The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

Hey!Hey!Hey!

The little fox shook its big tail, waved the brush in its hand, and worked hard to draw in the pure white space.

I don't know how long this little fox has been painting, the ground is full of colorful graffiti.

What kind of pictures can children draw?

Nothing more than simple graffiti.

Drawing an arc is a mountain, drawing two arcs is a river, drawing a first line and a circle is a tree...

The simple lines and color embellishments are so simple that one can almost tell what the painting is.

Every painting is painted with heart, although it is simple, it gives people an indescribable spirituality.

"This is Qingqiu Mountain, this is the lawn, this is the swing I often play on..." the little fox explained while drawing.

While talking to himself, one after another extremely simple paintings landed on the pure white ground.

"This is Qingyun Sect, here is the small mountain..." The little fox painted a few more mountains to represent his current home.

When all the backgrounds are drawn, it's time to start drawing the characters.

Compared with the mountains and rivers that can be represented by a few lines, the characters are obviously much more complicated.

But this is not a problem for the clever Tutu!

Grandpa Cow with two horns, Grandpa Turtle with a turtle shell on his back...

There are also square handsome guys, long handsome boys, and hairy ones with tilted heads.

Although it is impossible to describe vividly, Hututu can clearly remember everyone's characteristics.

After drawing all the monsters with different looks, the confused expression became solemn.

Now it's the turn of everyone who painted Qingyunzong!

First there are the ladies in skirts, and the head teacher with a long beard...

And then there's everybody!

Daddy in gray clothes loves to drink!

The little brother in the yellow clothes loves to make a fire!

Senior Brother Xi in white clothes loves to stand on the tree!

The third senior brother in purple likes to cook!

The second brother in black likes to repair the roof!

The rest is my favorite big brother!

Of course the big brother in the blue clothes likes Tu Tu the most!

"Hey hey!" Seemingly ashamed by his own shamelessness, when Hu Tutu started to draw Ouyang, he couldn't help giggling.

But he painted it very seriously.

Although the painting doesn't look alike at all, in Hu Tutu's eyes, what he drew is the elder brother, and the little fox in his arms is himself!

Big brother must like me the most!

Senior brother and Tutu are the best in the world!

The little fox thought naturally in his heart.

When the painting was finished, the little fox seemed to have completed a masterpiece, admiring his painting with his hips akimbo.

Everyone on the small mountain was painted and painted!

When looking at his painting, the little fox's eyes flashed with something called satisfaction.

The memories of the past also appeared in front of the little fox along with the painting.

I don't have many friends in Qingqiu Mountain. Although there are a few grandpas who love me, they are still busy with family affairs on weekdays.

And because I am the scourge of Qingqiu Mountain, the other little foxes don't play with me.

So for a long time in Qingqiu Mountain, only myself and a fox played.

First, the father, who was wearing gray clothes, came to Qingqiu Mountain without a formal appearance. He brought himself sugar-coated haws of sugar and asked to accept him as his goddaughter.

I will also buy beautiful clothes for myself, and tell myself about the world outside the mountains.

At that time, I just thought that my father in gray clothes was so awesome and knew so much!

When Dad asked if he wanted to go to the small mountain with him, although he was very reluctant to leave the grandpas, the little fox still nodded in agreement!

Fortunately, I agreed, so I met the brothers on the small mountain!

Although the second senior brother is cold, he is actually very gentle!

The food cooked by the third senior brother is super delicious, and he also makes delicious food for Tu Tu in different ways.

Although Senior Brother Xi is a little stricter, Senior Brother Xi is the most beautiful!

Junior brother... Although junior brother has no abilities, he is his own junior brother!

Then there is...

Hu Tutu looked at the little man in blue clothes with a sweet smile on his face.

And big brother!

Brother Ouyang!

The best senior brother in the world!

Tutu's favorite big brother!

It's the elder brother who hugs me the most, and it's the elder brother who loves me the most!

Not only will they give themselves delicious and fun things, but they will also sing to lull Tutu to sleep!

When Tutu did something wrong, his senior brother would never quarrel with him, only with the other senior brothers.

Secretly wetting the bed by myself, it was the elder brother who helped me dry the quilt!

Big Brother is the best!

Tutu likes big brother the most!

Thinking of Ouyang, the cynical but super nice blue shirt appeared in Tu Tu's mind.

Although he is always out of shape on weekdays, whenever he is held in the arms of the big brother, he feels a sense of security!

It's as if as long as you are hugged by the big brother, no matter what the mountain roars or the tsunami, you can't help yourself!

Memories come to mind. The more beautiful they are, the more they can contrast strongly with the present.

Hu Tutu twitched the corner of his mouth, looking like he was about to cry again.

Now that I am in this place, does the senior brother know?

Tutu wants to go home, wants to eat the food cooked by the third senior brother, wants to be flown with a sword by the second senior brother, wants to see the good-looking senior Xixi...

I want to be lulled to sleep by my big brother singing an ugly song....

I don’t want to be here anymore, Tutu doesn’t want any more power, Tutu just wants everyone!

With the sadness of the child, the originally colorful paintings became less colorful.

There was a low sobbing sound, the little fox wiped his face with his paws, and soon turned himself into a big tabby cat.

A pure white space, because Tutu's paintings seem to have a boundary.

With the distinction between up, down, left, and right, there is also a difference in size between far and near.

Hu Tutu, who was sad, didn't realize that his paintings were quietly changing this space.

The originally pure white space began to change continuously. As the paintings moved away from each other, the boundaries of the space here were gradually found.

It also makes this world, which has nothing but white, more colorful colors.

These colorful colors begin to blend into this world.

Let this pure white world begin to look like the real world, more like it has life!

The originally white ground began to grow green lawns, the originally white sky began to turn blue, and the originally seemingly endless space seemed not that big.

A sapling broke through the ground not far from the little fox, grew rapidly, and grew into a towering tree in the blink of an eye.

There is wind in this world, a gentle wind blows, and the rustling leaves begin to rustle.

With the dancing of the leaves, a small grave appeared under the tree, and a small tombstone stood in front of the small grave.