Bai Yueguang, he only loves villains [Transmigration Book]

Shi Zhou didn't care about his heart beating wildly, and his first reaction was to pull up the other party's collar to prevent outsiders from seeing it.

He hurriedly got up from the other party: "Button yourself."

Lu Youyuan sat up, fastened the buttons back one by one slowly with one hand.

Even though he was watched by so many people, his movements were still steady, and there was no expression of surprise or uncertainty on his face, as if something very normal had happened just now.

Shi Zhou couldn't take his eyes off the other's bony hand.

It's obviously a very common movement, but there is an inexplicable sexual tension when it is performed by Lu Youyuan.

Thinking of the palms pressed against the opponent's chest just now, the muscles under his hands were warm and tense through a layer of thin clothing.

Shi Zhou still remembered the way the other party looked at him just now, it was as deep as the sea, and it was like a sharp blade with a strong purpose, waiting for a certain moment to be unsheathed.

This kind of spiritual gaze is warm and lonely.

For a second, Shi Zhou felt that he was going to be burned by these intense eyes.

But when he was dazzled, the opponent had already calmed down, making people mistakenly think that everything was his own illusion.

The shameful posture just now came to mind again, and Shi Zhou inevitably started to feel hot again.

He silently spurned himself in his heart, this is his own cub, don't think about it!

Lu Youyuan walked to the door of the villa: "No need to send it off."

Although Shi Zhou was still in a weird mood, he was still reluctant to part: "You can come to my house to play when you are not busy, and I will take you to see the flowers I planted."

"it is good."

Lu Youyuan drove out of the huge villa, turned from the city center full of tall buildings to a fork in the road, and continued on.

The further you drive, the narrower the road becomes. There is an unpleasant smell from far away, and the surrounding buildings gradually become shorter and dilapidated. There is a red sign on every wall.

This is the land he told Shifu, and it will become another real estate in the west city of the imperial capital in the future.

The transformation of the old city, the people who had lived in a humble abandoned building in the imperial capital for decades became the envied demolition households overnight.

Developers are also particularly generous.

Someone said: "Mr. Lu deserves to have lived here for so long, but he still has feelings for this poor place."

Lu Youyuan spent his youth and adulthood here, but he didn't feel like home here.

On the contrary, for a long time he hated this place extremely.

He parked his car in front of the only gray building that was not marked with a demolition sign, and someone poked his head out from the second floor: "You're back?"

Lu Youyuan didn't raise his head to pay attention to the other party, and went upstairs.

As soon as the door was opened, Wan Dong approached casually: "See you?"

Lu Youyuan stared at the doll in the opponent's hand, his eyes were full of coldness and indifference, without any pretense.

"Who told you to mess with things?"

As soon as Wan Dong touched his eyes, he shuddered reflexively, quickly extinguished the cigarette in his hand, and put the doll back untouched.

"I'm here to help you see if the ashes have fallen. I haven't touched anything else except this! You haven't said anything yet, have you seen it?"

"Ah."

The other party gave a "tsk" sound: "After searching for so long, I came back after staying for such a short time."

He winked at Lu Youyuan: "Could you be cowardly?"

Lu Youyuan restored the things the other party had touched: "He doesn't remember me."

"That's right. It's been a year. When I go back to live a comfortable life as a young master with rich clothes and fine food, who can remember this 'slum'."

Wan Dong sighed, "Everything has changed..."

Throwing the other party out of the door, Lu Youyuan walked to the window sill and opened the curtains, watching the day being driven away and the night gradually engulfing the dilapidated wall.

Since he was a child, he knew that he was different from others. He was lonely and surly in his childhood, and he was forced to grow up by the cold reality.

Blood and tears at every step, no one to support, all the way to this day, what I have is still pitifully small.

Human greed is endless.

At first, he thought that a glance from a distance would be enough, but after meeting each other, he greedily wanted to say a few words, but now he lost control more and more.

Hope to be remembered, hope to keep in touch.

Lu Youyuan touched the flower pot imprint left on the window sill.

There used to be potted flowers here, but now they have been sent to where they want to go.

Someone walks around in his world, bringing nothing and taking nothing away. In the end, he is the only one guarding this place, and the land becomes a shackle.

Seeing that the "thorn in the side" had left, Gu Ran and Pei Ziyan had no reason to stay any longer.

It was rare for Shi Zhou to have a clean afternoon, and it was rare for the three of them to have dinner together in the evening.

Shi Mu picked up chopsticks of bamboo shoots for Shi Zhou, and filled a small bowl of soup.

She looked at him distressedly: "Eat more, I haven't grown meat since I came back from the hospital."

