Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

The city of Hangzhou has a high degree of tolerance for ACG culture. The specific manifestations include but are not limited to that you are dressed in strange clothes on the road and you are just being looked at by passers-by. There are always large, medium and small public or private groups throughout the year. Comic show cospy.

So when I really made up my mind to look for it, I didn't bother much, and found the nearest one easily.

After more than a year, I opened the unfamiliar wardrobe again, and I fell into a long silence in front of the compartment dedicated to storing peripheral clothes.

Uchiwa fans, Uchiwa fans and Uchiwa fans.

...Yeah, I'm still an Uchiha chef.

——The unfaithful Uchiha chef, after all, like most people, I only like the beautiful Uchiha superficially.

I turned my head with a guilty conscience, looked at the Uchiha Tendan poster on the blank wall beside the bed, and wiped off the cold sweat that didn't exist.

In another sense, it's a good thing that Flying Thunder God's Mark didn't work.

If someone, so-and-so and so-and-so sees this, I will definitely die and leave this world on the spot.

I don't have much choice, I pick and choose, first exclude the ones with faces printed on them, and then exclude the ones with people printed on them...

In this way, only the simple short T of the family emblem is left.

OK, that's it.

It's a good thing to wear cooler clothes in summer.

I set off in peace of mind wearing the same short-sleeved shorts as my normal clothes.

Before leaving, I fully considered the possibility that I would not be able to pass the subway with a sharp weapon, so I took a taxi very wisely.

A modern life where you don’t need to use your legs to travel far, and you don’t need to ask to know the way, ah, it’s so beautiful that tears come to my eyes.

God knows how I, a road idiot, was forcefully forced into a living map.

While waiting for the bus, I took out my mobile phone very naturally, and instinctively opened the Big Eyes software with my fingers, like a hungry melon that fell into the vast melon field. It was so delicious.

——Look, isn't this a good recovery?

I really don't know where the two roommates said the problem is.

I stepped into the gate of the comic exhibition with unconvinced doubts.

This year's unknown comic exhibition is doing quite well.

Hanfu jk and Lolita will never be absent, and Jiansaner, who can form an offensive and defensive team, will never fall behind every game.

There will always be people sticking to the long-standing old shows, and there must be fresh blood injected into the new shows every year.

However, some characters have been added a little too much.

For example, this is the third ex-cadre I have seen on a hot day who is wearing a coffee-colored windbreaker and barely wraps himself in bandages. Scissorhands, the struggling monk brother looked around, as if he was asking for help, but was dragged away without success.

Well, this year's sand sculpture netizens have never let me down.

It seems that I just put on a round fan and short T and go out. I seem to be perfunctory.

I gave up wandering less than half an hour after entering the door, and sat in front of a kind person who offered to share my booth, self-reflecting with a little guilt.

Sensing the breath of someone leaning this way, I drooped my head without raising my head: "The store manager is going to the toilet. If you want to buy something, look at the price and scan the QR code, or wait for the store manager to come back."

I'm just a rubbish seat.

"Excuse me~"

It turned out to be Chinese-style Japanese, with a strange Sichuan-style accent, but it was indeed Japanese. I realized that this was a dedicated coser, and I looked up cooperatively out of respect for the achievements of the other party's labor.

He looks like a teenager, with a white shirt and black pants, black hair, blue colored contact lenses, and the red three-stroke command spell on the back of his hand is pretty docile.

Wow, it is a highly restored Guda Junye.

I got excited and switched the language to say: "Good day."

The person in front of him must have really worked hard, and his spoken English is not bad, "I'm here to find the lost doctor of Gary."

He showed a shy smile, and the degree of reduction was obviously higher.

"Pink hair, white and green clothes, a weak looking man who wants to be punched, and a fool who yells about strawberry cake, have you ever seen him?"

I didn't check for a while, and suddenly felt a big knife pierced my chest.

Mistake, this person is here to deliver the knife.

Damn it, I've been A for so long and still get stabbed.

"No..." I switched expressions in a second, and quietly said, "I suggest you go find the time machine in person."

Who would have thought that the person in front of me seemed to have swallowed a sharper blade, and responded to my counterattack completely without pain or itching, even his eyes lit up, and he switched languages ​​skillfully, and a mouthful of Sichuan-style Mandarin came to his face, "It really is my colleague Sa— —”

"Oh." Unmoved, I interrupted his output accurately, looked at the hot sweat on his forehead, and half of his shirt was wet, and moved aside sympathetically, and kindly suggested, "You Do you want to sit down and let the air dry?"

