[Comprehensive] Perfect Lover Cultivation System

Zhishui Guiyi woke up in a daze, because of the abundant sleep, he was so comfortable that he couldn't help but want to stretch a little.However, with a slight movement of his hands, he discovered that something was wrong.This fright, on the contrary, turned his rationality, which was still cruising in the sky, a lot.The originally sleepy eyes were also fully opened, and when he saw the little boy who rolled into a ball and nested beside him like a ball, Shisui Gui subconsciously slowed down his movements.

Because the distance was too close, Shishui Guiyi could even see the little hole in the boy's little mouth that was slightly opened because he was sleeping soundly.The little boy's appearance is not very delicate, but it is the delicate features of most teenagers.Although, because the eyes are closed, it is still impossible to see the boy's appearance after opening the eyes, but just looking at the other party's sleeping posture, one can deduce that it is a quiet child.

Zhishui Gui wandered around with many irrelevant things in his mind.Most of the time, when he is not holding the strings, he is undisciplined and lifeless. Few people can really reach this point and put all their minds on the cello, so that in life, apart from sleeping on the cello, There is no other color in the pure white boy's heart.

Even now, Zhishui Guiyi was able to describe Yan Hong's appearance in a half-dream and half-awake state.

After posting for a while, seeing that the little boy hadn't woken up, Zhishuigui rubbed his eyes and looked at the sky, the sun was still warm, maybe it would be a good idea to sleep for a while.

After noticing that the young man beside him who had clearly woken up was breathing steadily again and approaching a sleep state, Yan Hong suddenly opened his sleepless eyes, his eyelashes drooping slightly, but in his heart he quickly made the original plan and started all over again. .To be able to fall asleep without distraction again when he finds a strange boy lying beside him.It is enough for Yan Hong to spy on one or two waves in Zhishui Guiyi's heart.

For this young man living in his own world, it is naturally as pure as a piece of white paper.But such teenagers, perhaps because they are so well protected, do not have a clear concept of black and white, right and wrong. They are more self-centered, living in a well-planned circle, and have no intention of breaking out of the cage. idea.

It is not difficult to tame such domestic sheep, but it is not easy.

When Zhishui Guiyi opened his eyes again, he felt that someone was blocking the sun that made him lazy and comfortable. The mist dissipated, but there was still a bit of inadvertent haze.Slowly getting up from the ground, Zhishui Gui subconsciously showed a well-bred smile, and then said slowly and calmly in a voice that would make your whole bones crumble, "Good afternoon, kid."

What about the children made Yan Hong, who could no longer remember how old he was, feel instant liver pain!

Even so, Yan Hong still had the old-fashioned paralyzed face, but his dark eyes were full of curiosity and timidity, and he looked at Shishui Guiyi with a little complexity.The small body is even tighter into a straight line, as if as long as Zhishuigui makes a slight movement, he will flee like a frightened bird.

Even a slow-witted and cute guy like Zhishui Guiyi also noticed Yan Hong's strong emotions of curiosity and fear, nervousness and wanting to be close, and subconsciously revealed the angelic healing level reached the full level smile.It's just that he's not always talkative, and he's always reacted a little bit slowly. After Shimizu Keiichi's entire nerve reflex arc filtered this matter, the final answer is still that he doesn't know how to deal with this matter. matter.

Noticing that Yan Hong's gaze was always lingering on the cello he had been taking care of all the time, Zhishui Guiyi reacted extremely quickly at this moment, and a smile bloomed from the corners of his eyes to his lips, as if it had already been rusted. The machine was suddenly repaired and oiled, and it started to run quickly again, with a burst of vitality.

The sound of the cello is brighter than that of the violin, perhaps just like its own generous volume, it is more calm and atmospheric, warm and generous.Singing softly, speaking softly, just like Zhishui Guiyi, who is obviously only a young boy, but there are not too many sharp edges and corners, which only makes people feel harmless and cute.

Once Zhishui Guiyi devoted himself to the world of the cello, he really had no distractions. He had already forgotten Yan Hong on the side, but the corners of his lips curled up in happiness.

Even Yan Hong, who thought his heart was as hard as iron, had a momentary illusion that he saw an angel with a halo above his head.

Yan Hong has been going around in various worlds for so long, and he can play and sing more or less.But to be proficient, it is not as good as those who have devoted their entire energy and enthusiasm to the artistic field of music.However, Yan Hong can definitely be called a master when it comes to appreciation and taste.

