My paper people are all Long Aotian

Zhuang Xi was stunned, he didn't expect chasing stars from afar to be so terrifying.

Not only do I like it, but the people around me also need to recognize how good the idol is, and I need to like it as much as him.

He was in a daze, unable to speak for a while.

[Far away mood value -5. 】

[Far away mood value -3. 】

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【Notice!Far below the mood value of 5!Players please take remedial measures! 】

Xiaoxi tensed up all over, and opened his mouth: "Admiral Lin is the most handsome person in my heart, the hero in my heart!"

[Far mood value +2. 】

[Far mood value - 2. 】

How to get back the mood, the helpless Xiaoxi: "I said it."

From a distance, he was really unhappy and irritable, even, looking at the villain, Zhuang Xi felt that he was a little wronged.

This grievance made Zhuang Xi soft-hearted.

Yuan Yuan: "What you said is not sincere, you just don't think it looks good."

Xiaoxi: "Admiral Lin is indeed a great hero. Yuan Yuan said the other day, what good is a good-looking general?"

Yuan Yuan: "You also immediately told me that it would be useful."

Looking at it from a distance, it became even more depressed, with a small dark cloud on top of its small head, and it was about to rain.

Zhuangxi groaned, not knowing how to coax her.

He never expected that Yuan Yuan turned out to be such a fanatic who chases stars like this.

Yuan Yuan murmured: "What's not good-looking? I obviously think it should be good-looking. Others think it's good-looking, but you don't think it's good-looking."

Xiaoxi quickly said: "I really didn't say it's not good-looking."

Yuan Yuan: "You said it's not the type you like, so you like the feminine type."

The voice was even more aggrieved.

If he wasn't Yuanyuan, and someone else was there, Zhuang Xi felt like he was about to cry, and Yuanyuan's heart was severely hurt.

Xiaoxi: "I haven't."

Yuanyuan: "Is Lili good-looking? Do you like it?"

Xiaoxi couldn't speak out.

Lili is not feminine, Lili is really bright and beautiful.

Of course, you can't say that to Yuanyuan at this time.

Far away let go of the hand propped on the wall, and sat silently on his wheelchair.

The villain looked really sad, surrounded by frustration and grievances, Zhuang Xi felt a little distressed when he looked downcast.

Xiaoxi walked up to him and squatted in front of his wheelchair, "Far away, I didn't understand before, I will try to understand Admiral Lin."

Xiaoxi: "I have been living in a small circle, I haven't met many people, and my aesthetics and cognition are very naive, but this kind of life is about to end, I will meet many new people, I will broaden my horizons, and I will appreciate Different kinds of beauty."

Looking down at him from afar.

The person squatting in front of his wheelchair and looking up at him is more suitable for this warm light than him. The light hits his skin, and the wild strawberry turns into a carefully pampered cream strawberry.

Under the long eyelashes are the clearest and quietest eyes in the world.

Yuanyuan often thinks when he sleeps at night, is it because he can't speak and his surroundings are surrounded by silence that he can have such a pair of eyes?

Seeing it seems to have entered a quiet and beautiful world, without noise and fighting, and the baby whose eyes have not opened returns to the amniotic fluid of the mother's womb, and is gently wrapped in the most peaceful tenderness.

Just being looked at seemed to be comforted, and his heart softened, but he was still sour. He pinched his nose, pressed his fingers lightly on the small freckles on the side of his nose, and sighed in his heart. He never knew that when he heard that he didn't like When I saw his appearance, I felt so uncomfortable.

Even he himself didn't expect that he would be overwhelmed by surging sadness and anger in an instant, as well as a little bit of inexplicable grievance and unwillingness.

Poke his freckles from a distance, touch the end of his eyes, "Admiral Lin is the most handsome man in your heart."

Xiaoxi was a little ashamed, "Admiral Lin is the most handsome man in my heart."

Yuanyuan suddenly lowered his head, bit Xiaoxi's nose, and lightly ground his teeth like venting hatred.

Although Zhuang Xi couldn't feel it because he was biting Xiaoxi, but...Zhuang Xi sat up straight, not daring to look at the picture, and stretched out his finger to move away.

Yuanyuan: "Type this sentence and convert it into voice, set it as a variety of ringtones, and listen to it every day."

Being intervened in this way every day, people will be affected a little bit, and we understand people's psychology far away.

