[Love and Producer] Black and white matching

Xu Mo hasn't opened Weibo for a while.

It doesn't seem that difficult to deliberately ignore it, on the premise that the other party has no intention of communicating with him.

He sent this ID to Zhou Qiluo, asking him to help check an IP.Xu Mo is one of the few people who knows Zhou Qiluo's other identity - the super hacker Key.

Key's recent comeback has exposed many of the actions of unscrupulous hackers.Thinking of this, Xu Mo couldn't help but smile slightly. He felt that the other party was quite free, and it would be good to find some work for him, and it would be good to take the opportunity to meet him.

It's not that there are talents in this area in the organization, but if this ID is exposed to them, they will inevitably track everything down.Compared with those uncontrollable factors, Xu Mo believed in his evol more.After all, memory doesn't lie.And Zhou Qiluo agreed very simply.

Weekends are the time for Xu Molei to visit the children in the orphanage.This weekend happened to be Christmas Eve, so Xu Mo simply went to the dessert shop to buy some snacks.Although he doesn't like these desserts himself, it's good to see the sweet expressions of those children eating cakes.

With such a mood, Xu Mo walked into the orphanage with snacks.

The leaves of the camphor tree rustled, and a gust of wind blew up a bunch of fallen leaves.

"Professor Xu is here again? The dean is just looking for you." The teachers in the orphanage basically know Xu Mo, and it is different from the polite distance and measured distance he showed in the research institute. In front of the children, Mr. Xu Mo It is with a gentle and warm smile.Both teachers and children here are very close to him.But Xu Mo was relieved that maybe the dean said something, the female teachers here were always polite, even though they would occasionally blush when talking to him. "I'll go see the children first, and then go to the dean." Xu Mo responded with a smile.

"Brother Xu Mo is here!" The little girl was looking sideways at the window, and as soon as she saw him, she rushed out and slammed into his arms.Xu Mo pulled the little girl out helplessly, "Apple is still like this, reckless."

Following the little girl's actions, several little boys also rushed out to welcome him.The little girl said to them proudly: "I knew Brother Xu Mo would come today!" Xu Mo gently scratched her nose.Every child here, Xu Mo can be called by name, and he loves him from the bottom of his heart, but Apple is a small exception.This cute girl has unilaterally declared Chengcheng to be his girlfriend since the first time she met him.Xu Mo doubts whether she understands what a girlfriend is. After all, it is probably out of a child's possessiveness.He took out the snacks in the bag and distributed them, then patted the children's heads lightly. "I'll go and see them first, and then I'll come and play with you."

The children stepped aside obediently, they all knew who Xu Mo was talking about.

Xu Mo slowly walked towards the special classroom for autistic children.

It's noticeably quieter here than other places, even at festivals.Xu Mo tiptoed in and closed the door gently.The children were still busy with their own work, but none of them looked at him.Xu Mo is also used to such an environment.He first walked to Ye Hua who was closest to the door.Ye Hua is nine years old and has typical scholar syndrome. She likes to draw starry sky the most.The starry sky he drew with crayons has the charm of oil painting.Xu Mo took out the pen and paper that he carried with him, and wrote lightly: The lines are smoother than last time, but the color is a bit too heavy and lacks a sense of hierarchy.

After finishing writing, he pushed the note to Ye Hua's hand and left quietly.

Xu Mo's world is only gray and white, starting from the car accident when he was eight years old.The doctor found nothing, and he refused to stay in the hospital for further examination.Not many people around him knew about it, and he didn't care.It's just that if he looks at Ye Hua occasionally, he will feel a little regretful that he can't see such a magnificent starry sky.

He walked to the next girl who was brushing and writing, and also gently wrote a note.These children with autism are always vigilant about contact with the outside world. He is not as close as those ordinary children, and only communicates with pens.Although his evol can help him easily see the memories of these children, one-way communication is meaningless.

After walking around the classroom, Xu Mo straightened his tie before walking towards the dean's office.

The dean was in a daze outside the office, and saw his brows and eyes curved softly. "Xiao Xu is here."

"Yes, what do you need from me?"

"Oh, it's not a big deal." The dean looked at him with a slight smile in his eyes. His eyes contained the wisdom of the years, and they could almost see through Xu Mo's disguise in an instant, but Xu Mo remained calm. looked at him. "Xiao Xu is a local, right? Can you come and see these children during Chinese New Year? They all like you very much."

"It's easy, I was going to see them too." Xu Mo agreed easily.

The dean was obviously very relieved, and said meaningfully: "Then, I will trouble you. I am old, and I don't know how long I can last with this body..."

"You are in good health. You must be able to stay with your child often." Xu Mo politely blocked the other party's words.He didn't like to talk like this, and he didn't think he could take on this burden.

