Plane Convenience Store

"Don't cry." He heard the idol say, "It's nothing sad."

Hearing the idol's comfort, Lu Lu quickly wiped away his tears and began to giggle nonstop.

He felt that his current state was completely like a fool, but fortunately, the idol didn't mind.

"Do you have a paintbrush?"

"Yes!" He quickly replied.

Lu Lu led Vincent Van Gogh into the room, and put all his painting tools in front of the idol, allowing him to choose.

When Van Gogh picked up the digital board to look at it, he had brought a stack of drawing paper and told Mr. Van Gogh that the digital board is a modern painting tool.

After he finished explaining, Van Gogh nodded, then picked up a pencil and began to draw on the paper.

Mr. Van Gogh, is this going to be painted in his home?

Lu Lu was so excited that he couldn't help himself, he wanted to go out and run ten laps to celebrate, he wanted to climb to the top of the mountain and shout, but he finally restrained this desire, but stood aside, watching every move of the idol with burning eyes.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock...

Time passes in a painting, a spectator.

Before he knew it, Lu Lu had been standing for four hours, but he didn't feel tired, because Mr. Van Gogh had already drawn to the end.

Just a little more and the painting will be complete.

In fact, Lu Lu didn't mind standing for a few more hours, he even wanted Mr. Van Gogh to stay here, even if he was standing all the time.

It's a pity that in that world, there are relatives who have idols, and that is his era.So Lu Lu can only suppress his unrealistic delusions and cherish every second spent with Mr. Van Gogh as much as possible.

It's done.

Vincent van Gogh put down his pen, looking a little tired.Seeing this, Lu Lu quickly made a cup of hot drink for Mr. Van Gogh.

He checked the time, it was nearly twelve o'clock.In other words, Mr. Van Gogh stayed in the store for more than five hours, no wonder he was so tired.

Although standing for 4 hours, Lu Lu was still in good spirits.For him, seeing an idol is as exciting as smoking marijuana, but he is not sleepy, but he must consider the idol's health.

"Mr. Van Gogh, it's getting late, do you want to go back and rest now?" He looked at Van Gogh's expression, and added: "The red stone is the key to bring you here. If you still If you want to come to this place, you can come in when it gets hot."

Vincent van Gogh looked at his watch, and the time had indeed passed for a long time. After counting the time, he should go back and rest.

So, he pushed open the bedroom door and wanted to leave, but as soon as he stepped out, Lu Lu held the painting and said, "Mr. Van Gogh, you forgot your painting."

Seeing Lu Lu holding the painting, as if he was holding some precious jewels, with a cautious look, he showed an almost indiscernible smile: "For you."

What?Send, send, send... for me?

Lu Lu was dizzy from this huge surprise.

Wasn't Mr. Van Gogh joking with him?

Did he really decide to give the painting to him?

If it was true, he would definitely have this picture framed and hung in the most prominent place in the house to show off to everyone who came by!

After confirming to Mr. Van Gogh again and again that the painting was given to him, Lu Lu showed a happy smirk again.

Seeing the back of Van Gogh going away, Lu Lu suddenly realized an important matter, but he still couldn't make up his mind on this matter.

He wanted to give Monsieur van Gogh all the gold nuggets and jewels he had acquired so far.

But he dared not.

Although he himself is a common man who talks about money, that is Van Gogh!How could he tarnish Mr.'s gift with the stench of copper!

However, he remembered that a large part of the reason for Van Gogh's depression in history was lack of financial income.

Van Gogh's paintings could not be sold, and he had been living on his brother's support.So he felt that it was his younger brother who was dragging him down, so he lost his mental balance under the guilt, and began to have mental problems.

Now that Mr. Van Gogh knows that his paintings are finally understood by the public, part of the melancholy about his unpopularity has dissipated.

However, without financial income, Mr. Van Gogh felt that he was a drag on his younger brother, and he died depressed, so what should we do!

There are many rumors about Mr. van Gogh, and most people think that he committed suicide.

Lu Lu doesn't believe that his idol is so fragile. He believes that Mr. Van Gogh died in an accident and avoided talking about it to protect those children. But what if the rumor is true?

If Mr. Van Gogh really committed suicide, he would regret it!

Therefore, Lu Lu kept cheering himself up in his heart, telling himself that this was not to tarnish his idol.

When Van Gogh was about to leave the door, he finally summoned up the courage to stop Van Gogh, ran back to the room, swept all the valuable things into a box, and respectfully handed the box to him. Idol.

"Mr. Van Gogh, please accept this."

"Also, thank you...thank you for your painting!"

Seeing Van Gogh open the box to check the gift, with surprised eyes, Lu Lu blushed, and stammered, explaining: "Mr. I have to give gifts back to my husband, please be sure to accept them, please."