Zhuang Xi: "..."

Wouldn't that be a little embarrassing.

Yuan Yuan: "Do you find it difficult?"

The face that had just cleared up was immediately shrouded in low air pressure.

Zhuang Xi typed out of conscience, "I don't think so."

Yuanyuan: "You set it up now. After setting it up, use his photo as an optical brain screen, look at it every day, hang his photo on the wall of the bedroom, watch him sleep, and silently say a sentence before going to bed every day, Lin Shang Will be the most handsome."

Zhuang Xi: "..."

If someone sees and hears it, will he be treated as an idiot and brought back to the Federal Office 9 for questioning.

9 is the base camp of Admiral Lin.

Yuanyuan: "When I wear my hat and go out, I will watch."

Zhuangxi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he must have gone a little crazy from afar.

Xiaoxi's little head nodded helplessly.

[Far mood value +3. 】

[Far: Likes should be cultivated from an early age and accumulated subtly. 】

Zhuang Xi: "..."

After finally coaxing Yuan Yuan back to a safe state, he didn't expect Yuan Yuan to put forward a more helpless request.

Far away: "Can you get in touch with people related to Admiral Lin?"

Xiaoxi: "Love is not to disturb."

Far away: "..."

Xiaoxi looked at him seriously, this is the basic quality that a star chaser needs to have, if you love him, don't disturb his life, it will bring trouble to idols.

Yuan Yuan: "It's not to disturb him, it's something very important."

Zhuang Xi got serious all of a sudden, is Yuan Yuan really related to Admiral Lin?

Xiaoxi: "But, I really can't help it."

He really wants to help Yuan, this is the only villain he can get in touch with in reality, he really wants to know what kind of person Yuan was and what he went through.

He knows a little about the life of every villain, but he knows very little about it. What has he experienced, is he as hopeless as other villains?

However, he is just an ordinary and humble little person, how can he come into contact with such powerful people.

Rubbing his head far away, "I'm not embarrassing you, it's the old man who celebrated your birthday, can you still find him?"

birthday grandpa?

Xiaoxi: "When it's my birthday, it should be fine."

A smile appeared on Yuan Yuan's face, "You must take me out that day."

Xiaoxi smiled, "I will definitely work hard to bring you all out."

After coming out of the far room, Xiaoxi sneaked into her room to watch Yangyang again.

He knocked on the door first, and before Yang Yang came to open the door for him, he squeezed in with a little guilty conscience, and saw Yang Yang flipping pages in the drawing book.

Yangyang was painting just now.

It seems that he really likes to draw.

Xiaoxi sat on the exclusive small bench and watched Yangyang Huahua quietly.

After having more brushes, Yangyang's paintings became more beautiful. Looking closely at Yangyang's paintings, Zhuang Xi didn't understand painting, but he could feel a strange feeling in Yangyang's paintings.

bright solitude.

Warm sadness.

Xiaoxi: "Does Yangyang like painting very much?"

Yangyang nodded, and he wrote stroke by stroke in another notebook: "I like drawing, and I wanted to be a painter when I was young."

"Mom said drawing is useless, she doesn't like me drawing."

"But I like it very much. I don't need to be taught since I was a child, and I just like to draw randomly in the notebook."

"When I am alone, I will take out my brush and notebook and draw secretly. I can't speak, and no one is willing to listen to my heart. I can draw my thoughts and let more people see."

Zhuang Xi suddenly understood the significance of painting to Yang Yang.

If he hadn't experienced those things, perhaps Yangyang would have become a silent but well-known painter.

Xiaoxi: "That's great. If Yangyang loves to paint, he will keep going. Your mother is wrong."

Yang Yang looked up at him.

Xiaoxi said again: "Your mother is wrong. She must have never looked at Yangyang's paintings carefully. Yangyang wants to do what she likes and draw a lot of paintings."

Yangyang's eyes seemed to light up, and in the dark pupils, a very small star appeared, emitting a faint light.

But, without knowing what came to mind, Yangyang lowered his head and wrote with a small pen: "No one is watching."

The light hit his brain Xuaner, followed by cracked skulls, Yang Yang kept his head down, staring blankly at his painting, unable to make any expression.

Zhuang Xi checked the time, it was 09:30 in the evening.

Xiaoxi: "How many paintings did Yang Yang paint?"

Yangyang wrote a 5.

