Verdant Paint Bucket Essence

"Ahem, did I disturb you?" Grandpa watched the curtain being drawn from the outside, and waited at the door, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't see anyone open the curtain.

Grandpa wondered if his grandson had been squeezed dry, and waited for a while, but couldn't wait any longer, so he floated in with his eyes closed.

He didn't hear any strange sounds, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the two of them staring blankly at each other.

Grandpa had no choice but to cough twice.

"Grandpa, you're here." The little paint bucket spirit smiled happily when he saw his grandpa.

"Grandpa?" Xin Yuan heard that the little paint bucket spirit told his grandpa to turn his head and look around. There was no change in the room, nor did the temperature drop.

"Xin Yuan, grandpa is there." The little paint bucket pointed to the window, where an old man in Tang suit was sitting comfortably on the sofa.

Xin Yuan looked in the direction pointed by the small paint bucket, but there was nothing there.Can't you still see grandpa?

"Grandpa, long time no see." Xin Yuan felt that his eyes were dull, and he could act as a blind person, because he didn't know where to look.

"Bastard, where are you looking? Why are you staring at my hair? It's normal to lose hair when you get old, and I'm not bald." Grandpa felt that Xin Yuan's gaze was directly on his bare forehead, and he felt terrible .

Look at Xin Yuan, then look at grandpa.The little paint bucket elf flashed, picked up a piece of paper and started to draw. After a while, the appearance of grandpa sitting on the sofa was fully displayed on the paper.

The little paint bucket spirit handed the paper to Xin Yuan.

Looking at the familiar face on the paper and the familiar posture of sitting cross-legged, Xin Yuan looked up at the empty sofa, and felt as if he could see his grandfather sitting on the sofa.

"Grandpa," Xin Yuan's eyes were slightly red.

"Grandpa, it's been so many years, why haven't you changed a piece of clothes?"

Grandpa was still wearing the clothes he had changed for him before he died. Xin Yuan felt that it was too difficult for grandpa this year, and he couldn't even change a piece of clothes.

Grandpa looked at Xin Yuan's red eyes, thinking that he was going to have some thoughtful words with him, and his tears were ready, but he was forced to hold back by Xin Yuan's words.

"You grandson of a thief, the little paint bucket spirit scolds him for me! Who can blame me for not changing my clothes for so many years? Isn't it all because he didn't burn any of them for me."

The little paint bucket can't swear, so he can only honestly repeat what grandpa said: "Grandpa said that because you didn't burn his clothes, he has no clothes to change."

Xin Yuan was well aware of his grandfather's personality. You Qitong must have filtered out some of his complaints by recounting it like this. Xin Yuan raised his hand and rubbed his soft hair.

"Grandpa, You Qitong is still here, don't scold people." Xin Yuan looked up at the empty sofa, lowered his head and started looking for clothes for grandpa on the phone, but he didn't know that grandpa had floated behind Xin Yuan.

"You little bastard, am I that old? I don't wear those outdated clothes!" Grandpa saw that the keywords entered by Xin Yuan's online shopping were: the elderly, keeping warm in autumn and winter

"Paint bucket spirit, scold him for me, you little bastard." Grandpa felt puzzled after cursing himself, so he must ask the little paint bucket spirit to help him scold him.

"Oh..." The little paint bucket moved its lips, but remained silent for a long time: "You, you, you little bastard."

Xin Yuan, who was picking clothes for his grandfather, softened his hands, not just his hands.After being scolded and coquettishly said "little bastard" by the little paint bucket spirit, Xin Yuan felt his heart go numb.

"It's not me, I'm just on behalf of grandpa..." The little paint bucket spirit explained nervously seeing that Xin Yuan hadn't spoken.

Grandpa has long seen Xin Yuan's flamboyance, "It's okay, don't be nervous, he's still happy when you scold him. Take this opportunity to scold him for Grandpa, that's the only time he's so good."

"Stop scolding." Little Paint Bucket shook his head, he thought Xin Yuan was good everywhere, so why scold him.

In this way, the little paint bucket acted as a mouthpiece between the grandpa and grandson, allowing them to chat all morning.During the period, the two always quarreled with each other, but the little paint bucket spirit felt the warmth from it.

The relationship between Grandpa and Xin Yuan is really good.

After Grandpa left, the room suddenly became quiet.

Looking at Xin Yuan sitting on the sofa, the little paint bucket spirit actually understood the emotion called loneliness.The little paint bucket spirit approached Xin Yuan, raised his hand and waved, trying to dispel the lonely atmosphere around Xin Yuan.

"Paint bucket fine? You Qitong, let me call you that." Xin Yuan grabbed the little paint bucket fine by the wrist.

"Well, okay." You Qitong is a human name given to him by Xin Yuan, and the little paint bucket spirit likes it very much.

"In the past few days, when you were away, I have been thinking about it," Xin Yuan held You Qitong's wrist, feeling the shallow pulse beating under the warm skin.

"I'm thinking about what liking is, wondering whether I like you or not, and guessing whether you like me or not."

The topic has jumped to a field that the little paint bucket has never touched. Do you like it?

Xin Yuan came around from the sofa, stood next to the little paint bucket spirit, and looked down at him.

The sound of breathing next to his ears made the little paint bucket spirit clearly realize the difference in height between the two.

