The Return of The Lord God

Seeing the young boy lying in a ball and crying in his arms, small and soft, Qu Yasong felt that his heart was about to melt.

Bai Lixin vented his depression and grievance enough, and then hiccups and raised his red and swollen eyes from Qu Yasong's arms. He looked at Qu Yasong's concerned face, his eyes swept across his **** shoulders, and he remembered the gaffe just now, and he laughed out loud.

With his smile, the depressing atmosphere in this room instantly vanished.

Qu Yasong looked at the boy who had no reason to laugh in surprise, and then looked at the surrounding room that was suddenly dyed with color, and his eyes flashed with surprise.

Bai Lixin hiccupped and laughed in a still choked voice: "Why didn't you push me away when I bit you so badly?"

Qu Yasong looked at the young man and shook his head blankly: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt, you can relieve your anger."

"Hmph, so you want to relieve my anger?" Bai Lixin pursed her mouth and stared round her eyes, "Do you think this is an idol drama, let me take a bite and forgive you? Your behavior last night It's a crime, you know?!"

Hearing the boy's words, the angel Qu Yasong smiled lightly, just outside the door he also accused the devil Qu Yasong "do you think this is an idol drama", but as soon as he entered the door, he was ridiculed by the boy in turn. However, the young man actually thought of going with him, which was a bit of a consonance.

With a smile on his brows and tenderness in his eyes, Bai Lixin, who had been peeking at the place from the corner of his eyes, was stunned.

Bai Lixin coughed twice, burped again, turned around and poked Qu Yasong's chest with his index finger: "Why are you laughing? Are you still reasonable?!"

The angry look of the young man looked like a coquettish pet, Qu Yasong smiled again, and couldn't help raising his hand to rub the young man's black straight and shiny hair, "It's all my fault, I want to kill it or cut it, but it's all my fault. I'm sorry, but please don't be sad anymore. What happened last night was all my fault, not yours. You don't need to punish yourself for my mistakes."

"But by hair?" Bai Lixin's dark eyes rolled, and he gritted his teeth: "Okay, then from today until my brother comes back, you teach me to paint, I want to learn painting."

painting? Didn't the teenager claim to like dancing? Why study painting again?

Aware of Qu Yasong's surprise, Bailishin lowered his head and said, "This time something happened to Yunhai Company. If my brother knew how to draw and solved the problem for Yunhai, I still don't know how Yunhai's business would be. I also want to be able to help Yunhai one day. , In case this happens again in the future, I hope that it is me, not my brother, who stands by Yunhai to help him. Moreover, Yunhai usually appreciates his brother's works very much, and often praises him in front of me. Before, I had good legs and feet. I only know how to dance all day, and I can't stay still. Now that I have injured my legs and feet, I want to learn to paint. I want to know what kind of mentality people who know painting have when looking at this painting, I think Have a common language with Yunhai."

Listening to the young man shouting "Sea of ​​Clouds", Qu Yasong clenched the material in his hand tightly, a dark tide in his eyes. Zhao Yunhai, what kind of virtue are you, how can you have the attention of this young man?

The corner of Bailishin's eyes swept over the material in Qu Yasong's hands, then looked at his frosty face, curled his lips into a smile, and showed a naive expression: "Why, don't you agree?"

The angel Qu Yasong suppressed the malice in his heart and smiled, "Naturally happy, if you want to learn, you can learn it anytime. I welcome you here at any time."

Bai Lixin shook his head, "No, I don't want them to know. It's my business that I'm willing to pay for Yunhai, but I won't use this as a bargaining chip or a means to morally kidnap him, so that he has to treat me well."

Qu Yasong's heart twitched again, he took a deep breath, and said solemnly: "Okay, as you wish." He has never hated a person as much as he does now, very good, Zhao Yunhai, I remember you.

"I know your state was not good last night, you seem to have a dual personality, right?" Bai Lixin sat on the bed and leaned against Qu Yasong, "I don't know if my brother knows, but I don't know. I took the initiative to mention it to him. You are my brother's boyfriend, I don't want to hurt my brother, and you should love my brother very much, so we'll just pretend that nothing happened last night, okay?"

Listening to the young man forcibly tying himself and Su Ruo together, Qu Yasong was short of breath, and his heart throbbed as if being held by someone else.