5 paintings, that's not a lot.

Xiaoxi: "Can you take a good look at it?"

The little stars in Yangyang's eyes lit up again, he wrote "no one is watching", just to get such a response, he would say, he would read.

It’s best to watch him draw by his side all the time, without anyone else until he gets old and can’t see clearly, and then he has a way to extend the time to continue watching together.

Yangyang slowly opened five of the six finished paintings to show him one by one, each one was carefully drawn by him, with bright colors and no blemishes.

After reading it, Zhuang Xi felt that Yangyanghua's paintings were very good, and he felt inexplicably healing.

Xiaoxi: "Yangyang, have you ever played games?"

Yangyang shook his head, he wrote: "I saw others play."

He could only watch enviously, he had no money to buy it, and he couldn't integrate into it.

Some slightly dejected and lonely words appeared in the book, "They all dislike me, am I dumb, or..."

There are three words he can't write.

Not just mom, he's never been treated well by anyone.

Xiaoxi: "Yangyang, let's play a game."

Yangyang raised her head and stared blankly at Xiaoxi.

Xiaoxi: "Actually, I mainly live in another place. When you put on a small hat, you will appear there like playing a holographic game."

Yangyang's eyes lit up.

Zhuang Xi smiled and took out his little hat.

The little hat had been in his room ever since the three little ones had been given a time for each of them to take turns and come out.

He took out the figurine, pressed the switch, and saw the little hat light up, Xiaoxi put it on for Yangyang.

After a while, the figurine moved.

First he saw the big Zhuang Xi, he was dazed for a while, then staggered towards him, took a step, looked down at his little skirt, and continued walking in a daze, unsteadily but with a firm goal.

Zhuangxi took the villain with a smile, put Yangyang on his quilt, faced Yangyang and gestured "Welcome" in the sign language that Xiaoxi made in the game.

The villain was stunned.

In some respects, Yangyang and the figurine fit very well. Yangyang himself can't make an expression, he is an expressionless person, and the figurine is the same, only has a dull expression.

Yangyang has no sense of disobedience in Lili's figurines, which makes the figurines look even cuter.

Zhuang Xi told him in sign language that here, like Yang Yang, he could not speak.

The villain was even more stunned.

He gestured his hands stiffly, as if he finally had an emotion, but he couldn't even explain it himself.

So you are also a little mute?But why do you smile like a little sun?

Zhuang Xi nodded and admitted that he was also a mute.

The little man Yangyang hugged his fingers, buried his face in his palm, quietly.

Zhuang Xi didn't know what kind of ceremony it was, but he just hugged him. Probably, the villain meant that the two little mutes would always be together.

After the figurine raised his head, Zhuang Xi carried him into his arms, turned up the optical brain screen, and placed it in front of them.

The villain stared blankly at this miraculous thing, which looked like a computer and was much more advanced than a computer. He lay in his warm embrace, watching with enjoyment, and his hands were unaccustomed to pulling on the little skirt.

Zhuang Xi sat on the bed, put the villain in his arms, and opened the most popular forum related to interstellar painting, Jinjiang Tuhua Paradise.

Jinjiang Painting Paradise gathers the largest group of painting lovers in the interstellar world. They will upload and share their paintings here. Some people will post teaching posts here, and of course some people will ask for paintings here.

Yangyang can understand the forum, but the forum here is different from what he knows, more rich and three-dimensional, opening a painting, as if the painting is right in front of him.

Some posts uploaded videos, and the paintings in the videos seemed to be within reach.

Zhuang Xi registered an account in Tuhua Paradise, and then posted his first post in Tuhua Paradise.

"Sharing my Zai Zai's painting, Zai Zai lives in the little sun. "

Then, Zhuang Xi uploaded the high-definition paintings he cut in the game.

It was his painting, the villain raised his head blankly, only seeing Zhuang Xi's chin.

Cubs.

Is Cub a little cub that needs to be held in the palm of your hand and cared for?

The villain seems to have really become a cub, leaning into his arms softly, seeking warm care and being treated tenderly.

He said Zai Zai lived in the little sun, but did he know that he was the little sun slowly?

Zhuang Xi uploaded all the five paintings that Yang Yang showed him to the post.

He picked up the pen and paper on the bedside table, like Yang Yang in the game, and wrote down what he wanted to say.

"Yangyang, let's watch together, many, many people will see your paintings soon, and they will like your paintings."

