Cannon fodder who wears books is a goblin

Angry men are not easy to coax.

Especially when this man is called Qi Shaoyang, it is even more difficult to coax.

He does not show mountains, does not show water, and his movements and expressions are the same as usual.

But Lin Cen knew he was unhappy.

The whole body exudes the breath of needing to be coaxed by him.

Finally, after Lin Cen ceded the land and asked Quan to lie in Qi Shaoyang's arms and let him hold the bag tied on top of his head to play for a while, this awkward mood improved.

He lay on Qi Shaoyang's lap, pillowing his head in a very comfortable position.

"Actually, I think what you said may be right. We might have met each other in our previous life. Otherwise, where did you dream of my previous appearance?"

Qi Shaoyang lowered his head, stroked Lin Cen's smooth long hair once in a while, his eyes were indifferent, and he asked casually, "I don't even know what kind of monster you are, you are a cat, and that girl raised you Master?"

His temper is delicate and irritable, just like a kitten.

"Cat? The kind of gadget that is held in the arms of a human and pretends to be silly with its fur?" There was obvious disdain in this tone.

Qi Shaoyang ruled out this option in his mind.

"That's...a fox?" Qi Shaoyang asked tentatively.

Among all kinds of literary works, the vixen appears the most.

Lin Cen was speechless, "Can you stop being so clichéd!"

Originally, he wanted to ask who the girl who named Lin Cen belonged to, but after so many questions, Qi Shaoyang's curiosity was really aroused.

He pondered, "Lin Cen is for the steep appearance, could it be—"

Lin Cen stared at him intently.

Qi Shaoyang's tone was affirmative, "It's a mountain demon!"

Lin Cen: "..."

I am as tall as you! !

He stretched out his hand, and squeezed Qi Shaoyang's face fiercely, and a very obvious red mark appeared on the stern and stern face of President Qi.

Lin Cen snorted, and before Qi Shaoyang came out from the dazed pain on his face, he turned into his original shape directly on his lap.

Qi Shaoyang felt a light touch on his legs, and the cold touch seemed to penetrate into the bone marrow through a thin layer of trousers.

He lifted Pipa from his lap, and asked Pipa hesitantly, "Lin Cen?"

The strings on the lute rang without anyone.

Qi Shaoyang breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably.

He looked at the pipa he was holding in his hands, full of amazement.

The whole body of the pipa is blue, transparent blue, dotted with a little smudged white. If you look closely, it seems that there are stars flowing in it, and it is a dream-like color.

Qi Shaoyang dragged the body of the piano with one hand, and gently stroked the strings with the other hand. The smooth and translucent strings could not be seen to be made of any material. Even in the dark of the car, there was a faint streamer of light flickering.

The moment the fingertips touched the strings, both the qin and the person shook at the same time.

Involuntarily, fingers twirled the strings of the qin, smooth music flowed out from between Qi Shaoyang's fingers, and the pipa trembled in his arms, like the same trembling after thousands of years.

Yubai's light spots emerged from the pipa, Qi Shaoyang kept his hands on his hands, but his expression became more and more dazed and shocked.

It was as if another soul was manipulating him in his body, and those light spots turned into endless grief and penetrated into his limbs and bones.

He saw the banner waving in the wind amidst the mountains of knives and the sea of ​​blood, and amidst the fire and tears, it turned into the despair on Lin Cen's face that was burned by the fire.

The song is over.

Qi Shaoyang was already in tears.

……

Vehicle steady situation on the road.

The atmosphere in the car was inexplicably depressed.

Lin Cen closed his eyes and hung his head without saying a word, Qi Shaoyang also relaxed his body and leaned against the window.

The driver couldn't help but glanced back.

Boss Qi's eyes were red, and the tip of his nose was also a little red. There were several balls of tissues in the small trash can in the back seat. Other than that, the clothes of the two of them couldn't be more neat.

Before he got out of the car, the two of them touched shoulder to shoulder and held hands. When he came up, the two of them didn't seem to be driving a car, but rather had an argument, and Boss Qi seemed to be crying in anger.

cry? !

The driver looked up in shock, and happened to meet Qi Shaoyang's eyes in the rearview mirror.

His eyes were heavy and sharp, and even though the tip of his nose was red, he didn't feel pitiful at all, on the contrary, he was even more murderous than usual.

The driver was startled, lowered his head and looked at the road seriously, and didn't dare to separate his mind to move forward.

The car stopped when it was still some distance away from Wei Du's house.

After asking the driver to drive the car back, Qi Shaoyang stood on the side of the road sullenly, and Lin Cen slapped him on the back angrily, "Why are you so angry? I didn't make you cry. What's wrong with you? so heavy!"

Qi Shaoyang staggered when he patted him, his stern expression couldn't hold back.

He pursed his lips, stretched his face and looked back at Lin Cen.

Lin Cen glared at him not to be outdone, "What are you looking at, who is darker than anyone else?!"

Qi Shaoyang's eyes flickered, and he begged helplessly in a low voice, "Help me."

Lin Cen was suspicious, "Help you for what?"

Qi Shaoyang seemed a little embarrassed, quickly pointed to his eyes and nose, then withdrew his hand, pressed it against the seam of his suit trousers, and stood upright with no expression on his face.

There was a smile in Lin Cen's eyes. He pretended not to understand, and waved his hands impatiently: "How can I know what you want to express if you don't make it clear? What's wrong with your eyes and nose? I feel that I'm ugly and not worthy of me. Help you get a facelift?"

It was the first time Qi Shaoyang had encountered such an embarrassing thing in such a big age.

He hadn't cried since he was an unconscious baby.

He is an indomitable man who bleeds, sweats and does not shed tears.

What he supports is the sky of the Qi family. He can be cruel and violent, but he can't be weak.

Not to mention that she was still crying in front of the person she wanted to protect.

He said in a deep voice, "I can't find Wei Du like this."

Lin Cen said, "Then I will go by myself."

Qi Shaoyang's eyes sharpened suddenly, and he vetoed it immediately: "No!"

After finishing speaking, he seemed to be shocked by the sudden desire to possess and control, and his body stiffened for a moment.

It was Lin Cen who poked his forehead fiercely with his finger.

Facing him super fiercely: "Why are you so fierce!"

Qi Shaoyang let out a breath from his chest and abdomen, rubbed his forehead with a wry smile, "Sorry, I..."

"Forget it, it's okay, I forgive you."

Lin Cen glanced at the little red mark on Qi Shaoyang's forehead with some guilty conscience, maybe it was a sign of slight swelling due to too much strength.

He spread his five fingers around Qi Shaoyang's face, and a faint gleam floated out from his palm and landed on Qi Shaoyang's face.

Soon, the soreness in the eye sockets and nose disappeared.

Qi Shaoyang breathed a sigh of relief.

He smiled, "So powerful."

Lin Cen raised his chin proudly, "Of course, I don't even look at who I am. I am the first monster to give birth to intelligence from musical instruments!"

That proud little appearance, as if one more compliment to him could raise his tail to the sky.

Seeing Lin Cen like this, the last trace of depression in Qi Shaoyang's heart dissipated.

The vague thoughts and pictures in his mind disappeared when Lin Cen raised his eyebrows and smiled.

He looked at him, his eyes were dark, like the unfathomable depth of the sea billions of feet below, yet softly rippling into a ball of warm water.

Lin Cen, who was in despair in the fire, will never be there again.

Because he is there.

The author has something to say: Lin Xiaocen, you don't understand fluff! !

Take a breath, you can ascend to immortality

The color of the lute, see the cover!