bookcurios Chapter 1 Seraphim 1
Chapter 1 Seraphim 1
Eight in the morning.
The extremely precise biological clock allowed Luo Xi to open his eyes before the alarm bell rang.
The curtains were faintly golden, and it was a fine day outside.
This is the first day of cohabitation.
The young man gently lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and opened the curtains to let the sunlight in.
Looking at it from this angle, I can just see the garden of my boyfriend's house with clusters of roses blooming.
He took a deep breath and turned his head, trying to wake up his lover and ask him what he planned for breakfast.
The young man bent his lips subconsciously, but his eyes suddenly froze when they touched the figure on the bed.
The other party only showed half of his face, with deep eyebrows and eyes, and his long hair was a little messy. It was hard to tell whether it was silver or white, and it looked like moonlight.In the sunlight, it looks inexplicably sacred.
Like walking out of a painting.
Luo Xi rubbed his eyes, feeling that he was probably still asleep.
He pinched himself hard.
There is pain, not a dream.
The mild and gentle smile on the young man's lips disappeared immediately.
——So, where is his boyfriend?
On the first day of cohabitation with her boyfriend, her boyfriend disappeared inexplicably, and was replaced by someone she didn't know at all.
Luoxi felt that it would be better for him to call the police first.
The safety of her boyfriend is of course worthy of concern, but it does not rule out that he has been jumped by some kind of fairy.
Although he decided to live together, he and his boyfriend didn't know each other for long.
Things start a month ago.
He was dragged by his colleagues to see the recent exhibition of young painters who are in the limelight. His colleagues were too busy trying to please his sweetheart, and completely ignored him as a backup wingman.
The art exhibition was huge, covering several venues. He walked aimlessly while looking at it, and wandered to a remote corner unknowingly.
Then, just like the beginning of the novel, I met a down-and-out young painter whose talents were underappreciated and whose paintings were not appreciated.
After dating a few times, I fell in love inexplicably.
By the way, even though his boyfriend looked down and out when we first met, he was indeed a rich second generation, with both parents dead, the kind who owns a car and a house.
The so-called cohabitation means that he packed up all his things and brought himself to his boyfriend's villa together.
Unexpectedly, an accident would happen on the first day of cohabitation.
Luo Xi subconsciously held his breath—of course not because the person lying on the bed had a beautiful profile, but because his mobile phone was pressed near the other person's head.
Get the phone first, then go outside the room to call the police, that's all Luo Xi's plan.
In a few moments, the alarm clock should go off.
Roxi bent down and carefully squeezed his hands under the pillow.The young man's nerves were tense, and his back was bent into a beautiful arc. When he grabbed the phone, he was slightly relieved.
Next, just go out and call the police... right?
Think so.
He met a pair of cold eyes that suddenly opened.
The other party's golden, inorganic eyes were staring at him without blinking.
Luoxi shuddered, and it became even more difficult to breathe.
As if being targeted by some dangerous beast, the young man's brain went blank for a moment.
He couldn't describe the feeling.
The next second, with a little slowness and belated awareness, the man's eyelashes trembled, and he blinked quickly and lightly.
"What time is it?" He asked, with a natural and familiar attitude, and compared with before counting breaths, there were almost two people.
Luo Xi was silent.
He couldn't have misheard his boyfriend's voice.
"Eight o'clock." The young man's voice was slightly dry, and he unconsciously raised his voice, calling out the other party's name.
"Thank you Chuji."
What answered him was his boyfriend's completely subconscious humming that came out of his nasal cavity.
The young man with silver-white hair and bright golden eyes tilted his head and tentatively said, "Did I accidentally make you angry? I'll change it now."
After all, in Xie Chuji's perception, Luo Xi rarely calls himself by his full name.
Luoxi: Very good, it is indeed his clingy boyfriend.
Luo Xi no longer wanted to call the police.
All he wanted to do now was to search on Baidu how likely it was that someone would undergo a painless plastic surgery overnight.
But in the end, he didn't ask anything, just picked up the phone full of complexity, and took a picture of the young man.
Luo Xi handed the phone to Xie Chuji and let him look at it himself.
Xie Chuji took the phone, and after a while, with a dignified expression, he said slowly: "Honey, do you believe that there is a god in the world?"
After all, he supported his body on his elbows and slowly sat up from the bed.
Swish it.
Luo Xi saw six pairs of huge white wings spread like springs behind him, and the feathers fluttered around the room, each with a light-colored soft halo.
