Chapter 32: Same Kind
Qian Zhou forcibly pried Gu Sheng's hands apart, then pulled his clothes down a lot until his buttocks were covered.
"You are really hopeless Gu Sheng. Why do you like staring at other people's butts?"
Qianzhou was so thirsty from talking so much that he went to the kitchen to get some water.
When I came back, there was a smell of cigarettes in the study, and Gu Sheng was sitting on a sunken wood chair, puffing away.
He held the cigarette between two fingers and stared at the computer screen casually.
There were still photos of Bibert's works on the screen.
Qian Zhou took another sip from the cup in his hand, glanced at the screen again, and then looked away.
It's such a mess that I can't understand it at all. Cloth, eyes, blood, all mixed up on the canvas, and I can't tell what the main point is.
Gu Sheng blew out a smoke ring, flicked the ash into the trash can, and commented on the work:
"If your desires are too deep and your obsessions are too strong, and you can't tell what you should hold first, you will end up with nothing."
Qian Zhou took another sip of water and said, "I don't understand."
Gu Sheng didn't say anything more, but answered Qian Zhou's previous question.
"I asked you to recognize him, not to go to his door and say hello."
"I just want to tell you to stay away from him."
"Don't talk to him."
Qian Zhou moved a small stool and sat next to him, thinking it was strange to hear these words coming from Gu Sheng's mouth.
Especially when "stay away from him" and "don't talk to him" are combined together, the severity is obviously more serious.
Gu Sheng put out his cigarette and opened the window.
Qianzhou had already put his head in front of the screen and was staring at Bibert's file again, his face almost touching the computer.
Gu Sheng grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him back to the stool. "Bibert was diagnosed with bipolar disorder last year, but that was just his public statement."
"I met him at an art exhibition when the news broke. His medical history was indeed fabricated. Bibert doesn't look like a severe bipolar person at all."
"I feel the breath of my kind in him."
"Bibert and I are the same."
Gu Sheng saw through Bibert's disguise almost at a glance. Beneath the elegant and gloomy appearance was a completely different side.
Bibert's desires are as intense as those shown in his work.
Psychopathy personality was endowed with unparalleled talent by God at birth, and Bibert displayed everything on the canvas.
His immense talent resonated with the public, and in just two years he rose to the point of being nominated for the top art awards.
Like Gu Sheng, he is a patient and a genius.
Qianzhou pointed at Bibert's photo and asked, "Is he a pervert too?"
Gu Sheng glanced at him expressionlessly, as if he didn't hear those two words.
He also didn't want to know why Qianzhou subconsciously used these two words to describe both him and Bibert.
Next to the heavy and restrained sunken wood chair was a plump white plastic stool. A ripple appeared in Gu Sheng's calm eyes.
Gu Sheng quietly watched Qian Zhou's fingers holding the water cup. It seemed that he always liked to hold something, a snack bag, or a glass bottle of milk.
"I think..." Qianzhou thought about his words.
"Since Bibert is the person in charge, he should be very busy. Jiang En and I are just going there for fun, so we shouldn't run into him."
"Ahem... would you like some water?"
Qianzhou hid his hands in his sleeves, then ran out of the study and took a cup like his to fill with water.
As he passed by the refrigerator, he thought for a moment, then stopped and put some ice cubes into the ice tray.
Gu Sheng took the water from Qian Zhou and asked, "Why did you put ice in it?"
"I think you need to calm down, drink some ice water, and clear your mind."
After Qian Zhou finished this string of advertising slogans, he sat back next to Gu Sheng.
Gu Sheng drank half of the water in the cup, "That makes sense."
Qian Zhou was quiet for a while and asked, "Can you answer a question for me?"
"What."
Qian Zhou said: "It was last night. Why did you suddenly become a different person?"
Taking this opportunity, Qian Zhou intends to get to the bottom of the matter directly.
This was the second time he asked this question. Last time, Gu Sheng didn't say a word. This time, the strategy value was 61.
Gu Sheng should answer him.
Qianzhou held his breath and watched Gu Sheng's reaction.
"And you have no memory of last night do you?"
"Not that there isn't one." Gu Sheng replied.
His fingertips tapped rhythmically on the table. "I know more than you think. If you insist on digging deeper, a situation that neither of us wants to see may occur."
Qian Zhou felt that there was no situation more distressing than being trapped in a small world, so he asked directly:
"Why are you treating me differently?"
The room suddenly became silent. Qian Zhou's question was not only straightforward, but also contained a very obvious temptation.
Last night, Gu Sheng’s words “I really want to dig out what’s in your head” made Qian Zhou think in that direction.
If Gu Sheng is talking about 052.
Does he also know that he is in a small world?
Qianzhou stroked his clothes with his fingertips and glanced out the window. He looked at the ginkgo leaves swaying in the sunlight.
The sound of his own breathing suddenly became obvious.
Qian Zhou took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He counted silently for thirty seconds in his heart, but still did not hear Gu Sheng's voice.
"Why aren't you talking again..."
At this time, Gu Sheng gently pinched his chin and asked him to turn his face back.
"Because I always feel that I have seen you before."
It seemed that he had not only seen it, but also had the delusion of thinking about it. Otherwise, why would he never think of pushing someone else onto the bed?
Gu Sheng gently stroked the corner of his lips with his fingertips and frowned very lightly.
"But why don't you remember me at all..."
Qian Zhou opened his lips slightly, and this sentence overlapped with his vague memory from last night. While his consciousness was fading, a hand grabbed his neck.
The fingers did not use any force, just touched the skin of his neck. Gu Sheng seemed very sad at that time.
"When will you remember me..."
The air in the study had a faint smell of cigarette smoke. Qian Zhou looked at Gu Sheng in confusion as he stood up, left the study, and went to the backyard.
He is smoking again.
Qian Zhou stared at the empty water cup in a daze, muttering: "But I really haven't seen you..."
The flowers in the fence were blown to the side by the wind again. Gu Sheng walked behind the fountain and threw his half-smoked cigarette into a dusty iron bucket.
The iron bucket was occasionally splashed with a few drops of water from the fountain, but now all of it fell on Gu Sheng's shoulders.
There were so many cigarette butts piled inside. Gu Sheng closed his eyes in the backyard and rubbed his temples with his knuckles.
Memories that did not belong to him emerged a little bit, and the voice that was causing trouble in his mind was slowly disappearing.
In a few days.
He might really not want to let Qianzhou leave.
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