Shi Zhou nodded absently while eating a tasteless nutritious meal.

His three meals a day are planned by Qi Qingqing and a dedicated nutritionist. He eats such a light meal every day that he has no chance to gain weight.

It's been a long time since I ate a dish that looks heavy and spicy.

The last time I saw the little grandson brought by the housekeeper to play with a pack of spicy sticks in his hand, I was so greedy for showing him, I got a small pack from the other party and hid it in the flower pot.

So far, there is no chance to secretly take it out and eat it.

Shi's father also echoed, "Still thin, but his complexion has improved. It seems that he is slowly recovering."

"Recently, Mom and Dad don't have time to come back to accompany you every day. When they are bored, they also practice the piano and violin. Also, I haven't seen you draw for a long time. I used to sit in the studio all day..."

With the family background of Shi's family, even if Shi Zhou didn't do anything, he could spend dozens of lives just eating and waiting to die.

After so many years of working in the business world, he has money and status, and he has to keep up with his cultural heritage. Shifu wanted to cultivate an artist from the bottom of his heart.

After satisfying material desires, I began to yearn for Yangchun Baixue again.

In the original text, Bai Yueguang is indeed very talented. He was admitted to the world's top academy of fine arts in the imperial capital when he was a teenager.

It is different from the so-called "Wenqing".

The white moonlight is really cold and unaffected, it is the first moonlight on the cedar needles refracted by dew crystals, and the art's preference for him is soaked in his bones.

It makes people feel ashamed to feel a little jealous.

After traveling through the book for so long, Shi Zhou, besides recuperating from his illness and raising flowers, stares at a few bamboo horses every day, completely forgetting that he still has his own work to do.

He can play a little piano, but he really doesn't know anything about violin and painting.

Shi Zhou had no choice but to bite the bullet: "My hands are raw, I will start practicing in the past few days."

Shifu said with satisfaction: "I don't worry about anything else. It's true that I haven't played the violin for a long time. If you really can't remember it, you can ask that kid from the Ye family to teach you."

"No, no, he's so busy." Shi Zhou choked on a mouthful of soup and coughed, "I can practice by myself."

Shi's mother patted him on the back, complaining a bit: "Why are you in such a hurry, we Zhouzhou have been out of school for two years, why don't you come here?"

Then turned to Shi Zhou and said: "Honey, you can do whatever you want at home, don't listen to your dad worrying about it."

Having said that, Shi Zhou had no choice but to act urgently.

In case they wanted to listen to him play the piano on a whim, let alone him, an "extraterrestrial visitor", occupying his body, for this he had to keep Bai Yueguang's reputation well.

Although Shi's father rejected Ye Xinghan's idea of ​​asking Ye Xinghan to teach Shi Zhou how to practice the piano at the dinner table, the other party still arrived at Shi's house on time the next day.

Shi Zhou looked hopeless: "Aren't you busy filming?"

Ye Xinghan took off his sunglasses, showing a blinding smile: "Uncle Shi asked me to guide you to practice the piano when I was free, so I took a leave of absence and rushed back."

"..."

His good father is really vigorous and resolute, and he can do whatever comes to his mind.

Qi Qingqing excitedly whispered to Shi Zhou: "Is this Ye Yingdi on TV? This is the first time I've seen him alive!"

There are fanatical fans following him everywhere, Ye Xinghan has long been familiar with it.

He waved his hand and said, "It's fine to take a group photo, this is a private trip, but I can sign your clothes."

Qi Qingqing: "It's not necessary, I just sigh, I'm not your fan."

Ye Xinghan: "...Oh."

Shi Zhou had no choice but to take the two of them to the piano room.

Ye Xinghan picked up the antique violin in the violin case and played it: "Not bad, the tone is very clean, better than the ones in my collection."

Even Shi Zhou, who is not an expert, can see how valuable this piano is, but it is a pity that it fell into his hands.

Ye Xinghan sat in front of the piano, looking serious about teaching him: "I'll accompany you, and you play a piece of music you know."

Shi Zhou was forced to pick up the violin as he drove the ducks to the shelves.

He crammed up some basic knowledge last night, and then secretly practiced, and now the only repertoire he knows is two tigers.

Qi Qingqing sat next to Shi Zhou as an audience.

The other party's fair and delicate skin was attached to the body of the piano, with slender fingers, and even the fingertips were glowing with the most beautiful color, as beautiful as a poem written by a bunch of moonlight shining on the water.

No matter how seductive the actor was, he became a background behind the beauty.

However, just two seconds into the performance, Qi Qingqing realized something was wrong.

This is by no means an audiovisual feast.

It is clearly the magic sound filling the ears!

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