stamina

The excitement lasted until 09:30, when He Jinxi began to chase people away.

In her words, she should sleep now on weekdays, otherwise she would not be able to see the sunrise tomorrow morning.

Work usually starts after ten o'clock, everyone who goes to bed at two o'clock in the evening: "..."

He Jinxi is really in good shape, so everyone had fun today.

They were all happy when they left, and it was rare that they didn't drink too much alcohol.

He Jinxi and Zheng Xiao delivered wave after wave of deliveries. Finally, Aunt Su wanted to stay because her home was too far away. The yard next door had already been cleaned up. Zheng Xiao wanted to take Aunt Su there, but was snatched away by Wu Xiumei who came out of the kitchen. live.

"As soon as the two of us passed by, we just happened to chat." Wu Xiumei said to Aunt Su, "They are young people, and they are constantly arguing. Let's be quiet over there, watching TV and listening to dramas."

Aunt Su said she was very happy.

The two went out arm in arm, Zheng Xiao sent it to the door, and when someone entered the next yard, she turned to He Jinxi and asked, "Do you want to close the door?"

"Otherwise?" He Jinxi stood in the middle of the courtyard, the lights made her hair beautifully dressed, "Do you still want to go out for a walk at this point?"

Zheng Xiao laughed, raised her hand and closed the door.

When she turned around, she didn't go towards He Jinxi, she went to the other side and turned off the lights in the yard.

"What are you doing?" He Jinxi asked her muttering, "I can't see the way clearly."

"I'll see it right away." Zheng Xiao made a fuss, and when the lights came back on in the yard, there was a huge screen behind He Jinxi.

The projector hits the white wall like a ghost of a fictional world.

He Jinxi turned around and looked at the shadow.This is a silent animation, and the person in the painting is herself.

She saw these pictures intermittently, this is Zheng Xiao's sketchbook.

Since the relationship between the two of them has eased, Zheng Xiao has been painting her page by page. At the beginning, she was hiding her, but later they became more open and aboveboard when they were together.

She uses her pen and her memory to record He Jinxi's life.

Now that he played it frame by frame, and moved it, He Jinxi felt dazed and unfamiliar.

In fact, how often do people look at themselves from the perspective of a bystander? He Jinxi is always busy judging others, analyzing others, and defeating others. , perhaps much more accurate than myself.

Because at that time, she was not important.

She is not important as herself, she can only allocate a small amount of time and space for herself, and then met Zheng Xiao in this small amount of time, and almost missed her.

The animation time was not too short. He Jinxi was in a trance when his head was touched, but he was still worrying in his heart whether Zheng Xiao's wrist would hurt after drawing so much.

Her wrist is a little bad. If she works for a long time, it will cause tenosynovitis.

The screen skipped to the last frame, which turned out to be today.

It's a huge painting with a lot of people. If you look carefully, you can recognize everyone.

No one is missing, He Jinxi's friendship, love and family relationship have never been as complete as today.

He Jinxi sniffed, and Zheng Xiao hugged her from behind.

She lazily leaned her whole body on He Jinxi, her chin resting on her shoulder: "This is a very small semi-finished product, but I want to show you every year."

He Jinxi: "Others are painting self-portraits and writing autobiographies, but you are better off making wedding clothes for others."

"How could it be someone else?" Zheng Xiao hugged her and shook her, "You are mine."

"I belong to myself," He Jinxi smiled cheerfully, "I like this birthday gift very much, thank you."

"This is not a birthday present." Zheng Xiao straightened up and took her hand, "The gift is in the room."

He Jinxi followed her into the room. In just a few short steps, he felt that many details of the past were connected together and gradually became clear in his mind.

"You've wanted to give me this gift for a long time, haven't you?"

Zheng Xiao: "Yes."

"It's not just a gift for me, it's a gift for you, isn't it?"

Zheng Xiao: "Yes."

"Are you okay?" He Jinxi asked her with bright eyes, and couldn't stop being excited.

Zheng Xiao didn't answer her question, but raised her hand and pushed open the door of the studio.

He Jinxi saw a bunch of puppets.

No, not exactly a doll, exactly.

Because many of the images are out of the human category, such as angel wings, devil horns, furry cat legs, irritable rabbits...

They are all still in the stage of plain models, without makeup, without styling, gray and gray, but He Jinxi can see infinite colors.

Raising a doll, for players, the greatest joy is to dress them up as they want, and create an individual that is unique in this world and belongs only to them.

It can be a dream or a nightmare, it can be with you day and night, or it can be discarded by you.

Standing in the position of the creator, Zheng Xiao once lost this ability, which is a difficult problem that cannot be reasoned by any logic.

He Jinxi still remembered asking Zheng Xiao if she could only copy her.At that time, she was angry, disappointed, and even distressed.

Every artist should not lose his inspiration, just like every human being should not lose the ability to love.

He Jinxi felt happy, a joy that no amount of gifts could match.She didn't have time to look at these dolls carefully, she turned around and jumped into Zheng Xiao's arms, and was held firmly by her.

"You are awesome." He Jinxi praised sincerely.

Zheng Xiao: "I'm awesome."

"You are amazing." He Jinxi was so happy that he could only find these simple and direct words.

Zheng Xiao: "I'm really good."

"I really love you." He Jinxi looked into her eyes, "I hope the whole world loves you as much as I do."

Zheng Xiao: "I don't need..."

He Jinxi covered her mouth: "You need it, I said you need it, you need it."

Zheng Xiao's kiss fell into her palm, her voice was muffled, she looked weak and obedient: "Okay, I need it."

He Jinxi let go, and Zheng Xiao added, "Because the world has you."

"Aren't you wronged? I always love to take care of you."

"No, I beg you to take me over."

Take over my art, my body.

My time, and all my emotions inflated in time.

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Chen Nian knew that Fang Zhizhu was in the talent show variety show on satellite TV. Fang Zhizhu had a nice singing voice and sweet dimples when he smiled. Chen Nian secretly took his mother's mobile phone and sent her many voting text messages.

Both Chen Nian and Fang Zhizhu were only 14 years old that year.

At the age of 24, Chen Nian, as a well-known photographer in China, was invited to shoot Fang Zhizhu's birthday blockbuster. She was excited for a month. On the day of shooting, she broke a camera worth 20 yuan. Fang Zhizhu smiled and said to her that it was okay. , invite her to go to the bedroom to get another one.

It was Chen Nian's first time, she never imagined that she would develop such a relationship with her idol.

In the next six years, Fang Zhizhu climbed to the top of the entertainment circle step by step. She took her lover on the red carpet and announced her coming out to the world.

The flashlight illuminated the night like day, and Chen Nian held Fang Zhizhu's hand tightly, feeling that all the luck in the world had descended on her.

That night, they received the grand prize and took a flight of more than ten hours to return home.

In the early twilight, Fang Zhizhu was standing on the balcony on the top floor wearing the most beautiful gauze dress, and said to Chen Nian with a smile, "Nian Nian, I'm sorry."

She repeated "I'm sorry" over and over again, as gentle as a butterfly that just broke out of its cocoon, and then she jumped up, and a bloody flower bloomed.

At the age of 30, Fang Zhizhu's life was frozen forever, and she tore Chen Nian's heart to pieces.

For the next ten years, Chen Nian recalled Fang Zhizhu's every word and every expression every day, she thought, maybe one second later, just one second, she could save her.

The best girl in the whole world.

Then, Chen Nian was reborn. This year, she was only seven years old, and Fang Zhizhu in the children's welfare home was also seven years old...