The people I chased later became my backup tires.

This is a somewhat messy studio, the mottled paint has been trampled on the wooden floor, perhaps it has not been wiped off for a long time, and it even has a hardened texture.

There are many stunning and evocative paintings of different colors on the walls of the studio. Small wall lamps are placed on those paintings one by one. Floating aesthetic highlights come.

The orange light at dusk shone into the studio through the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, and finally showed the outline of the male owner of the studio.

The man has short shoulder-length brown hair that is slightly curly. The short hair was half-tied up casually by the owner, and occasionally a few strands scattered to the beautifully curved forehead.

He has a pair of affectionate but sharp phoenix eyes, which have a dark blue texture, like a storm in the deep sea.

The man's face is three-dimensional, with deep outlines, and he looks a bit like a foreigner.

There is no doubt that this is an extremely handsome and even delicate man.

There was a drawing board in front of the man, which was a half-painted portrait, and he still held a paintbrush mixed with paint in his hand.

The main tone of the background of the portrait is a black distant mountain, and in the painting is a half-painted handsome man.

The only strange thing is that the whole portrait is half painted, it looks like a body that has been neatly cut in half.

At first glance, the past is so realistic that it is horrifying.

Because the eyes of the man in the painting are really strange, frivolous and confused, and the brown eyes are condensed with indifferent mist.

He was set off by that background like a demon. While bewitching people's hearts, he also made people willing to degenerate.

The curly-haired man looked at the man in the painting with obsession in his eyes, and his slender fingertips stained with some bright red paint slightly touched the perfect profile of the man in the painting. After a while, he retracted his fingertips.

His face was getting redder and redder, and a smell of lust slowly permeated from the inside to the outside of his whole body.

There was a low and magnetic gasp in the studio, which was ambiguous and meandering.

The setting sun slowly fell into the furnace, leaving only a few light colors in the sky.

The studio finally fell silent. The man's fingertips had some strange liquid condensed. He wiped it casually with a paper towel and threw it aside. Then he eagerly clicked on his phone, entered a few words, and started watching today's video. replay.

This replay is from a piano competition held in Fog City.

The one that appeared the most in the replay footage was the handsome man in the man's painting.

The man in the painting is Xie Yu, a talented pianist and his boyfriend.

The two have been together for almost half a year.

The man looked at the elegant and charming pianist in the replay with a bit of fascination, and his breathing began to become short again.

Facing Xie Yu, he couldn't bear it for long.

Those loves and desires are like flower buds growing in cracks, which cannot be extinguished no matter what.

It is fire, but also mist, Xie Yu is his muse, the god he worships.

The door of the studio was suddenly twisted, and the sound was familiar. The man's face suddenly showed a bit of panic. He was almost at a loss and wanted to clean up the terrible room.

He did not expect that Xie Yu would come to the studio today.

Xie Yu casually unscrewed the door of the studio, there was a strange smell mixed with gouache in the room, he couldn't help but frowned in disgust.

"Cui Baixi, what are you doing?"

Xie Yu's brown eyes were somewhat misty, as if they were ruthless and indifferent, and he looked at the half of the painting that had not had time to be covered with a somewhat ugly expression.

"Didn't I tell you not to draw me? Are you sick?"

Xie Yu's face was a bit gloomy. He looked at the crumpled toilet paper lying on the ground and the wet spots on the painting, his face became colder, and the small mole at the end of his eye was like cold snow.

The man called Cui Baixi lowered his head slightly, without saying a word, but the circles of his eyes were slightly red.

Crystal drops of water slowly slipped from his eye sockets, like blooming flowers.

Xie Yu became even more impatient. He frowned slightly, looked down at the man and said, "Cui Baixi, I won't bother you about this matter today."

Cui Baixi blinked slightly, the tears seemed to be retracted freely, and he stopped crying with only Xie Yu's words.

Xie Yu pulled his lips, and said with a bit of indifference in his eyes: "I'm here to tell you today, let's break up."

Cui Baixi's whole body was slightly stiff, and it was only after a while that he said with a sour voice: "What's wrong? Why did you break up?"

Xie Yu didn't want to talk to him, so he just frowned and said, "I don't like it anymore, it's that simple."

Cui Baixi looked at him with red eyes: "When you pursued me before, you clearly said that you would always be with me, and I have always believed in your words."

Xie Yu put one hand in his hair, his beautiful face was slightly tilted back, and his voice was a bit impatient: "Cui Baixi, you also said that was before, not to mention who can stand your perverted habit, I can bear you for half a year. Not bad."

Cui Baixi clenched his fists tightly and stared at the man.

Seeing him like this, Xie Yu nodded slightly indifferently and said: "That's it, I'll go first, Mr. Cui."

"Are you in love with someone else?"

Cui Baixi said in a low voice, his voice was very hoarse, and it sounded a bit pitiful.

