Verdant Paint Bucket Essence

When Xin Yuan woke up, his heart was empty.

From now on, I can no longer hear the ending sound with "Ya", and I can no longer see those two dimples that make people want to poke, and I am afraid that no one will stimulate themselves with that kind of color matching.

"Good morning." Xin Yuan touched the flowerpot transformed from a paint bucket, and watered the flower with a small sprinkler.

"Ding dong." The doorbell rang suddenly.

Xin Yuan went to open the door in a strange way. After his grandfather passed away, he had no relatives or friends in this world, so who would knock on the door.

"Hello, courier."

"Oh, thank you." Xin Yuan found the package in the courier brother's hand, thinking that he hadn't bought anything recently.

The courier boy stood at the door with a smile.

Xin Yuan looked down at the information on the courier, and it was indeed his own.When I looked up, I found that the courier brother was still standing at the door of his house with a smile.

"Anything else?"

The smile on the little brother's face froze for a moment, and he said, "This is □□□, you haven't paid me yet."

Xin Yuan remembered that this was probably the gift that You Qitong had mentioned earlier.Because I was very depressed yesterday, I haven't read the love letter You Qitong gave me yet.

After giving the money to the courier brother, Xin Yuan put the love letter from You Qitong together with the gift.

The love letter is thick, it should be the gift money.

In Xin Yuan's mind, the little paint bucket spirit was no longer that wayward young master who ran away from home, but became a poor little fairy.

Xin Yuan imagined that the little paint-bucket spirit, who knew nothing, went out to move bricks at night when he was not paying attention, and earned the money so hard with dark circles under his eyes. His heart felt aching, how could he be so stupid? Goblin.

He carefully opened the courier and took out the gift.

It's a thermos cup,

It is a thermos cup with a bamboo and wood shell on the outside.

It's a thermos cup engraved with the words Xin Yuan and a line of good health and good luck.

It is a thermos cup that does not conform to Xin Yuan's aesthetics in every way.

But thinking about the efforts Paint Bucket Jing put in to earn this thermos, Xin Yuan felt that if he despises this thermos, he can say whether he is human or not.

He unfolded the letter from the paint bucket spirit to himself, and took out the money contained in it.

Treat money like dung, and don't even look at it.

Xin Yuan:

By the time you read this letter, I have already left.During this period of time, I have been very happy by your side. Knowing you is the luckiest thing for me.

When I bumped into you on the street at first, I was a little scared, because you always have a straight face when you don't speak, and you don't seem to be close to you.

But when I think of your singing when you painted the wall, I don’t think so, Xin Yuan is actually a very easy person to get along with.

I'm a paint bucket expert, and I'm the best at painting walls and colors.I can feel the design draft you drew reveals your love for the world.

Because of Xin Yuan, I can't help liking this world even more.

I hope that I can be the lampshade for your family's desk lamp in the next reincarnation, so that even if you rush to work until late at night, I can still be with you.

But if you can’t stay up late, don’t stay up late, I heard that staying up late will make you bald!

Also remember to drink plenty of hot water, I hope you like the thermos I bought for you.

It turned out that it was not a love letter, Xin Yuan touched his thick hair subconsciously.

Whether it's a love letter or a thank you letter, Xin Yuan cherishes the kindness of the painter.

Do I still have such a deep love for this world?Xin Yuanzhong was thinking about it.

Xin Yuan has been paying attention to his appearance since he learned to paint. At that time, he didn't know how to hide it, and he was even willing to share his experience with others, so everyone around him called him a bitch.

As a gong, Xin Yuan is actually very wronged. What does Aimi have to do with motherhood?

But as the people around him stayed away, Xin Yuan gradually learned to conceal his pursuit of beauty, and stopped communicating with other people.

Anyway, whether he has skin care or not, a group of straight men who call him sissy around him can't tell, and if he doesn't tell, who will know.In this way, Xin Yuan lived the life of a lone ranger.

Suo Xing's grandfather is very tolerant of his concern for appearance. Grandpa said that only by loving yourself can you love the world better.

Xin Yuan's previous application of eye cream to the small paint bucket was a kind of temptation for him. He wanted to see if You Qitong could understand and tolerate his pursuit of beauty, or would he show the same surprised and contemptuous eyes as others.

Fortunately, the little paint bucket spirit didn't seem to feel that there was anything wrong.

Thinking of this, Xin Yuan smiled slightly, You Qitong, a little elf, is so sweet, and he can be himself in front of him.

But...he has already left, and he may never meet someone like him again.

The smile on Xin Yuan's mouth gradually disappeared.

He stood up to frame the Paint Bucketman's hard-earned money and the letter to him, next to his first painting.

When Xin Yuan picked up the money, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

this money...

Xin Yuan suddenly opened his eyes wide.

The author has something to say:

Three changes a day, well, although the number of words in each change is not many, it adds up to 4500+ (proud face