Monster Apartment

Si Yiming was silent on the way back.

Gu Bai occasionally turned his head to look at him, and was frightened back by the solemn expression of Mr. Si's face.

Gu Bai wanted to ask if something serious happened, but he felt that something serious happened and he couldn't help him. It's better to stay at home at night to prevent others from worrying about him.

He is very precious to the monsters, and it is related to the future of the monsters.

Gu Bai now has the knowledge that he shoulders a very heavy responsibility, and he accepts it well at the moment.

Si Yiming glanced at the back of the chair slightly, and took out the sketchbook Gu Bai who was drawing something. He glanced over the picture he was drawing, startled.

The person in the painting is him, and the content in the painting is exactly the scene when he picks up Gu Bai.

Si Yiming looked at Gu Bai's random strokes and sketched out the scene at the time, and asked him: "Don't you like to draw characters?"

Gu Bai heard Si Yiming talking to him suddenly, and looked up at him: "I don't sell these pictures."

Si Yiming frowned.

The little money fan said that he could not sell it.

Gu Bai looked at Mr. Si's expression carefully, and after realizing that he could no longer see the solemnity, he finally relaxed.

"Because you are helping me make stocks, I am definitely not going to be short of money." Gu Bai trusted Si Yiming's ability to attract money, and happily mentioned his plan. "If it is not bad, it will be much more. Accumulate works, otherwise there will be no works to be displayed in a solo exhibition in the future."

Gu Bai didn't change his goals just because his race changed.

He still loves painting. The reason is probably because when he was a child, he thought that his father had no photos to see, so he developed his own painting skills.

It is very pleasant to be able to pour ideal people and things on paper.

Gu Bai likes to do such things. It should be a joy to be able to leave time and memories with the brush in his hand.

He wanted to record the place where he grew up. Although Mr. Si said that he was a billion years old by counting his age, he would not count without memory.

Gu Bai still felt that the small county was his hometown.

The mountains in the hometown, the water in the hometown, and the people and things in the hometown will all be painted by him with a brush.

"I also want everyone to know about you." Gu Bai said softly, "It would be too costly to guard this kind of thing like Shenzhou."

Si Yiming watched Gu Bai whispering on his hands, and couldn't help asking him, "What are you going to do?"

Gu Bai paused and thought for a while: "Have a solo exhibition. Come out an independent exhibition hall of monsters and monsters, and draw all your stories!"

"If there are not many people watching, we can ask Mr. Zhai to help publicize it." Gu Bai cracked his little calculation, "Maybe we can get a lot of offerings!"

Si Yiming looked at Gu Bai's beautiful look, but in the end he didn't tell him that they can still harvest a lot of offerings.

These hordes of mythical beasts are excellent, and there are quite a few of them who go to several religions to work part-time and worship. In addition, there are various related legends to support them, and they have all of them.

It's just that what I'm doing right now is not known.

Gu Bai wants to paint, so let him paint.

Such a well-behaved and considerate little guy should be pampered, Mr. Si thought.

Gu Bai didn't know what Si Yiming was thinking, and he was still dreaming happily: "In addition to this exhibition hall, I also want to be an exhibition hall for landscape paintings! I have not finished painting the scenery that Mr. Bai showed me before. I haven't even started writing the landscape wasteland on Mrs. Spirit Snake's side. Our mountains and rivers are so vast and magnificent, it's worth painting everywhere."

"But it's still too early for me to be qualified to hold a solo exhibition." Gu Bai looked at Si Yiming, who was outlined in the sketchbook, and sighed slightly.

Si Yiming said: "It is a good thing to have a dream."

After he finished speaking, he took out the pen and sketchbook from Gu Bai's hand. Under Gu Bai's suspicious gaze, he waved his wrist, and a few strokes easily outlined a figure sitting on a stool.

Gu Bai recognized at a glance, Mr. Si painted him.

The person in the painting is wearing a black shirt with his sleeves rolled up, with a contented and soft smile, holding a paintbrush and painting the picture in front of him intently.

Gu Bai was not surprised that Si Yiming could paint this.

Because Mr. Si has already shown his understanding of painting, but it has been a long time since he painted. Si Yiming's brushstrokes are a bit jerky. After he finished painting the black shirt, he gradually became mellow and proficient.

Gu Bai moved his head over: "Am I like this?"

Si Yiming didn't answer, and the tip of his pen touched the exposed waistline of the person in the painting.

Gu Bai watched Si Yiming draw his waist and hips slowly but smoothly with one stroke. It was obviously a very common outline, but it made him feel numb inexplicably. The strokes seemed to hook him. It was the same on his body, making his heart tighten in an instant.

This feeling reached its peak when Si Yiming carefully outlined his exposed ankles.

He raised his head and glanced at Si Yiming, and found that Mr. Si was squinting slightly, with a subtle smile, focusing on the lines under his hands.

Gu Bai glanced at himself in the painting again, and usually a painting showed a bit of color.

He couldn't help but pull down the hem of his shirt, and then tugged on some short jeans. Unfortunately, his height jumped too fast these days, and he couldn't hide his exposed ankles, socks and feet by pulling down. The shoes on the board also failed to provide any shelter.

