Verdant Paint Bucket Essence

After sending You Fa Cai away, Xin Yuan was a little dazed.

You Qitong didn't seem to have directly stated that he was You Facai's son, so it was all his misunderstanding?

"Who the hell are you?" Xin Yuan didn't know what expression to put on when facing You Qitong. Although no one knew his mental journey, he was very embarrassed in his heart.

"I'm a paint bucket." The little paint bucket spirit jumped off his seat and touched Xin Yuan's forehead. He didn't have a fever, so why did he suddenly forget who he was.

Xin Yuan grabbed the little paint bucket man's hand, with a slender wrist and fair skin.

Xin Yuan's mind about You Qitong was suddenly overturned, and he couldn't tell whether this You Qitong who expressed concern for him was sincere or fake.

"What's wrong?" The little paint bucket hurt a little from being scratched, and it felt like the iron sheet was about to deform.

"Except for the name You Qitong? Where do you live and why are you outside alone? Aren't you going to tell me about these?"

The more Xin Yuan asked, the more frightened he became. During the time spent together, he actually knew very little about You Qitong.

I feel like I have returned to the blind marriage when my parents ordered the matchmaker to marry me. I only know the bride’s name. No, the groom in the past still knows the bride’s family. I don’t know anything.

"Oh, I used to live in the factory, and I was out alone because I couldn't find the way to the recycling station." Little Paint Bucket Jing replied honestly.

"Then when we first met, you said, I... took you out, what happened."

Xin Yuan felt a little embarrassed about this question.

The little paint bucket spirit felt that he might not understand for a while, so he suddenly became a prototype.

Today's small paint bucket is wearing a plaid shirt, so the bucket is also a plaid pattern.

The little paint bucket spirit was afraid that he would be too short for Xin Yuan to see, so he jumped up and down on the spot twice.

Xin Yuan's heart jumped twice following the sound of the paint bucket hitting the ground. This, this is what happened!

"Thank you for using the paint in my stomach to make the wall so beautiful." The little paint bucket spirit turned into a paint bucket with a muffled voice, as if burying his face in an empty bucket.

"You're welcome." Xin Yuan was extremely calm, but in fact, his mind was blank now.

"By the way, can you be gentle next time when you open the lid? My head was pried in and it hurt at first." , he still thinks it's a bit sweet.

The sugar content is 85%, a blank brain judged.

Subconsciously, Xin Yuan looked down, and there was indeed a piece of iron sheet dented where the lid was pried off.

"Sorry, I'll pay attention next time."

and many more

next time what

no next time!

Xin Yuan's brain finally restarted successfully.

The person I met day and night during this time was not You Qitong but the paint bucket. His first reaction after regaining his sanity was actually

Can the paint bucket spirit fall in love?

It should be ok, it's not a little fairy.

"You..." Xin Yuan was just about to ask what your plans are, when there was a burst of loud music outside the door.

Striving for a civilized city, la la la la la, building a beautiful environment, la la la la la.

"The garbage truck is here, and I have to go. Thank you for the time!" The little paint bucket spirit wanted to bend down to thank him, but accidentally fell over and rolled out of the door along the terrain.

"Ah, I'm a little dizzy." The little paint bucket man couldn't straighten himself up, and rolled outwards, accidentally rolled onto the road and was crushed by a passing garbage truck.

"No!" Xin Yuan, who was chasing after him, yelled heartbroken when he saw this scene, ran to the road in disregard of traffic rules, and picked up the crushed paint bucket on the ground.

"Wake up and answer my words." Xin Yuan carefully shook the iron sheet in his hand, and there were shallow tire patterns on it.

The iron sheet in his hand did not reply to him.

In fact, the paint bucket spirit was already dizzy when it rolled onto the road just now.

Dizzy.

Although it hurts to be run over by a car, it is not impossible to die without being run over.

But Xin Yuan didn't know.

Looking at the unresponsive crushed paint bucket in his hand, Xin Yuan felt that he had witnessed the disappearance of a life.

A person who makes me tempted.

wrong.

A paint bucket spirit who makes himself tempted.

This kind of grief is more painful than losing a human lover, because this pain has no one to share.

The old man who was dumping the garbage into the car looked at the garbage Xin Yuan was holding and asked, "Young man, throw away the garbage quickly. The car is about to leave."

"No, this is a relic left to me by my ex-boyfriend."

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Ex-boyfriend·Paint bucket essence: Meow meow? ? ?