My paper people are all Long Aotian

Xiaoxi met his calm and bright eyes, and the heaviness and sadness that overflowed seemed to be sucked away by these eyes, leaving more heartache.

Such a scene, just looking at it, made me panic. Chen Chen was so desperate at that time, the bayonet was inserted into his ear, and it hurt so much.

Even imagining the earpick accidentally digging too deep in the ear, he felt his heart tighten.

"Chen Chen."

Chen Chen's eyes moved to his mouth.

The light red lips opened and closed, spit out two words, and drifted away with the night wind.

Chen Chen said: "Chen Chen."

Xiaoxi was surprised for a moment, bent his eyes and said, "Yes, Chenchen."

He called Chen Chen just now.

Chen Chen pursed his lips, and his eyes became a little brighter.

[Chenchen's mood value +2. 】

The moon is very bright tonight, and the wind is gentle, sending bursts of coolness.

The night wind blew on Xiaoxi's hair and face, the soft hair was bent by the wind, and the thin layer of sweat from the tip of his nose was dried, clean and refreshing, and he squinted his eyes in comfort, looking His people seem to be infected with that kind of comfort.

They don't have to do anything, just smile at each other in the night breeze, and just take a look, they can brew a factor of stability and comfort.

For the first time in a long time, Chenchen felt that contacting people is not scary, seeing a person does not need to be tense, worrying about the sharp arrows, but can feel peace in the person.

Someone in the sky is playing a soothing song "Kiss The Rain", which is sprinkled by the night wind. He is a small voice messenger, unable to shoot sharp arrows at himself, all the cute little notes with round heads and round brains are sent over.

While Xiaoxi looked at him and smiled, he thought a lot in his heart.

The focus of the town these days is on leveling up, and everyone is spinning around the fields.

Far away, Yangyang loves farming, Zeze goes to the mine alone, and sometimes Zeze will water the fields, and the money he earns is obviously not as much as before.

The last time I gave all the money to Lili Xinsheng, the town has only 1800 gold coins in total today, which is still far from [-] gold coins, unless I can receive orders from other towns to mine in the past two days.

Therefore, it is impossible for Chen Chen to recover his hearing in a short time.

If Chenchen really has synaesthesia, if it is visual connection with hearing, then he can try to let Chenchen hear the sound during this time.

To Chenchen, voice may be as important as life. Without voice, his life must be gray.

Xiaoxi wrote on the paper: "Chenchen, wait for me."

The window was open, and Chen Chen stood at the window, watching the creek running into the distance.

There are door lights outside a few small houses, which can illuminate most of the fields in front of them. The farthest place is still a bit dark. The creek ran into it, and ran back after a while.

He was holding a few sunflower petals in his hand.

The sunflowers in the town were very big, bigger than the head of the stream, and the petals were also big. He picked a few petals with the yellowest color and put them on the window sill.

The petals of the sunflower are full of water, the petals are stiff, the upper veins are slightly visible, and the color is bright.

Yellow is the most reflective color among all colors, with the highest brightness, which can attract people's attention and stimulate people's nerves.

Chen Chen was fascinated by the petals, and the stream went into the field again.

This time he brought back some strawberries and blueberries.

Ripe strawberries present a watery crimson color, warm and eye-catching.

Blueberry is a kind of dark blue, which is most suitable for the current night sky, a thick night, extending into the endless unknown, leading to deep indulging.

Then he ran to pick an emerald melon and put it on the window sill. The green color on the melon is fresh and refreshing, pleasing to the eye, and green is a color that will never be boring.

Chenchen couldn't take his eyes off these little things in the most eye-catching colors, he seemed to have re-acquainted with these cute things and their magical colors.

The little things bounced and jumped, stepped on the rhythm, and kicked out the rhythm.

But at this moment, Xiaoxi went to another place, and Chenchen's eyes moved to his back, wondering what ordinary and magical things he would bring to him.

A little bit of expectation is born in my heart, and this expectation will ferment into the expectation of life.

After a while, Xiaoxi came back again, and he went to the warehouse to find an obsidian that Zeze smashed in the mine. This obsidian had a layer of light on the outside, which was as deep as the crow bloodstone. Bright black.

He put down the stone and hurried away again.

Chen Chen kept staring at the things in front of him, and fell into his own world. The door with only one gap was opened little by little, and a new world appeared in front of him.

