[Tutorial] Butterfly Effect

"Sit down and don't move."

"Let you sit down!"

"No- Xu-move-"

"Hey, are you ADHD...!"

Ah Qing waved the paintbrush angrily, and the paint mixed with water splashed around, expressing her sense of collapse at this moment.She stared angrily at the impatient man sitting in front of the piano, and just wanted to smear a box of paint on his face.

It has been half a year since the relationship with the prison temple, but it has been peaceful without any waves during the past six months. Ganga has indeed rejected Francisco's request as the prison temple believed, and Viola's marriage has been slowed down again and again.And she happened to be able to enjoy this rare leisure.

Ah Qing actually just wanted to draw the quiet expression of the other party leaning on the piano.Helpless, the other party looks so stable and indifferent on weekdays, but when she was a model, she was like a child who couldn't sit still - from time to time, she scratched her hair, curled her lips, and quietly moved her legs and feet, which made her enough There are reasons to crash.

Prison Temple raised his beautiful silver-gray eyebrows, put his hand on the piano cover and dragged it to dry, and looked at the angry woman in front of him with a half-smile.He was pretending to be obsequious, but now he looked extremely lively, and his beautiful peach eyes were filled with vitality and freshness.

"You, what are you doing..." Ah Qing put the pen on the drawing board, and glared at him with a reddish face.

"...Of course, look at you." There was a trace of ridicule in the prison temple's mouth, and his slightly hoarse voice echoed leisurely in the empty piano room, carrying an irresistible charm.

Ah Qing glanced at the man, and raised her delicate willow eyebrows.

"What's wrong with you recently, your brain has been smashed? Who did you learn this glib tone from!" Ah Qing crossed her legs and leaned on the back of the chair.She folded her arms around her chest and pursed her lips straight, like a teacher educating students.

"Hmph. Stupid woman, who do you think I am. I am self-taught." Prison Temple smiled proudly, revealing his disdain once again.

No matter how many words that make people blush and heartbeat, just a stupid woman can beat him back to his original shape.Even if they are together now, the prison temple has never called her name, and women still call her long and short every day, and it seems that they can't get tired of calling her.

Of course Ah Qing thinks that the biggest possibility is that he feels awkward.Prison Temple is always good at giving others nicknames, baseball idiot, stupid cow, lawn head... which one is not from his mouth.Even if it's something that happened when I was young.

Looking at the half-finished painting, Ah Qing suddenly became restless.She turned her head and gave Guisi a vicious look, and then gave up the mood to continue.Now that the interest has been lost, it will only get worse if it continues.

"I won't draw anymore." She curled her lips, her beautiful eyes were a little bit coquettish and drunk.

Prison Temple was stunned for a moment, and then his expression returned to his usual look, mixed with a rare cautiousness: "...Hey, woman, you won't be angry, right?"

Ah Qing rolled his eyes, looking at the prison temple surrounded by sunlight in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, his elegant body line was outlined by the backlight, half of his anger disappeared immediately.Her boyfriend was a handsome man with picturesque features, and she lost her temper just because of that.Isn't she just like a child, her big sister will guide him well.

The twilight fell into the room through the window, casting a halo of grotesque.And Prison Si sat on the piano bench by the window, with his arm propped on the piano cover, just looking at her like the most beautiful scenery.

She sighed softly again.You can't even think about turning an inexperienced person into a model. It's inevitable that you can't help but want to move.And her original intention was just to record how the prison temple and the piano fit together.

She closed the paint box, then got up and walked to the side of the grand piano, sat on the piano bench and lightly leaned on Guisi's shoulder.

"I can't draw anymore, so I'm not angry with you. Play the piano for me."

Prison Temple was stunned for a moment, and his face was flushed again.

No matter how many times, Qing always takes the initiative.And he will always be guided in this relationship like a young child who can't think about it. He is not willing, but every time he thinks that impulsiveness will bring trouble to this woman... It's really a strange sense of shame.

He nodded, and then opened the white piano cover.

The slender fingers rest on the keys, and the jade-like fingertips slide over the black and white keys, as crisp and sweet as beads falling on a jade plate.

Ah Qing doesn't really understand the charm of classical music.But she likes the appearance of prison temple playing the piano, the pouring out of the piano sound is sometimes melodious and long, sometimes impassioned, just like his mood is changeable, but it has the attraction that makes her stop and stay.She also doesn't understand the charm of Qin Se and Ming, but one meter of sunshine, one piano sound, and a couple are the things she can think of that are enough to be happy.

She closed her eyes, feeling the vibration of the keys and the frame, the black and white movements of the fingers of the people around her, and her own heartbeat.It's not bad if time stops here.

The sound of the zither flowing like clouds and flowing water is sweet, like a clear spring flowing slowly, calming her heart.

The melody of the piano suddenly changed, and the familiar notes lingered in Ah Qing's heart. She opened her dark brown eyes, which were as deep as an endless starry night, and the fluctuations of the stars condensed into the most dazzling light spots.

It was "Dream Wedding".It is one of the few piano pieces that she is familiar with.

Ah Qing turned his head to look at the serious side face of the prison temple, the sculpture-like ups and downs shone secretly under the warm light, the little golden fluff on the tip of the nose looked very cute.But something slowly collapsed in her heart, she just wanted to never stop the sound of the piano, stay here forever, and not rush to the final chapter.This song is not as romantic as the name, but she fell into it unconsciously.

