1439. Chapter 1439 Death Girl VS Crazy Female Match (24)

She knows very well that those who are engaged in the art industry are obsessed with the pursuit of beauty.

The stirring emotions in Qiao Zhihe's heart were beaten back by a basin of cold water when he saw Gu Sheng's face carved from ice and snow.

Seeing that the other party didn't ask what he meant, he took back the words he said.

The two sat quietly like this, surrounded by dancing fireflies, and looking up, there were bright stars.

Gu Shengyin suddenly fell back like this, lying in the grass.

Qiao Zhihe looked at her in amazement. In his mind, the words and deeds of Sister Death seemed to be trained by the most stringent dogma.

Every move, even the standing posture is very strict.

It was the first time he had seen her act so...indiscriminately.

But in his heart, because of this, there were some secret coursing joys.

It seems that such a god of death sister has a little more human touch.

He imitated Gu Shengyin's movements, rested his head with his hands, and lay down on the grass.

Looking at the sky like this, it is completely unclear which are fireflies and which are stars.

Gu Shengyin spoke suddenly: "I don't remember how many years I have been a god of death, nor how many souls have entered the underworld from my hands."

Qiao Zhihe didn't understand what she wanted to express, but he could see that Gu Shengyin wanted to talk to someone.

So he didn't interrupt or ask questions, but listened to her quietly.

Gu Shengyin's cold voice was like a clear spring flowing slowly on such a summer night, which could easily soothe the last trace of dryness in people's hearts.

"You are the only one who can see me as a stranger."

Qiao Zhihe couldn't help showing a smile: He is also a very special existence to Sister Death.

This realization made him very happy.

"I've seen all kinds of people facing death... Xiaohe, let me ask you a question."

Qiao Zhihe focused his attention: "What's the problem, Sister Death?"

Gu Shengyin heard his calm voice: "If one day you knew that you were about to die, what would you think?"

Her voice was too flat, so flat that Qiao Zhihe thought that she really just wanted to ask a question on a whim.

He thought about it seriously, and finally said, "I may be very unwilling?"

Gu Shengyin repeated: "Not reconciled?"

"Yes!" Qiao Zhihe said with a smile: "I'm only seventeen years old, my dream is to become a famous painter, and now this road has just begun, and I haven't proved to my parents that I made the right choice; my father Mom has only one son, and if I die, they'll be very sad; I haven't..."

He suddenly stopped.

Finally he said: "I still want to live a long, long time."

Gu Shengyin just listened quietly, she could hear that Qiao Zhihe still had unfinished words, but it should be a little secret belonging to young people, she did not ask.

Qiao Zhihe said softly what he didn't say in his heart: I haven't confessed to the person I like, and I may not confess to her, but I will work hard to live for a long, long time, so that the one who is with her Time can be as long as possible.

Gu Shengyin turned his head and looked at the bright eyes of the young man under the shadow of the firefly lights, which were full of vigor and vitality.

Such a teenager, his life will end in two months.