The villain touched Zhuangxi's characters, held Zhuangxi's pen, and drew a heart on "Yangyang".

Because it was the first time to draw with such a big brush, Yang Yang was very unskilled, her heart was crooked, but it hit Zhuang Xi's heart at once, Yang Yang is really a little angel.

At this moment, the forum notification sounded, and many people came in and saw Yangyang's paintings, and even left comments.

1L: Ah, it looks so good!What kind of flower is in picture 1? My heart brightens when I see it.

2L: It's so big and so yellow, the big ones are really beautiful, like the sun.

3L: Zai Zai is awesome, it’s really warm, and it’s not just warm.

On the screen in front of the two of them, compliments popped up.

Zhuang Xi rolled his eyes.

The first one is the sunflower outside the window of the foreign painting.

A large area of ​​sunflowers grows towards the sun, chasing the sun, but the sun has set. What Yangyang painted is the sunflower field at dusk, with large areas of warm yellow, and even the sunset glow is also warm red. In a piece of warm color with high saturation, there is a A little worried and sad.

21L: Zai Zai must be a genius, every picture is so beautiful.

22L: I really want to know what kind of cub he is, he must be cute.

Zhuang Xi touched the figurine in his arms, of course it was a cute one.

168L: The third painting made me cry, why is it so warm?

169L: The warmest thing in the world is the warmth on the ice sheet, and the sweetest thing in the world is the sweetness in despair.

170L: Upstairs gave a correct answer, and explained the reason why this immature painting is so warm.

The third painting Zhuang Xi is very familiar with is a corner of the library.

There is still light on the rows of bookshelves in front, but the corner is dim, and there are two people embracing each other in the dimness.

A person softly hugged the head of the person sitting on the ground, put his fingers into his hair, lowered his head as if kissing his hair, and the only light in the corner hit the corner of his mouth.

As for the person sitting on the ground, the strength of the hug is very strange. He seems to be very hard, but also seems to be very cautious, contradictoryly expressing his overwhelmed concern.

Want to hug hard, but dare not hug, what kind of existence should it be in my heart?

That is the darkest corner, but also the warmest corner.

Of course, this is not the perspective of Yangyang being hugged, but what he imagined. In this imaginary picture, Yangyang is still a child, almost the same as the children in the house that Zhuang Xi saw in the comics.

Zhuang Xi touched the head of the villain in his arms, he felt that the villain should be very happy, because many people saw the world in his heart, and some people really understood his paintings.

More and more people came in to see the paintings, exceeding Zhuangxi's expectations.

Moreover, one thing is very strange, there are so many people who came in, and almost none of them cursed.

In the Internet age, forums that do not have real-name authentication have a lot of people yelling and yelling when they don't like it. There are often people full of hostility in this kind of place, but when everyone enters this building, it seems that everyone has softened, discussing gently, and being happy Said like it.

Later, some professionals came in, and the tone of the comments was still very gentle.

320L: I looked carefully, Zai Zai didn't use any painting skills, he just relied on his natural sensitivity to paint as he wanted.

321L: The host is right, there is a little sun in Zai Zai’s heart.

322L: suck cubs!

323L: Suck!

……

645L: The poster must come and update Zai Zai's paintings frequently.

646L: Yes, yes, it must be updated!

647L: Is the landlord selling this painting?I want to buy it for the cover of my new book.

Yangyang nestled in Zhuangxi's arms, and Zhuangxi hugged the villain loosely, and the two of them watched the compliments popped up on the optical brain screen one after another.

These praises and loves, like little flowers blooming on the ice field, surrounded the two of them.

Because there was warmth at the beginning, with the spring breeze, and the ground breaking was resolved, these little flowers could bloom. It is self-evident who was the warmth at the beginning.

Zhuang Xi wrote on the drawing board, "Yangyang, did you see it? They all like your paintings."

Yangyang stared at him blankly, touching the words he wrote.

Zhuang Xi continued to write, "Being liked by so many people is by no means useless. Being liked is the value. Yangyang can keep painting. When I draw more, I will help Yangyang prepare a small painting exhibition, okay?"

The figurine is holding a pen, and there are two simple stick figures whose arms are connected together.

Then, he drew a heart on a little man's head.

I redraw two identical villains, but the heart beats to another villain's head.