How much he wants to tell the boy at this moment that he doesn't love Su Ruo, please don't tie them together, and he doesn't want to pretend that what happened last night didn't happen at all! God knows how good he felt last night!

But his reason told him that once he explained it to the boy, it would only arouse the boy's resentment again.

Qu Yasong only felt a sore throat, he nodded stiffly, and replied in a dry voice: "Okay."

Hearing Qu Yasong's promise, Bai Lixin breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "That's good, my brother won't be sad if he doesn't know, the matter between us must be rotten in our stomachs, and we must not tell him!"

Qu Yasong stood up, looked back at Bailishin deeply, and said, "I see, I'll have the housekeeper deliver the meal to your room later, and you can rest well after eating."

After saying this, Qu Yasong walked out the door with difficult steps.

On the way back to the study, the devil Qu Yasong mocked the angel Qu Yasong frantically in his heart: "Stupid, who made you promise Su Ruo in the first place."

The angel Qu Yasong swallowed his saliva, and his tone was weak: I committed my own sins and couldn't live, aren't you the same? We took fifty steps to laugh at a hundred steps, and finally killed each other. Isn't it still Zhao Yunhai and Su Ruo who are happy?

The devil Qu Yasong suddenly lost his voice. Recently, the angel Qu Yasong's words were a bit slippery, with a gun and a thorn, and it was a stab at the blood, so unlike him.

After walking through two corridors and turning a corner, Qu Yasong arrived at the study. As soon as he arrived in the study, he sat down in a chair, unbuttoning the two buttons on his shirt and gasping for breath.

The materials from the investigation were casually spread out on the desk. Qu Yasong had always held the materials tightly in his hands. Now they were tattered and rubbed beyond recognition.

The devil Qu Yasong thought for a while and said in his heart: Give me your body, I have something to do with Joey.

This time, the angel Qu Yasong just thought about it for a while, and then nodded: "Okay, come on."

The angel Qu Yasong has already guessed what the devil Qu Yasong is going to do, so let him do it, anyway, this is what he wants to do.

In a trance, Qu Yasong closed his eyes. But for a moment, when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of coldness.

Glancing at the information that was crumpled into waste paper, Qu Yasong sneered, picked up the mobile phone on the desk and dialed it.

Joey was holding a cat-like little boy at ease at this time. He was about to take off the boy's clothes when the phone rang suddenly.

With a curse in his heart, Joey was reluctant to get up. When he saw the phone display, the reluctant expression on his face suddenly turned into a dog-legged look. The boy lying on the bed saw his mouth slumped, put on his half-removed clothes with interest, took a few bills from Joey's wallet and waved his hand away.

Joey watched the flesh in his mouth fly away, so he had to endure the pain in distress and answer the question of the young master honestly.

The devil Qu Yasong flipped through the investigation materials, heard Joey's gruff voice on the other end of the phone, and said, "I'll just say one thing, and then you can continue."

Joey swallowed, then you have to hurry up, young master, or the little goblin will go downstairs.

The devil Qu Yasong couldn't hear Joey's heart, but he was kind and straight to the point: "I am a more hospitable person, and the two people I asked you to investigate yesterday, wait on them, and let them have an unforgettable experience. A trip to China, especially Zhao Yunhai."

Joey listened to Qu Yasong's voiceless command and sighed in his heart. Children, since you have offended the young master, be prepared to bear the devil's anger.

After Qu Yasong gave the order, he hung up the phone neatly. As soon as Joey saw that the young master had hung up, he sighed in relief and rushed out the door. He stopped the boy who was waiting for the elevator and carried it back again. .

...

The devil Qu Yasong hung up, not knowing what to do.

He thought about it and turned on the monitor to see what the boy was doing.

The screen slowly lit up, but the room was empty, and the young man did not know where to go. The demon Qu Yasong was stunned for a while, and adjusted the camera to continue to observe. But looking at the cameras around the boy's room, they found nothing. Qu Yasong was in a hurry, he stood up and hurried out to find the boy.

Will he still be thinking about what happened yesterday? From the moment the devil Qu Yasong appeared, he had never looked for others, let alone cared about them, but now he is hesitant because of the disappearance of the young man.

Just then, the bathroom door opened.

I saw a young boy with a clean body, like a peeled white egg, came out of the bathroom. The young black hair was dripping with water droplets, and the wet eyes were confused and innocent.