Xie Yu paused slightly, and said lightly: "If you know it, why bother to ask?"

The footsteps slowly disappeared, followed by the sound of the door being closed.

Cui Baixi's eye sockets were as red as if painted with red paint.

In fact, he had heard from the very beginning that this famous and elegant pianist was a playful and sentimental guy.

It's just that the time he spent with Xie Yu surpassed every one of Xie Yu's exes, except for Xie Yu's first love, Bai Yueguang.

So he began to hope that he could become the second Mr. Bai Yueguang in Xie Yu's heart.

He started to learn from that Xie Yu's Bai Yueguang from the clothes, and then the temperament and language.

Cui Baixi has his own way of obtaining information, knowing that Mr. Bai Yueguang likes to call Xie Yu "you", so he started to learn like a cat or a tiger.

It is undeniable that Cui Baixi is successful, at least compared to Xie Yu's previous lovers who only dated for a day or two, he is very successful and well-planned.

Xie Yu also had a sweet past with him.

But now all this, including his dream, has been broken.

Broken by the hands of his lover, but also by his own strange idiosyncrasies.

After all, Xie Yu abandoned him and fell in love with others.

Cui Baixi couldn't stop his tears. He looked at the unfinished painting, but the obsession in his eyes was still uncontrollable.

Xie Yu is right, he is a pervert.

But this pervert is loving him with a fiery beating heart, but Xie Yu abandons him.

Xie Yuban was leaning on the seat in front of the black and white piano, with a slender cigarette sandwiched between the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, the smoke swirled around and half covered his brown eyes, and the broken hair on his forehead fell a few points, This man is so beautiful that people doubt whether he really exists in the world.

"This world is a bit interesting. At the beginning, it actually asked me to attack irrelevant characters."

The system scratched its head: "The host is big, what's wrong?"

It was half nestled in Xie Yu's arms, revealing its soft white belly, nestled together with white fluff, looking delicate and cute.

Xie Yu glanced at it, and rubbed its belly very seriously, it didn't look like it was sucking cats at all.

"no problem."

He slowly took another puff of the cigarette, and the smoke overflowed from his nose and lips, like a silent and sexy modern painting.

In a daze, the system seemed to understand why the artist liked to secretly paint Xie Yu so much.

Xie Yu's handsome appearance is certainly one aspect, but his elegant and flowing temperament is also rare.

He has superb piano skills, and has won countless awards since he was a child. He has become famous and has countless fans.

Not to mention, Xie Yu, who is already charming enough, is still a double-faced faction.

The opposite of elegance is his promiscuity and fickleness.

The pianist is handsome and affectionate, elegant and dignified in front of the audience, with gentle glasses on the bridge of the nose, slender joints, wearing a pair of white silk gloves, he has a thrilling charm.

In front of those who know him, he is promiscuous and playful, ostentatious and arrogant, he can play around, go shopping, drink and smoke to play with people's hearts.

The rumored pianist is changeable in front of his lover. He can be gentle and tender, straightforward and fiery, explicit and passionate.

He never concealed his romantic history, and his frank appearance made people love and hate him.

Those lovers all know that the pianist is a prodigal son with a chaotic private life, but people always have some unrealistic fantasies. Every lover of Xie Yu fantasizes that he is the one who saves Xie Yu.

There is no doubt that these lovers are failures, even failures.

Xie Yu still fell in love with the next one and dumped the previous one, without delay, making people wonder if he has a heart for lovers.

But even so, there are still countless people going forward, just to get a pianist's downcast eyes.

Xie Yu likes the character of this body very much this time, wanton, unrestrained, sentimental, playing with people's hearts, and is not responsible.

The rare thing in this world made him relax a little bit, and Xie Yu didn't collapse too closely on the persona. After all, enjoying life is sometimes a very important thing.

Xie Yu put the half-burned smoke on his fingertips into the ashtray on one side. He slowly bit off the white gloves covering his knuckles, and his slender knuckles lightly brushed the black and white keys.

The pianist has a moon-like cold white skin, with several light blue blood vessels on the back of his hands. His lips are like roses, and his eyebrows are like distant mountains. He looks like Adonis, a beautiful boy who has attracted the pity of the gods in the legend.

He lowered his eyes quietly, his knuckles sank into the keys slightly, and the melodious sound of the piano flowed out from under his palm.

It is Adilina by the water.

The author has something to say: Hehehe, do you like this flamboyant, flamboyant little fish~

The setting of this world I like giao very much

Sisters can mention the characters they want to see by themselves, and crowdfunding will do wonders

I will try my best to make this world perfect and lonely~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles of Zhoulan; 2 bottles of Xiaoxiao; 1 bottle of Momo, it’s me;

Woo love sister wants to be my sister's little sweetheart wants to explode in my sister's palm and be my sister's sweetheart