After an unknown amount of time, a white light flashed, Chen Chen looked up and saw lightning in the sky.

The rain in the summer night came suddenly, just now the moonlight covered the ground, but within a few minutes, there were thunder and lightning, and the raindrops fell drop by drop.

Chen Chen couldn't hear the sound of thunder or rain, he stared blankly at the exploding lightning bolts in the deep night sky, as if they were about to tear the night sky apart.

He took a step back, pursed his lips, took another step forward, and took another step forward, looking around, looking for the familiar figure.

Lightning illuminated the surroundings brightly, but suddenly it was dark again, the world was on and off, and he couldn't find the figure he was looking for.

Chen Chen's upper body leaned out, the eaves covered the rain, and the coolness of the summer rainstorm soaked him all over.

He stood at the window, the tranquility in his eyes was split by lightning, and he saw an umbrella hanging by the door as he paced hesitantly.

He stepped forward hurriedly, hugged the umbrella, and stood at the door, anxious.

Holding an umbrella in one hand and covering his ears with the other, he walked back and forth at the door. In the midst of a thunderstorm, the speed under his feet became faster and more chaotic, like a desperate little animal.

"Chen Chen."

"Chen Chen."

He covered his ears, as if he heard him calling him.

The opening and closing of the lips was repeated in his head, the lightning and thunder in his world faded away, the world after the rain pattered, and the last raindrop fell into the lake, creating circles of ripples.

Chen Chen calmed down little by little, raised his head, reached out to the doorknob, and opened the door with trembling hands.

The outside world might be as scary as ever, he thought, but his note was lost outside, and he was going to get him back.

He raised his head with an umbrella in his arms, and there was a person who was about to knock at the door. His hair was wet, his lips were opened and closed in a familiar arc and shape, and he uttered two words, "Chenchen."

He reached out to touch the rain on his face and smiled at him.

A drop of rain fell on his eyelashes from the tip of the hair on his forehead, his eyes were clean and clear as if washed by rainwater, his coat was wet, the rainwater on his arms slid down to his wrists, and then slipped into the basket he was carrying.

There are a lot of colorful wild flowers and weeds in the basket, with the smell of the mountains and the moisture of the rain, they drilled into the house that was closed for two days.

Chen Chen pursed his lips and took a step back.

Xiaoxi's eyes lit up, did he let him in?

Chenchen took another step back, Xiaoxi took a step into the room, what an important step.

After seeing the umbrella in Chenchen's arms, Xiaoxi smiled even brighter. Is Chenchen worried about himself and wants to send him an umbrella?He was obviously very afraid of going out of this house, very scared, very scared.

After Chen Chen noticed his smile and gaze, he hurriedly threw it aside as if the umbrella was burning someone.

Xiaoxi took another two steps into the room, walked to the window, brought in the things he had collected and the small notebook, and put them on the ground.

He looked at Chen Chen, who was sitting on the side, who was clean, and then at his wet clothes.

If he took out clothes in the closet to change, would Chenchen feel uneasy?Living in the room of a person who often appears, his clothes are still in the closet.

Xiaoxi wiped his hands on his clothes, tore off a piece of paper and wrote, "Chenchen, I'll come as soon as I get a change of clothes."

He picked up the umbrella that Chenchen threw aside, opened the door with the umbrella, and walked into the far room next door.

In the room, the villain lay motionless on the bed, Xiaoxi walked up to him, stared at him for a while, stretched out his cool fingers, and poked him on the face.

"Why didn't you contact me?"

He poked it again, first poking a small dimple on the far cold face, and then smiled.

He walked to the far wardrobe, staring at his row of clothes hesitantly.

There are not many clothes in Yuanyuan's closet, there are eight sets in total, and one set is changed every day, seven days a week. He likes gray, and there are most white and gray in the closet.

Thinking of Chenchen who was still waiting for him, afraid that he would regret not letting him in after waiting for a long time, Xiaoxi quickly picked up a suit of clothes and went into the bathroom.

The bathroom in the distance is very serious, as if asking him why he broke in, this bathroom must not be contaminated by other people's breath.

It's just a game, Zhuang Xi said to himself over and over in his mind, hurriedly took a hot shower, changed into dry clothes, his hair was only half-dried, and returned to his room with his head down and guilt.

Chen Chen looked up and saw a small man with a slightly red face and wearing a big T-shirt.