Hearing this, he didn't talk about the old days anymore, he sprinted in and sat down, "Thank you so much!"

"When I see Miss Sister, she has the temperament to save the world!"

He cheerfully switched the language again. Obviously, he had practiced this sentence many times and was extremely proficient: "My name is Fujimaru Tachika, I am from Chaldea, and I am currently on a wonderful vacation!"

Familiar with Japanese, I have developed a conditional launch: "I am Senju——"

Wait, I suddenly realized that I should play Uchiha now, so I changed my words: "No, call me Uchiha..."

I'm stuck, what's it called, Uchiha Hana?

It always feels weird.

The little brother in front of me was also stunned, and murmured: "You also made a personal design for yourself?"

"Uchiha who changed his surname after marrying into Senju?" He said to himself, and then he didn't know what to imagine, with a suspicious smile, he quickly covered his nose with one hand and gave a firm thumb with the other, "Nice, sister! "

"Not necessarily." At this time, another lady with purple hair squatted in front of the booth, pushing her glasses with one hand, and said seriously, "Senior, look at the smile of the lady, it's almost a thousand-handed concentration, which Uchiha Can you raise such a cub?"

"It's more like Senju who married Uchiha." She said and covered her nose.

"A thousand hands?"

"Uchiha is more like it?"

The two looked at each other, and I seemed to see the special effects of sparks and lightning coming out of the middle.

Seeing that the car of the human rescue team was about to overturn, I raised my hand tremblingly: "Well, I'm actually single?"

"It's not important," the little purple-haired girl looked around, carefully placed the large shield in her hand on the ground, sat cross-legged facing the steering wheel of the small electric fan, and relaxed as if taking off her character mask. Tone, "Emma is too heavy."

"Mash, Mash," the people on the side reminded in a low voice anxiously, "the image—"

"..." The irritable Northeast old girl's face twisted for a second, she reluctantly sat upright, and said in a low voice, "So why can't I think about coming to cos school girl!"

"Yeah, why?" I looked at the red-haired man in a black suit, black hat, and whizzing by in front of me, "That seems to be the third Chuya-kun, right?"

"Yeah, little stray dogs and mantras are very popular recently," Guda Jun, who propped his chin and pushed himself in front of the electric fan, echoed casually, "Look at the one next to him who is playing the erhu with the Grand Duke, as if his legs were sawn off White hair."

I looked in the direction of his fingers, and sure enough, a certain short white hair with a high degree of restoration except for height was wearing sunglasses and a new long white hair partner who was passionately singing.

"Hmm..." I listened for a while, then commented subconsciously. "Is it pulling well?"

"After all, it's that man." Another girl who obviously understands it sighs. "I don't know OOC at all, envy."

"The quality of this year's cosplayers is so high," Mr. Guda, who inexplicably felt an unnecessary sense of crisis, sat upright slowly, put on a character mask, and said seriously, "We can't show weakness, Mash!"

"Leave it to me, senior!" The girl who immediately entered the state responded positively, lifted the corner of the shield with both hands, and pulled out a... big speaker from the inside?

With an ominous premonition, I watched her press the switch with a grandiose and tragic expression——

[Looking for a guardian, pink hair, high ponytail, love to eat strawberry cake, wearing green overalls and white coat when lost——]

The piercing sound of the cheap loudspeaker once overwhelmed the sound of the erhu next door, attracting the attention of a group of people.

Several people were dumbfounded with a smile, and then the smiles gradually disappeared, holding their phones ready to move.

I, whose smile was also fading away, just happened to look up at this moment, and the eyes of one person and a group of people met in the air.

"..."

"..."

Nothing happened.

I looked away nonchalantly, a little idly.

So why do I have to come to Comic Con to find the difference?

"Yeah!" The two energetic people on both sides clapped briskly across me.

Mr. Guda: "Sure enough, sitting next to Miss Sister is the right thing to do,"

Junior girl: "It's a wonderful feeling to throw a knife without being surrounded by crowds."

"Fujimaru-kun." I smiled.

Mr. Guda trembled all over, vigilant: "Yes, there is murderous intent!"

"...the temperament to save the world?" I took over the loudspeaker friendly, turned off the phone, raised the big shield, and stuffed it in.

After thinking about it, adhering to the spirit of helping others, he lifted the shield blocking the way and put it in the corner.

Also casually turned upside down.

