Monster Apartment

After Gu Lang slid and crushed six SLR cameras and eight lenses in just four days, Gu Bai finally finished a complete set of design drawings.

Since the teacher and senior brothers had expressed that they wanted him to prove his innocence with his strength, Gu Bailian also set up several tripods to take pictures of the design process in all directions.

The shooting was not professional, but compared to before when someone was staring at him and only a few ordinary equipment and Gu Lang existed, Gu Bai was obviously much more at ease.

Gu Bai put away the stack of finished drafts and design drawings—the design drawings are made by computer, and they are fairly detailed, but he is probably the only one who can understand the drafts.

After packing up his things, Gu Bai walked over to take down the shooting equipment, and looked up at the French windows on the second floor of his house.

Gu Lang pulled up a cushion, leaned against the corner formed by the floor-to-ceiling windows and the wall, and fiddled with the new SLR in his hand.

He wasn't very interested in human society, but he still cared a little bit about the things his boy gave him—although he accidentally crushed a few with his strong hands.

But thanks to the crushed DSLRs and lenses, Gu Lang quickly learned how to use a computer and shop online.

Anyway, the money is in Gu Bai's account.

Gu Lang didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the flowers, and Gu Bai didn't feel that there was anything wrong either.

During the time when Gu Bai was addicted to painting, Gu Lang kept tinkering with the DSLR in his hand.

He finally managed to control his strength reluctantly, and felt that it was much easier to operate the thing in his hand than it was to raise Gu Bai, who was still stupid and thoughtless.

Gu Bai looked at Gu Lang who was lazily sitting in the corner basking in the sun without any image, and felt as if he saw a big lion resting lazily and flicking its tail.

It's been a long time since he's been in peace with his dad for so long.

The last week they stayed together was during his summer vacation after the college entrance examination.

Gu Bai curled the corner of his mouth, and continued to pack the equipment and tripod quietly without making a sound.

Gu Lang listened to the rustling of paper and brush for four days, and now he finally heard something else, so he raised his head.

When he gets along with his good cub, he always restrains himself a little bit, whether it's evil spirit, temper or anything else, he restrains a lot.

It's not because of anything else, it's just because he's used to staying with Gu Bai—to be precise, it should be the rare peace and composure he got by being around Butianshi.

Gu Bai is still tidying up.

The busyness of the past few days has made the large studio on the second floor very messy, and there are traces of accidentally dripped paint on the floor.

Coupled with the sketches and drafts hanging on the wall, as well as the finished paintings filled to the brim, the originally spacious studio was in a mess—it even seemed a bit crowded.

However, Gu Bai himself likes crowded and narrow places, probably because the house he lived in before was small, so this kind of narrow and messy place made him feel extra safe.

Although he did have the obsessive-compulsive disorder to clean up after painting.

Gu Lang looked at his obedient boy who was busy spinning around like a small spinning top in this slightly messy big studio.

Light poured in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the well-lit studio, but the temperature in the room remained the same, at a fairly cool level.

The sunlight seems to be very fond of the small spinning top in the room, flowing on him, lingering with a layer of golden streamer.

Gu Lang looked down at the camera in his hand.

In the past few days, he has pressed the shutter quite a few times, and most of the protagonists are his good cubs who are addicted to painting.

The people in the picture are unaware of the camera, and most of them are quietly and seriously watching the work under their hands with their heads down.

Gu Lang flipped through the pictures and clicked his tongue slightly.

There were no such good things in the past—with Gu Lang not wanting to deal with human beings at all, the impression that he lost a lot of things is still in the very early days.

There was no such prop that could record the picture so clearly before.

Most of them rely on the painter to preserve some precious pictures.

But the years are different, and the level of the painters is different. After all, there is no way to record everything honestly.

Gu Lang looked at the clear and gentle picture in the camera, and at Gu Bai in the picture, he paused slightly.

"These human things are not bad," he said suddenly.

Gu Bai raised his head when he heard the sound, and before he could react to what he just heard, his old father took several photos of him head-on.