Blushing is the reason for taking a hot shower?

Like bulky clothes?

Chen Chen only took one look and then looked away.

There is a small bench in this room, which was originally exclusive to Xiao Xi, and he often sat there talking to the villain on the bed, but now Chen Chen pulled the small bench to the corner and sat in that small corner.

Xiaoxi dimmed the light in the room, dried the flowers and plants in the basket, and brought them to Chenchen together with those on the window sill.

Yellow sunflowers, red strawberries, blue blueberries, green melons, black obsidian, orange and purple flowers were placed in front of Chen Chen one by one.

If sounds can change into colors in people with synesthesia, can color stimuli produce unique sounds?Zhuang Xi wants to try.

The seven colors with strong contrast were displayed one by one in front of Chen Chen, which clearly stimulated his sight.

Behind the green melons, there are deep and shallow green leaves. They have different shapes and different color saturations, ranging from light to bright yellow green just after sprouting to dark green all year round.

Similarly, there are shades of red behind red.

Those hands are in front of him, arranging and combining these colors one by one, from strong color contrast to deep and shallow smudge transition, extending into an unknown and mysterious world, and the flat picture is outlined with undulating arcs.

Lightning and thunder still thundered outside, and the summer rain poured down at night, making the house warm and peaceful under the warm light.

In front of Chenchen is a colorful world, not the illusory colors on the screen, but the most simple and real colors of nature.

Those hands, his notes, in the field, in the mountain stream of Xia Yu, found these colors for him, and caught a small note that escaped in nature.

A bright lightning fell, and a white light appeared on the window sill. Chenchen heard the rumbling thunder, heard the small notes, and heard the most beautiful sound in the deepest part of nature.

He hurriedly took the small notebook, and his fingers hurriedly drew arcs on the paper that others couldn't understand. His eyes were burning, his fingers trembled with excitement, and the colors in front of him turned into sounds, the sound of thunder and rain outside. , The sound of the wind merged into a sea of ​​sounds, all pouring into my mind.

Blast!

He was surrounded by sounds, and many sounds that he had never heard before turned into small notes, lined up one by one, and jumped into his heart on the staff.

It turns out that sound has color, sound has shape, and sound has temperature.

He was obsessed with this colorful sound world and couldn't extricate himself, and the warm blood wrapped him up again.

When he finally stopped writing, the boy on the opposite side was looking at him with a smile, with clear eyes, clean face, and upturned corners of his mouth.

The anxious thunder turns into a soothing major tune.

He lowered his head, and among those lines and notes, added a line that runs through the beginning and end.

He stared blankly, his eyes brightened slightly, "I never thought I could create such a tune."

[Chenchen's mood value +10. 】

No one knows his dream, he doesn't want to make money in the entertainment industry, and he doesn't want to be a so-called pianist who hears thunderous applause on stage, but a pianist.

He has created many works, but none of them can satisfy him. He harshly believes that those works that may be praised by the media and netizens cannot become masterpieces engraved with his name.

It is absolutely unexpected that the work that made him overjoyed was created after he was completely deaf.

Chenchen looked up at Xiaoxi, not knowing how to express the complicated feelings in his heart.

The hot thing in his heart kept overflowing, almost overflowing from his eye sockets, and stripped from his body together with those insults, humiliation and pain.

Xiaoxi took the pen and notebook with wry eyes, and wrote on the new page: "Chenchen, have you heard of synaesthesia?"

Chen Chen shook his head.

"Synaesthesia means that one sense can trigger another. This is God's golden finger for his most beloved artists. Chenchen has won such a kiss from God."

Chenchen was stunned, God's beloved artist, God's kiss, every word for him is so warm that it makes people want to cry.

"Has Chenchen ever had such a feeling, is there any moment when he sees that the letters have colors, or sounds, or smells?"

"Yes." Chen Chen nodded without thinking.

His eyes became brighter and brighter. Without Xiaoxi's explanation, he also knew what an advantage this was and how much inspiration it would bring.

Xiaoxi smiled and nodded, and wrote cheerful words, "Even if Chenchen can't hear the sound, he can still become a great musician."

[Chenchen's mood value +10. 】

"And, Chenchen's ears can be cured."

"There is a very good doctor in our small town. Yangyang was born unable to speak. He cured him. Zeze has no eyes. He cured him. Chen Chen couldn't hear. He can also cure him."