He subconsciously reached out to catch one, swallowed, his brain was on the verge of shutting down.
The boyfriend was not missing and killed, nor was he jumped by a fairy.
It's just that boyfriends aren't human, eh.
He didn't lose his composure on the spot, which is already a sign of Luo Xi's strong heart and deep love for her boyfriend.
He heard his calm voice: "I believe it now."
"Wait...you let me go and calm down first."
After all, the young man opened the door of the bedroom and walked out without looking back, as if fleeing in despair.
In the room, the man who was left alone looked at the young man's back, and the emotion in his eyes disappeared little by little until he disappeared into the corner of the wall, completely returning to his previous indifference and majesty.
Xie Chuji is Seraphim today.
All the deeds related to Seraphim in the classics were done by him alone.
He was the one who killed 18 Assyrian troops overnight.
He was also cast into hell for his arrogance.
You can call him Michael, or you can call him Lucifer.
Xie Chuji has countless identities.
He doesn't know how he came to this world, as if he was born with a memory, he only faces a new form day after day, and has more related memories in his mind.
The reason why I chose the painter who woke up one day as the main identity and communicated with various people is to prevent getting lost in memory and losing myself.
He needs someone to remind him and remember that his name is Xie Chuji, not all kinds of monsters and heroes that appear in myths or legends, or anything else.
Since using the name Xie Chuji for activities, he hasn't turned into a species other than human for a long time.
Change the treatment every morning at most, from a painter to a king (of course, the possibility of becoming a beggar is not ruled out), and experience a new life that lasts no more than 24 hours.
However, the current identity is only out of the need to maintain a stable form. Xie Chuji is not a human being, and naturally he will not consider mate selection and marriage at the right age like human beings.
No matter how he looked at it, he had no intention of falling in love with anyone.
It was a complete accident to associate with Luoxi.
He stood not far from the painting that day, looking at the messy lines that were enough to shock the spirit, he had already made a good plan that no tourists would come here.
His identity is a painter, and he has extremely superb skills in his mind, but Xie Chuji can't draw at all.
No matter how wonderful the idea is, when it lands on the tip of the pen, it looks completely different.
It can be said that, as an outstanding young painter in concept, he made his reputation drop again and again by virtue of his strength, moving from the center of the exhibition hall to the corner.
Maybe next time he will be completely kicked out of the exhibition list.
Just when Xie Chuji was considering whether to continue his activities as a musician after being kicked out of the show, he met Luo Xi.
The young man frowned and looked at the pile of lines, his face was full of unthinkable, but he still stood patiently in front of the picture for a long time.
"Ah, I recognize it."
"The painting on it should be a garden." Xie Chuji heard the other party say this, his tone was light and fast, like a feather falling on his heart.
The young man's side face looked focused and gentle, and he heard the sound of his heart beating faster.
When he regained his senses, he walked up to the young man, told him that the painting was indeed a flower, and invited him to visit his garden.
Xie Chuji still can't understand why he made that decision.
He only remembered that the young man was obviously taken aback, and after a while, he bent his amber eyes and thanked him.
The young man was very interested in the roses he planted, and he also wanted to invite the other party to see the roses. He exchanged contact information logically, and then dated, confessed, and lived together.
The young man is Luoxi, his boyfriend.
As a human being, Xie Chuji likes Luoxi, which is normal.
There is indeed a certain charm about youth.
But in the entire universe, only humans can do this.
The higher the form of life, the more meaningless time will be, not to mention the misty love and hatred of low-dimensional creatures.
It was too small, too short, after stripping himself out of the human body, Xie Chuji couldn't even feel the so-called mood swings.
But even so.
He found himself still in love with Roxi as a Seraphim today.
On the premise of not being able to understand what love is——
On the one hand, he was so arrogant that he would not lose his composure in front of Luoxi when he appeared in such a brilliant and perfect image.
on the other hand.
He is jealous.
Jealous of the day before, the identity is still in the human category, can be accepted wholeheartedly by the lover - even promised to kiss the self prematurely.
Lucy seemed to have forgotten about it.
The author says:
Xiao Luo outside the door said that he should not even think about kissing in the morning, and break up now (no);
I personally like the angel in the original script very much, it’s pretty good, but I don’t write it because it’s a cookie, so I can make my boyfriend more handsome.
About this article:
I want to see the daily sweet love with my non-human boyfriend, but I can't find rations, and I have to work overtime at the end of April and early May.
Rehabilitation is not a long story, try to keep it updated.