Chapter 1439

She is well aware of their pursuit of beauty in the art industry.

Qiao Zhihe's emotional agitation was beaten back by a basin of cold water when he saw Gu Sheng's face carved by ice and snow.

Seeing that the other party did not ask what he meant, he took back the words from his mouth.

They sat quietly with the fireflies dancing around them. Then they looked up and saw the bright stars.

Gu Shengyin suddenly fell back and lay in the grass.

Qiao Zhihe looked at her in amazement. In his mind, the words and deeds of death sister seemed to be trained by the most severe dogma.

Every move, even the posture of standing is very strict.

It was the first time he saw her like this It's not about the details.

But in the bottom of his heart, because of this, he raised some secret joy.

Such a death sister, it seems, more than a trace of human feelings.

Learning from Gu Shengyin's movements, he put his hands on his head and lay down on the grass.

Looking at the sky in this way, we can't tell which is the firefly and which is the star.

Gu Shengyin suddenly said, "I don't remember how many years I've been a god of death, or how many souls have entered the underworld from my hands."

Qiao Zhihe didn't understand what she wanted to express, but he saw that Gu Shengyin wanted to talk to people.

So he did not interrupt or ask questions, but listened to her quietly.

Gu Sheng's cold voice in such a summer night is like a spring flowing slowly, which can easily soothe the last trace of heat in people's hearts.

"You are the only one who can see me as a stranger."

Qiao Zhihe couldn't help but show a smile: he is a very special existence for death sister.

This kind of cognition makes him very happy.

"I've seen all kinds of people facing death Crane, I want to ask you a question

Qiao Zhihe focused his attention: "what's the problem, sister death?"

Gu Shengyin heard his calm voice: "if one day you know you are going to die, what kind of thoughts will you have?"

Her voice is too bland, so bland that Qiao Zhihe thinks that she really just wants to ask a question.

He thought about it seriously for a moment, and finally said, "I may not be reconciled to it."

Gu Shengyin repeated a sentence: "not reconciled?"

"Yes Qiao Zhihe said with a smile: "I'm only 17 years old. My dream is to become a famous painter. Now this road has just begun. I haven't proved to my parents that I have chosen correctly. My parents have only one son. If I die, they will be very sad; I have not..."

He suddenly stopped talking.

Finally he said, "I want to live a long, long time."

Gu Shengyin just listened quietly. She heard Qiao Zhihe's unfinished words, but it should be a little secret of young people. She didn't ask.

Qiao Zhihe gently said what he didn't say in his heart: I haven't confessed with the person I like, and I may not confess with her, but I have to work hard to live for a long time, so that I can spend more time with her.

Gu Sheng turned his head and looked at the bright eyes of the young man under the shadow of the firefly lamp.

Such a teenager, his life will end in two months.

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