Every night, there are always a few piaos knocking on the door

The name on the lips did not come out.Han Jiyong shook his head.

Ling Chuan asked: "Who is it?"

Han Jiyong still shook his head and said nothing.

Luo Weiyu glanced at Han Jiyong's swollen wound, frowned and said, "Should we treat it first?"

Han Jiyong was silent for a while, and then gave a soft "um".

Ling Chuan walked over, covering his wound with his palm.The gentle flames brushed past, and the scars returned to their original state.

Han Jiyong nodded at him, "Thank you."

Ling Chuan narrowed his eyes, "Aren't you even curious?"

Han Jiyong pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, like a smile.

Ling Chuan rubbed his chin with his index finger and thumb, "What can double pupils see?"

Han Jiyong shook his head, not knowing what he wanted to express.

Luo Weiyu reached out and took his hand, "We are going to find someone, you go with us first? Then we will send you back, okay?"

Han Jiyong looked down at the hand holding him, and nodded slightly.

With the guidance of the cyan light seal, it is much easier to find someone.The light print kept dancing between his fingers, sometimes bent into a four-leaf clover, sometimes tied into a bow, sometimes turned into a spring. There was always a small arrow on the tail, pointing the direction conscientiously.

Luo Weiyu looked amused, and pulled Ling Chuan towards the direction where the little tail pointed, and Guangyin tightly wrapped around Ling Chuan's fingers, turning into little wings, and desperately flew in the direction that the little tail pointed—— Of course, it must not be able to move Ling Chuan, so it flapped its small wings faster and faster.

Luo Weiyu pointed to Little Wing, "Why is it still turning red?"

Ling Chuan said indifferently: "If you fly for so long and still can't drag a person, your face will be red."

Luo Weiyu black line: "So, this is tired?"

"Ah."

Luo Weiyu laughed, "Hey, this thing is quite fun!" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and poked the light seal.

The little wings turned red all of a sudden.

"Hey, there is also a color-changing one? It's fun!" He said and stretched out his hand to poke.

Ling Chuan quickly withdrew his hand, "Don't tease it! If you are shy, it will explode in a while!"

The little wings shrank behind Ling Chuan's palm, leaving a small tail with an arrow pointing the direction conscientiously.

Luo Weiyu sighed with a "tsk tsk": "Men Sao, too boring!"

The little arrow is very smart, it won't just point to a straight line and lead people into the sea.There is also an automatic avoidance function when encountering obstacles.Turning and turning took him to the street basketball court in the community, Guang Yin happily let go of Ling Chuan's fingers, flew towards the man leaning against the street lamp, and sank into his body.

That slender black figure was leaning on the telephone pole, with a sketchbook on his left arm and a pencil in his right hand.The pen tip rubs against the paper to make a "rustling" sound, which is very clear in the silent night.

Ling Chuan's voice broke the silence: "Who are you?"

The tip of the pen snapped off with a "click".

Qing Kong raised his head and sighed softly, "You really don't remember me?"

Ling Chuan tightly pressed his lips together, "What did you do to Apiao?"

Clear Sky straightened up.

It was only then that Luo Weiyu saw a half-person-high black travel bag at his feet.In the outermost pocket is a silver-gray kettle with a light blue dragon mark floating on it.

His eyes swept across Luo Weiyu and Han Jiyong behind Ling Chuan, his eyes were fixed, and he said coldly to Han Jiyong: "Monster, you didn't have anything wrong with that knife just now?"

Han Jiyong's eyes darkened, he looked down at the ground without saying a word.

Ling Chuan's blood became cold.He had already guessed that this might be the case, but since Han Jiyong didn't say anything, he could also comfort himself by saying that Qing Kong would not do such a thing... But now it seems that he is not allowed to deceive himself any longer.

What a disappointment.

Ling Chuan closed his eyes and bit his lips tightly.

Opening his eyes again, Ling Chuan waved a red light towards the clear sky.

The clear sky retreated rapidly, the sketchbook in his hand was split by the light, and A4-sized paper was scattered all over the floor.

Luo Weiyu picked up a piece of sketch paper that floated to her feet.

The paper has turned yellow, and the black and white sketch is as delicate as a portrait.Looking at the time in the lower right corner, it turned out to be ten years ago.

The air condensed, and swords were drawn between Ling Chuan and Qing Kong.