Gu Bai was taken aback, and touched his nose shyly.

Gu Lang conveniently took a few more photos, only thinking that he would look good no matter how he took them.

"Dad, do you like this?" Gu Bai asked.

Gu Lang paused, stunned for a while, then lowered his head and fiddled with the DSLR in his hand for a while, looking a little dazed.

While cleaning up, Gu Bai waited for his dad to finish in a daze.

In Gu Bai's memory, his father never seemed to show any sign of interest or liking for something.

Gu Bai didn't understand before, but now he understands somewhat.

When you can't even fill the most basic stomach, who has extra free thoughts to think about whether you have anything you like.

If I had to say what I like, I guess it would be eating.

Gu Bai felt that if he asked such a question, his father might not be able to recover for a while.

Sure enough, it wasn't until he started mopping the floor that Gu Lang slowly came back to his senses, and said casually, "Well, I don't hate it."

Gu Bai nodded, finished wiping the floor, and bought a complete set of professional equipment and a lot of photography books for his father.

Then he lowered his head and touched the bracelet, hesitated for a while, but still didn't hand over the bracelet his old father gave him, but took out a gold armband from the bracelet and handed it to Gu Lang.

Gu Lang took it, still a little confused.

"If you're not going to stay in one place, you still need something close to you, Dad." As Gu Bai said, he stuffed two cards into the armband, and stuffed some bits and pieces of self-defense items into it. .

At the end, he whispered again: "I think it's good to have a little contact with human society..."

Gu Lang heard what his boy said, thought about it, and agreed.

Gu Lang himself didn't have any ideas, anyway, as long as he was not allowed to associate with those beasts, he could basically listen to them.

Gu Lang thinks what the boy says.

Gu Bai put on an armband for his old father, and seeing that Gu Lang answered seriously, he became much clearer.

He pulled Gu Lang downstairs and said, "Go, accompany me to find the construction team."

The construction team is certainly not the construction team of ordinary people.

There is not much time left before the exhibition, and the human construction team simply cannot meet Gu Bai's requirements.

A group of monsters engaged in rapid construction quickly reached an agreement with Gu Bai under the watchful eyes of Taotie, who could intimidate the demons, and dispatched all their forces to digest Gu Bai's design in the fastest speed in his life, and followed the His request was made.

Building No. [-] of the Art Expo Center in S City has undergone major changes in just one week.

During the construction period, Gu Bai was still very honest and took pictures of the process.

Anyway, when it was released in the end, it had to be sped up and edited, and Gu Bai wasn't worried about revealing the time issue at all.

The end of the construction is naturally the official start of painting.

It was rare for Gu Lang to stay in one place for such a long time, and even patiently met with Gu Bai's teachers.

——Those humans looked at him a little strangely, but when he frowned, those humans turned back.

This made Gu Lang feel very boring.

He finally lost his patience when Gu Bai started painting, and left with the money Gu Bai gave him and the DSLR.

Gu Bai was a little bit disappointed, but he still pulled himself together and began to draw.

By the time Si Yiming was busy with a lot of business, Gu Bai had already come to an end.

As soon as Mr. Si came back, he went straight to the place where Gu Bai's breath was.

As soon as Si Yiming walked in, he was knocked back several steps by the terrifying coercion coming from the pavement.

——To be precise, it was not coercion, but was shocked by the picture that Gu Bai drew inside using the inside of the entire building as a canvas.

That is a world that ordinary people should never be able to see, but in the eyes of monsters, the images contained in this spirit painting are enough to scare away a large group of monsters who have never seen Jielei.

Even Si Yiming who entered rashly without any preparation was shocked back.

Mr. Si was deeply ashamed.

Gu Bai vaguely heard a little movement, he turned his head, and clearly caught Si Yiming taking a deep breath at the door in the relatively dark space.

He waved his hand happily: "Mr. Si, you are back!"

Si Yiming also waved his hand. After making mental preparations, he looked around carefully and felt that he should invite his colleagues and enemies to come and see.

He couldn't be the only one who was ashamed.