Shimizu Keiichi's cello sound, compared with those of everyone, naturally has various shortcomings.Ten years of sharpening a sword, and music together, originally required years of hard work, although talent also played a very important role.However, no matter how talented a person is, he just let his talent go to waste in the end, and in the end it is just an injury to Zhong Yong.

Perhaps Keiichi Shimizu still has some flaws in some skills, but from the piece he is playing now, there is nothing to criticize emotionally.Of course, this is also related to the fact that the songs chosen by Keiichi Shimizu tend to sing the bright side, with positive and optimistic emotions.Maybe if Zhishuigui changed his style of music to perform a sad tune, maybe the effect would be greatly reduced.

After the song was over, Yan Hong looked at the sky and decided that it would be better to find a shelter for now.He definitely didn't want to go back to the orphanage, but he didn't have any suitable places to go at the moment.Coupled with the fact that his physical age is a little younger, for a while, Yan Hong actually felt that he couldn't think of any suitable way other than "robbing the rich and helping the poor", so that a kid like him could live in Tokyo, where the consumption is extremely high. foothold.

On the one hand, she was thinking about where she was going tonight, but on the other hand, Yan Hong relied on her young body to directly transform her eyes into star eyes of worship, but such eyes appeared on the iceberg whose facial nerves were tending to be paralyzed. On the face, if it wasn't for Yan Hong's young age, it would really be beyond simple pretending to be tender.

As soon as Zhishuigui packed up his precious cello and walked home with the piano case, Zhishuigui felt a little at a loss for the little guy who followed him step by step.He is also staying at his aunt's house now, and it seems a bit bad to bring this little guy back.

It didn't cause much trouble for Zhishui Guiyi. After Zhishui Guiyi arrived at the door of his aunt's house, Yan Hongji ran away quickly after knowing the house number.

This run reminded Yan Hong of some small things he put in the system package, and taking out some casually was enough to solve his immediate needs.However, looking at Zhishui Guifang's shaken and dazed look, it might be that he has solved his own economic crisis, but he will miss the opportunity to conquer the young man's heart in one fell swoop.In addition, he is currently a minor, even if he sells some things on the black market in exchange for money, he will still need a nominal guardian to live outside.

Yan Hong, who had an idea flashed in his mind, immediately executed his plan with great motivation.

Zhishui Guiyi is a person who lacks the concept of time, and is quite loose and stubborn.In his world, he probably played the cello until he was tired, then he ate and slept, and the first thing he did after waking up was to touch his beloved cello.

On this day, Zhishui Guiyi practiced the piano until very late as usual, and it was not until the earth was stained with the first smear of light that he realized in a daze that maybe it was time for him to go to bed.Carefully put the violin away, and when he was about to close the curtains, Shimizu Keiichi, who had lost focus and was in a daze, found the little boy curled up at the door of his aunt's house.

Young people's hearts are always very soft.Or maybe it was just because the two of them slept together on the grass yesterday afternoon, and the boy showed unreserved admiration for his piano music.Shimizu Keiichi, who originally planned to take the opportunity to go to bed and lie down for a while before his aunt's family got up, finally opened the door and went downstairs.

As soon as the door opened, Shishui Guiyi was just about to say something, but he realized dully that he didn't even know the boy's name.With this hesitation, Shishui Guiyi watched the boy once again display the speed of the [-]-meter sprint, and quickly disappeared at the door.

"Guiyi, haven't you slept yet? Did you just focus on practicing the piano again and forget to go to bed?" Aunt's voice sounded from behind, and as soon as Zhishui Gui turned around, he knew that he seemed to be worrying his family again.I want to explain, but I don't know how to speak.It's just that her cheeks were flushed, and her light green eyes were filled with watery embarrassment.

Just such an expression made the aunt, who was planning to think about the boy, take back all the nagging: "I have to go to class later, go back to sleep for a while."

Returning to the room in a daze, Zhishui Guiyi, who was lying on the bed after washing, suddenly remembered the boy who had been forgotten by him accidentally, and felt strange in his heart, but his body was too tired, and there was no Given how many chances he was given to think, Zhishui Gui fell into a sweet dream as soon as he touched the pillow.

☆、38·Golden Strings