It turned out that the materials used by the old girl are very honest, and the shield is not light, which can be called the conscience of the industry, and it is a perfect cosplay.

These days, there are not many cos schoolgirls who have come up with a full set.

After placing the shield with inexplicable respect, I turned around and found two people who could make their debut and play sketches together, whispering together.

"Ju, Juli!"

"Sure enough, it's Qianshou."

"Nonsense, Uchiha looks more likely like that."

"...What are you guys doing?"

Turn around quickly, and sit down obediently: "We are discussing who your cosplayer is——"

"Can't you see it?" I tugged at the hem of my clothes and showed them the Tuanfan clan emblem on the back.

Could it be that my three major migrant workers are so bleak?

The two nodded and shook their heads.

A second later, the two looked at each other, shaking their heads and nodding.

"..."

——Why are these two so interesting.

I held back my expression and watched how they played.

The girl seemed to be the strong side of this group. After some eye contact that I didn't know about, she spoke first, "The main reason is that the cosplay of Miss Sister is too realistic."

"Although we don't know who your cosplayer is." The boy agreed tacitly, and I caught the corner of the girl's eyes twitching sharply.

"But that—" the girl tried to be tactful.

"—I lost your aura within three days." But the boy obviously didn't give her a chance.

So the boy was beaten.

"Did you fall within three days?" I vaguely touched the edge of the truth I was looking for.

"It's that kind of feeling that the back is chilly from a long distance, and it's very cool in summer!" As she said, the girl leaned towards me physically.

"—It's also very easy to get weak legs." Mr. Guda, who couldn't control his mouth and wanted to interrupt, was physically silenced.

"Hold on to this kid's nonsense." The girl who held back her fist reservedly smiled shyly at me, "My junior is a bit silly, just laugh at me."

I looked at Guda-kun who was shut up with a half-smile.

The boy with a strong desire to survive immediately raised his hand and spoke positively again: "I'm not talking nonsense. When I saw you from a distance, I thought you and 'Fujimaru Tachika' were the same kind of people."

"Otherwise I wouldn't dare to come here with such a strong aura." The boy who seemed to know a lot showed curiosity in his eyes: "Miss Sister, have you practiced some martial arts, breathing or something? I know a little theory , I feel that your breath is very stable."

"Just two words, rest assured!" The girl who didn't understand very well applauded vigorously.

I blinked my eyes and understood.

No wonder no one approached me along the way and gave way to me, no wonder the group of people who were just about to move around didn't come around.

I thought everyone was of good quality.

I finally got a clue, and I stroked back my disobedient bangs that ran to my eyes, and laughed a little.

I have been in the state of preparation for too long, and I forgot to relax.

Thinking I figured out what the problem was, I started to fix it with confidence.

Adjust the state first, no matter what, now is not the time to face the enemy at any time.

The prohibition that expands unconsciously is retracted under my intentional control.

Well, the mentality has stabilized, and the next step is to lower the alert level.

perfect.

And finally the breath...

I paused and found that this may not be possible.

The body is used to squeezing the lungs for long breaths.

I scratched my still disobedient hair, feeling the long airflow exhaled from the corner of my mouth as I spoke, tentatively: "What now?"

"It turned out to be you!" The two said in unison:

"Hash Lama—"

"Narudo—"

The two people who were not in a tacit understanding looked at each other again, and after a secret fight, they said again:

"Thousand hands—"

"Brother Purgatory!"

Oh, there is no tacit understanding.

I put my hands on my chest and watched the short girl poke the head of the tall boy violently.

"Is there a tacit understanding? Let's talk about the Huo movie studio, why is Brother Purgatory coming out?"

Cooperating with the boy who bent over obediently and was squeezed, he also looked confused, "Excuse me?"

The appearance is too doggy, and I couldn't bear it for a while: "...It's actually true."

My breathing form has too many shadows of Mr. Purgatory.

It can be seen that this little brother's intuition is quite accurate.

...It may also be that the experience is too extensive, and the nerd attribute is too strong.

Pulling back the thinking of running far, I met two pairs of eyes full of curiosity.

After all, it was thanks to them that I got to the crux of the matter. In order to express my gratitude, I tilted my head and said in a serious manner:

"Hey, the one I showed you just now is one look, so another... the real Uchiha look, do you want to see it?"

"Oh oh oh—is it coming!" Mr. Gu Da suddenly became excited, "Who is it!"

"Think and think!" The school girl who was also extremely excited took off the glasses that blocked part of her vision, "Come on!"

"Please!"