"Later when you left, I figured it out. When I was struggling with whether you liked me or not, I already liked you."

Xin Yuan also felt that what he said was a bit garrulous. Looking at the little paint bucket's ears that were gradually turning red, he lowered his head and whispered to him: "Actually, I fell in love with you at first sight."

The little paint bucket spirit felt his heart beating fast, and he raised his hands to cover his ears.But the ending of Xin Yuan's words just now had sneaked into his mind and kept running around in his mind.

Seeing the shy look of the little paint bucket spirit, Xin Yuan's face also turned red.Simply because the little paint bucket man lowered his head and couldn't see his blushing, he grabbed the little paint bucket man's hand domineeringly and asked him to listen to his next love words.

Originally, these love stories were written down and intended to be burned to You Qitong, but now that a real person appeared in front of him, how could he not say it.

"Although I am always speechless by your aesthetics, every time..."

"Why is your face so red?" The little paint bucket spirit looked up and found that Xin Yuan's face seemed to be even redder than his own.

There is no way to say this love story!

Xin Yuan, whose bossy persona collapsed, blushed even more.

"You, just say whether you accept it or not."

Xin Yuan wiped his nervous, sweaty hands on the back of the sofa, and then stretched them out to the little paint bucket Jing.

Listening to what Xin Yuan said to her just now, Little Paint Bucket Jing felt very sweet in her heart.I like it. Is it this feeling of being at a loss and with a racing heart?

Is it bad for my health if my heart beats so fast all the time, but I am so happy, my heart beats so fast for the rest of my life, and after agreeing, can I never have to be separated from Xin Yuan?

The little paint bucket man's hands were trembling nervously, but he firmly put his hand into Xin Yuan's.

The moment the little paint bucket fine hand came up, Xin Yuan felt that this feeling was as ecstatic as if he had won the first design competition trophy in his life.

Although this trophy is red and green, in Xin Yuan's eyes, this trophy is so beautiful that it makes people want to kiss them hard.

So the little paint bucket was bitten on the face twice.

The little paint bucket jerk pulled Rahin Yuan's sleeve, "I, I want to hear you continue what you didn't finish just now."

"Ah, um." Xin Yuan clenched the little paint bucket spirit's hand and pulled him to the window, opening the curtains.

Facing the garden, Xin Yuan hugged the little paint bucket spirit around his waist, feeling like the hero of "Titanic". Jing said unfinished love stories.

"Although I am always speechless by your aesthetics, every time I see your eyes, I lose my temper at all."

"When I'm with you, I always have endless inspiration for painting."

"Just thinking of you makes my paintbrush dipped in honey, and the designs I draw are all too sweet."

"I want to wake up to your voice and fall asleep to the smell of you."

"I want to be your model, whether it's ugly or beautiful, I just want to see you draw me."

"Because when you were painting me, you looked at me so intently and seriously that I couldn't help but want to kiss you."

Listening to the love words in his ear, the little paint bucket spirit felt that his ears were so hot that it was not his own at all, and finally he whispered: "Then kiss, I want to kiss you too."

The two exchanged a sweet kiss without opening the window.

The single dog living opposite accidentally saw this scene and angrily closed the curtains of his house.

After confirming the relationship of one person and one bucket, in the morning, the painter will go to Xin Yuan's studio to help him draw the line draft.

Xin Yuan placed a table for him alone in front of the desk, so that he could see him when he raised his eyes, and it was called looking for inspiration.

In the afternoon, Little Paint Bucket will go to the park where he met his grandfather to help others paint for free, but recently he was invited to the orphanage to help the children paint there.

A group of children gather around the small paint bucket and call their elder brother, their mouths are very sweet.

Once when Xin Yuan went to pick him up, the group of children was led by his aunt to call him uncle, and Xin Yuan went home angrily and applied several age-reducing masks.

The little paint bucket man snickered beside him, he knew that Xin Yuan cared a lot about his appearance.

When Xin Yuan took off the mask, the little paint bucket leaned over and secretly kissed Xin Yuan on the face.

"Pooh."

Kissed the essence of the little paint bucket essence and painted the contents back on Uncle Xin Yuan's face.

"You Qitong, what shall we do if I die in the future?" Xin Yuan looked at the white and tender little paint bucket spirit and thought of a sad question, whether all monsters will die.

"When you die, then I will come out of this bucket. At that time, we will both be wandering souls, and then we will dissipate into the world together." The little paint bucket spirit didn't think about such a long-term problem. Can give Xin Yuan such an unromantic answer.

"Okay, tell our children before they die that they will burn us the new fashion products every year. There must also be sports cars."

Xin Yuan didn't want to give up the fragrant, soft, red, green and green paint bucket essence in his arms to others, never!

The author has something to say:

The first chapter is over, sprinkle flowers~

Because I wanted to give a cute short essay at the beginning, and I didn’t think about how to write about the specific relationship between the two, so I ended here~ Bow, finally one is finished.

The next book I want to write is a book, and it will be hypocritical, and I especially like the local boss male supporting role in the book.After transmigrating into the book, I began to crazily flirt with the boss who seemed very difficult to get along with~

This is just an initial preset stalk. It will take about a few days until the outline is finalized to start the pit. See you in the next book!