Bai Lixin did not wash too carefully because he had a cast on his leg. He just scooped up a basin of water, wiped himself with a towel and washed his hair.

Qu Yasong had already cleaned himself last night, and the cleaning purpose was to avoid the plastered leg, so his plastered leg was not a big problem.

Bai Lixin was wiping his head, and suddenly heard the prompt of s419m: [Warning! warn! The host is being watched by others. ]

Bai Lixin smiled lightly in a place that the camera couldn't see, and said in his heart: [Is it Qu Yasong? ]

s419m replied: [Report to the host, yes, do you need to turn on the illusion protection mode? ]

The so-called fantasy protection mode is to create an illusion in front of the camera to confuse the audience. Surveillance thought that everything was monitored through the camera, but it was just an illusion.

Bai Lixin shook his head: [No, let him see it, I will show him what he wants to see. ] After saying this in his heart, he deliberately opened the door and wiped his hair facing the hidden camera face to face.

The devil Qu Yasong jumped in his heart when he saw the young man suddenly face him directly. He even saw the young man glance at the camera, but then found that the young man continued to wipe his hair as if nothing had happened, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Qu Yasong has a guilty conscience and wants to turn off the screen, but he doesn't want to turn off the camera.

He looked at the young master in the camera and thought to himself: just watch one more minute, it's the last minute.

But the minutes passed slowly, and the screen was still on. It wasn't until Bai Lixin slowly put on a knee-length pajamas that this female **** act was completely over.

The devil Qu Yasong sighed regretfully, and smiled helplessly after feeling the swelling of his lower abdomen.

But he didn't want to relieve it with his hands, instead, the demon Qu Yasong took out a cigarette from the drawer and lit it. After taking a deep breath of cigarettes, the dry heat swam around in the lower abdomen.

While he misses the beauty of the young man, he sticks the pestle in his lower abdomen like a masochist, letting the feeling of being bitten by thousands of ants wander through his limbs and bones, which is really uncomfortable.

As time went on, the pain in the lower abdomen not only did not relieve, but became more and more hot and uncomfortable. Qu Yasong let out a long sigh and planned to go to the bathroom to relax. But at this moment, there was a knock on the study door.

Qu Yasong said angrily, "Go away."

After a long pause outside the door, a cool young voice sounded: "I want to learn to draw now, do you have anything to do? Can't you do it now?"

The devil Qu Yasong froze in his heart. He looked at the door of the confinement room, and then at the firm belly. He couldn't help but frown.

The demon Qu Yasong groaned and sighed, "It's fine now, come in."

The young man was still wearing the wide and long pajamas that he had just now, and the long pajamas wrapped himself tightly so that no one could peep at him. Seeing the young man's fresh and harmless appearance, the devil Qu Yasong groaned silently again, and said to the angel Qu Yasong in his heart, "Hey, the little guy is looking for you, change it quickly." After speaking, before the angel Qu Yasong could speak, he sank to the depths of his soul.

The angel Qu Yasong was forcibly pushed up, with a cold sweat on his face.

As soon as he took possession of his body, the mess left by the demon Qu Yasong was transferred to his soul. Resisting the unbearable itching in the lower abdomen, the angel Qu Yasong smiled bitterly: "Go to the studio and wait for me, go out from here, turn left at the fork, and the second room is the door. The door is unlocked, you Just go in by yourself."

Bai Lixin glanced at Qu Yasong secretly, nodded obediently, and went out obediently.

As soon as Bai Lixin went out, the angel Qu Yasong stood up in a rush, and while locking the door, he scolded inwardly: You are a coward, dare to do it, dare not do it. Throw this mess at me, what the **** did you just do!

The voice of the devil Qu Yasong came from the bottom of my heart: I didn't do anything, I just peeped at the teenager's clothes.

Angel Qu Yasong is speechless: You...you are hopeless!

After speaking, the angel Qu Yasong got into the bathroom connected to the study and vigorously relieved. Thirty minutes later, he came out refreshed. Looking at the mirror and packing up his clothes, Qu Yasong opened the door and hurried towards the studio.

He gently pushed open the door of the studio and found the boy sitting in front of his drawing board. The boy's waist was slightly arched, not sitting straight. He looked at ease, his plastered leg resting on his other hand, and he supported his cheek with one hand and stared at the painting in front of him obsessively.

