[Slow Travel] How to show affection correctly

When Gu Junluo changed his clothes and went downstairs, the butler had already placed the tableware.

Bai Mo looked at Gu Junluo who pulled out the chair and sat down, and found that strange feeling began to appear in his heart again. The deep sadness seemed to come from the depths of the soul, and it surged up uncontrollably. Submerge him completely.

"Bai Mo?"

Hearing Gu Junluo's voice, Bai Mo looked over subconsciously, and met a pair of dark blue eyes.

Bai Mo was stunned for a second, then shook his head again.

"fine."

He himself couldn't explain the sudden feeling, maybe he was too deeply affected by the song in the afternoon, Bai Mo comforted himself like this.

Gu Junluo didn't say anything more.

He actually came back very early today. He was in a good mood thinking about what happened in the morning, but he didn't expect to see such a scene when he stepped into the gate of the villa.

The setting sun was fiery red, and Gu Junluo could see the piano room full of golden afterglow at a glance. It was obviously a warm color, but for some reason, the person sitting in front of the piano was lonely and sad.

Bai Mo arched his back, and the shadow fell on his face, as if he was carrying something heavy, which would completely crush him in the next second.

Gu Junluo's heart ached in an instant.

It shouldn't be like this...

Bai Mo should be shining and smiling proudly, it shouldn't be like this.

He stood there for a long time until it was completely dark.

He thought of the Bai Mo who amazed everyone at the banquet, the stubborn Bai Mo who spoke harshly to him, and finally all the shadows turned into the well-behaved Bai Mo who was coquettishly saying that he was hungry in his arms this morning.

The palm of the hand seemed to still have the soft touch of the hair, Gu Junluo tightened his curled fingers and held it tightly.

Maybe he really did something wrong, but he doesn't regret it.

No matter what happens in the end, whether Bai Mo compromises and accepts his fate, or hates and hates him, he will never let go.

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In the next few weeks, the two continued to repeat such an ordinary life.

In the morning, even if Gu Junluo woke up earlier, he would just hold the person in his arms like this, and when Bai Mo woke up, he would say "good morning" to him, and then kiss Bai Mo lightly on the forehead Get up later.

After having breakfast together, Gu Junluo would leave for the company. Bai Mo knew that he was very busy recently, so he didn't ask to go out.

Bai Mo looked at the faint blue eyes of the man, and felt as if he was being oppressed by something, feeling stuffy and uncomfortable.

He knew that he couldn't help, so he could only behave more obediently, so as not to let Gu Junluo spend any more energy worrying about him.He stays quietly in the piano room of the villa every day, playing the piano or reading a book while sitting on the carpet with the cushions, and having dinner together after Gu Junluo returns home at night.

The occasional closest contact between the two of them was just a lingering kiss. Bai Mo didn't think about what the two men would do, and Gu Junluo didn't want to break the atmosphere between them.

Gu Junluo has never been a dull person.

He vaguely felt that something happened to Bai Mo, which caused his attitude towards himself to be different from the beginning.

He also considered whether to investigate the reason behind this, but the idea was immediately rejected as soon as it appeared.

When I have never experienced this kind of warm relationship, I don't expect it because I don't know the beauty of it, but once I try it, even Gu Junluo, who is decisive in dealing with things, can't help but become cautious.

He was afraid of seeing Bai Mo's appearance that day again, and even more afraid of returning to the stage where he could only sing a one-man show.

He could only be nicer to Bai Mo, or better.

He will give him everything but leave.

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Bai Mo was in trouble.

He came to the piano room after Gu Junluo went out as usual, but no matter how many times he played "Song of the Wild Goose" today, his points did not change.

Bai Mo stopped and began to think about the reason.

In the past few days, as the number of playing times has increased, the sadness brought to me by that piece has become less and less.

It is possible that when he played the penultimate time yesterday and the piece had no effect on him, the points had stopped increasing, but he hadn't noticed it all the time.

Bai Mo thought about it, and now he can only write another piece of music with the help of Hei.

There is a new bookshelf in the corner of the piano room, which was prepared by Gu Junluo after he discovered that Bai Mo preferred to stay here. On the bookshelf are neatly placed books related to various fields, and in the drawer below are several stacks of books. Blank staves.

After taking the pen and paper, Bai Mo went upstairs and returned to his room to call out the black book.

In just a split second, that familiar sense of mystery immediately surrounded him.Bai Mo allowed himself to immerse himself in it, to experience it carefully, but this time, he seemed to hear a familiar voice.

He tried hard to focus on what was being said, but no matter what he did it was in vain.The voice seemed to be blocked by the thick fog, ethereal and illusory, gradually became smaller as time passed, and finally disappeared completely beside the ears.

When he regained consciousness from that familiar feeling, Bai Mo found that he was not as exhausted as last time, but felt that everything in front of him felt a very unreal sense of drifting.

He rubbed his eyes and took a closer look, but the strange feeling just now disappeared.

Bai Mo didn't pay much attention, and focused on the score in his hand.

This time the piece is longer than "The Cry of the Wild Goose", and the score has six pages.When Bai Mo put away the black book and was about to go to the piano room to try this new piece, the dedicated housekeeper knocked on the door and told Bai Mo that lunch was ready.

Bai Mo had no choice but to put the piano score away first.

He didn't dare to make up his mind to not eat on time anymore. The last time he forgot to eat lunch because he was too fascinated by reading, Gu Junluo taught him a lesson when he found out about it. As for the way of teaching... Bai Mo I don't want to recall it because it's too embarrassing.

Today's lunch surprised Bai Mo, because there were boiled fish fillets!You must know that I have never eaten since I came to this world.

Gu Junluo was very strict with him in these aspects.

When he first discovered that Bai Mo hardly ate vegetables and only had a soft spot for meat, Gu Junluo was still very conniving.

"If you don't like it, don't eat it." He said while feeding the peeled shrimp into Bai Mo's mouth.

However, in this situation, one day after Bai Mo mentioned that he wanted to eat spicy food, and his stomach hurt all night after being stimulated by the chopped pepper fish head, Gu Junluo was no longer used to him.

Spicy food is not allowed, and the housekeeper is instructed to prepare two small dishes of stir-fried or boiled vegetables for each meal, and Bai Mo must eat them all.

"You yourself are very picky eaters, and you never touch anything you don't like." Bai Mo complained at the bowl of vegetables that were too bland, but after a helpless and gentle "obedient" tone, he was still spineless finished eating.

Thinking of these things, Bai Mo couldn't help but eat another big bowl of spicy fish fillets.

At this time, Bai Mo did not expect that the song he got a few hours ago would cause him to fall into the vortex named "Gu Junluo" from now on, and he would never be able to escape.