Zhuang Xi bent his eyes and wrote the comment, "I am taller than Yang Yang, did I give my heart to Yang Yang?"

The pen held by the figurine left three dots on the paper, Zhuang Xi's face was not blushing and his heart was not beating, and he was indeed much taller now.

After making Yangyang feel that many people can see his paintings and many people like his paintings, Zhuang Xi sends him back.

Although he really wanted to, he couldn't let the villain stay on his bed to sleep. Ever since he saw the villain in the washing machine bucket that day, Zhuang Xi made this decision. It's not good for them to rest here.

After Yangyang returned to the room, she immediately jumped on the small bench and wrote on the desk.

Not too short of time, Xiaoxi was waiting in the room, and after a while, Yangyang came down with a small book and handed it to Xiaoxi.

Xiaoxi took it, and was a little stunned when he saw the words on it. Why did the words look like he wrote them?

This character was not written, it was drawn by Yang Yang imitating his handwriting, that Yang Yang is really talented.

After seeing what was written, I didn't know whether to laugh or what.

Written in his handwriting in a dull and coquettish manner, "I'm so happy tonight, my heart is warm, but when I came back here, I found that this body was not warm, it was still cold."

Xiaoxi looked up, and what he saw was still a blank face with no expression.

Zhuang Xi smiled, what else can I do, of course it is to hug him to sleep and keep him warm.

The curtains were drawn to block the moonlight outside, and on the bed, the two little people slept together hugging each other.

Yangyang hugged Xiaoxi, gently sniffed Xiaoxi's hair with the tip of her nose, and narrowed her eyes blankly.

Xiaoxi: "Is it warm now?"

Yangyang nodded, it was so warm.

Like holding a little sun.

The little sun he lacked the most in his life was so warm and loved.

If you like it so much, you must not give it to others. Little Sunny only needs him.

Yang Yang hugged Little Sun, thinking blankly, as long as he is fine, and no one else, he will definitely treat him well.

After finally coaxing Yangyang, Xiaoxi walked out of the room, closed the door gently, and looked up to see that the light of the small town hospital was still on.

After thinking about it, Xiaoxi went to the hospital again, and the dean was really there, looking cheerful.

Dean: "Xiaoxi is here."

Xiaoxi: "Haven't you rested yet?"

The dean rubbed his chin and smiled: "The hospital's performance this year is so good that I can't sleep because of the happiness."

Xiaoxi: "..."

Good performance?

In fact, they only came to treat Li Li's illness.

Shaking his head, Xiaoxi didn't ask any more questions, but only said what he could ask, "Dean, have you seen Yangyang? Can Yangyang be cured?"

The dean also said as before, "It can be cured."

Xiaoxi: "Is it still [-] gold coins?"

The dean shook his head, "Twenty thousand gold coins."

Xiaoxi hesitated for a while, but still asked, "Did the price increase?"

The dean shook his head, "Yangyang has two major problems that need to be treated, so it costs [-] yuan."

"First, he is dumb, so you want to treat him. Second, you should treat him for the zombie virus."

The leaves outside the window were rattling by the wind, Xiaoxi thought he had an auditory hallucination, and in his mind was the picture of the little angel Yangyang quietly drawing, "What virus?"

Dean: "Zombie virus, Yangyang is a little zombie, a zombie that eats people."

Zhuang Xi stayed on the spot, suspecting that there was something wrong with his ears, and the little angel Yangyang said blankly that his heart was warm.

At the same time, Yangyang, who was supposed to be asleep on the bed, sat up from the bed without any sleepiness, dazed for a while, put on the cute bear cotton slippers, and walked to the small desk.

The picture book was turned to the first page, and Yangyang's pale fingers slid over the three people bound by the zombies.

The first one said it was his future wife who was going to give birth to him.

Although the second one is blindfolded, he always "looks" at him when he does something out of the ordinary.

The third……

Yangyang sat on Xiaoxi's exclusive bench, holding the painting book, and seriously dyed the third villain.

After the third villain became lustful, Yangyang closed the picture book, dragged it out wearing bear cotton.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the moonlight shone on the villain. His expressionless face was even paler than during the day. The blue blood vessels stood out, and a crack was clearly visible under the soft hair.

Standing in front of the far door, he raised his hand with long nails and tapped lightly.

The author has something to say: Yang Yang drew a big X on Yuan Yuan's body: "What are you doing?"