Monster Apartment

On the way back, Si Yiming was very silent.

Gu Bai turned his head to look at him occasionally, but was frightened back by Mr. Si's solemn expression.

Gu Bai wanted to ask if something serious happened, but he also felt that if something serious happened, he wouldn't be able to help, so it's better to stay at home obediently at night, so that others won't worry about him.

He is very precious to the monsters and is related to the future of the monsters.

Gu Bai now has the recognition that he bears a very heavy responsibility, so far he accepts it well.

Si Yiming turned his head and glanced at Gu Bai who had lowered the back of the chair slightly, took out his sketchbook and sketched something, his gaze swept over the picture he was drawing, and he was startled.

The person in the painting is him, and the content in the picture is exactly the scene when he went to pick up Gu Bai.

Si Yiming watched Gu Bai casually outline the picture at that time, and asked him: "Don't you like drawing people?"

Gu Bai heard Si Yiming talking to him suddenly, and looked up at him: "I don't sell these pictures."

Si Yiming frowned.

The little money fan even said that he would not sell it.

Gu Bai carefully scrutinized Mr. Si's expression, and finally relaxed after realizing that he could no longer see the seriousness.

"Because you are helping me with stocks, I will definitely not be short of money." Gu Bai had great trust in Si Yiming's ability to attract money, and happily mentioned his plan, "If you are not short of money, you will have more money." Accumulate the works, otherwise there will be no works to put on the solo exhibition in the future."

Gu Bai did not change his goal just because his race changed.

He still loves to draw, probably because when he was a child, he thought of his father and had no pictures to look at, so he developed his own drawing skills.

It is a very pleasant thing to be able to pour ideal people and things on paper and display them.

Gu Bai likes to do this kind of thing, it should be a happy thing to be able to leave time and memory with the paintbrush in his hand.

He wants to record the place where he grew up. Although Mr. Si said that he is already a billion years old, he can't count without memory.

In his heart, Gu Bai still felt that that small county town was his hometown.

The mountains in his hometown, the water in his hometown, the people and things in his hometown will all be painted by him with his brush.

"I also want everyone to know about you." Gu Bai said softly, "It's too much of a loss for someone who has been unknown to guard Shenzhou."

Si Yiming watched Gu Bai muttering on his hands in a low voice, and couldn't help but ask him, "What are you going to do?"

Gu Bai paused, and thought for a while: "Open an exhibition, create an independent exhibition hall of monsters and ghosts, and paint your stories!"

"If there are not many people watching, we can ask Mr. Zhai to help us promote it." Gu Bai made a small calculation, crackling, "Maybe we can get a lot of offerings!"

Si Yiming looked at Gu Bai's gleeful look, but in the end he still didn't tell him that they can still get a lot of offerings now.

Their group of divine beasts is very good, and there are quite a lot of part-time worshipers in several religions. In addition, there are various related legends to support them, and they have everything they should have.

It's just that what is being done now is not well known.

Gu Bai wants to draw, so let him do it.

Such a good and considerate little guy should be pampered, Mr. Si thought.

Gu Bai didn't know what Si Yiming was thinking, he was still happily dreaming: "In addition to this exhibition hall, I also want to build a landscape painting exhibition hall! I haven't finished painting the scenery that Mr. Bai showed me before, I haven't started painting the mountains, rivers and wilderness on Lady Spirit Snake's side yet, our mountains and rivers are so vast and magnificent, it's worth painting everywhere."

"But it's still too early for me to be qualified to hold a solo exhibition." Gu Bai looked at Si Yiming who had drawn an outline in his sketchbook, and sighed a little.

Si Yiming said, "Having a dream is a good thing."

After he finished speaking, he took out the pen and sketchbook from Gu Bai's hand, and under Gu Bai's suspicious gaze, he waved his wrist and easily outlined a figure sitting on a stool with a few strokes.

Gu Bai recognized at a glance that Mr. Si drew him.

The person in the painting is wearing a black shirt with sleeves rolled up, with a satisfied and soft smile, holding a paintbrush and focusing on painting the picture in front of him.

Gu Bai was not surprised that Si Yiming could draw.

Because Mr. Si had already shown his understanding of the painting industry, but he hadn't painted for a long time. Si Yiming's brushstrokes were a bit jerky. After he finished painting the black shirt, he gradually became smooth and proficient.

Gu Bai moved his head closer: "Am I like this?"

Si Yiming didn't answer, the tip of the pen in his hand touched the exposed waistline of the person in the painting.

Gu Bai watched as Si Yiming slowly but smoothly outlined his waist and buttocks stroke by stroke. It was clearly a very ordinary stroke, but it made him inexplicably numb. The strokes seemed to hook him. It was the same on his body, which made his heart tighten in an instant.

This feeling reached its peak when Si Yiming carefully outlined his exposed ankle.

He looked up at Si Yiming, and found that Mr. Si was narrowing his eyes slightly, with a subtle smile, focusing on the lines under his hands.

Gu Bai took another look at himself in the painting, and there was a bit of sex in an ordinary painting.

He couldn't help but pull down the hem of the shirt, and then tugged at the somewhat short jeans. Unfortunately, he has grown so fast these days, even pulling down can't cover the exposed ankles, socks and feet. The sneakers on it also failed to play any blocking role.