The final sound ended between the fingers of Prison Temple.Because of his familiarity with the piano, the lines of his face have also softened, and there is a slight curvature around his mouth.

"Well—no matter how many times I listen to it, I'm envious of you, a little brat, who can play such a nice tone." A Qing took the hand of the prison temple, and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"I'm not a brat! And even if you praise me, I won't appreciate you, a stupid woman." Although Gui Si said awkwardly, the hardness in his eyes softened little by little, and finally flowed into a bend of green spring water.

"Yes—yes—I see—" Ah Qing drew the end of the voice, with a bit of coquettishness and softness, and made a grimace.There were charming little wrinkles on the bridge of her tall nose, and her eyes were sparkling, "The respected Lord Priest, I'll give you a gift." She covered her moist water chestnut lips, giggling.

In the past six months, Peng Gelie's affairs, big and small, went smoothly, and Ah Qing never encountered any danger.Ah Gang also gradually felt relieved and sent her out to do some missions that she knew about, but she still couldn't take it lightly.Ah Qing and Ji Si have become people who are bound together to go on missions. Occasionally they will encounter danger, but they can always save themselves from danger.Like an innate tacit understanding, as long as each other can overcome difficulties.

What worried Ganga the most was what Skylark raised, that is, every witness died before or after their marriage.Every time A Gang sees the prison temple, he always sighs in his heart, wondering if he should tell the two people who cherish each other about this matter.

The situation proposed by Skylark has not yet appeared, but Pengo Li's super intuition told Ganga that this danger seems to be getting closer.Ah Qing's face became more and more beautiful, like a dew-stained rose under the rising sun, with an indescribable charm—and her hair color was finally the same as Sylvia's, becoming Dressed in the color of ink in the starry night.

Ah Qing was also very clear in her heart, and her uneasiness gradually expanded.The calmer the sea, the more difficult and dangerous the subsequent storm will be.But only now, only now, she wants to enjoy this rare time.

She picked up the somewhat dry pen, then sat back beside the prison temple, and took his hand.

Prison Temple's hands are very fair, with well-defined and slender fingers.There is a thin layer of calluses on the palm, which is the result of years of using guns-it is a proof of the blood and blood, and it is stained with darkness.

She drew a circle on the middle finger of the prison temple, and the soft tip of the pen slid across the itchy skin, leaving a gorgeous mark.

"I'll give you the ring." She spread the prison temple's hands and smiled as immaturely as a five-year-old child.

Prison Temple rolled her eyes as usual, but his eyes were very gentle.He took the pen and slid a line on Ah Qing's middle finger, but it was crooked, completely different from the round line between his fingers.

"Hahahahaha—how do you draw like a worm crawling." Ah Qing couldn't help laughing, the softness on his face was rippling, and his eyes were filled with gentle starlight.

"Whispering!" He shook off the pen and blew on his fingers.The traces of the paint dry up quickly, and the bright colors become a little gray in an instant.

"Huh? After the paint dries, it really doesn't look as good as when it was first put on." Ah Qing shook the twisted round thread in his hand, and pursed his gorgeous lips.In fact, no matter what it is, it is always the most gorgeous at the beginning, and as time goes by, it will be slowly covered by dust, dried and forgotten.

She couldn't help feeling a little depressed.

"Of course the drawing is not good-looking." Prison Temple glared at her, looking at the lines in his hand that looked like kindergarten works.Both adults in their 20s turned out to be childish.

"I'm drawing very hard—" Ah Qing glared back at him.

To be honest, according to her real age, she is already 29 years old.She is already an old woman who is about to enter her thirties.Except for this body, everything else has slowly aged.And the man around me is only 22 years old, both physically and mentally, which is a very good time.

Ah Qing pursed her lips, looking at the twisted lines between her fingers like crawling insects, she couldn't help thinking about it.If it was the original her, she might have entered the marriage hall and had children according to the matchmaker's advice, but now she is still struggling in this world, living an unknown age.

Looking at the gradually darkening eyes of the woman in front of him, the prison temple couldn't help being upset for a while.Of course he knew what this stupid woman was thinking.She has been homesick many times, feeling that she is getting old.And he also knew that this was just a temporary tranquility.As smart as him, how could he not investigate everything, how could he not see the emotion in Judaime's eyes.Pushing the day forward like walking on thin ice, every step is trembling.

"Hey, stupid woman." He moved his Adam's apple, and his low voice was a bit dry, as if he had made a lot of determination, "What's so good about the drawing, it's so ugly."

Ah Qing came back to his senses and glared at him again, his coquettish expression was bright and moving, hazy and blurred in the blend of sunlight and mist, as if it would break if touched.

"...I'll give you a real treat. Hmph, but I don't expect a woman like you to appreciate me."

>>>

The silver ring lingers on the middle finger with gorgeous colors, shining brightly.

This is the first gift from Prison Temple to her.It also means that she has her own heart.Ah Qing never thought that in this world that did not belong to her, she could find someone to befriend and cherish each other, but now there is someone wearing the same ring as her, gently holding her hand.

The author has something to say:

/ w Alas.My subconscious mind always feels that Prison Temple is not like a person who can fall in love, no matter how I write it, there is a magical sense of awkwardness...

But I do love this kid so much T^T heart-stuck.

Listening to Kikujiro's summer will have different effects... In short, I will feel very touching when I type.