"When we save enough money, Chenchen's ears will be back to normal."

I don't know if he can read the last two sentences. He kept touching the book, as if he was touching the most precious treasure under the sun. His eyes were shining, so beautiful that it was pleasing to the eye.

Xiaoxi laughed very happily, he couldn't help reaching out to touch Chenchen's head.

"Snapped!"

The hand stretched above the head was slapped away severely.

The room suddenly fell into dead silence.

Xiaoxi's hand immediately turned red, he was stunned for a moment, and hid his hand behind.

"I'm sorry." He said, "I'm used to it. I don't mean anything else."

He is used to touching the head of the villain in the game, and regards Chen Chen as one of them, but Chen Chen is very afraid of being touched by others. They just touched his head not long after they met, which is true. Something is wrong.

Chen Chen pursed her lips, drooping her slender eyelashes, and remained silent.

Xiaoxi suddenly realized that he couldn't hear himself talking, and Chenchen held the book tightly, Xiaoxi got up and took out another book on the table, and wrote down his apology.

"I'm sorry, Chenchen, I have no other intentions. I was so happy just now that I couldn't help but want to touch your head. I won't be like this in the future."

"Go to bed early, I'll come see you tomorrow."

He put the notebook in front of Chen Chen, smiled at him, and left without any suspicion.

[Chenchen mood value -2. 】

well?Still unhappy?

Zhuang Xi sighed helplessly, took off the holographic helmet, and looked at the game. The villain was sitting alone in the room, staring at the door, holding the book tightly, like a cold and fragile doll.

In the future, don't move your hands casually, Zhuang Xi warned himself over and over again in his heart.

However, tonight's harvest is still great, and there is a lot of joy in regret, at least Chenchen can accept him into the room, and his mood value has increased by more than 20.

Zhuangxi was very busy for the next two days. He got up every morning, lay down on the bed and advanced the game to send a basket of colors to Chenchen, prepare a basket of food, and then get up to eat.

I enter the game whenever I have time, not only to farm, but also to earn more money.

There is a two-to-three-hour live broadcast every day. When you can catch the spaceship, you have to go to the new house to pack and buy furniture.

The first thing he bought in his new house was a housekeeping robot.

He didn't buy it before. On the one hand, it was because the house was small and he could just clean it himself. Cleaning the room with his own hands would make him feel better. On the other hand, the reason was very practical, because he didn't have the money to buy it at the time.

Now this villa has more than 600 square meters up and down, not counting the yard, so a housekeeping robot is bound to be needed.

He bought two cute little robots, and Lili named them respectively. The one with the red tie was called Baobao, and the one with the blue tie was called Beibei.

Zhuang Xi: "..."

After Lili named them, he stroked their heads, "The three of us can chat all night again."

Baby and Beibei nodded, "Let's chat together, what are we talking about?"

Interstellar robots are highly intelligent, and even housekeeping robots can pass the Turing test, so chatting is naturally a no-brainer.

As if discovering a new continent, Li Li excitedly led them to chat, and Zhuang Xi had no choice but to go down there to plant flowers.

The villa comes with a small garden. The original owner planted two small trees at random here. Zhuang Xi pulled them up and planned to plant them outside the gate or give them to the community gardener. He planted them in the garden and obviously gave them to him. of flower species.

It's not in the game, he can't tell what kind of flower it is, so he can only plant it blindly, but it's a surprise to see every flower in the future, isn't it?

"Hey, are you planting flowers?"

Hearing this, Zhuang Xi raised his head and saw an old man with graying hair and wearing sportswear, standing energetically at the gate of their courtyard, staring at the seeds in Zhuang Xi's hand.

Zhuang Xi nodded, smiled at the other party, and then pointed to his throat, indicating that he could not speak.

The old man froze for a moment, seeing Zhuang Xi's bright smile, his mood improved a lot.

"It's hard to grow these flowers." The old man said, "It took me a lot of effort to grow the few flowers in my yard."

Zhuang Xi smiled and made a gesture of "I'll do my best".

The old man seemed to like his smile very much, and wanted to say a few more words to him. Unfortunately, a man in a suit and leather shoes came at this time, "Old Yang, the young master is back."

The old man nodded, "Kids, come on, I will definitely come and see it when you plant it. If you want to see it, you can come to my house to see it. I live in the third yard behind you."

Zhuang Xi nodded and waved at him.

