I exchanged true love for 1000 billion

Gu Fengyao looked at Xiaolihua, and felt that he was very innocent. He coughed lightly: "I don't know, are you sick?"

As he said, he bent down and was about to pick up the kitten, but the little pear blossom ran away, his disgust was palpable.

It made Gu Qianhuan laugh, he took off his coat, Gu Fengyao took it, and when it touched his fingertips, the man froze, and immediately held his wrist: "Huanhuan, your hands are so cold?"

Gu Qianhuan didn't think: "Is there?"

Gu Fengyao frowned, and held his wet coat with the other hand. It was damp, and seeing the water droplets condensed on his hair, he felt more and more distressed. He said, "Huanhuan, how long have you been outside?"

Gu Qianhuan didn't answer, he didn't know.

The next moment, he held the palm of his hand tightly and said, "Huanhuan, let's go in first."

He glanced at Little Pear Blossom while talking, until now, he finally understood why Little Pear Blossom reacted that way, it was frozen.

Gu Fengyao was very regretful because he didn't go with the wounds on his body, so he went to the house to mix a cup of honey water for the young man. If Jingcheng's subordinates saw it, he might be scared to death, but now, he is very proficient in doing this.

Gu Fengyao: "Huanhuan, drink some hot water first."

Gu Qianhuan took it obediently, and Xiao Lihua jumped onto the sofa, her paw pads carefully tested it bit by bit, and finally nestled in Gu Qianhuan's arms, like a fluffy and warm hot water bottle, Gu Qianhuan later knew Feeling a bit chilly in hindsight.

The sweet honey water was warm at the entrance, dispelling the chill again, and the warm heat spread to the heart and lungs, Gu Qianhuan lowered her eyes, stroking the little pear blossom with her fingers, sinking into his soft fur, It made him feel like crying.

He closed his eyes, the things of the day piled up in his heart, but he couldn't even vent, why, why no one could give him the answer to so many reasons.

An indescribable impulse hit his pulse and blocked his heart. It was so uncomfortable. Gu Qianhuan staggered to his feet and glanced at the kitchen as he passed by. The man's tall back was very eye-catching in the kitchen. Gu Qianhuan glanced down at her plain floral apron, and opened the door of the studio.

He opened a whole floor-to-ceiling curtain, reflecting the stars in the sky outside the window, the Milky Way is bright, the lights are colorful, and the grand night scene is vast and magnificent.

Gu Qianhuan looked at it intently, a little dazed, his fingertips stuck to the French window, and his fingertips turned pale due to the force, Gu Qianhuan looked at the night scene outside the French window, dizzy all over his body, as if he heard the sound of the wind, Tell him to jump down, jump out of this damned fate!

The spread hands were tightly clenched, and the nails were about to be embedded in the flesh. He didn't feel it at all. He turned around and opened the paint box. The tubes of paint smudged on the palette. God, it's blindingly white.

Gu Qianhuan grasped the pen holder tightly, saw white eyes everywhere, saw blood everywhere, the melted paint dripped on the floor, thick as blood, couldn't draw, he couldn't draw!

This incident has long been foreshadowed. From the previous "Rainbow Heart", from the very beginning, his studio has been completely deserted. The best paints, the best brushes, and the best canvases are not enough for him to paint. The stunning talent was wiped out in an instant, and he couldn't even hold a paintbrush.

"pat-"

When the paintbrush fell to the ground, Gu Qianhuan shook her eyelashes. The fatal blow to him was the truth of her parents' death. He would not believe Cheng Yan completely.

But on the other hand, he had to believe that the teacher himself said that when he said he was sorry for his parents, even Gu Qianhuan was shaken, did he really do something wrong, did he really kill his parents? !

His paintings were taught by Zheng Zhongxu. He told him the way to use the brush, little tricks, and helped him to modify the paintings. It can be said that every stroke of Gu Qianhuan has traces of the other party. Zheng Zhongxu, apart from his parents, The person closest to him and grateful to him has long regarded him as his relative, but now?

Gu Qianhuan trembled and overthrew everything.

He may be his own enemy, and every stroke he draws is stained with the blood of his parents.

Gu Qianhuan closed her eyes, how could she still pick up a paintbrush like this, it was like painting with the blood of her parents, it was too painful, the blood on her body became a symbol of sin, did she have to drain it to make up for it ?

He indulged himself in pain, like a traveler trapped in a maze with nowhere to escape, trying to smash the prison with his own flesh and blood.

With the sound of gentle footsteps, Gu Qianhuan raised his head and saw Apati, he was still so elegant, proud, and free from all filth in the world.

Apati leaned down, those light-colored pupils looked at him, and pierced his heart with one word: "Painting."

"Keep on painting, paint with pain, paint with happiness, you can't escape."

Gu Qianhuan stared at him: "Painting?"

Apata said nothing, just looked at him and smiled.

