The Return of The Lord God

The autumn wind is blowing, not slow or slow, bringing in the fragrance of the garden, and the curtains are also swaying with the wind, free and unrestrained.

The angel Qu Yasong enjoyed the breeze, the sound of Bailishin's pen rubbing against the drawing paper beside his ears, the world seemed to be asleep, and it was extraordinarily quiet and peaceful.

Qu Yasong couldn't help closing his eyes, his whole body and mind relaxed, even his own breathing was a mess.

After a while, the boy took the pen.

When Qu Yasong heard the voice of the boy blowing lightly at Hua Hua, he smiled knowingly and slowly opened his eyes.

He just saw the beginning of the young man's painting, and he was mentally prepared, but when he saw the young man's complete painting, the surprise still hit his heart.

The young man painted a dancing ballet dancer.

She stretched out her hands naturally, with one raised up and the other flat. Her slender arms were like two beautiful ribbons, boneless and soft. Her legs are slender and straight, one foot is on the ground, and the other leg is raised high back, making a dance and soaring movement. The woman looks comfortable, smiling, looking straight ahead, proud and confident, as if she is really a beautiful swan.

There is not much color modification in the whole picture, the dancer is wearing a gray feather dance costume, and the whole painting is also gray, only the pair of dancing shoes is highlighted by the boy's red paint.

This red embellishment instantly attracted Qu Yasong's attention to the back of the ballet dancer's shoes. Originally thought it was just a pair of red dancing shoes, but when he took a closer look, he found that it was actually a pair of white dancing shoes stained with blood.

Qu Yasong looked at this painting and was easily moved. He could feel the confidence and arrogance of the ballerina from the woman's expression, and the persistence and forbearance of the woman from the pair of red shoes.

The perfect display of the face and body of the ballet dancer comes from the constant dancing practice, so even the feet are worn out. But no matter how much blood flowed under her feet, she still danced, maintaining her dignity with a smile and flawless dancing posture. This is the dignity of a dancer, which cannot be shaken by others.

Qu Yasong covered her chest, which was beating wildly, and was deeply moved by this painting.

The proportions of the entire painting of the young man are also well controlled. Generally, learning to paint starts with sketching, and then it is the combination of colors and the display of artistic conception.

But just now he just told the young man what he should pay attention to and the origin of painting, he can draw such a work, it is a genius! true genius!

Qu Yasong's breathing quickened, his eyes showed admiration, and he said excitedly: "Xiaoqing, is this really your first time learning to paint? Have you learned painting from your brother before?" A height that can never be reached in a lifetime.

Bai Lixin tilted his head and said without thinking, "No, I am too active. Unlike my brother Xijing, if I let me sit quietly in front of the drawing board like I did, it would be better than killing me. Still uncomfortable."

"Xiaoqing, you are really a genius." Qu Yasong couldn't help pulling Bailishin's hand in front of him. He looked at these slender and powerful hands and said with love, "I'm afraid you don't even realize how wonderful the paintings you create from your hands will be. Xiaoqing, you will be a new star in the painting world. "

Bai Lixin smiled and drew back his hand without a trace: "I will not enter the painting circle. I only learn to paint to understand the sea of ​​clouds. My dream is to dance, and I want to be a world-class dancer. By."

When Qu Yasong heard the words, the ecstasy in his eyes slowly cooled down. He looked at Bailishin's work just completed, and then at the young man's determined expression. He regretted, "In that case, I respect your choice."

He doesn't want to force the young man, even if the young man is a painting genius, but if the young man doesn't like it, then these talents are just a burden to him.

Hearing that Qu Yasong did not force him, Bai Lixin secretly rejoiced in his heart. Although the angel Qu Yasong has a crazy obsession with painting, even so, he never thought of forcing himself. Sure enough, Qu Yasong’s favorite is still I am Bai Lixin, I am not a painting!

It was getting late, and Bai Lixin had to go to class the next day, so he couldn't stay in the studio for a long time. So the two of them went back to their rooms to rest one after another with regrets in their hearts, but they couldn't show it on their faces.

From this day on, Bai Lixin developed the habit of going to the studio to find Qu Yasong after school. Later, the two went to school together by car, and the angel Qu Yasong never mentioned the words of letting Bai Lixin go back to Su's house.

Time flies so fast, so fleetingly. The two only felt that in the blink of an eye, more than a month had passed, and it was time for Bai Lixin to remove the plaster.

Today happened to be when the devil Qu Yasong was occupying his body. He heard that Bai Lixin was going to remove the plaster cast.

Bai Lixin was very happy in the car. He kept pulling the sleeves of the demon Qu Yasong, and said with a smile that after the bandages on his legs were removed, he would be able to dance break dance, hip-hop, even folk dance and tap. no problem.

Qu Yasong felt the laughter released from the boy, and he felt warm all over himself.

The devil Qu Yasong narrowed his eyes, and without a trace of his hand, he touched the young man's thin waist when he pulled his sleeve. After touching for a while, the devil Qu Yasong's face stiffened, and he casually covered his unspeakable lower abdomen with his legs, and continued to smile as if nothing had happened, listening to the young man looking forward to the future.

As the RV slowly drove on the asphalt road, the demon Qu Yasong took two deep breaths and pressed his legs even tighter.

At the entrance of the hospital, the moment the RV stopped, Bai Lixin let go of Qu Yasong's arm, like a fluttering bird, leaning on crutches and got out of the car neatly.

Qu Yasong smiled awkwardly, "You go ahead and wait for me, I'll be there soon after a call."