Seeing the back of the old man leaving, Zhuang Xi belatedly thought, this old man looks a little familiar.

Xiao Sun said that there are two big stars living here, as well as other celebrities from all walks of life, maybe this is one of them.

He didn't pay much attention, and continued digging the soil with a small hoe. After planting three rows of flower seeds, Zhuang Xi straightened his back, looked at his slightly sore back with his hands, and went back to the room to rest.

"Xiaoxi, your head is sweating, why did you go?"

Lili put down the script, wiped his sweat with a towel, and watched him beat his lower back, his eyes rolled around, "Xiaoxi lie down on the sofa, and I will beat him for you."

Without giving Zhuang Xi a chance to refuse, Lili pushed Zhuang Xi onto the sofa, and began to squeeze his shoulders and beat his back without refusing.

This is truly regal service.

Zhuang Xi was overwhelmed by the flattery, at first he was still tense, but then he gradually relaxed, and Li Li squeezed him very comfortably.

"I learned from the production crew that the princess should pinch the prince's shoulders, then seduce the prince to bed and give birth to a little son."

Zhuang Xi: "..."

Zhuang Xi put on the holographic helmet silently, not giving birth to a child.

It's afternoon now, and he and Lili plan to finish their meal at Shangyixing and go back when it gets dark. The game will be synchronized in the afternoon too.

Xiaoxi stood outside the door, and slipped a piece of paper from under the door, "Chenchen, can I come in?"

The door opened quickly, and he could enter Chenchen's room every time these two days, but he didn't know if it was Zhuangxi's illusion, Chenchen seemed a little awkward.

Xiaoxi Duanduan was sitting in front of Chenchen. Chenchen might be changing herbal medicine, and he didn't wear earmuffs. Xiaoxi looked at his ears, and Chenchen noticed his gaze sensitively. Although he was tense, he didn't avoid it.

Chen Chen's face and neck were white and clean, but the dried blood stains in his ears were still there.

He hasn't touched it.

Maybe it's not daring, still escaping, and still unable to accept it.

He just pressed the herbs that Xiaoxi gave him indiscriminately with earmuffs. The herbs are outside. Can the wounds in the ears and eyes be healed?

Thinking of the fragile eardrum being cut, Zhuang Xi felt that his ears were itching, and the wound inside must heal quickly.

He took out a few pieces of healing grass, crushed them and put them in a small bowl, and wrote on the note: "Chenchen, put some in your ears, okay?"

Chen Chen hesitated for a long time holding the small bowl and the note, as if he was struggling inside, Zhuang Xi thought he didn't want to stuff it, but he said, "I can't see it myself."

Xiaoxi's eyes lit up, and she looked at him in surprise.

"Then I'll give Chenchen the medicine?"

Under Xiaoxi's surprised and expectant gaze, Chenchen nodded slightly.

Xiaoxi suppressed her happiness, as if she was afraid of scaring him, approached him cautiously, and gently brushed away the hair by his right ear.

"You can't see yourself, can't you take a mirror!"

The fierce sound startled Zhuang Xi, and the warm and peaceful atmosphere was shattered.

Lili was standing outside the window, looking at them angrily.

Chen Chen followed Xiaoxi's line of sight, and visibly flinched a bit. Seeing Li Li's face and long hair, Chen Chen seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Li Li walked into the room wheezing, and was even more angry when he saw him hiding behind Xiaoxi.

Xiaoxi: "Lili, you go out first."

"I'm going out?!" Li Li yelled in disbelief, seeing Zhuang Xi in the same way as a scumbag.

There is a good wife at home, and she is still raising a mistress outside, and even speaks for the mistress.

Zhuang Xi's head is bald, it's really unnecessary.

Seeing the little face of the person hiding behind Xiaoxi, Lili became even more angry, and blushed with anger, which had never happened before.

"Xiaoxi, now tell me who looks better, me or him!"

He must get the answer, and Chen Chen should know it, so he not only asked Xiao Xi, but also wrote down this sentence for him to answer in front of Chen Chen.

Chenchen saw the question on the note, then looked at Lili's angry look, then shifted his gaze to Xiaoxi's face, waiting quietly and seriously.

Zhuang Xi: "..."

The author has something to say: Lili and Chenchen looked at Xiaoxi at the same time.

Xiaoxi: "What is the truth of the eldest princess?"