Verdant Paint Bucket Essence

When the small paint bucket entered the studio, he was stunned by the whole green wall. On the emerald green wall, there was a line of bright red words written in bold: This is the effect of red letters on a green background.

Seeing You Qitong's shocked appearance, Xin Yuan felt inexplicably relieved and took a sip of water.He worked so hard to paint such a wall for this effect.For Party A now, the euphemistic words no longer make sense, so they can only use this straightforward way to let them see how ugly the actual effect is.

"It's so beautiful." The small paint bucket sincerely praised Xin Yuan's work. It turned out that the paint in his stomach could dye the front wall green. The color is so pure, it is so beautiful.

"Ahem." Xin Yuan choked on the water and patted his chest hard.

The little paint bucket nervously came over to help Xin Yuan smooth his mood. The emerald green clothes dangled in front of Xin Yuan. In a trance, Xin Yuan felt that the color of You Qitong's clothes was exactly the same as the emerald green on the wall, without any color difference.

Coughing, Xin Yuan pushed the small paint bucket against the wall.

The little paint bucket spirit didn't know what he was going to do, so he just blinked his eyes to cooperate with him.

Sure enough...Xin Yuan saw that the clothes on You Qitong merged with the entire emerald green wall. If he stood a little farther and looked over, he looked like a person without a torso, only his face and limbs stuck to the wall.

No matter how cute the face is, it's still a horror movie!

The little paint bucket spirit didn't know why Xin Yuan looked at him with a troubled face. In order to make Xin Yuan laugh, the little paint bucket spirit was still making faces on the spot.

"Xin Yuan, did I bother you?" You Facai opened the door and came in. The middle-aged uncle looked at Xin Yuan holding a fair young man against the corner with an inexplicable look on his face.

"No, you misunderstood." Although Xin Yuan could not accept You Facai's aesthetics, he still respected him very much.After all, it is rare to see a middle-aged uncle who is polite and not bald these days.

Seeing an outsider coming, the little paint bucket spirit lowered his head in embarrassment, not knowing how to greet him.The nervous little paint bucket turned around and buried his face in the corner of the wall.

When he was a paint bucket, he had been placed in the corner all the time. This familiar place made him feel a little more at ease when he was nervous.

In Xin Yuan's eyes, this scene turned into a rebellious young man who ran away from home and did not want to see his old father. He turned his head to look at You Facai's expression.

You Facai felt that this fair young man looked obedient, and his current behavior...could it be autism?

You Facai thought of the noisy and troublesome child in his home every day, then looked at the well-behaved paint bucket spirit, and said, "Let him stay there." Don't disturb him, he will do it as he is used to it.

Xin Yuan nodded understandingly. The old father was already helpless with his son, so he didn't want to say anything more.

The little paint bucket stood in the corner, listening carefully to Xin Yuan and You Facai explaining the new poster design plan, thinking that although Xin Yuan was dressed in black and looked ugly, he was a nice person and had a nice voice.

"The reason why I didn't adopt the red and green scheme you requested at the beginning is because the effect of this scheme on the wall is not particularly good. You can look at that wall."

Xin Yuan pointed to the painted emerald green wall.

You Facai turned his head and saw that there was only a paint bucket with a head and limbs floating in the air in the corner, and he was suddenly taken aback. He thought that the emerald green clothes were so beautiful, and it was hard to guarantee that no one would wear them on the street. If the color is too heavy, I am afraid the effect will be quite scary, so I agreed to Xin Yuan's modification plan.

"Okay, then I'll show you the first draft of the poster after I make it." Xin Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, and sure enough, his son would be easier to talk to here.

You Facai planned to leave after chatting. Xin Yuan didn't know how he planned to deal with his son. Now that the father and son were arguing, it would be even worse if he spoke rashly as an outsider.

Seeing that Xin Yuan was sending You Facai to the door, the little paint bucket spirit came out from the corner, poked his head out carefully and watched Xin Yuan send You Facai to the car.

You Facai, who was about to leave, saw the emerald green color, and couldn't help but patted Xin Yuan on the shoulder: "Take good care of him." It's not easy for autistic children.

"Oh, good. I see." Xin Yuan nodded.

You Facai's company has been cooperating with Xin Yuan for a long time. It is not a big problem to take care of the children who run away from home for Party A, the funder.