Chapter 1439: Death Girl VS Heartbreaking Woman (24)

She knows very well that they are engaged in the art industry and are obsessed with the pursuit of beauty.
The emotions in the heart of Joe Zhihe were hit back by a cold water when he saw the face of Gu Sheng’s ice and snow carving.
Seeing the other party did not ask for what he meant, he took the words to his mouth and collected it.
The two sat quietly like this, surrounded by fireflies dancing, and then looked up, is a bright star.
Gu Sheng suddenly fell backwards like this, lying in the grass.
Joe Zhihe looked at her with some surprise. In his mind, the words and deeds of the death sister were like the most demanding dogma.
Every move, even the posture of standing is very strict.
For the first time, he saw her like this... informal action.
However, in his heart, there was some secret ecstasy for this.
Such a death sister seems to have more human touch.
He learned Gu Sheng's movements, put his head on his head, and lay down on the grass.
Looking at the sky like this, it is completely unclear, which are fireflies and which are stars.
Gu Sheng suddenly spoke: "I don't remember how many years I have become a of death, and I don't remember how many souls have entered the underworld from my hands."
Joe Zhihe didn't understand what she wanted to say, but he saw that Gu Sheng wanted to talk to people.
So he did not interject, did not ask, but listened to her quietly.
Gu Sheng’s cold voice seems to be a clear spring flowing through the summer night, which can easily heal the last sweltering heat in the heart.
"You are the only one who can see me as a stranger."
Joe knows that He can't help but reveal a smile: he is also a very special existence for the death sister.
This kind of cognition makes him very happy.
"I have seen all kinds of people facing death... Xiaohe, I ask you a question."
Joe Zhihe concentrated his attention: "What problem, death sister?"
Gu Sheng heard his calm voice: "If you have a day, you know that you are going to die, what kind of thoughts will you have?"
She is too flat, and she is so flat that she knows that she knows that she is really just thinking about it.
He thought about it very seriously and finally said, "I may not be reconciled?"
Gu Sheng repeated one sentence: "I am not willing?"
"Yeah!" Qiao Zhihe said with a smile: "I was only seventeen years old. My dream is to become a famous painter. Now this road has just begun to go. I have not proved to my parents that I have chosen the right one; my father Mom only has one son. If I die, they will be very sad; I have not..."
He suddenly stopped his mouth.
Finally he said: "I still want to live for a long time."
Gu Sheng was just listening quietly. She heard out that Joe Zhihe had unfinished words, but that should be a small secret belonging to young people. She did not ask.
Qiao Zhihe said in his heart that he did not say anything: I have not confessed with people I like, I may not confess with her, but I have to work hard for a long time, so, with her Time can be long and long.
Gu Sheng turned his head and looked at the light of the fireflies, the bright eyes of the teenager, and the vigor and vitality inside.
Such a teenager, his life will end in two months.