Verdant Paint Bucket Essence

As early as when his grandson fainted from fright, the grandfather felt ashamed and left.

Leave a small paint bucket to guard Xin Yuan.

When Xin Yuan woke up, he saw the little paint bucket spirit sleeping next to him with his pillow on his hands, obedient, still as white as ever.The gorgeous rose red T-shirt she was wearing was still as weird as usual.

Xin Yuan felt less scared, and even a little warm.

Probably because of the dawn, Xin Yuan thought as he looked at the sunlight shining on the small paint bucket Jing's hands.

Suddenly, Xin Yuan noticed that the place on the small paint bucket Jing's hand was red when it was exposed to the sun. Xin Yuan immediately went to the window and pulled up the curtain tightly.

Today's You Qitong is a ghost, and if he is exposed to the sun, he will probably lose his wits.

Looking at the red mark on You Qitong's hand, Xin Yuan blew in distress.

Hearing the noise of the little paint bucket spirit struggling to wake up from his sleep, seeing Xin Yuan who was next to him, he blushed immediately: "Xin Yuan, good morning."

"Good morning."

Now the little paint bucket has four pits on his face when he smiles. At the beginning when there were two pits, Xin Yuan was cute, but now that there are two more, Xin Yuan laughs so hard that his waist is sore.

There is a legend before that those people with dimples are unwilling to drink Mengpo soup because they have past events that they don't want to forget.So he was punished to stay in the Wangchuan River for hundreds of years before he could enter reincarnation.

Those people have forgotten their past in the scouring of the Wangchuan River for a hundred years, but the underworld will still leave two marks on their faces to show that they did not drink Mengpo soup back then.

Is it because You Qitong has two extra dimples now that he refuses to drink Mengpo soup in order not to forget me?

Xin Yuan was moved by the story he constructed, and then he was a little angry. The original two pits on You Qitong's face were left in order not to forget who?

Xin Yuan, who had more than four pitfalls in his mind, was a little jealous.

"Are you in good health? Why did you suddenly faint last night?" Little Paint Bucket Jing was concerned.

"Last night, I was just so happy to see you, I thought I would never see you again." Xin Yuan put his fear of last night behind him, and concentrated on touching the obedient paint in front of him with some greasy words Bucket spirit, no, paint bucket ghost.

"Oh, that's good." The little paint bucket didn't feel that Xin Yuan's words were greasy, but was inexplicably happy because of his words. Did Xin Yuan miss himself a little bit?

"By the way, grandpa said, let you burn a tricycle for him to go there, he can't drive." The little paint bucket spirit thought of his grandpa's entrustment, Xin Yuan passed out just after he said this last night, and he didn't know how to drive. Know if he hears or not.

"...I see." Xin Yuan thought of the houses he had burned before and all kinds of sports cars, and he felt a little sad. Grandpa has no place to live.

"By the way," Xin Yuan thought suddenly, "Then can I see my grandpa?"

Grandpa has been dead for more than three years.

Grandpa died when he was old, and he passed away peacefully.When the day of this doomed separation came, although Xin Yuan was sad, he didn't feel too sad.

But now that he has the opportunity to meet his grandfather, Xin Yuan still wants to see how the old man is doing.

"I don't know, why don't we go out and find Grandpa right now." The little paint bucket stood up, but Xin Yuan grabbed his wrist.

"The sun is shining outside now, do you want to go out because you don't want to live?" Xin Yuan was helpless by You Qitongtong's little confusion. Could he be a little conscious of being a ghost?

"What does this have to do with the sun?" The little paint bucket spirit looked puzzled.

Xin Yuan pointed to the red mark on Xiao Paint's hand: "Look, it's all sunburned here, aren't you afraid of losing your soul when you go out now?"

"Ghost? I'm not a ghost. Look, I'm hot." The little paint bucket put his palm on Xin Yuan's arm.

"Yes, it's hot." Xin Yuan's heart skipped a beat when he was touched by the small paint bucket, and it took him a while to react.

"Then how did you get the red and dimple in your hand?"

The little paint bucket spirit told Xin Yuan about his energy in the past few days from the beginning to the end. Xin Yuan turned his head and looked at the paint bucket that he used as a flowerpot, feeling a little complicated for a while.

Why am I so sad these days!

Xin Yuan is so kind, he thought I was a ghost, and he wasn't afraid of me, instead he was always worried about me.The little painter thought sweetly in his heart.

"So, why did you choose a rose-red paint bucket." After sorting out his emotions, Xin Yuan wanted to ask this question first.

"My grandpa and I both think this color looks good." The little paint bucket spirit happily walked around in front of Xin Yuan, letting him see this beautiful color from all angles.

"Hmm...it looks good." One is the person he likes, and the other is his elder. What else can Xin Yuan say.However, when the small paint bucket is spinning around, it looks really good.

Xin Yuan looked at the dimples on Little Paint Bucket Jing's face with pleasure.

Seeing Xin Yuan looking at him so seriously, the little paint bucket spirit felt a little hot, and for a moment didn't know whether to look at Xin Yuan or bow his head.

There was a faint ambiguous atmosphere in the room.

The author has something to say:

Another theory about the origin of dimples

Granny Meng: Do you want to drink?

Dead ghost: I don't drink

Meng Po (squeezes the grimace): If you don’t drink, I’ll pour it down for you

Dead Ghost: &%...￥*￥

Therefore, the two dimples on the face were pinched out when Granny Meng squeezed her face and poured soup (serious nonsense