After several days, Gu Sheng went to see Qiao Zhihe again.

The 17-year-old Xiaonian is wearing a white shirt and looks like a beautiful boy coming out of a cartoon.

When he saw Gu Shengyin, Qiao Zhihe was happy.

He showed his latest painting to Gu Shengyin. It was a bunch of sunflowers blooming in front of the sun.

Gu Sheng looks at the painting for a long time. Qiao Zhihe's painting looks different from his people.

No matter who sees this young man, he will feel that he is the gentle and smooth gentleman described in the book.

But in his paintings, he did not feel this temperament at all. Instead, he was very passionate and unrestrained, as if he was always pursuing something tirelessly.

He is a talented painter.

Not only does Gu Shengyin think so, but many old painters are also very optimistic about this young younger generation.

Even Qiao Zhihe's parents, after seeing the talent revealed by their son, never asked him to go into business again.

Such a pure artistic soul is born for painting.

"Beautiful painting." Gu Sheng exclaimed.

Qiao Zhihe heard his praise, and his eyes showed a strong smile.

Gu Sheng looked at him over his head. The young man had a vigorous smile, which could easily infect others.

There was a sudden surge in her desire to talk.

"Little crane, would you like to go for a walk on the mountain with me?" She asked.

Qiao Zhihe nods when he hears the speech. In fact, he is willing to go anywhere as long as he is with his sister.

Gu Sheng held out his hand towards him, and Qiao Zhihe's eyebrows and eyes trembled, then stretched out his slender hand and gently put it on the black glove.

There was a sense of cold passing through the gloves.

The body of death sister is always so cold, just like

Qiao Zhihe turned his head and looked at the God of death hidden in his hood forever.

It's like, death sister, the whole spirit, gives people the same feeling.

His body floated up, Qiao Zhihe suspended in the void, looking at the lights under his feet.

Such an experience is no stranger to him. But no matter how many times he passed, he held the same expectation and joy.

Because only at such a time can he be so close to death sister.

Gu Shengyin really took him to a mountain.

Summer night, fade. To the day in the dry heat, coupled with the cool wind on the top of the mountain, it is very refreshing.

Qiao Zhihe looked around, it was very dark, and the only light was a brilliant light in the distance - there was the city where he lived, so far away, he could only see a continuous band of light.

Seeing him subconsciously approaching himself, Gu Sheng thinks Qiao Zhihe is too dark to get close to him.

She thought about it, and her mind moved slightly.

In an instant, there are countless small light spots rising from the jungle, wandering around the two people.

These lights, though weak, still light up the place.

Qiao Zhihe's eyes widened. He was shocked to see the fireflies all over the sky. He couldn't speak for a long time.

Never seen such a beautiful scene.

When he turned to his side, he saw that the cloak on his head had been taken off, and the black sickle he had been holding in his hand had disappeared.

"Sister death?" His face is a little red.

However, Gu Sheng should be excited by the beautiful scenery in front of him.

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the end of the eighth shift.

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