Even if no one sees it!

"What are you going to do?" Si Yiming walked in and asked.

"This is the seventh outer sky." Gu Bai happily replied, "But I don't know why, after the teacher and the others came here two days ago, they didn't want to come in anymore."

Si Yiming: "..."

It is enough for ordinary human beings to endure this kind of shock once. They can't perceive the deepest beauty of spiritual paintings without practicing, but seeing it a few times is still a nightmare.

"I think I draw pretty well." Gu Bai scratched his head, a little puzzled.

Mr. Si thought for a while, and finally nodded: "It's pretty good."

At least after this painting is finished, with this building as the center, there will be no more unusual events within a radius of hundreds of miles.

"This picture is very different from your previous style." Si Yiming commented.

Gu Bai shook his head: "I haven't finished the painting yet, and this time the theme is storm."

Mr. Si felt that even if it was a storm, it would be a bit too much force to move the scene of the seventh outer sky.

However, Gu Bai was very happy to paint with a full of energy, so he didn't plan to say anything more.

After Gu Bai finished retouching the picture on the wall, he climbed down the ladder, and then started the last step of drawing.

Si Yiming looked at the Jianmu seedlings that were rapidly taking shape under Gu Bai's hands, raised his eyebrows, and then walked out of the building, deciding to find a few monsters who worked as a promotional and marketing outlet to add fire to this exhibition.

In mid-September, the annual routine large-scale art exhibition is held as scheduled.

This exhibition is divided into two pavilions.

Building [-] is for regular exhibitions, mainly paintings and sculptures, and the third floor is for photography exhibitions.

The second building is quite special.

The whole building of Building No. [-] is a complete work.

The name of the work is "Heaven Beyond", and the author is Gu Bai, a cutting-edge artist who has recently become famous.

Some people went in, and some people ran out with a change of expression as soon as they entered the door. This part of the people was more sensitive.

There are also some people who walked in with strength, stayed there for less than 2 minutes, and then walked out with a pale face. These are the vast majority of ordinary people.

The remaining small part came out after a long time after going in. When I went in, I carried a notebook, and when I came out, the notebook was already full of things.

This part, after seeing the previous promotion, came here specially to find out.

This is a building that looks normal from the outside.

Once stepping into the exhibition hall, oppression and panic overflowed the chest, and it was almost impossible for people to raise the thought of careful exploration, and turned their heads and fled out.

But it wasn't the ones who stayed behind without overcoming their instinctive fear.

The interior color of the whole building is a deep dark red. The fabric that blocks the light is very special, and the light is also specially studied. The September sunlight shines in through the special fabric, and the whole space presents a transparent dark red. .

Clear like a crimson gemstone.

But the picture inside it is not as elegant as a gemstone.

It looked very dark and cruel, the deep purple lightning tore through the sky, and countless horrifying thunderbolts spread out.

The wind and thunder shattered the ground and the air, and they exploded upon impact, making the shocking rumble almost audible.

The whole picture looks distorted and terrifying.

Directly opposite the entrance of the exhibition hall, through the layers of electric light on both sides, in the distorted and almost blood-colored field of vision, you can see a towering mountain peak.

The top of the mountain was submerged in the clouds, and one could vaguely see behind the clouds, a pitch-black turbid liquid tumbling violently, looking like it was about to break through the barrier of the sky and pour down at any moment.

Many people often feel uncomfortable and suffocated when they see this, they can't bear it, and they turn their heads and leave.

And the remaining people, after carefully looking at those distorted pictures, finally set their eyes on the end that is not the main body of the picture, but has a surprisingly high sense of existence.

At the bottom of that mountain, there is a little gold that is completely opposite to this picture.

It was a small seedling.

The purple tree trunks, black tree patterns, and green leaves are exuding dots of golden light, a small cluster, barely illuminating the surrounding area that is no more than the size of a palm.

The strong vitality revealed made the tourists who felt the sudden tense atmosphere just because they stepped into the building relax suddenly.

It stayed there quietly, indifferent to the dangers around it, exuding vitality vigorously and vigorously.

