Mozart stayed in the painting for a long time.

He visited the bamboo grove behind the house and walked on the path in front of the courtyard. The scenes in these two places are very detailed and exquisite, which is particularly satisfactory to Mu Tze. Satisfied, he remembered that he had not yet said thanks to Qin Chongjin, so he went to the white magnolia tree in the courtyard.

Muzzy was standing under this tree when he came in, and he should also go out from here when he went out. But after standing under the magnolia tree for a few minutes, he felt that his hand was being held.

He couldn't see anything, but a warm texture of skin surrounded his hand. Mu Tsai followed this force and went out. The sky was high, the clouds were light, the green grass was fluffy, and the white magnolia flowers disappeared. Instead, there are sandalwood tables, carved beds and walls with calligraphy and paintings, which are full of antique flavor.

Qin Chongjin is standing in front of Mu Tsai, eyes closed, aiming at his direction, holding his hand with a gesture of invitation to dance.

The other party's fingers are very long, almost covered by the fingers. Qin Chongjin's body is full of heat, and the place where their skin touches is constantly warm.

After coming out of the painting scroll, as soon as he stepped on the ground, he naturally took back his hand and said with a smile: "thank you. The scroll you gave me to live in is very good."

Qin Chongjin twists his fingers on his side, reflecting the smooth and delicate touch of his skin. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he asked, "are you still angry?"

Mutze did not expect that the other side was still entangled in this matter. He thought for a while and said, "no more anger. I was just impulsive, but I really can't like your friend

"Moreover," in the face of Qin Chongjin's silent listening, Mu Tsai unconsciously expressed all his dissatisfaction in his heart, "although I am staying with you for the time being, I have lost some freedom of movement, but I should also have the right to decide whether I want to see people I hate. I was not happy to see your friend, and I would be angry if you stopped me from leaving. I'm not a saint. I can't compare with your white moon

When he said this, he turned his eyes mercilessly at Qin Chongjin.

The other party can't see it anyway.

Qin Chongjin stopped for a moment and then said, "I'm sorry, I was not good before. I didn't want to let you go, but I didn't think about your mood. I won't do this again. If I make mistakes again, you can punish me

When he heard this, he knew it was his turn to perform. He took a light step, but quickly shortened the distance between himself and the other party.

The beauty in red put her hand around the man's neck, and the bright sleeves slipped down, revealing her arms like frost and snow. He leaned into the man's arms, gently blew a breath in the other party's ear, and said with a smile, "how are you going to let me punish you?"

His voice was ethereal and pleasant. At the end of the day, his tone rose slightly, just like in * *.

It's true that Mozart is deliberately making the appearance of * *. But when he was in his twenties, he had no love experience. He was always pursued passively and never took the initiative to attack. Now he finished speaking, but he didn't know how his sentiment was. He looked at Qin Chongjin nervously and observed the other side's reaction.

Qin Chongjin's throat rolled.

He stretched out a hand, took hold of the waist of the man who almost hung on his body, and breathed for a few times in an unexplained way: "listen to you."

The question was thrown back.

After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't think of any punishment that was emotional, interesting and effective. At last, he had to say, "let's palm it."

Let's hit the palm.

This sentence spread to Qin Chongjin's ears, let him have a moment of trance.

There seems to be an illusion in my mind. It seems that when the grass grows and the Orioles fly, the sun is shining, or a teenager, he made such an agreement with the young man with gorgeous features in front of him: "if you bully me again, you can hit the palm of your hand."

The other party is very happy, the snow-white face is suffused with health luster, a pair of eyes are bright as the morning star in the sky. His every move was full of vitality, and he did not have the cold and dead loneliness that had now turned into a lonely soul.

In the mind suddenly appears the picture fragment and like a fog suddenly dissipated, as if separated by the past events which cannot be told.

Let his heart throb and throb.

Qin Chongjin calmed his mind and wrote down the picture in his mind, and then focused his attention on it.

The meaning of palm punishment is very strong. When children are disobedient, most parents choose to palm or spank. After going to school, before the issue of corporal punishment has not been paid attention to, teachers often choose to hit the palm of their hands when facing disobedient children.

But when Qin Chongjin thought of Mu Tsai's snow-white, thin hands, he gently hit his palms. The other party's soft fingertips rub his palm with a little tickle like force, which makes his heart itch. Qin Chongjin thinks that this can be regarded as a kind of interest.

Of course, it is also a different kind of "punishment".He said, "good."

A man's voice is low. When he speaks, his voice seems to come from his chest. Mu Tsai leaned against the other side's arms, his chin was placed on Qin Chongjin's shoulder socket, and he could feel that slight tremor.

He raised his head uneasily, and Qin Chongjin suddenly held out a hand to himself before meeting him: "I made a mistake this time. You can punish me."

Mu Tsai:

It was the first time for him to see that someone had such a request, so he wanted to be punished.

However, since the other party has said so, he will certainly not miss this opportunity.

Mu Tsai stretched out his hand, "Pa Pa Pa" patted Qin Chongjin's palm twice: "OK, don't bully me again."

Qin Chongjin tightened the arm of the other side's waist and raised a small arc around his mouth: "well, don't bully you."

