On the way back, Si Yiming was very silent.
Gu Bai occasionally turned to look at him, but was frightened back by Mr. Si's solemn expression.
Gu Bai wanted to ask if something major happened, but he felt that if something major happened, he wouldn't be able to help, so he might as well stay at home obediently at night, lest others worry about him.
He is very precious to the monsters, and it is related to the future of the monsters.
Gu Bai now has the recognition that he bears a very important responsibility, and currently accepts it well.
Si Yiming tilted his head and glanced at Gu Bai, who put down the back of the chair a little, took out the sketchbook and drew something, glanced over the picture he was drawing, and was stunned.
The person in the picture is him, and the content in the picture is exactly the scene when he went to pick up Gu Bai.
Si Yiming looked at Gu Bai and sketched the scene at that time with a few random strokes, and asked him, "Don't you like to draw people?"
Gu Bai heard Si Yiming suddenly talking to him, looked up at him: "I don't sell these pictures."
Si Yiming frowned.
Xiaocai fans even said that they would not sell it.
Gu Bai carefully looked at Mr. Si's expression, and after realizing that he could no longer see the dignified expression, he finally relaxed.
"Because you are helping me make stocks, I will definitely not be short of money." Gu Bai trusted Si Yiming's ability to attract money, and happily mentioned his plans, "If you don't have any money, you will be much more. Accumulate works, otherwise there will be no works to put on for personal exhibitions in the future.”
Gu Bai didn't change his goals just because his race changed.
He still loves to draw, probably because when he was a child, he thought about his father's self-developed drawing skills when he didn't have any pictures to see.
It is very pleasant to be able to pour the ideal people and things on paper and display them.
Gu Bai likes to do things like this, and it should be a happy thing to be able to leave time and memory with the brush in his hand.
He wants to record where he grew up. Although Mr. Si said that he is already a billion years old, he can't count without memory.
Gu Bai still felt that the small county town was his hometown.
The mountains in his hometown, the water in his hometown, and the people and things in his hometown will all be painted by him with his brush.
"I also want everyone to know about you." Gu Bai said softly, "It's too much of a loss to guard Shenzhou for such a long time."
Si Yiming looked at Gu Bai whispering in his hands, and couldn't help but ask him, "What are you going to do?"
Gu Bai paused and thought about it: "Open a solo exhibition, come out of an independent exhibition hall of monsters and monsters, and draw all your stories!"
"If there are not many people watching, we can ask Mr. Zhai to help promote it." Gu Bai made a small calculation and crackled, "Maybe we can get a lot of offerings!"
Si Yiming looked at Gu Bai's happy expression, but in the end he didn't tell him that they could still harvest a lot of offerings.
These mythical beasts are very good. There are many people who go to several religions to worship them part-time. In addition, there are various related legends to support them.
It's just that what he's doing now is not well known.
Gu Bai wanted to paint, so let him paint.
Such an obedient and considerate little guy should be spoiled, Mr. Si thought.
Gu Bai didn't know what Si Yiming was thinking, and he was still dreaming happily: "In addition to this exhibition hall, I also want to make an exhibition hall for landscape paintings! I haven't finished painting the landscapes that Mr. Bai showed me before. I haven't even started writing the landscape and wilderness on Mrs. Ling Snake's side. Our mountains and rivers are so vast and magnificent, it's worth painting anywhere."
"But it's still too early for me to be eligible to hold a solo exhibition." Gu Bai sighed slightly as he looked at Si Yiming who had drawn an outline on his sketchbook.
Si Yiming said: "Having a dream is a good thing."
After he finished speaking, he took out the pen and sketchbook in Gu Bai's hand. Under Gu Bai's suspicious gaze, he waved his wrist, and with a few strokes, he easily outlined a figure sitting on a stool.
Gu Bai recognized at a glance that Mr. Si painted him.
The person in the painting is wearing a black shirt with sleeves rolled up, with a satisfied and soft smile, holding a paintbrush and smearing the picture in front of him attentively.
Gu Bai was not surprised that Si Yiming could draw.
Because Mr. Si had already shown his understanding of the field of painting, but he hadn't painted for a long time. Si Yiming's brushstrokes were a bit jerky. After painting the black shirt, he gradually became more fluent and skilled.
Gu Bai moved his head closer: "Am I like this?"
Si Yiming didn't answer, the tip of the pen in his hand hooked to the exposed waistline of the person in the painting.
Gu Bai watched Si Yiming slowly but smoothly trace his waist and buttocks with each stroke. It was clearly a very ordinary stroke, but it made him feel numb inexplicably, and the stroke seemed to be hooking on him. It was the same on his body, which made his heart tighten instantly.
This feeling peaked when Si Yiming carefully outlined his exposed ankle.
He looked up at Si Yiming and found that Mr. Si was squinting slightly, with a subtle smile, focusing on the lines under his hand.
Gu Bai glanced at himself in the painting again, and usually a painting showed a bit of color.
He couldn't help pulling down the hem of his shirt, and tugging at the jeans that were a little too short. Unfortunately, he has grown so fast these days, and pulling down can't cover his exposed ankles, socks and feet. The sneakers on top did not play any role in blocking.
