Fake is true

Mu Zhou didn't dare to disturb Yan Fangsheng, squatted for a while and was bumped by the excited God of Wealth, and Mu Zhou got up with his numb legs.

"Hush." ​​Mu Zhou pointed his index finger at God of Wealth.

How could the God of Wealth understand this, and immediately performed a set of jumping exercises for Mu Zhou.

Mu Zhou had the opposite effect, and was speechless immediately.

Maybe it was because the beating was too intense, or it could be something else. When Mu Zhou looked at Yan Fangsheng with a sad face, he found that he was already awake, and his eyelids were lowered wearily.

"Brother, go to sleep in the house." Mu Zhou took advantage of the time when he woke up and didn't worry about the noise anymore, and quickly started to clean up the messy paint on the floor.

"Did you finish the painting?" Yan Fang asked.

"Well, I just finished drawing." Mu Zhou nodded.

"Sorry, I was too sleepy just now." Yan Fang said in a voice.

"It's because I didn't think about it." Mu Zhou shook off the paint on the brush, and took the paper to soak up the water. "I should find another time to paint."

"Show me." Yan Fangsheng sat up, stretched out his hand as his fatigue subsided.

Mu Zhou grasped the part that was not stained with paint and stood up the artificial limb to reveal the pattern.

"eagle?"

"Well," Mu Zhou explained his starting point for drawing the eagle, "leg injuries will not affect the eagle's flight."

Yan Fangsheng raised the artificial limb in front of him, looked at it for a while, and said calmly: "It will actually affect it."

"Ah?" Mu Zhou was dumbfounded.

"Birds take off by kicking the ground with their legs. Smaller birds may be able to take off with lame legs, but eagles are too big." Yan Fangsheng explained patiently.

Mu Zhou became anxious when he heard the words, and reached out to snatch the prosthetic limb, "Then I'll wash it and repaint it."

His hand was blocked by Yan Fangsheng, and he asked, "What do you draw again?"

"Anything is fine," Mu Zhou said angrily, like a child, "Anyway, I don't want an eagle."

"Don't change it." Yan Fang smiled, "I like eagles."

"But..." Mu Zhou felt aggrieved, complaining that he didn't have Baidu to check the information beforehand, "Then there is no meaning."

He thought very well at the beginning, and put a lot of effort into the painting. Although a painting doesn't represent anything, when Mu Zhou knew that his thinking point was wrong from the beginning, he couldn't accept it.

If it weren't for the sustenance and implication hidden in the eagle, Mu Zhou would not have painted an eagle soaring with its wings.

"It doesn't matter if there is no meaning." Yan Fangsheng continued: "The painting is very good."

"Cough,...really?" Mu Zhou pursed his lips, moistening his dry lips with his tongue.

"Excellent." Yan Fang said.

Mu Zhou couldn't help showing a smile, he lowered his head and stretched his hands behind his back, his lips raised to push the apple muscles, even though he lowered his head to cover Yan Fangsheng's eyes, he smiled clearly.

Children really don't know how to hide their emotions. They are happy when they are happy, and they are unhappy when they are unhappy.

From the smile on his lips, Yan Fangsheng saw the fluffy top of the hair, the Adam's apple rolled gently, looked away to look at the prosthesis, and asked Mu Zhou: "Is the paint thick?"

"Huh?" Mu Zhou recovered from the excitement of being praised, "It's not thick, I painted it very thin."

"That will be done soon." Yan Fang said in a loud voice.

"It should be enough to leave it overnight." Mu Zhou suddenly remembered something, and asked in surprise: "Acrylic shouldn't fall off easily after it dries, right? It feels like the fabric will fall off quickly when rubbed."

"Acrylic is not easy to drop."

Coupled with the relationship of thin coating, it is not easy to be rubbed.

"Oh." Mu Zhou's heart fell back into his stomach.

"If you are still worried, wait for it to dry and apply a layer of varnish or glue on it."

"Can it be reinforced?"

Yan Fangsheng gave a serious look, and replied seriously: "According to the logic, yes."

"What if it doesn't make sense?"

"If it doesn't make sense, just put it up and don't wear it."

Mu Zhou was happy, his eyes arched in a smile.

