An Yu was stunned. He didn't step forward, but instead took two steps back, looking at the scene in disbelief. Gu Fei had actually taken the initiative to strike up a conversation with someone!
This is even more spectacular than a sow climbing a tree.
Lin Qingyan was also a little stunned, because she heard the man's voice, which was gentle, deep and magnetic, and combined with the voice in her memory. If there was any difference, it was that the voice was younger now.
Although he was almost deaf when the man from his previous life came to find him, he could still hear some indistinct sounds, which he could only hear when the man spoke close to his ear.
At that time, he rarely heard men speak; occasionally, a man would lean down and whisper a word or two in his ear.
Lin Qingyan still remembers the feeling back then. When the man spoke, he would exhale hot breath, which would tickle and burn his ears. There would also be a faint, cool, woody cedar scent lingering in his nostrils, which was the man's usual scent.
Lost in thought again?
The boy in front of him was staring blankly in his direction. Gu Fei was still holding the dirty steamed bun he had picked up from the ground in his hand, and waved his other hand in front of the boy's eyes, "You're daydreaming."
Lin Qingyan snapped back to reality and met the man's deep, beautiful eyes, which were filled with calm and indifference, yet also carried a hint of unfathomable emotion, the nature of which she couldn't discern.
Feeling a little embarrassed for staring at a strange man, the tips of his fair ears turned red, and he said awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I didn't hear what you said just now."
Gu Fei subtly shifted his gaze away from the boy's reddened ears, raised the steamed bun in his hand, and said in a nonchalant tone, "This one is dirty."
Lin Qingyan said, "Then...then we don't need it?"
"Hmm." Gu Fei turned around and threw the steamed bun into a nearby trash can. Then he sat down next to Lin Qingyan. The bench was big enough for two people, with a ten-centimeter gap between them.
An Yu, standing to the side, raised his hand to close his jaw, which had dropped in surprise, and then quietly moved closer to that side. The famous Master Gu, with his aloof face, was striking up a conversation with someone for the first time, and An Yu wanted to observe.
However, before he could even take a step closer, Gu Fei suddenly looked in his direction, his cold and indifferent eyes hiding murderous intent. An Yu immediately stopped in his tracks and gave him a harmless grin.
Please continue, I'll just watch and won't bother you!
Isn't this more interesting than watching an old sow climb a tree?
Lin Qingyan glanced to the side and saw that the man's profile was just as handsome as his front view. His lines were so exquisite that they resembled a meticulously crafted painting, with every inch being perfect.
It's just missing something.
He couldn't figure out exactly what it was.
Looking closely, it looks somewhat familiar.
Has he seen this person before? Or is he still not sure?
...
He suddenly realized he was staring at someone again, and quickly looked away, wondering why the person had suddenly approached him.
It doesn't quite feel like a flirtation. Who would strike up a conversation with a blank, expressionless face unless they're out of their mind?
But he wasn't bothered, perhaps because the person's voice sounded very similar to the one in his memory. He even hoped the person could get closer so he could smell if he had any familiar scents on him.
Lin Qingyan was lost in thought, hesitating about how to speak, when that familiar voice rang in her ears again, "You don't have anywhere to stay?"
It's described as an interrogative sentence, but it sounds more like a declarative sentence.
His deep, magnetic voice was as calm as a still electrocardiogram, with no fluctuations.
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