The days when I was targeted by the soul of actor A

The cold night is coming to an end, and the wind is howling outside the window.

The floor-to-ceiling windows isolate the cold wind and tree shaking from the window, only bringing in a few traces of fluorescence in the dark.

The bedroom was as warm as spring, and Omega was lying on the soft and clean bed and fell asleep deeply. The dim and hazy light of the night lamp enveloped him, casting vague shadows of varying shades.

His long eyelashes covered those cat eyes, making him look a little more pure and well-behaved, like a cat with its paws closed.

Alpha, who was supposed to be lying beside him, was sitting on the chair by the bed, and a blank canvas was nailed to the easel opposite.

The wind swayed outside the window, and the tree shadows swayed indoors. The mottled shadows fell on the canvas, covering the soft and warm light of the night lamp.

It was as if that snowy night passed through the night and appeared vividly on the paper.

The middle-aged Alpha drove the car without looking sideways, and the unique facial features of the Qiao family revealed his "superior" genes.

The weak Omega of the co-pilot is like a dodder flower, even the falling snowflakes outside the window can hurt her.

"S University is ranked second, and it was given to him by the medical school. He should have been chosen by M University's business school. In case, in case Joe... Dad has another opinion on this matter, then... ..”

The thin woman seemed to think of the pain of continuous miscarriage back then, her face was pale, and she looked even more lovely.

"He will be 17 after today, and it will be the old man's responsibility in the future. You don't need to worry anymore, don't worry."

The man comforted her patiently, and the movement of driving in his hands was not affected in the slightest.

The two were planning his future in the front seat, as if there was no young Qiao Yu sitting in the back seat.

They are the perfect couple in the eyes of everyone, and they are the highest matching gods and couples.

Every such relationship is destined to be exclusive, and there is no room for a third person between them. Even the so-called "family" or biological "son" are nothing but obstacles to their pursuit of a common future.

The worried voice of the young woman and the consolation of the man were gradually swept away, and the longer memories seemed to be washed on the shore by the waves, word by word followed by the shadow of the tree intermittently.

"Laugh, Qiao Z, who do you scare with a blank face every day?"

"Politeness, how did I teach you? Didn't he just ruin your painting? Can you bite back when a dog bites you?"

"He's an Omega, you're an Alpha, what's wrong with being touched."

"How many times have I said it, smile, look at your Uncle Qiao San, that is your best weapon."

"You can't let people see through your nature. You are terrible. If Qiao's family doesn't accept the goods again this time, my mother will suffer again."

"Don't go to that studio to paint your broken paintings all day long, and make your mother worry again. Be careful, I smashed that. Don't forget that even if you earn the place yourself, I will give you the resources."

"Why is there only 99 in this subject? Don't you like business? It's not your turn to not like it. You don't have to like everything."

There were chaotic noises one after another, and it seemed that a strong wind was blowing outside the window, blowing the shadows of the trees messily and finely, smashing up a warm halo of paper, and the shadows enveloped the painting utensils spread aside.

"Well."

Omega on the bed felt the shaking of the light, and turned over while hugging the quilt.

Noise seemed to be alarmed, and fled in all directions in a panic.

...

"...fill in the self-portrait at my door and show me."

"Forget it if you don't hear it. Don't forget the Self-Portrait you owe me."

..

The voices of the boy and the youth overlapped, coming through the darkness.

Qiao Yu's eyes fell on Omega An Tian's sleeping face under the light.

Lin Yan hugged the quilt and poked his mouth. His chestnut hair was restless in sleep. Qiao Yu pulled the corners of his lips and smiled very lightly.

Qiao Yu looked at him for a while, then lowered her eyes to the painting kit by her hand, and reached out to pick up a pencil.

Obviously he hasn't touched the paintbrush in the box for so long, but he still habitually measures the layout after picking up the brush. The memory of his body drives him, and he writes and outlines the draft.

The young people who concentrate on painting are less distanced and more focused than usual, and the delicacy hidden under the appearance is undoubtedly revealed.

Qiao Yu's usual live broadcast painting style is warm and enthusiastic. Even if he painted in the past, he used the brush strokes to paint the covering color in line with the mainstream, so that the colorful and intricate effect can be revealed from the mixture of the base color and the upper layer color.

The picture that appears in his pen now is completely opposite.

After half an hour.

Qiao Yu had just put down the painting knife, and her thoughts were still immersed in the long-lost reality of painting, when Lin Yan's mobile phone placed by the bed suddenly rang, accompanied by a vibrating "buzzing" sound.

He quickly pressed down the alarm clock with one hand, and then turned the moving easel smoothly.