Gu Bai lowered his head to look at his thin and fair ankles, hooked his feet, watched the changes in his ankles, and wanted to look at himself in the painting again.

As a result, as soon as he raised his head, he met Si Yiming's gaze quietly watching him.

I don't know how long Si Yiming has been looking at it, with a smile on his face, but his eyes are dark, as if hiding something terrible.

Gu Bai and Si Yiming looked at each other for two seconds, then they couldn't control their bodies and moved to the side, instinctively moving away from Si Yiming at this moment.

Si Yiming noticed his small movements of hiding, so he retracted his gaze, looked down at the little boy he had drawn, then closed the sketchbook, and returned it to Gu Bai.

Then he said, "It's time to buy new clothes."

Holding the notebook in his arms, Gu Bai glanced at Si Yiming cautiously, and found that the other party had closed his eyes and rested his mind after saying this, so he nodded his head cowardly, and responded in a low voice: "...um."

Gu Bai opened a certain treasure and took a random photo of a few hits. After taking the photo, he turned his head and glanced at Si Yiming, who had put down the back of the chair and was half lying down with his eyes closed, feeling a little uneasy.

He turned over the page drawn by Si Yiming in the sketchbook, looked at it for a long time, his eyes wandered around his waist and below for a while, and finally closed the book with a flushed face, and curled up into a ball on the chair.

A large part of the creation of words, pictures, music, etc. will reveal the creator's inner thoughts.

The work can largely reflect the creative state and psychological mood of the creator at that time, and Gu Bai is very aware of this.

He couldn't help but look up at Si Yiming, his whole body was like a ball of red-hot coals.

Si Yiming didn't think about it that much at all, he was still immersed in the excitement of thinking about a little cub.

Gu Bai is still a cub!

Even if his true self is very old, he is still a cub.

The calculation of the age of monsters is different from that of human beings. They usually start counting according to becoming a spirit, but the monsters who become spirits by themselves are basically adults when they become spirits.

As for those congenital monsters who are born with intelligence, some of them can spend hundreds of years in their infancy and growth. In these hundreds of years, they are just cubs no matter what.

No matter how old you are.

Si Yiming couldn't believe it.

Especially when he realized that he had thoughts about Gu Bai and looked at this little boy from a different angle, he found that Gu Bai's whole body had been covered and poked by him.

Gu Bai, a little monster whose identity is unknown and tentatively regarded as Gu Lang's cub, now smells like a brave man all over his body.

Hanging around his neck is an extremely precious and priceless Jianmu wood carving, which is carved with the image of Pixiu.

On his wrist is a superb pixiu jade string, and the pixiu dharma face on this jade string was carved by Si Yiming himself in the early days when Si Yiming wasted his time when he was bored.

He still holds Gu Bai's property in his hands, but it's not something he got from Gu Bai, but he is using his talent to make money for this little boy.

Instinct does not lie.

Si Yiming was extremely aware of what he had done when he didn't realize it before.

No wonder Xie Zhi always looked at him with an indescribable expression.

Mr. Si closed his eyes and rested his mind. After analyzing his previous behavior in depth, he opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Gu Bai who had fallen asleep.

He frowned slightly in his sleep, probably because this position was uncomfortable, even though the business seat chair was quite soft, it was uncomfortable to sit and fall asleep.

Mr. Si asked the flight attendant for a blanket, and then slowly lowered the back of the seat. Seeing that Gu Bai's brows were gradually relaxed, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he quickly flattened him again.

Obviously, Gu Bai didn't mean that to him.

Mr. Si is very clear about this point, he couldn't be more clear, Gu Bai probably regards him as a friend or elder who can be relied on.

Either way is fine, anyway, it's not what Si Yiming hoped for.

Mr. Si leaned on the armrest of the seat, propped his face up and looked at Gu Bai who was sleeping soundly while holding the blanket, squinting his eyes slightly, his eyes swept over Gu Bai.

He stretched out his hand to pull down the hem of Gu Bai's shirt, covering his exposed belly, then uncontrollably lowered his back hand, and grabbed Gu Bai's ankle.

It is slightly cool to the touch, which is the expected smooth touch.

Mr. Si rubbed it twice, and felt that it felt very good.

He looked up at Gu Bai again, not knowing what to do next.

Oh, right.

Gu Bai's nominal father is Gu Lang.

Mr. Si clicked his tongue, let go of the hand holding Gu Bai's ankle, frowned slightly, and fell into deep thought again.

When Gu Bai woke up, what he saw was Si Yiming frowning, looking at the phone in his hand seriously, sending a message to someone with a serious face.

Gu Bai just woke up, in a daze, and found that Si Yiming had this dignified look again.

Gu Bai who just woke up did not think so much when he was awake. He saw it and felt puzzled, so he asked vaguely in a daze, "What's wrong, Mr. Si?"

Si Yiming turned his head to look at him, and put away the phone as if nothing had happened.

"It's okay." He replied.

Not a big deal.

It's just trying to find a way to make Gu Lang stay longer in Amazon.

There is no need to tell Gu Xiaobai.

Mr. Si thought very sinisterly.

The author has something to say: Gu Lang: I call you immortal

Si Yiming: Hee hee :)