Gu Qianhuan grabbed the hem of his shirt and laughed too, with the corners of his eyes upturned, revealing a frenzy. He laughed recklessly and wildly: "Why are you laughing? Why are you laughing?"

Apat pointed to his heart: "You know, this is all you have left, and the pain will turn into your nourishment. You said that every pen is stained with your parents' blood, so what about yours?"

He rolled up Gu Qianhuan's sleeves, the vertical and horizontal wounds had been healed by time, leaving light pink scars, on the white as jade arms, there was a strange beauty of torture.

Gu Qianhuan's eyes fell on it, and the blue-gray blood vessels were touched by his fingertips. Through a layer of almost transparent white skin, he seemed to see the blood surging underneath. His eyes moved down and landed on the crimson rose .

A sense of familiarity came over me.

A few petals are missing.

Gu Qianhuan didn't know when Apate left again, she squeezed out tube after tube of paint, and made colorful blacks on the palette. His blacks were mixed, impure, even There is an ugly and weird feeling, in the pure or beautiful pigment color blocks, it looks like an ugly monster that is out of place, but in the end it swallows them all and melts them into a whole piece on the palette.

He has lost the ability to paint for so long, how could he get better in an instant? Gu Qianhuan looked at the paint quietly, and the smell became more pungent after adding turpentine. He was able to paint in his mind frantically, but he couldn't even get a single stroke out of it. less than reality.

Those paintings are superimposed one after another, rejected, obliterated, all are incomplete, all are failures, and none of them are usable.

What Gu Fengyao came in and saw was this scene, his heart immediately picked up, and he approached quickly, afraid that Gu Qianhuan would do something stupid again.

Seeing that he was just coloring, Gu Fengyao breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly found a blank canvas.Gu Qian tilted his head, looking at him with eyes as clear as water, as if falling into a deep blue ocean, Gu Fengyao immediately restrained his mind and softened his voice: "Huanhuan, it's time to eat."

Gu Qianhuan smiled at him, and suddenly threw the palette away, the paint splashed on the floor, Gu Fengyao's pupils shrank suddenly, and he heard him say, "You saw it."

Gu Fengyao looked at him stiffly: "Huanhuan."

Gu Qianhuan got up, looked directly at him, and moved forward step by step. What's funny is that Gu Fengyao was forced into a corner by him until it was impossible to retreat, and it was inevitable. Gu Qianhuan repeated, her black and white eyes seemed to see through him: " Did you see it."

He has lost the ability to draw, he is no longer the high-spirited Blindsight, look, how pitiful he is now.

Gu Fengyao: "..."

"Huanhuan, what did I see?" Except for the sluggishness at the beginning, he has fully reacted now. He lowered his head and saw the emotion in the young man's eyes. Here, they are very close, as if they are about to kiss the young man's lips in the next moment: "Huanhuan, I feel bad."

Gu Fengyao grabbed the young man's hand and put it on his chest, his brows tightened: "Why do you miss me so much? Huanhuan?"

"I like you, do I love you because of your paintings? Is it because you are Blindsight? No, it's just because these are all you. I like what you become. I will always be with you, no painting Come out, we won't draw for now."

He has always been fond of young people without a bottom line. Gu Qianhuan listened, and inexplicably quieted down, his peach blossom eyes were drunk, he opened his mouth, and under the expectant eyes of the other party, he didn't say anything.

The dinner was very delicate, obviously it couldn't have been prepared by Gu Fengyao, and it was indeed the case, it was a takeaway he bought in a restaurant, steamed in a wok or eaten directly.

After the meal, Gu Qianhuan was in charge of washing the dishes. He didn't even need to touch the water, and the fully automatic dishwasher made a slight noise.

On the other side, the round and flat sweeping robot started to work. Xiao Lihua observed it curiously for a while, and then stepped on the robot. It squatted down and patrolled condescendingly. , the emperor is inspecting its country.

He smiled, ready to take a shower and sleep.

Just as Gu Fengyao was picking up his clothes, Gu Qianhuan stopped silently, looked at his stiff walking posture, and frowned slightly: "Do you want to take a bath?"

Gu Fengyao lowered his head, not daring to look at him, and slowly took out the clothes hidden behind his back, Gu Qianhuan looked at it, his eyes flashed: "Can your injury touch water?"

Gu Fengyao remained silent.

It's only been a few days, so naturally you can't touch the water, but...

Suddenly, he looked at the young man.

Gu Qianhuan glanced at him, with a dark look hidden in his eyes, he looked the man up and down, and after a while, said two words softly: "Together."

Gu Fengyao passed him with his clothes, what to do, he seemed to be hallucinating.

The author has something to say: Huanhuan: I want to try it, the taste of whoring for nothing.

I heard that [哗哗——] can help relieve pain...

Me: It's a showdown, I'm not pretending, I'm just going to give a sweet date and beat people half to death.There is no end to the crematorium.

Second watch, it's over.

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good night darlings