like the first daylight in the forest after a snowfall, his slender fingers held the white hand and gently placed it on the piano keyboard, lowered his figure, and his thin lips pressed against her ears. On the side, the voice was low and squishy: "Can I teach you how to play?"

  Dye white throat rolled, only one word was spit out: "Okay."

  On the black and white piano keys, there is a twilight of handfuls after handfuls, and the notes jump from the fingertips, gentle and reserved, long and delicate.

  All the desires are still there, take root and introverted, and give it all.

"Did you hear that?"

"heard it."

   "Play it for me."

   Ranbai smiled and agreed, Chong Shen Zhiyu blinked, and under the unsettling sun, his eyebrows were casual and unhurried: "You have to listen carefully, I only play once."

  She was there, and Shen Zhiyu’s heart sank in inexplicably, a soft mess. He had never said love, just wanted to tell her: "I have been listening carefully."

  Every time we meet.

  Every sentence.

  The interlaced black and white keys give birth to such a simple and vivid music, the tone is like winter sunshine, bright and peaceful, rising and frustrating, deep and penetrating, without losing power in tact.

  Unprecedentedly long, it seems to have spanned thousands of years of dawn, dawning in the dark night, and everlasting in the sun.

   "Second brother."

"Ok."

Did you hear it.

  She didn’t need to say anything.

  He knows everything.

  What are you afraid of?

   Eternity in a moment.

  Shen Zhiyu loves art and loves the piano. For a lifetime, one piano is enough.

  Later, he only fell in love with one person and wanted to play the piano for her.

  From now on, we will stay gentle and trivial together for a long time.

  (End of this chapter)