Lin Yan on the bed seemed to remember what he was thinking about. He struggled to wake up from his sleep, shook off the sweet dreamland, sat up sleepily, and stared at him blankly for a while before suddenly widening his eyes. .

"Let's go to sleep again. It's only six o'clock. I didn't sleep until so late yesterday." Qiao Yu looked at the dark blue sky outside the window, frowned and looked at the phone screen, as if he didn't understand why the alarm clock would ring here.

"...Are you embarrassed to say?" Omega bared her teeth when she heard the words, and stood up as if to bite him, but just took the alarm clock from his hand and didn't let him see—

01.01-6:00A.M.

Simple birth.

Lin Yan pushed back the quilt and got out of bed, subconsciously "hissing".

Qiao Yu forgot to put the paintbrush in his hand, so he went to help him down.

Fortunately, Lin Yan was busy blowing hair, only his nose twitched because of the smell of turpentine, and he didn't see the paintbrush in his hand, "Next time I'm going to beat you up and let you taste what it's like!"

"Well, okay, you can beat Yan Yan a few times." Qiao Yu teased him with a meaningful smile, seeing that Lin Yan almost fell, she lost her smile, reached out to support him, and said with a frown, "Yan Yan What Yan wants to take, I'll give it to you..."

Before he finished speaking, the hand around Lin Yan's waist stopped in place.

He saw what Lin Yan was about to take.

Omega's slender hand held the music box with the universe painted on its outer shell, and the aged wood with a faint fragrance seemed darker and darker in that white hand.

Lin Yan tilted his head, and the cat stared at him, "For you, happy birthday—hmm."

Before he could speak, he was interrupted by Qiao Yu's bear hug, and Alpha's soft and warm lips kissed his cheek before he smiled faintly.

Lin Yan looked down at Qiao Yu, looking at the music box as if she was looking at Zhenbao's child. Qiao Yu didn't take it, but just looked at it with her own hand, as if it would disappear if she took it.

"What are you doing hugging me, hugging your gift." Lin Yan stuffed the music box into his hand and opened it for him.

"Be careful—" Qiao Yu held the box with both hands—

After the box was opened, the dark universe spread into the box, and the center of it was a meandering galaxy.

One can imagine how beautiful it would be if there was music and the galaxy flowing inside.

Lin Yan saw that his long finger touched the switch, and his Adam's apple rolled, and then he stretched out his hand to hold him, "There is no music yet..."

He met Qiao Yu's gaze, lowered his eyes and looked away, "I'll supply you later, but now...not yet."

To Lin Yan's surprise, Qiao Yu didn't let go, but instead said, "Yan Yan, look here."

"...What?" Lin Yan looked up, just in time to see Qiao Yu turning around and seeing an extra easel by the bed——

Cold black, cold gray, chalk... A variety of colors burst into a three-dimensional picture after being blended, blended, layered and separated.

It is clearly a dark universe, but it gives people the illusion of seeing starlight coming from far away light-years away.

"Happy New Year." Qiao Yu's smile deepened, and her eyes fell on him, watching him walk over, reaching out to touch the half-finished painting.

Lin Yan was wearing his shirt, which just covered his thighs. Outside the French windows behind him, the snowy night was torn apart by the dawn, and the lake and mountains were covered with blue and white.

The drawing paper is like a mirror.

The inside and outside of the painting are like the inside and outside of a mirror. They are obviously two different worlds, but they seem to be the same universe and the same starlight.

It is his own "Self-Portrait".

The floor-to-ceiling windows cut off the storm outside, and the room was quiet and silent, but Qiao Yu seemed to hear the familiar sound of the piano coming from the depths of time.

Some people imagined him to be radiant, while others demanded that he be flawless.

But no one has ever discovered that it is his star shining on his imperfection that makes him shine so brightly.

Lin Yan looked at him sideways, and smiled with canine teeth, revealing a smile that Qiao Yu was not allowed to see at the beginning. It was pure and beautiful, and there were still materials on the cheeks that had just been stained with a paintbrush.

It's just that Omega said mercilessly, "Who allowed you to draw me on the door? What I want to see is your "Self-Portrait."

That is his Yanyan.

his star.

Qiao Yu went over and wiped off the paint on his cheeks, took his hand to hold the paintbrush, and outlined an illuminated island on the painting——

It obviously does not conform to the "Basic Law", but it is extremely harmonious.

"Look again, I'm already in the painting."

He doesn't need to be "perfect" anymore.

Because he has seen starlight.

——Volume [-]·Light·End——

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel "Viviwu" for irrigating the nutrient solution +3~吃吃咲~