Qu Yasong couldn't bear to disturb the boy, so he slowed down and walked gently to the boy's side. Until he was about to get to the boy's side, the boy was still staring at the painting. Only then did Qu Yasong increase his steps slightly and coughed twice.

Bai Lixin broke free from the painting, tilted his head to look at Qu Yasong, and exclaimed, "Your painting is simply too beautiful."

Qu Yasong smiled lightly, and secretly said in her heart: No, the beautiful person is you. You gave me inspiration, the person in the painting is you!

After Bai Lixin praised it, he continued to look at the painting, and the amazement in his eyes was beyond words.

Although it is still an oil painting this time, the style of painting is very different from that "Serene". "Peace" painted that painting with very steady brushstrokes, and the whole painting gives a feeling of serenity and tranquility, and anyone who sees it will feel extra warm.

But this painting is like a running revolution. A young man runs freely on a sea. The young man's toes are on the blue and clear lake, and the lake reflects the young man's fair skin.

The young man was wearing a flowing dress with long sleeves that fluttered in the wind. The young man was running on the sea with a comfortable and free expression. The sleeves and the hem of the clothes continued to stretch back with the wind, widening to the whole picture.

If looking at "Serenity" is to look at peace and quiet warmth, then looking at this painting is to fly freely, one is extremely quiet, the other is extremely moving.

But this painting has not yet been completed. Qu Yasong only painted the general outline of the boy and the lower part of the scene. In the upper part of the canvas, there is still a large space above the boy's head. The creation is complete, and the outline of the young man's face can only be vaguely seen, but the more delicate facial features have not yet been outlined.

When Qu Yasong saw the surprise in Bailishin's eyes, he was very happy. His works have been praised and praised by countless people, including national treasure-level painting masters, royal families, and common people, but he has never been used as much as he is now.

Qu Yasong pulled out a chair and put it next to Bailishin, and took out a new easel from the side. After adjusting the height of the easel and clipping on suitable drawing paper, Qu Yasong sat next to Bailishin and said, "The painting is not finished yet, and I will show it to you when it is finished."

Bai Lixin nodded and sighed, "It's already so shocking before it's finished. If it's finished, it won't go to heaven. Qu Yasong, you are a miracle that God gave to this world. People call you 'Da Vinci Reborn'. , I didn't think there was anything before, but today I saw your authentic work, and I understood it. Just looking at a painting can resonate with others, this is how strong the heart and painting strength should be. Those who say you Jiang Lang's talents are completely nonsense, you are Jiang Lang's talents, you are clearly hiding it?"

Hearing Bai Lixin's generous words of praise, Qu Yasong's cheeks flushed, his eyes were slightly dazed, and he said, "Don't you want to learn to draw? I'll teach you the basic skills first."

Qu Yasong is a serious teacher. Although he does not teach in private art academies, he cannot stop him from teaching and educating others.

Once he entered the teaching state, the whole person also became serious. Seeing Qu Yasong's sudden change in aura, Bai Lixin followed his expression and listened carefully.

Ten seconds passed, and Qu Yasong spoke for two full hours before she stopped.

Putting the paintbrush on the painting plate, Qu Yasong said gently: "Although what I have said is introductory knowledge, it is still a bit obscure for beginners, you can digest it when you go back, and I will teach you how to do it tomorrow. "

Bai Lixin gave a "hmm" and picked up the paintbrush that Qu Yasong put on the painting plate. He dipped a little paint on the blank painting paper and began to draw, and said while painting: "You just said that painting does not need to be rigid. In terms of form, the most important thing is to be able to convey what you want through drawing paper.”

Bai Lixin put the pen in the drawing plate and dipped it in another color, and continued to draw.

Qu Yasong sat on the side, quietly watching Bai Lixin's painting, if it was too late today, he intended to let Bai Lixin go back to rest, but he didn't expect Bai Lixin to start his hand after listening to his class. . He wanted to do Qu Yasong and couldn't bear to interrupt, so he sat on the side and watched silently.

Looking at it, Qu Yasong was a little stunned.

He glanced at Bai Lixin suspiciously, but hesitated. Seeing that the boy hadn't finished painting, he couldn't bear to interrupt him, so he had to endure the question in his heart and planned to ask him again after the boy finished painting.