Gu Bai lowered his head and glanced at his thin and fair ankle, hooked his foot, watched the change of the ankle, and wanted to look at himself in the painting.
As soon as he raised his head, he met Si Yiming's quiet gaze watching him.
I don't know how long Si Yiming has been watching, there is a smile on his face, but his eyes are pitch black, as if something terrible is hiding.
Gu Bai and Si Yiming looked at each other for two seconds, then rubbed their bodies to the side uncontrollably, instinctively staying away from Si Yiming at the moment.
Si Yiming noticed the little movement he was hiding, so he took his eyes back, looked down at the little brat he drew, then closed the sketchbook and returned it to Gu Bai.
Then he said, "It's time to buy new clothes."
Holding the book, Gu Bai carefully glanced at Si Yiming, and realized that the other party closed his eyes after saying this, so he nodded cowardly, and replied in a low voice, "... um."
Gu Bai opened a certain treasure and casually took a few pictures. After taking pictures, he tilted his head and glanced at Si Yiming, who had put down the back of the chair and half-laid down with his eyes closed, feeling a little uneasy.
He turned to the page drawn by Si Yiming in the sketchbook, looked at it for a while, his eyes wandered around his waist and below for a long time, and finally closed the book with a red face and shrunk into a ball on the chair.
A large part of the creation of words, pictures, music, etc. will reveal the inner thoughts and thoughts of the creators.
To a large extent, the works can reflect the creator's creative state and psychological mood at that time, and Gu Bai is very clear about this.
He couldn't help but look up at Si Yiming, his whole body was like a ball of red-hot coals.
Si Yiming didn't think much of it at all, he was still immersed in the excitement of having an idea for a little cub.
Gu Bai is still a cub!
Even if his deity is very old, he is still a cub.
The calculation of the age of monsters is different from that of humans. They usually start to calculate the age of the monsters, but the monsters who have cultivated themselves into the spirits are basically adults.
And for those innate monsters who are born with intelligence, some of them can take hundreds of years to grow up in their infancy, and in these hundreds of years, he is a cub no matter what.
No matter how old you are.
Si Yiming couldn't believe it.
Especially when he realized that he had thoughts about Gu Bai and looked at this little cub from a different angle, he found that Gu Bai had been covered and poked by him.
Gu Bai, a little monster whose identity is unknown and can be regarded as Gu Lang's cub, now has a smell of Pixiu all over his body.
Hanging around his neck is an extremely precious and priceless wood carving, which is carved with the dharma image of the Pixiu.
He was wearing a superb Pixiu jade string on his wrist. The picture of the Pixiu on this jade string was carved by Si Yiming when he was so busy in the early days.
He still holds Gu Bai's property in his hands, but it is not something he got from Gu Bai, but he is using his innate ability to make money for this little cub.
Instinct doesn't lie.
Si Yiming clearly realized what he was doing when he didn't realize it before.
No wonder Xie Zhi always looked at him with an indescribable expression.
Mr. Si closed his eyes and rested his mind. After analyzing his previous behavior in depth, he opened his eyes and glanced at Gu Bai, who had fallen asleep.
He frowned slightly in his sleep, probably because this position was not comfortable. Even though the chair in the business seat was quite soft, it was very uncomfortable to sit and fall asleep.
Mr. Si asked the flight attendant for a blanket, and slowly put down the back of the chair. Seeing that Gu Bai's eyebrows gradually stretched out, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he was quickly flattened by him.
Obviously, Gu Bai didn't mean that to him.
Mr. Si was very clear about this, he couldn't be more clear, Gu Bai guessed that he regarded him as a friend or elder he could rely on.
Either is fine, it's not what Si Yiming hoped.
Mr. Si leaned on the armrest of the seat, propped up his face and looked at Gu Bai, who was sleeping soundly with the blanket in his arms, squinting slightly, and his eyes swept across Gu Bai.
He stretched out his hand and pulled down the hem of Gu Bai's shirt, covering the exposed belly, and then his hand went down uncontrollably, holding Gu Bai's ankle.
It is slightly cool to start, and it is expected to be smooth to the touch.
Mr. Si rubbed it twice, feeling very good.
He raised his eyes and glanced at Gu Bai again, not knowing what to do next.
Oh, right.
Gu Bai's nominal father is Gu Lang.
Mr. Si clicked his tongue, let go of the hand holding Gu Bai's ankle, frowned slightly, and fell into contemplation again.
When Gu Bai woke up, all he saw was Si Yiming frowning, looking at the phone in his hand solemnly, and sending a message to someone with a serious face.
Gu Bai had just woken up and was in a daze, and found that Si Yiming was in this dignified appearance again.
Gu Bai, who had just woken up, didn't think so much when he was awake. When he saw it, he felt puzzled and asked vaguely, "What's wrong, Mr. Si?"
Si Yiming tilted his head to look at him, and took back his phone as if nothing had happened.
"It's fine," he replied.
Not a big deal.
It's just to find a way to make Gu Lang stay in Amazon a little longer.
There is no need to tell Gu Xiaobai.
Mr. Si thought extremely sinisterly.
The author has something to say: Gu Lang: I’m a day-to-day immortal
Si Yiming: Hee hee :)