The dean seemed to be aware of his plan, and the dark elf said after a while, "Go and accompany the children, otherwise Apple will have to talk about it for another week."

Xu Mo nodded to him, then turned and left.When he walked away and looked back, the dean was still watching him quietly with a smile.

Little Apple and the others were indeed playing a game, and when they saw Xu Mo, they opened their hands to hug him. "What are you playing?" Xu Mo took her little hand and signed her to the other children.

"I'll guess if you draw it! They're not good at drawing, I'm sure I can guess what Brother Xu Mo draws!" Little Apple held his hand and raised her head to stare proudly at the boys, Xu Mo guessed who she was just now I didn't come out so I couldn't save face. "You guys have fun. I'll be your referee. No one bullies Little Apple." He hadn't touched a paintbrush for 18 years, so he naturally refused.

Little Apple was unhappy, and continued to play with them.

Xu Mo was thoughtful.When it comes to painting, it reminds him of another person.He took out his phone, but didn't do anything.

However, as if there was a tacit understanding, a message suddenly popped up on the phone:

Summer_Ann: Professor Xu, happy holidays~[Picture]

Although he made up his mind not to contact the other party until he received Zhou Qiluo's reply, Xu Mo frowned again at this reminder.

Why is this girl unwilling to talk to him well, but is so obsessed with confessing to him publicly?

Xu Mo still clicked in.

When he clicked in, he froze.

"Brother Xu Mo, who is this? The painting is so beautiful!" Seeing him staring at the phone, Little Apple came over, and there was only pure envy in the question.

But Xu Mo was called back to his senses by her sound, and without saying anything, he patted her head with a smile.

That painting was indeed very good. In the painting, he was walking in the snow wearing a beige windbreaker and a white scarf, holding an apple in his hand.But he had seen the painters of University A before, and what really shocked him was that the painting was in color.

How could it be colored?

He looked over and over again, confirming over and over again.The windbreaker is beige, and the apple is bright red. Yes, this is the first time he has seen color in many years.

Read it twice.Xu Mo pressed the screen to black.

He sensed danger approaching.

On Christmas Eve, Xia Bai stayed alone in the dormitory.The roommate is either still in the library, or she's gone out with her boyfriend.She originally made an appointment with Qi Su to go to church together, but Qi Su called an hour ago and said that her aunt came and had a stomachache.Apart from telling her to drink more boiled water helplessly, Xia Bai could only stay in the dormitory bored.

She can only comfort herself, it's fine if she doesn't go out, after all, the manuscript for next month hasn't been handed in yet, if she doesn't

Who knew that they suddenly heard cheers from downstairs.

Xia Bai opened the door and went out to stand on the balcony, only to find that it was snowing outside.

The first snow on Christmas Eve is naturally a great gift for dating couples, and Xia Bai who stayed in the dormitory could hear the cheers downstairs.Going to university in the south, it is really not easy to see a snow.

There was a thin layer of snow on the balcony, Xia Bai wrote his name with one finger.Seeing only this solitary name in the vast snowy land, I couldn't help but feel a little lonely, so I simply added another Xu Mo next to it, and then linked the two names with a heart shape.

Looking at the two names side by side on the snow, Xia Bai couldn't help laughing himself.

But such childish behavior gave her a little inspiration.Just as no one was disturbing, Xia Bai rushed back to the room, grabbed the digital tablet and started painting Xu Mo.Because she was afraid of ruining her life, she seldom drew Xu Mo on Weibo, and occasionally a few were sketches, but today, she suddenly wanted to draw a color picture.

What does such a person who is always accompanied by black and white wear warm colors and walk in the snow with an apple in his hands?

Origami didn't give her a chance to see it, so she could only realize her own dream.

Perhaps it was the falling snowflakes that night that gave her inspiration, or maybe it was the long-held obsession that finally allowed her to see, this picture was drawn unexpectedly quickly.

After finishing the draft, Xia Bai supported his head and admired the picture for a while, before reluctantly posting it on Weibo, and began to... hurry up the draft.

The days of stuck manuscripts are painful, and the days of stuck manuscripts approaching ddl are almost hopeless.

After dawdling until midnight, Xia Bai dared to take out his phone when his roommates came back.Most of the replies are licking the screen or exaggerating, or... urging the manuscript.Xia Bai was vaguely disappointed that he couldn't find the ID after scanning.She was still self-satisfied and deceived her husband to pay attention to her.

But when she opened the private message, she was taken aback again.A message from Xu Mo lay there quietly: The painting is beautiful, thank you.

The second message is: Merry Christmas.

Although she knew it wasn't that Xu Mo, whether it was the familiar profile picture or the deja vu tone, her fingers trembled a little.Knowing that the other party is a paper man, how could he pour such deep feelings into it?Xia Bai didn't understand either.She took a breath, warmed her cold fingers, and slowly replied:

Merry Christmas.

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