Marvel: I Have Shining Fruit

Lan Xingyu immediately rushed to Van Gogh's side and carefully took the painting from Van Gogh's hand, ready to throw it somewhere.

"Uncle Van Gogh, why don't you go to your room first. I'll help you clean it up. I can't live here for free while you do nothing," Lan Xingyu said.

"Oh, wouldn't that be too much trouble? It doesn't matter these paintings. No one likes them anyway." After saying this, Van Gogh's voice also became a little low.

"I can't say what I want. Sometimes, we don't need to let those ignorant people affect our noble creation. I like your paintings very much," Lan Xingyu said, holding a field painting that has never appeared in later generations. .

Van Gogh looked at the child in front of him, and saw that there was no trace of artificial affection on his endearing and cute face.How the eyes are overflowing with crystal.

This recognition from the bottom of his heart is what he has longed for and wanted to have for so many years.It feels like the little kid in front of me seems to be able to understand my mood while painting.

"Thank you, Xingyu," Van Gogh suddenly said timidly.

"Well, what's wrong?" Lan Xingyu asked with a strange tilt of his head.Well, Van Gogh was cute

"We can be friends, right?" This is a question to ask a child so much younger than yourself.In addition, Lan Xingyu's tilt of his head just made him look cute.I felt a little inexplicably embarrassed and flustered to recognize him.

"Ah, aren't we already friends?" Lan Xingyu said to Van Gogh with a smile.

"Yes." Van Gogh nodded excitedly. In his eyes, Lan Xingyu's still somewhat immature face was clearly only illuminated by a weak oil lamp.But it gives people a bright and sunny feeling, as if the smile of the child in front of him can relieve all the gloom in his heart.

"Okay, okay. You go and tidy up the room first. Get up and clean here." Lan Xingyu urged, understanding that Van Gogh was not planning to go in yet.

"Well, okay, I'll sort it out first. Well, if there is a painting you really like, you can just stay here." Van Gogh told Lan Xingyu before entering the room.Let him take whatever he likes.

"Okay, then I'm welcome," Lan Xingyu replied happily.Lan Xingyu is never polite to friends.

Just as Van Gogh entered, Lan Xingyu opened the speed of light time, and then saw golden flashes.There was a flash of chaos in Van Gogh's hall.

In a second or two, the entire living room was cleaned up by Lan Xingyu, so the paintings were arranged neatly.Although the living room of Van Gogh's house is small, it has been organized by Lan Xingyu.But it gives people the feeling that they have grown bigger.

After cleaning up, Lan Xingyu made himself a cup of coffee, which he found while cleaning up.It looked like it hadn't expired yet, so Lan Xingyu made two cups of coffee.After all, it was Van Gogh's coffee, and making it for himself was not something Lan Xingyu could do.

Anyone who regularly maintains home hygiene knows this.After finishing cleaning, I made myself a pot of tea. While drinking tea, I looked at the fruits of my labor. It was a very enjoyable result. "Poof" Lan Xingyu spit out the coffee as soon as he drank it.

"Ah, my God, this is so painful," Lan Xingyu thought with a dark look on his face and suddenly Van Gogh's voice rang out again.Lan Xingyu, who was standing down, shook his hand again.

"By the way, Xingyu you"

Congratulations to our protagonist, classmate Lan Xingyu, for successfully smuggling a black man without makeup.

Van Gogh really wanted to say: If Lan Xingyu was not allowed to sleep on the bed, he was so frightened that Lan Xingyu splashed coffee on his face, coupled with his resentful little eyes, it made us Van Gogh artists look bad. Awkward.

Lan Xingyu didn't know what to say when he looked at Van Gogh. Who said he couldn't understand what he saw and heard? Who can blame him now? Lan Xingyu Cong took out a towel from his space pocket, went to the faucet and started to wash his face.

That's right, Lan Xingyu wants to confess his superpowers to Van Gogh. After all, there are supernatural beings in this world, and his favorability level is about the same.

Van Gogh watched as Lan Xingyu stretched out his hand and took out a towel from somewhere, then it turned into a flash and flashed to the other side.A little confused for a moment

After washing his face, Lan Xingyu walked towards Van Gogh and put away the dried towels.Arriving in front of Van Gogh who was still stunned.

He waved his little hand at Van Gogh and said, "What's wrong, Van Gogh? Are you afraid of me? Do you think I'm a monster too?" Lan Xingyu filled up his passive point very shamelessly.Then he said in a pitiful voice.

Van Gogh, who was originally a little suspicious and afraid of Lan Xingyu who showed super powers, immediately slapped himself.

Lan Xingyu is so cute, how could it be possible that a bad person trusts you so much, but you are here to treat someone else like you?This is because I feel that I am unforgivable.

When he looked at Lan Xingyu, whose big eyes were already misty, he didn't laugh at others, and slapped himself again.What kind of sin is unforgivable? Van Gogh, you are simply not a human being.

"No, no, I just didn't know how you, Lan Xingyu, could trust me. I'm a bit naive." Van Gogh said with his red and swollen cheeks red.

"Hehe, that's good. By the way, Van Gogh, there's no need for you to want to paint churches." Lan Xingyu began to use his method of changing the topic.

When it comes to art, Van Gogh's eyes suddenly light up.

"Yeah, of course I've been thinking about it these days. Xingyu, you may not believe it. I can hear the sound of colors. Every time I walk outside, I can hear nature calling to me." Van Gogh said more and more. excited.

At this moment, Van Gogh no longer seems to be the madman that everyone thought or the painter that everyone laughed at.

Rather, he is like a peerless king, telling future generations about his magnificent life.

Lan Xingyu just looked at Van Gogh, watching him describe his understanding of art with great enthusiasm.Perception of color.

"Hahaha, I'm sorry, I seem a little arrogant. Xingyu, it doesn't matter if you don't believe it, just think I'm here."

"I believe it," Lan Xingyu said firmly.

"What?" Van Gogh didn't react yet.

"I said I believe, I believe you can hear the sound of colors. I believe you can hear the call of nature. Wait, wait, etc. I believe it all," Lan Xingyu said without any hesitation.

"Thank you, Lan Xingyu." Van Gogh was a little tearful.Many emotions were boiling in his heart, but he didn't know how to express them.

Suddenly Lan Xingyu felt the fluctuation of space again.The source of this fluctuation is right outside the door