Greedy.

Chapter 26

The pile of portraits gave Qiao Qing some inspiration, and he suddenly started to renovate the house.

"—You have moved here for so long, the needs and habits of two people's life are different from those of one person's life, and it is time to change." Qiao Qing said, "Look, the cabinets in the study are full."

"Besides," Qiao rolled his eyes lightly, "I want to make a studio for you."

You startled, and subconsciously explained: "I don't like drawing that much..."

"Shhh—" His smile deepened, and he slowly talked about his thoughts, "I want to transform the small utility room next to the balcony into a study and studio, and buy a bookcase to clean up some books. Put a few lazy people in it." On the sofa, you are drawing there, and I am reading next to you. By the way, I also want to remove the door and replace it with floor-to-ceiling glass windows. Whenever the sun sets, your hair will be plated golden, and the dye on your neck does not belong Your blush is like painting Danqing—”

Your breath stops as he draws.

"It's beautiful." Qiao Qing's voice gradually lowered, "Xiao has been thinking about it for a long time, please satisfy me, okay?"

this person.You smiled helplessly.It was obviously a gift from him with all his heart, but he said it as if it was your permission.

You have no choice but to agree.Qiao Qing was not surprised at all, and continued to hold his chin to imagine: "Should we lay a carpet? It's fluffy when you step on it with bare feet, but I heard that bacteria and dust mites are easy to breed. Are you prone to allergies?"

You shake your head.There is a pulse of human smoke and fire in his words, which easily draws you in and indulges you.

"Lay it out." You smiled slightly, "It should be very comfortable."

So it was a final word.

Qiao Qing's hands are quick, and he immediately starts to do what he has decided.After checking the pattern and drawing the sample, he started to debug the robot's program. A day later, the robot was already working.Qiao Qing supervised the work with arms folded, adding some new ideas into the process from time to time.

Before the week was over, Qiao Qing had already finished the work.

"Huh?" You raised your chin in surprise, "Didn't you say there is a bookcase? Why is there only an easel?"

In the past few days, Qiao Qing claimed to give you a surprise and didn't let you watch the construction process.Now is the first time you see the finished product. The wool carpet is as comfortable as you expected, and the general outline of the studio is also the same, but the bookcase that was agreed earlier is missing.

Qiao lightly held a mysterious smile, and nodded.He didn't know where to press it, and saw the opposite wall move suddenly.The entire snow-white wall is like a sliding door, moving neatly and silently to the left, revealing the brown frame.

It was a lattice, solid wood bookshelf.

At the same time of translation, each bookshelf protrudes slightly forward, with different amplitudes and scattered patterns, and still looks like undulating waves when it is frozen, with a very three-dimensional effect.

Your pupils constrict.

Qiao Qing seemed to be saying something. "I thought of it on the spur of the moment... Changed it... Like it...?" He looked at you with a smile, as if he was waiting for your response.

But you can't hear anything.

You've seen this bookshelf freeze - it's no coincidence.

Your lips move, but you can only make some vague syllables.

Joe smiled lightly.Like a poor magician, he performed an outdated magic trick with great fanfare, but the audience booed and no one cheered him on, so he had to make an embarrassing curtain call.

He pursed his lips, not wanting to say how many sketches he had drawn and how many styles he had changed for the cascading waves, nor did he want to say how much he had measured and adjusted for the natural and elegant curvature, and he was still struggling until last night.He just pursed his lips, smiled helplessly, and said softly, "I don't like it."

He didn't even dare to make the lip line too stiff and cold.

He is sad.you think.

--because I.

As soon as this thought appeared, it was like a bullet in the chest, cutting off all your words.You feel the blood all over your body rushing to your head, and your heart twists suddenly. You tighten your fingers, only to realize that your fingers are cold.

Guess you must be very ugly now.The previous ambitions are still in my ears, and I vowed to say something "I will protect him and coax him", but before the words fell, he was already disappointed.You bit the tip of your tongue and tried to stand up straight, ignoring the roar of boiling doubt in your pulse, trying to control the stiff facial muscles.

Then a smile slowly formed.

You just smiled and said, "Very chic."

"I love so much."

As if to convince someone, you repeat: "I like it very much."

Then Qiao Qing smiled softly.He gently wraps your hand around, his brows seem to be covered with a cool veil.

It was a little blurry for a moment.

It all ended there, and it still seemed respectable.

But you all know it's not right.

The flawed performance fooled no one, but tacitly maintained a precarious peace.

It seems that this is the beginning, heralding a seemingly incongruous ending.

That afternoon, you made an excuse to get your notes and went back to your unknown house.

A person.

You've seen that bookshelf, in the study of this room.

You haven't been back for a long time.This room is stained with the past that you can't get rid of. You dare not face it, so you have to avoid it.Out of some disgust, you don't know the house.You are only staying in a hotel here for the purpose of maintaining the most basic physiological needs.The reason why that bookshelf can impress you is nothing else, it is really unique.

You didn't lie to Qiao Qing, you really like it.

Like it enough that even if you deliberately ignore it, you can remember it in full detail at first glance, so that you can't even kid yourself that it's just a coincidence.

The two bookshelves are identical.The direction of the arc is the same, the degree of protrusion is the same, the layers are the same, the ups and downs are the same, and even the sense of freedom is the same as the wind blowing wheat waves.

But you haven't seen the bookshelf in its place.You have never studied the smart home and mechanism of this house, you always thought it was a fixed decoration.

will it move?You are here now to verify.

Like a deserter in a panic, he rushed to Pandora's box without thinking about it.

Without much effort, you find the button.

You can't tell what mood you are in, you just feel dryness in your throat, and your heart is beating numbly by your ears.

You pursed your lips.

Really bitter.

You press down.Then there was a soft bang, and you turned your head, watching the protruding grids retract and return to their positions, and then, as if closing a cover, a white wall was covered.

Strictly fit, leaving no room for maneuver.

You laughed hoarsely, and finally squatted down slowly, burying your head in your arms.

Joe light.You toss and turn silently.These two words are grinding between your teeth, and the scattered love and hatred are crushed piece by piece, turning into a mess.The chapped lips were moistened briefly, but the salty liquid was just drinking poison to quench thirst. After drying, it was even more heart-wrenching.

It turned out that after the yellow smoke passed, it was the embarrassing truth.

You believe that Qiao Qing will not lie to you.His little complacency and little expectation, like presenting treasures, are still vivid in his memory. That bookshelf must have been made by himself, and it must be just out of liking.

He will not be so cruel.

But why?Even you don't know that the bookshelves in this house move, why can Qiao Qing copy them perfectly?He didn't even plan it for a long time, it was just a small idea on the way of supervision.

...and the previous wind chimes.The previously whitewashed peace was too fragile, and the mockery of fate followed one after another, easily crushing the cluster of flowers.

It is by no means a coincidence that the creative ideas overlapped again and again. Who is behind the scenes flying their fingers and telling the marionettes to dance lightly?

……is it him?But life is already on the right track, and it can be called smooth sailing. What's the use of these actions other than showing off for nothing?Qiao Qing's joy does not seem to be fake, even now, you still believe that he will not deliberately torture you.

But if it wasn't for him, how did Qiao Qing achieve a [-]% coincidence rate?

Is he related to the culprit?Is it related to... your previous predicament?

Your stomach is like lead, and the long-lost nausea returns, pushing you into the unknown.

The author has something to say:

There is a small easter egg in this chapter, I will mention it when I write the extra episode.