"Go to sleep." Yan Fang said seriously, putting down the artificial limb and standing on the ground.

"Well," Mu Zhou turned his head to look, and said, "I'll push the wheelchair over for you first."

"Thank you."

Mu Zhou hurriedly replied, "No thanks."

Pushing the wheelchair to the living room, he helped Yan Fangsheng sit in the wheelchair, and he steered himself back to the bedroom. Mu Zhou went upstairs but he still didn't feel sleepy. Today's energy seems to be too strong.

Turn on the phone, the message of the four-person group on WeChat has already reached 99+, Mu Zhou clicks in, and the message automatically scrolls up to the position of the history record.

But they talked too much meaninglessly, especially the swearing between Chen Dong and Jiang Xin, which felt like it couldn’t be covered by 99+, at least it was 999+ after a while, Mu Zhou was tired from brushing, so he quit the group chat to the chat box.

Except for the small group of four, there was no extra information to find Mu Zhou. Mu Zhou looked at the few chat boxes on the page, and his gaze fell back to the "minor guardian".

Pointing his finger in, Mu Zhou began to scroll through the few chats he had with Yan Fangsheng from bottom to top, and before flipping through a few times, the chat history reached the top.

Mu Zhou swiped a few more times without giving up, and there were not one or two more things on the interface.

Giving up on his childish behavior, Mu Zhou stopped competing. He clicked on the screen to exit, but unexpectedly, he clicked on Yan Fangsheng's profile picture. Once he entered, Mu Zhou saw that the photo under Yan Fangsheng's profile picture had been updated.

Before he had time to get excited, his hand was more excited than his brain, and when he slipped, the phone flipped and hit Mu Zhou's face.

"Hiss..." Mu Zhou was hit so hard that his brain went blank, and he clutched the back of his nose in pain.

Caught off guard, the physical tears oozed out uncontrollably, Mu Zhou turned around and pressed his head against the pillow, and covered his nose with his palm for a long time before he got better.

Suppressing the tears quickly, Mu Zhou sat up and changed to a safe position to look at his phone.

The phone screen jumped back to the chat interface because of the action just now. Mu Zhou opened Yan Fangsheng's avatar and sneaked into the circle of friends. No one saw his actions, but he panicked like a thief.

After confirming that it wasn't a mistake or a system failure, Yan Fangsheng just posted a real message on Moments, with a picture he took of the eagle spreading its wings on the prosthetic limb.

Guardians of Minors: Children's masterpiece【Picture.jpg】

Mu Zhou covered his face and laughed secretly, and later realized that Yan Fangsheng definitely couldn't hear his own voice, so he let go of his hands and laughed twice.

Pretending to casually give a thumbs up, Mu Zhou took a screenshot.

After taking the screenshot, I felt that this behavior was really weird, so I opened the photo album and deleted the screenshot.

Unexpectedly, when the phone screen flicked, a message popped up.

Mu Zhou clicked on it, and it was Yan Fang's voice.

Minor Guardian: sleep.

A boat: All right bro.

Bao Muzhou didn't panic when he was caught, he tapped his fingers on the keyboard, and after typing a few sentences back and forth, he felt that it was inappropriate, so he typed a sentence and sent it out.

A Ship: Brother, your photos are so beautiful!

Just close your eyes and praise.

Anyway, it would have been nice.

Guardians of minors: good-looking paintings are good-looking when photographed

Yan Fangsheng responded with a compliment.

a boat: hey

A Ship: Teletubbies Dancing.jpg

Minor Guardian: Teletubbies Dancing.jpg

Minor Guardian: Asleep

A boat: Good!Good night brother!

Minor Guardians: Good Dreams.

A boat: Teletubbies cover the quilt.jpg

Minor guardian: Teletubbies cover the quilt.jpg

Mu Zhou smiled sourly, and took a screenshot of a complete long picture. This time, he opened the photo album and did not delete it, but created a private photo album and put it alone.

After much deliberation, Mu Zhou changed the name of the private album to "Learning Materials".

Unexpectedly, extreme joy turned into sadness. When Mu Zhou got up to wash his face the next day, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. The root of his nose hurt when he touched it. When he looked in the mirror, Mu Zhou realized that the root of the mountain was bruised, which was very conspicuous on his face.