Gu Bai looked down at his thin and white ankles, hooked his feet, watched the changes in his ankles, and wanted to take a look at himself in the painting.

As a result, as soon as he looked up, Si Yiming watched his gaze quietly at his superior.

I don't know how long Si Yiming has been watching, with a smile on his face, but his eyes are dark, as if something terrible is hidden.

Gu Bai and Si Yiming looked at each other for two seconds, rubbing aside uncontrollably, and instinctively moved away from Si Yiming at this moment.

Si Yiming noticed his little action in hiding, so he closed his gaze back, looked down at the little boy he drew, then closed the sketchbook and returned it to Gu Bai.

Then he said: "It's time to buy new clothes."

Gu Bai held the notebook and glanced at Si Yiming cautiously. He closed his eyes and calmed down after he realized that the other party had said this. Then he nodded his head and replied in a low voice, "...um."

Gu Bai opened a certain treasure and took a few shots. After the shooting, he tilted his head and glanced at Si Yiming, who had already put down his chair and was half-lying with his eyes closed, feeling a little uneasy.

He turned over the page of Si Yiming's sketch in the sketchbook, looked at it for a long time, and looked around his waist and below for a while, finally closing the notebook with red face and shrank into a ball on the chair.

A large part of the creation of text, pictures, music, etc. will expose the inner thoughts of the creator.

The work can largely reflect the creative state and psychological mood of the creator at that time, and Gu Bai knows this very well.

He couldn't help but look up at Si Yiming, the whole person was like a ball of red-hot briquettes.

Si Yiming didn't think so much at all, he was still immersed in the excitement that he had an idea for a little cub.

Gu Bai is still a cub!

Even if his deity is already very old, he is still a cub.

The age algorithm of monsters is different from that of human beings. They usually start to calculate according to the spirit of becoming a spirit, but the monsters who have cultivated into spirits by themselves are basically the spirits and become adults.

As for those innate monsters who are born with agility and wisdom, some of them can spend hundreds of years in their infancy and growth. In these hundreds of years, he was a cub no matter what.

No matter how old you are.

Si Yiming couldn't believe it.

Especially when he realized that he had an idea for Gu Bai and looked at the little cub from a different angle, he found that Gu Bai had already been poked all over his body.

Gu Bai, a little monster whose body was unknown, could be regarded as Gu Lang's cub, now there was a smell of brave all over his body.

Hanging on his neck are extremely precious and priceless wood carvings, which are pictures of Pai Yao.

He wore an exquisite brave jade string on his wrist. The image of the brave on this jade string was carved by Si Yiming himself when he was too busy to pass the time in the early days.

He still holds Gu Bai's property in his hands, but it is not something he fished from Gu Bai, but he is using his talents to make money for this little cub.

Instinct is not deceiving.

Si Yiming was very clearly aware of what he was doing when he hadn't noticed it before.

No wonder Xie Zhi always looked at him with a hard-to-spoken expression.

Mr. Si closed his eyes and rested his mind. After an in-depth analysis of his previous behavior, he opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Gu Bai who had fallen asleep.

He frowned slightly in his sleep, probably because this posture was uncomfortable, even if the business seat chair was quite soft, it would be very uncomfortable to sit and fall asleep.

Mr. Si asked the steward for a blanket and slowly put down the back of the chair. He saw that Gu Bai's eyebrows gradually stretched out, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he was quickly leveled.

Obviously, Gu Bai didn't mean that to him.

Mr. Si is very clear about this point. He couldn't be more clear. Gu Bai probably regarded him as a dependable friend or elder.

Either way, it's not what Si Yiming hoped for anyway.

Mr. Si put on the armrest of the seat and looked at Gu Bai who was sleeping soundly while holding the blanket with his face propped up. He slightly squinted his eyes and glanced over Gu Bai's body.

He stretched out his hand to pull down the hem of his shirt for Gu Bai, covering the exposed belly, and then uncontrollably downwards, holding Gu Bai's ankle.

It's slightly cool at the beginning, which is a smooth touch as expected.

Mr. Si rubbed it twice and felt it felt great.

He raised his eyes and looked at Gu Bai again, not knowing what he should do next.

Oh, right.

The nominal father of Gu Bai is Gu Lang.

Mr. Si smacked his tongue, released his hand holding Gu Bai's ankle, frowned slightly, and fell into contemplation once again.

When Gu Bai woke up, what he saw was Si Yiming frowning, looking at the phone in his hand seriously, sending a message to someone with a serious face.

Just after Gu Bai woke up, he was dazed, and realized that Si Yiming had this solemn appearance again.

Gu Bai, who had just woke up, thought so much when he was not awake. He saw it and was puzzled, so he asked vaguely, "What's wrong with Mr. Si?"

Si Yiming turned his head and glanced at him, and took back the phone casually.

"It's okay," he replied.

It's not a big deal.

It was just trying to get Gu Lang to stay longer in Amazon.

There is no need to tell Gu Xiaobai.

Mr. Si thought sinisterly.

The author has something to say: Gu Lang: I am a fairy board

Si Yiming: Hee hee :)