Thinking about how to break up every day [system]

At night, the dark starry sky shields the stars, and the thick black seems to cover the entire earth.

He got out of bed, changed his clothes, lit a box of spices and stuffed it through the crack of the side door, and hiked to the bathroom.

In the half-length mirror of the bathroom, the man's face was cold, his eyes were sharp, and he could see the indifference in his eyes when he opened them slightly.

This is a face that is completely different from that of the daytime. The gentleness of the pretense is thrown away, and the inside that is exposed is more condensed.

Song Qianyi brushed his teeth, washed his face, and dried it with a towel like a machine. His expressionless handsome face pulled his lips and revealed a thin and cold smile.

He took the paint he bought and went out.

With the sound of the door card beeping, Song Qianyi looked at the apartment in the darkness, except for one or two windows with weak lights, the others were silent in the night.

The street lights on the street were also on and off, and it was pitch black at his destination.

But this darkness has no effect on him, he can completely avoid stumbling blocks when walking, and move forward neatly.

In a square, colorful lights illuminate the wide area.

On the north side of the square, on the street near the university, in a paint shop.

He opened the door and went in.

Soon, the lights came on.

The door was locked.

He walked into the innermost part slowly, the smell of various paints mixed together, Song Qianyi slowly walked to an oil painting.

He pressed somewhere in the painting, and a secret door opened.

Song Qian also went in.

The sound of his footsteps came from the narrow stairs, amplified bit by bit in this empty basement, and the sound of footsteps echoed inside.

Not long after, the road ahead widened. Song Qianyi stopped and stared ahead.

"Woooo..."

In front of him, a girl whose mouth was gagged and whose hands and feet were bound was crying and choking.

After seeing Song Qianyi, the other party's eyes lit up, rolled over on the ground, and whimpered against Song Qianyi's legs, his eyes full of hope.

Song Qianyi lowered his eyelids and raised his eyelids. There was not much tenderness on his always gentle face. Looking at it quietly, it looked like a pool of stagnant water. When he thought about it carefully, he would feel a little terrified.

Song Qianyi tore off the transparent glue with considerable strength and speed. With the shaking of her hand, the girl let out a painful scream.

But soon, the girl lowered her body and hugged Song Qianyi's thigh as if she was embracing hope. Her face was terrified and her body was still shaking.

Veins were showing on her white and tender hands, her eyes widened in fright, and her voice was trembling, "Professor Song... help me, there are murderers here, let's call the police, are you also arrested? Help!" Help me, please."

She seemed to have grasped the life-saving straw, and she had nothing else to say except those few words to save me.

Song Qianyi, who had been waiting for a long time, was very disappointed, and had no patience to wait any longer.

"Professor Song..." The girl's cheeks were filled with tears, she was a little embarrassed and a little shy, "As long as you save me, you can do anything to me..."

She looked at Song Qianyi expectantly.

Song Qianyi laughed, so indifferent in the quiet environment.

Soon, he gave the answer.

The silver-white cold light faintly reveals the girl's terrified face.

"You are so dirty, I don't want to give you to him." Song Qianyi slowly wiped the art knife, and the white gloves that perfectly matched his slender hands were stained red.

He looked at his artwork indifferently and obsessively, and gave a slight snort, feeling that it was not very good-looking.

——It cannot be given as a gift.

Song Qianyi started in disgust, and after about an hour, a lifelike oil painting appeared in front of his eyes.

Song Qianyi turned on the warm light, adjusted the angle of the painting, put on new gloves, and put all the dirty things into a black plastic bag.

Finally, he stood three meters away, took out his camera, and commemorated his perfect work.

After doing this, he skillfully picked up tools to clean the stains and traces here.

When he did all this, there was no excited expression on his face, only when the oil painting was finished did he show a little happy expression.

He has done these things smoothly, even with his eyes closed, he can see that he is not in a hurry, as calm as playing a coloring game.

After Song Qianyi finished processing, the sky in Xia Ye was already a little bright. Shen Xiu tidied up the paint shop, then went out the small door, went to the lively snack street to buy breakfast, and walked slowly to the teacher's apartment.

Back at the apartment, he paused in front of the doll, pinching its neck tightly with his slender fingers, and inserting his nails into the cotton wool.

When he retracted his hand, the cotton wool was also drawn out.

Song Qianyi looked at the broken doll, threw it directly into the trash can indifferently, then came back slowly on slippers, put breakfast on the nearby table, and sent a message to Shen Xiu at the same time.

He didn't sleep much all night, and Song Qianyi wasn't tired. The curtains in the room were all drawn, blocking out all the light, and there was only a faint blue night light in the room.

It's just that the room is still almost mostly dark, just like him.

dark.

……

Shen Xiu woke up long before the alarm clock rang, and habitually took out her mobile phone, swiped Weibo, ate melons, and then logged into the chat tool.

Seeing that Song Qianyi brought him breakfast, Shen Xiu gave up lying in bed and quickly washed up. On the small table, he saw the steamed stuffed bun soy milk and a side dish.

Shen Xiu touched it and found it was still warm.

His heart is also warm.

Smiling and filling my stomach, I found a doll in the trash can when I was throwing out the trash.

He took it out and looked at it, and found that the cotton wool from his stomach had come out.

It should be that Song Qianyi thought it was worthless and threw it away.

Shen Xiu didn't like this kind of girlish thing too much, so Song Qianyi threw it away, anyway, the next one would look better.

After Shen Xiu finished eating, he went for a walk to digest his food, and went to the dance studio to practice his dancing posture.

He already has a team now, and he can't let the team lose face, so Shen Xiu trains more and more seriously.

When he finished his practice, there was no one else in the dance studio. It was one o'clock at noon, and everyone went to eat and go home to rest.

Shen Xiu took a shower and changed, before going to the public laundry room with her dirty and smelly clothes.

On the way he met a familiar man.

Obviously, he didn't expect to meet Shen Xiu here.

"Why are you here?" Yu Fu raised his eyebrows and asked.

He remembered that Shen Xiu never came to this kind of public dance room to practice before.

At that time, he thought that Shen Xiu was arrogant and arrogant, but later he realized that Shen Xiu was just because it was easier to enter the state when practicing alone.

Contrary to Yu Fu, Yu Fu likes the admiring eyes that others look at him when he is dancing in the dance studio.

It makes him feel like everything he does counts.

Shen Xiu looked at Yu Fu, and found that he was not in much better spirits after living alone in a dormitory, like an Internet addicted teenager who was still surfing the Internet in the middle of the night.

"I will participate in the art festival with Professor Song's team next time."

Yu Fu paused, "Congratulations, you got your wish."

Yu Fu looked at Shen Xiu complicatedly.

One was jealousy, and the other was... the complex emotions of being taken care of that day.

He didn't know how to treat Shen Xiu anymore.

After a while, as if he had made up his mind, Yu Fu plucked up his courage, "You...be careful recently."

Yu Fu hesitated to speak, he said something half-baked, but he left in a hurry without finishing his sentence.

"Be careful?" Shen Xiu thought about this sentence secretly.

is he in danger?