Van Gogh was a practical person, so he didn't refuse, he accepted the fan's gift openly, smiled at Lu Lu, and left with the box.

Laughed!The gentleman just smiled at him!

Bewildered by Van Gogh's last smile, Lu Lu stood there for a while, thinking about what the gentleman's smile meant.Satisfaction with him, or praise for his pious attitude?

No matter what, the few hours in contact with idols are enough for him to reminisce for a lifetime.

After Van Gogh left, Lu Lu just had to turn off the lights.

As early as when Van Gogh entered the door, he hung up the closed business sign.

For him, nothing is as important as being alone with his idol.

Besides, if Mr. Song Cheng and Teacher Jessie are not here today, he will not let passers-by ABCD take up his time with Mr. Van Gogh.

Back in the room, Lu Lu was still too excited to fall asleep.

He thought that the chair that Mr. Van Gogh sat on should be sealed up and kept well; the pen that Mr. Van Gogh used should also be put away, so that he could not use it casually.

There is also the handshake with Mr. Van Gogh in a moment of excitement...

The thought of washing tomorrow morning made him feel extremely heartbroken!

Can he not wash this hand!

However, not washing your hands is obviously unrealistic.

So he can only reminisce about the temperature of the idol's palm, and at the same time he can't help giggling, reminiscing about every bit of contact with the idol.

The more I think about it, the more excited I get.

Lu Lu originally thought that he would be too excited to fall asleep tonight, but he just lay down on the bed for a while, his heart calmed down, and soon fell into a sweet dream unconsciously...

When I woke up the next day, I was still so refreshed.

After two nights of verification, Lu Lu preliminarily confirmed that the onmyoji's spell was indeed effective.

This made him feel relieved and more hopeful for the future.

After washing in a hurry, Lu Lu rushed to mount the idol's painting.

After a busy day, he hung the framed painting in the most conspicuous place in the convenience store, and then stepped back a few steps. He found it beautiful no matter how he looked at it, and then he stopped moving the painting around in satisfaction.

Lying on the cash register, Lu Lu was very satisfied with this position for the first time.

As long as he raised his eyes, he could see the painting given to him by the idol in the distance, but he had to pay attention to changing the position of the painting during the day, otherwise it would be bad if the painting was damaged.

Lu Lu admired the idol's painting intoxicatedly, so focused that he didn't even see the new guest coming in.

Finally, he was awakened by a loud roar.

"Brothers, let's give a reward! You can only accumulate 10 tuanfans. If you don't give a reward, it will be wasted."

A burly man strode into the store door, and boldly shouted into the air: "Just now, I caught a one-meter-long fish under the water, and today, my dinner will be based on this! "

As he spoke, he shook the big fish dripping with water in his hand, and made a poss in one direction, looking majestic.

However, in the eyes of Lu Lu and Song Cheng, who are not aware of it, the big man's behavior is very embarrassing, not ordinary embarrassment.

He, a bystander, was so embarrassed that he even got goosebumps.

After shaking the fish, the big man continued to explain the origin of the fish and his fishing techniques as if no one was there. Lu Lu didn't know what was going on with him, but soon, the big man was stunned.

"System! What's going on here?" The big man was stunned for a while, and suddenly there was a loud noise: "Isn't it live broadcasting? Why can't I see the audience?"

"Drip, it's connecting, please be patient with the host."

"Drip, the plane is not in the service area, please explore the host by yourself, crunch—"

After the system squeaked, it immediately disconnected, making the big man dumbfounded.

What happened?

Since the system was loaded on him, there has never been a disconnection.

He also knows the power of the system. In fact, although he is an anchor, he is not an ordinary anchor.

Because the places where he anchors are all in different worlds.

According to the requirements of the system, today he will go to plane A to broadcast live barbecue dinosaurs, and tomorrow he will go to plane B to barbecue aliens.

Thanks to his strong mind, he dare not eat anything with four legs except stools.

So even if those strange-shaped things hurt the eyes, he can swallow them without changing his face, and tell the audience by the way that xx aliens are rich in nutrition.Chicken flavor, crunchy and crunchy, you can eat it with a bite.

That's right, Hu Hu's anchor content is cooking food, he is a veritable food anchor.

The system told Hu Hu that through the system evaluation, he had the highest affinity for food, so he bound the food anchor system.

Compared with the creepy "killing live broadcast" and "death live broadcast", Hu Hu's task is to hunt strange creatures in different planes, and then make them delicious food, thereby pleasing the audience.

Hearing the tragic experience of other types of anchors, Hu Hu was very thankful that he was a chef during his lifetime.

If he was loaded with a killing live broadcast, he couldn't guarantee that he would still have a healthy mentality.