Luo Weiyu bent down and picked up the drawings one by one, and put the earliest ones first in chronological order.

Dozens of drawings, all of the same person.The brushstrokes, from childishness to maturity, completely record the growth of the painter, and vividly depict every frown and smile of the person in the painting.The people in the painting and the painter grow up together, from immature to young, they have been together for more than ten years, and then they are blank.

Luo Weiyu counted, seven sheets, a total of seven sheets of blank paper.Only the year is marked on it, there is no month and no day, like a heavy expression - without the person in the painting, the painter's world is nothing but a blank.

Then there is the painting from the day before yesterday.There are three portraits on a piece of paper, the brush strokes are a little messy because of the sharpness, and the three expressions appear vividly on the paper with just a few strokes.

The affection when staring, the sadness when slightly nodding, the panic when the eyes widen.The same person, on the same picture, with three completely different expressions, it is not difficult to see the painter's intention.

Then came the paintings from the past two days.

Or a somewhat sad silhouette, or a smile as bright as the sun on the front, each of them is full of thick colors, as if there is an inexplicable emotion that has nowhere to vent.Deeply suppressed, every cell can't breathe.

Every picture, every picture is Ling Chuan.It was full of Ling Chuan.

Han Jiyong suddenly reached out to take the drawing paper in Luo Weiyu's hand, stepped forward, and stuffed them into Ling Chuan's hand.

Ling Chuan shook his hand, and the drawing papers scattered all over the floor, so Han Jiyong bent down to pick them up one by one, rearranged them, and sent them to Qingkong.

Qing Kong glanced at him and refused to answer.

Han Jiyong just held out his hand.

The clear sky remained motionless.

After a stalemate for half a minute, Han Jiyong's lips trembled, and he said softly: "Your hostility towards me...has no basis at all."

Qing Kong pursed her lips, snorted softly, and took the drawing paper.

Han Jiyong retreated to Luo Weiyu's side.Luo Weiyu took his hand and stuffed it behind her, as if subconsciously protecting him.

A warm light flashed through the heavy pupils.He looked at the two people who were facing each other.

Neither Ling Chuan nor Qing Kong spoke, and the scene was completely silent.

Finally, Ling Chuan said: "Where did you get all Apiao?"

"Ah Piao..."

Luo Weiyu didn't know if it was her own illusion.He always felt that Qingkong seemed to be smiling.

Qingkong's sharp eyes fixed on Ling Chuan, "You still like to give those things strange names!"

Under such eyes, Ling Chuan was completely defeated.He averted his eyes, "Give them back to me!"

Qingkong took a few steps back, and took out the silver-gray water bottle from the bag next to the travel bag, "All you want, Apiao, is in it."

Ling Chuan's pupils shrank, "What do you want?"

"I have no place to live, let me live in your house..."

"I have no place in my house!" Ling interrupted him abruptly, "You don't have to think about it, I have no place in my house."

Qingkong sneered, raised his chin and pointed at Luo Weiyu, "Then let him move out."

Ling Chuan laughed back angrily, "Oh, where are the rules? Why should I let my boyfriend move out and let you live in alone?!"

Luo Weiyu only felt that her hand was painfully held by Han Jiyong.The pitiful little eyes made him want to explain clearly immediately, but he knew that this was not a good time for Ling Chuan to tear things down, so he just looked at the clear sky without fear, "Ling Chuan is right, why should I move?" go out?"

For a while, the anger soared.Ling Chuan closed his eyes, and was even ready to be swallowed by anger, but Qing Kong's anger disappeared in an instant.

Ling Chuan looked at him fixedly.

Qing Kong raised the corners of her lips slightly at him, and said leisurely: "Do you want me to sleep on the street?"

Ling Chuan froze in place.That was the look he was most familiar with.The coldness carries Qingkong's unique gentleness, which makes him willing to sink into it at any time.

Ling Chuan finally compromised.

Qingkong stuffed the drawing paper and pencil back into the travel bag, released A Piao who was imprisoned by him, walked to Ling Chuan's side, and whispered in his ear: "I knew it, you will definitely come."

Ling Chuan bit his lips tightly and said nothing.

The author has something to say:

In fact, the saddest of the few people is the little friend Han Jiyong... As for why, I will talk about it later.Please look forward to it~~~╭(╯3╰)╮