God's Palette

One color and one story are about tens of thousands of words, and writing hundreds of thousands of words is enough.This way I am happier, and there is no risk of eunuchs.As a result, this plan to play tickets is a bit strange, and its results are unexpectedly...very good.

A lot of people have crossed the weird title of the book, and they are not afraid of the boring, boring and slow-updated hardcore photography daily life. Actually it didn't fall off...

It made me very embarrassed, and it was hard to say that it was finished as quickly as originally planned.

So Moon Crow is here to test it out. If my other inspirations and creative desires are really unbearable, and I want to stop writing another short story for a month to solve the inspiration that I have accumulated for a long time, will I be beaten? ...just a test, not really going to do it. )

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Chapter 223: Cabinet

Ten p.m--

This is an hour that belongs to Xia Xun and Mian Yu. They both just came out of their respective bathrooms, and each other's long hair is soaked in water that has not yet dried up.Mian Yu sat on the small wooden chair that was brought in, and there was a mirror on the coffee table, reflecting her and Xia Xun behind her.

Xia Xun sat on the sofa, slightly taller than her.

The wooden comb in the left hand and the hair dryer in the right hand comb Mian Yu's freshly washed hair. Although it is summer, the girl's hair still needs to be blown and combed.

Mian Yu's hair dryer is very expensive, and the hair that blows out is not too dry and frizzy, but very soft.And Mian Yu also pays attention to the targeted use of hair conditioner, so every time Xia Xun helps her comb her hair, she feels that combing her teeth is like swimming in water, which is a very interesting experience.

Her hair won't hinder the progress of the comb at all. No matter how she wants to do it, the black waves will follow Xia Xun's wishes.This hair is thin and dense, it can't be seen that she spent many sleepless nights with Mian Yu...

After a while, when Xia Xun finishes playing, she will change to Mian Yu to help her.

Chatting with the roar of the hair dryer, and then slowly after an hour, it's time for the two of them in the room to wash up and fall asleep...

"A long time ago—maybe those of you born in the 00s didn't know that many people had a relationship with Kodak. This is also an unavoidable history of photography."

"Wait... Aren't you also born after 00?"

"Seems to be."

Mian Yu turned her head, and Xia Xun pushed aside her hair that would cover her eyes, and heard her say: "Sometimes you act like an old guy, but you are actually a girl younger than me...Obviously Kind of nasty behavior, but kind of cute."

"Haha, actually I don't mean anything malicious. I think the post-00s are pretty good too, young and energetic... I don't mean anything malicious. I just feel that the current conditions are compared with the previous ones, and I can really feel the progress of the times."

"Well, go ahead, what happened to Kodak?"

"It's like everyone has used beauty cameras now. In the old days, Kodak's disposable cameras, Kodak's film, Kodak's... Anyway, a lot of Kodak's things are really popular. Every family Everyone uses this thing to take pictures, and every family has a photo album with the Kodak logo printed on it, it’s incredible..."

As he spoke, the wooden comb slipped to the bottom unknowingly.Whether it's the fine comb teeth or Xia Xun's hands, they are a little reluctant to let go of her hair.Xia Xun turned off the hair dryer and returned Jing Lai to the room.

Mian Yu touched the hair that still had warmth, dyed the nostalgia into her voice: "Actually, this is not so strange to me, my home - I mean my former home, there are many Kodak photo albums, it is my Parents... relatives, and me when I was a baby."

"Oh……"

Xia Xun, who didn't know what to say, just responded.

People spend the first half of their lives learning how to speak, and spend the second half of their lives trying to figure out how to shut up. Now is the moment when silence is needed.This is the first time Mian Yu mentioned her home—or rather, it belongs to the history of Mian Yu's soul.

Xia Xun would not interrupt and ask questions rashly.

Because, since she was used to being alone at such a young age, there must be some stories that shouldn't be talked about... Maybe it's just a cliché and boring, ordinary story that often happens all over the world, but for herself, it must be the world's happiest Profound.

"It's up to me to help you- oops sit down, your towels are falling..."

"oh oh……"

Her displeasure interrupted the cautious audience.The knot wrapped in the headscarf was loose, so that water droplets fell down the ends of her hair and onto the sofa... Mian Yu quickly moved her to the small chair, sat in her previous position, and helped her dry with a smile.

No matter how many times, Mian Yu likes to do this, it's like playing house, dressing up dolls... It's a fun that I always hoped for but never had when I was a child.It's been a long time, and it's great to realize it day by day in this way.

But the game of playing house will always end, and Mian Yu knows this too.

She won't say anything, but the hands stroking Xia Xun's long hair will be as gentle and slow as possible. This is the only way she can keep time.

Today, however, Xia Xun felt different from the usual softness, and there were quite a lot of small movements.

"What's the matter? Seeing your stiff face, you still peek at me from time to time in the mirror?"

"...No, it's nothing, I just wonder if you will be unhappy, because the topic of Kodak...maybe...touched your unhappy memories?"

"Hahaha, those are quite unpleasant memories, but it's nothing, it's just a mess... Well, it's really nothing. In comparison, the grievances and grievances of a wealthy illegitimate girl like you are more beautiful... Hehe, it's quite a soap opera, I like it."

"It's quite a soap opera." Xia Xun responded, after all, the god who wrote the script seems to be such a soap bubble...

——Unfortunately, Xia Xun had to visit it frequently.

Time passed quickly in the quiet night. Mian Yu, who had finished washing, had already sneaked into her room silently. Surrounded by the quilt and the night, she repaired the analyst's increasingly broken heart, hoping that it could regain its coldness as soon as possible, and freeze the innocence. Necessary sentimentality.

And Xia Xun pretended to go to sleep too, but actually went into the bathroom again.

The moisture left by the previous bath has been blown dry by the wind, which is a pity, otherwise this would be more suitable for the coming of God.

Lock the door, close the windows.

Xia Xun, who came with the tribute, even exuded a little sense of piety.The loose pajamas were like ceremonial robes, and the beauty and purity were like the unitarian saint, who was going to perform the religious ceremony-and the most terrible kind, let the god come.

The saint dipped her fingers in water, slid across the surface of Safeguard soap, and then rubbed it back and forth to pile up the bubbles one by one. Then she put the soap back into the box, clasped her hands together, and invited the god.

"Did you sleep?"

"No." Just a moment later, it landed on Safeguard, and the black and white as always seemed very boring, "What do you want me to do this time? Are you willing to let me poke your face? Oh, it's so sad. You are obviously pinched by my mother, but after my daughter grows up and becomes independent, she will not be pinched by her mother..."

"... Seriously, this is for you."

Xia Xun handed over a photo album.