Bai Lixin nodded, turned around and walked to the hospital.

The moment he turned around, Bai Lixin glanced at the man's thigh without a trace, and hummed in his heart, "Sexy, this can be estrus, huh."

He hummed a tune in his heart, and walked leisurely towards the hospital on crutches.

The voice of s419m sounded in his heart: [Master, are you using plane points to repair leg problems now? ]

Bai Lixin snorted twice and replied: [Don't, now is not the time, since it's broken, let it break first. ]

[Okay, Master Host, everything follows your instructions. ]s419m finished his answer, paused for a moment and then said, [Master host, I have one more thing to tell you. ]

Bai Lixin had already reached the door of the hospital at this time. As soon as he stood at the door, the electronic induction door opened. Bai Lixin walked inside and said: [You say. ]

[I can feel Lord God's soul fragment fluctuating. ]

Bai Lixin's raised foot paused slightly, and then fell down naturally: [Feel it? Isn't the Soul Fragment of the Lord God wrapped in an enchantment? How do you feel it? ]

[There is a crack in the barrier, I don't know the reason for the time being, but I secretly scanned Qu Yasong's soul, and found that a slight breath of the Lord God's soul leaked from both of his souls. It seems that your previous guesses, Mr. Host, are correct. The two souls of Mr. Qu Yasong are the soul fragments of the Lord God. Not only that, but I also scanned that the two souls were slowly merging. ]

Bai Lixin's figure stopped, [Fusion? ]

[Actually, Lord Qu Yasong has two souls in his body, but after all, they are the souls of Lord God. They are originally one, and fusion is a matter of course. But just because the attributes of these two soul fragments are mutually exclusive, when we first came, these two souls were incompatible. They are like two parallel lines that never meet. However, with the contact with you, the two souls began to fuse, but their fusion speed is too slow. I think if you are the host, you can definitely make these two souls fuse into one soul. ]

[What about the memory that merges into a post-song Yasong? ] Bai Lixin asked in his heart, [and how do I make them merge? ]

s419m replied: [Logically speaking, it should be memory sharing, but the soul of Lord God is something that mortals can speculate about, and what is going on will only be known after fusion. As for how to integrate, I can only tell you my observations and guesses. At that time, the two souls merged for the first time on the night they had **** with you, and the second further fusion was after learning that Zhao Yunhai and Su Ruo had an affair. I think maybe the reason why they merge is because they have a common point of perception, either they are extremely fond of something or people, or they have a strong dislike for something or people. ]

Bai Lixin rolled his eyes, the previous sentence was as if he had never said it. It's like asking a weather expert "Whether this year is a cold winter or a warm winter", and the expert said, "Whether this year is a cold winter or a warm winter, we won't know until this year passes."

But he still listened to the second half of s419m's words. He thought about the leg that was about to have a plaster cast, and then thought about Zhao Yunhai and Su Ruo who were far away in another country. Since you are so cool abroad, why don't you contribute to our family Qu Yasong.

Bai Lixin was still thinking about how to arouse the common senses of the devil Qu Yasong and the angel Qu Yasong, and suddenly felt his shoulders sink. He turned his head to look beside him, it was Qu Yasong.

Qu Yasong changed his jacket in the car just now. He took off the black suit jacket and changed into a light windbreaker. The windbreaker just covered Qu Yasong's lower abdomen, Bailishin glanced at the corner of his eyes, and only vaguely saw that there was a slight bulge, but it was not obvious.

Bai Lixin smirked, and hurriedly turned his head to stop looking at him.

Qu Yasong did not suspect him, so he went to the doctor with Bai Lixin in his arms.

Because the time had already been determined at the time of the appointment, Bailishin happened to be his turn when he came, but he didn't wait.

It is not troublesome to remove the plaster. The doctor carefully cut an opening with a plaster knife, cut the plaster in half along the incision, and then carefully removed the plaster. Bai Lixin tried to move his ankle, but he didn't feel any pain, and he seemed to be recovering well.

He smiled, carefully helped the bed to stand up slowly, and took a tentative step forward.

But after leaving, his entire expression changed.

Bai Lixin's face changed greatly, and he took a few steps forward, staggering under his feet, and almost fell to the ground. He leaned against the wall panting heavily, looking at his feet in disbelief.

Qu Yasong was angry when he saw this. He came to Bailishin in three steps and took two steps, took Bailishin tightly into his arms, and asked coldly, "What's going on?!"

Immediately, the doctor's cold hair stood up, and he shivered and replied: "He, after he broke his leg at the time, the sole of his left foot was deformed. Although we did the surgery in time, there were still sequelae and it was not completely repaired. This, this time I have told his family."

Bai Lixin buried his head in Qu Yasong's arms, and shouted in despair, "Doctor, do you mean that I will be lame in the future?" Then he indented his entire head into Qu Yasong's arms. He was trembling and holding back a smile, Emma, ​​life is like a drama, it all depends on acting.

Qu Yasong gave the doctor a cold look, "His family? What family?"

"A brother who looks exactly like him, and a man who came with him." The doctor was frightened by Qu Yasong, so he answered quickly, knowing everything he could say.

Qu Yasong's heart was filled with anger, Su Ruo, Zhao Yunhai, you knew from the beginning that Su Qing's legs would not be good, yet you left him here to enjoy himself so freely.

If it wasn't for me taking care of the teenager during this period of time, would it mean that only the teenager came here when he came to remove the cast? If he suffered this result alone, how desperate would he be in the face of this blow, depending on how much the boy loved dancing? !