He was also reluctant to bully.

....

The next morning, Mu Tsai woke up. When he came out of the painting, he saw that Qin Chongjin was already dressed and waiting in front of the painting.

Muzzy yawned a little. The picture that the other party gave him to live in was divided into day and night, and the time was almost the same as that outside. Because of the darkness of the night, it was difficult for him to get a good sleep, so that he got up at this moment.

He looked up at the rising sun and Qin Chongjin's thin sweater, shirt and trousers, which were different from yesterday's home clothes. He couldn't help but ask, "are you going out today? It's so formal. "

Qin Chongjin shook his head and said, "no, I'll recalculate the chart of life for Su Yao later, so that he can be better robbed. It's just for mobility. "

Mozart did not understand what it had to do with different clothes, but nodded to show that he knew.

Qin Chongjin continued: "do you want to come and have a look?"

Mutze thought for a moment. He has nothing to do anyway. It's better to follow closely to see how the masters work. So he nodded without hesitation.

The next moment, he felt the world in front of him swayed. Qin Chongjin stretched out his hand directly and held himself up.

Muzzy quickly hooked the other side's neck to avoid falling. He was not used to the sudden embrace, and he couldn't help saying, "why so suddenly I can follow you by myself. I don't need your arms. "

Qin Chongjin heard this little little bit of discontent, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help lifting: "before you were all let me hold you, I thought this time you also want me to hold you."

It seems to be the same for muzzy. With his previous performance, this time he must let the other party carry himself.

It's strange that Qin Chongjin is too conscious, and even before he asks for it, he takes the initiative to hold himself up. Of course, it's not good to disobey the previous set-up. He can only hold the neck of the other party and float a thin layer of red on his face and say, "you know, you should remember to be so conscious next time."

Qin Chongjin nodded naturally: "good, listen to you."

They walked out of the bedroom door and went to the corridor on the left.

Qin Chongjin is separated from the Qin family, forming a separate courtyard and more than one house. Qin Chongjin lives in a small villa with two floors. The space is not small, but there are not many rooms.

It's not convenient for them to open the door again. There is already someone in the room. It is just looking around at the key of various instruments.

Su Yao saw Qin Chongjin holding Mu CAI in his arms. His face changed, but he only said hello: "Mr. Qin, Mu CAI."

Muzzy waved lazily at the other side.

The sleeves of his red dress were wide, but when he raised his hand gently, his sleeve fell down, revealing his thin and white arm, which went deep into Su Yao's eyes.

Qin Chongjin nodded and took Mu Tsai to a royal concubine's bed. He pulled the sleeves for him and said, "maybe you should change clothes. This dress doesn't look very warm. "

Mozart could not understand the other side's thinking: "people are dead, what else to keep warm? I wore this one when I died. I won't change it! "

Qin Chongjin said: "Caicai, what was your last life like?"

Come to, the protagonist attack finally can't help but want to ask him about the past life.

According to the plot of the original work, Mu Tsai did not tell Qin Chongjin the truth when he was asked by the other party. On the one hand, the original body is not willing to reveal the scars. On the other hand, I feel that it is meaningless to tell each other.

It's just a joke to tell someone who doesn't love you about your miserable past.

Therefore, Mu Tsai did not say, just said: "nothing to say, I am just a dandy dandy

Qin Chongjin did not give up, but continued to ask: "but you know me and Su Yao, it seems that you do not like me and him."

Su Yao, who is standing on one side, can't help holding his hand tightly when he hears this.

Without turning his head, Mu Tsai said directly, "be confident. He has gone as if."Qin Chongjin had a meal. But he didn't flinch, but his voice was lower, showing a tender tenderness: "then Caicai can tell me why you hate me?"

When asked this question, Qin Chongjin knew that he was impulsive.

In fact, his impulse was earlier. It may be that when he keeps hearing muzzy talking about his death, or when he sees the first side of the picture, he has already set foot on the road that cannot be turned back.

But Qin Chongjin did not intend to restrain himself. All his feelings and actions towards muzzy come from his own heart. He wants to catch him and get along with each other for a long time. Therefore, he was eager to know what was the obstruction between them.

Clearly, the memory flash in his mind is so beautiful. The young man is clasped with his fingers and looks like the flower of spring dawn. What's going on, making the other party so indifferent to him now.

There was a sneer.

The beauty in red gently raised her foot and stepped on Qin Chongjin's chest. His voice is ethereal, such as in the cloud, a word said: "hate is hate, there is no why."

Qin Chongjin knocked him unconscious.

The cherubs don't panic. This is a sweet sand sculpture dog blood love copy = w =

a little angel asked me whether I had collected in the previous life. As a matter of fact, Caicai and Chuang are both the backstage swordsmen of the script, so they can be said to be them in the previous life. After all, only they can perform_ (:зゝ∠)_ But the ancestor refused to carry the pot, and would use the will to forcibly reverse the script. So what Caicai knows now is not necessarily correct.

All in all, this is a love story of dog blood sand sculpture, who is addicted to dog blood, who can't extricate themselves from acting, attack and wash white, and refuse to take over the script