Like a flame in the struggle, the last struggling hope in the dark.

Many people who came for the up-and-coming artist Gu Bai who had recently gained fame all heaved a sigh of relief.

——I was still thinking about when this person changed his gender, and when he finally saw that little bit of gold, he suddenly understood that this person has always been like this.

Looking at people through paintings, the painters always have hope and warmth in their hearts.

Noticing that the tourists here have finally relaxed, and looking around at the picture, it doesn't look so amazing anymore.

Gu Bai did not go to the exhibition hall.

There are too many people on the one hand, mainly because he has read all the works before starting.

It’s not the first time for Gu Bai to paint such a large-scale work. He accumulated such experience when he helped the rabbits paint the dormitory in Penglai Mirage.

It was also very smooth to draw a large painting this time.

He is very confident in his works, but even so, he still cares about comments to some extent.

Gu Bai held the tablet, on which was a social account that Mr. Xie had tormented for him.

A new video was posted on the account, in response to the outside world's doubts about Gu Bai's "Outer Heaven" work this time.

Countless people have questioned that this is a team work rather than a single work.

And this video was released as a slap in the face, and after being promoted by a series of monsters buried among humans, it became unbelievably popular.

Quite a few people went to the exhibition after hearing the news, and most of them fell under the underpants of art instantly after being shocked.

Gu Bai became famous as soon as he created it.

I don't know how many people in art and social accounts are praising him, and many people still have doubts about it.

He has a good temper, but he is somewhat unhappy in the face of overwhelming doubts.

With a slightly puffed face, he willfully used this account and Mr. Si's account, and liked those who spoke for him one by one.

After clicking likes, Gu Bai felt very satisfied that he had won.

He looked at the comments below the video happily, and his face flushed red from the praise of those who said that the gods painted pictures.

Mr. Si learned a new dish from Mrs. Spirit Snake and was tossing about in the kitchen.

The smell of rice wafted from the kitchen, exuding a peaceful and warm smell.

"Go and wash your hands." Mr. Si poked his head out of the kitchen and said.

Hearing this, Gu Bai put down the tablet, rubbed his still warm face, got up and walked into the kitchen, "Come on, come on!"

While washing his hands, Gu Bai glanced at the eggplant stew in the bowl.

It smells pretty good, but looks a little bad.

Mr. Si's next pot will be the scallion omelet that he has already mastered.

Gu Bai looked at the beaten eggs, and whispered: "Mr. Si, I want to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes!"

Si Yiming paused as he was about to pour the egg liquid into the pot, then turned his head and glanced at Gu Bai.

Gu Bai's face was still flushed, and he looked at him with bright eyes.

Mr. Si thought for a while and said, "Kiss me first."

Gu Bai wiped his hands dry, and simply chirped up.

Mr. Si changed his face: "Kiss again."

Gu Bai paused, then kissed obediently again.

Mr. Si pointed to his thin lips: "There is still here."

Gu Bai's eyes widened slightly, and he leaned over to nibble on Mr. Si's mouth.

This mouthful was a bit aggressive, but Mr. Si enjoyed it very much.

He smiled with satisfaction, turned his head, went to the refrigerator and took out two tomatoes.

Gu Bai watched Mr. Si lift up his sleeves and seriously toss the tomato, couldn't help laughing, and raised his arms to hug the man in front of him.

Mr. Si paused, turned around and patted him on the back: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

Gu Bai rubbed against his Mr. Si, smelling the smell of his home from him.

He raised his head, grabbed Mr. Si by the collar and pulled him down, gave a hard slap, and buried his head in Mr. Si's shoulder under Mr. Si's surprised gaze.

Mr. Si who was attacked helplessly rubbed his head: "What happened?"

Gu Bai rubbed his neck, humming and chirping, "Mr. Si."

"Ok?"

"I like you so much."

Si Yiming paused, and an unstoppable smile filled his eyes.

He lowered his head and kissed the tip of Gu Baihong's ear, and replied vaguely and softly: "What a coincidence, I am too."

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