It feels a little swollen to the touch.

When Mu Zhou went downstairs, the nanny and aunt had prepared the meal, and Yan Fangsheng was still playing the morning news on his iPad. He was in a wheelchair and hadn't put on his prosthesis.

Mu Zhou covered his nose and sat opposite Yan Fangsheng.

"Brother, morning."

"Morning." Yan Fangsheng raised his eyes and moved his chopsticks, and stopped when he touched Mu Zhou's stiff movements.

"What's wrong with your nose?" Yan Fang asked.

"It's nothing." Mu Zhou searched upstairs for a long time for the Band-Aid, but he couldn't find it. He was so afraid that he was facing Yan Fangsheng now.

Yan Fang said forcefully, "Put your hands down and let me see."

Mu Zhou couldn't help but slowly moved his hand away, revealing bruises.

"Bumped into it?" Yan Fang frowned.

"Yeah." Mu Zhou really didn't want to confess truthfully.

So stupid.

Thinking about getting confused, he nodded.

"The medicine box is next to the TV cabinet." Yan Fangsheng said.

The aunt brought a plate of pumpkin pie to the table, turned Mu Zhou's face sideways, and said "Ouch", "I'll get it for you."

"No auntie." Mu Zhou stood up and was pushed down by her.

"Sit down and eat first."

Walking quickly to the TV cabinet, the aunt took out the medicine box, took safflower oil and a band-aid from it, and the aunt came back quickly.

"I'll bring you a mirror, you can wipe it against it, and you have to rub it to activate the blood! Auntie's hands don't matter, you have to do it yourself."

Putting the safflower oil and the Band-Aid in front of Mu Zhou, Mu Zhou nodded.

After the mirror was brought, Mu Zhou wiped it a few times indiscriminately, and the base of his nose hurt when he pressed it, let alone rubbed it open. Seeing that his aunt Zhang Luo’s kitchen was not looking after her, Mu Zhou tore off the Band-Aid and tried to cover the wound, but heard Yan Fang said, "Come here."

Mu Zhou blinked, got up and walked over.

"Squat down a little."

Mu Zhou squatted halfway.

Yan Fangsheng wiped his hands, took the safflower oil in front of him across the table, opened the lid and poured it on the palm of his hand.Sensing his intentions, Mu Zhou immediately had the desire to run away, but just as he had the idea to stand up, Yan Fangsheng's thumb dipped in safflower oil pressed against the bruised base of his nose.

"Ah...!" Mu Zhou called softly.

Yan Fangsheng used his hands hard, rubbing the piece a few times and it became hot. Mu Zhou was afraid of pain, and kept falling back his head.

Pressing Mu Zhou's shoulder so that no one could move, Yan Fang said softly, "It will be fine in a while."

"I don't want to rub my brother." Mu Zhou is really sensitive to pain, and the tears can't be held back for a moment, and the smell of safflower oil is harsh, it's hard not to cry.

But it was too irritating to make him cry in front of Yan Fangsheng, a man would not cry casually.

In his heart, Mu Zhou felt that Yan Fangsheng looked down on him like this, so he pushed harder. When Yan Fangsheng stopped, Mu Zhou still didn't hold back, and the excessive tears slid out from his eyelids. Mu Zhou quickly lowered his head, not daring to let Yan Fangsheng stop. Seeing this, he quickly wiped his face with his sleeve.

Seeing that the child refused to look up for a long time, Yan Fangsheng patted him on the shoulder.

"It still hurts?"

Mu Zhou shook his head.

"lift it up."

Mu Zhou still shook his head.

"Stop kneading."

Mu Zhou paused for a few seconds, then raised his face.

The red marks at the corners of the eyes are obvious, and the eyes seem to be covered with a layer of fog.

"Safflower oil is too smoky." Mu Zhou tried to regain some face.

"En." Yan Fang nodded his head.

His eyes flicked around Mu Zhou's face, strange emotions surged, and Yan Fang sounded like he casually put the towel on the table to wipe his hands on his lap, and tore off the Band-Aid to help Mu Zhou stick it.

"Will it be ugly?" Mu Zhou's eyes were red.

Yan Fangsheng shook his head, "Not ugly."