The style of painting is different, but it is better to be strong

"One, two, three chickens..."

"A group of two groups of three groups of ducks..."

Chen Yici hummed a ditty and sprinkled chicken feed on the chickens.

His eyelashes are slightly curled, his skin is porcelain □□, but he is wearing muddy high-top rubber shoes that are out of place, and he is wearing a ragged, patched blue coarse cloth.

The originally obedient flock of chickens and ducks scattered as soon as the boy's singing sounded.

The boy stood up in a good mood, and went to the cow pen again.

He just opened his mouth, and before he started singing, the cows caught a glimpse of his open mouth and ran out of the cattle pen.

Chen Yici is a farmer in the village. Apart from farming, he likes to hum songs.

However, he is quite untalented, and his out-of-key running is one level higher than ordinary people. He can run out of [-] turns when others run out of [-] turns on the mountain road.

His only skill in singing is that he can drive ducks, sheep, and cattle.

No matter what kind of animal, as soon as he heard his voice, he immediately ran three miles away from him.

The neighbors in the village knew this, and often asked him to help catch the ducks, and thanked him sincerely by covering their mentally polluted ears.

After Chen Yici drove the cattle to the slope, he carried the vegetable basket on his back to deliver the vegetables.

A few months ago, a singing and dancing talent show group called "Idol 100%" filmed in the village. The food for the program group was bought in the village, and Chen Yici was responsible for delivering the food.

"Idol 100%" is one of the top variety shows. In the past few seasons, it has produced several first-line stars, and this season has gained a lot of expectations and attention even before it was aired.

Its innovation is that it is broadcast in the form of live broadcast, and the host and players can interact with netizens through barrage.

The live broadcast format is also very bold. In addition to filming the show, the backstage of the trainees and the living materials outside the show are also in the form of live broadcast, and the contestants can also interact with netizens.

After walking to the base of the program group in a few steps, Chen Yici had just put down the strap when he saw a camera shoot up.

He, who had never seen a camera before, was at a loss in front of the behemoth.

Realizing that he seemed to be photographing him, he shyly waved his muddy hand, smiled, showed two cute canine teeth, and greeted the camera.

Director Wang hurried over and scolded the cameraman:

"Why, let you take pictures of players, why are you taking pictures of people outside the field?"

Only then did the cameraman realize that he had photographed the wrong player, so he apologized:

"Sorry, sorry."

He tried to turn the camera around, but it was too late.

Today is the weekend, and it is the time when the show has just started recording and the traffic is the largest. The show fans and the audience have long been squatting on the live broadcast interface, waiting to be fed.

"Wow, where did the program group dig out this fairy player, Yan Gou is crying."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh")), which character is this cosplaying?"

"He has mud dots on his face. I've never seen this kind of makeup... What's it called, mud dot makeup? Wow, there are also mud dots on his hands and legs. It's full-body makeup. It looks so good! Please come up with a makeup look!"

"This back prop is so real. It looks like it's really hand-woven. It should be quite expensive."

The person involved, Chen Yici, was completely out of the situation. He didn't understand the meaning of live broadcast and barrage, and he didn't know that he was stared at by hundreds of millions of people on the Internet.

He picked up the "expensive" shoulder bag that he woven with bamboo strips and cost no more than fifty cents, stood up, took out a large stack of crumpled ten cents, twenty cents, and fifty cents in change, and counted the money for food supplements. Director Wang.

"Wait, if you read correctly, do you have five cents left? Cosplay is so dedicated!"

"The comparison between this delicate doll-like face and a large pile of ten and twenty cents is inexplicably inconsistent."

"The one in front, it's not against the peace, imagine the son of a rich family participating in the transformation plan, is there any picture?"

"Wait, why haven't I seen this contestant before, it's a bit unfamiliar, little brother."

"..."

Just when the density of barrage was the highest and the discussion among netizens was in full swing, Chen Yici picked up the sickle used for chopping pigweed with one hand and said goodbye to Director Chen:

"Director Wang, I'm leaving first. The cow is still on the slope. I'm rushing to graze the cow. I'll deliver the food tomorrow."

The barrage broke out after a short two-second silence.

"...?"

"???"

"The sisters in front made me laugh so hard, she is a vegetable seller in the village! Be sober!"

"Hahahahahahahaha this oolong!"

"It's really not my fault for misunderstanding, I just want to ask a question, why are all the farming brothers in the village like this! What! Good! Look!"

"Brother who herds cattle, don't leave, let's add a WeChat first!"

"Upstairs, it may be a bit difficult. After all, I just glanced at it. My brother is using a Nokia."

"..."

"???"

The density of "?" and "!" on the barrage increased exponentially.

Director Wang stared at the computer screen thoughtfully, then turned to look at Chen Yici.

Chen Yici, who didn't know what happened at all, picked up the empty backpack with one hand and just walked outside when he was suddenly stopped by Director Wang.

Director Wang quietly pulled him to the field sill outside the camera, and asked in a low voice:

"Boy, would you like to come to our show?"

The good looks of this farming guy, pulled out to beat a bunch of traffic niches, are simply the embodiment of ratings.

And the oolong just now is quite popular.

The two were standing outside the practice room, and the contestant's training voice came from the room, either high and penetrating, or low and magnetic.

The singing sound reached Chen Yici's ears, and he sighed in his heart that everyone who can sing is so good, thinking of his own strength, he shook his head and said:

"I can't, I sing out of tune."

Director Wang thought he was trying to shirk:

"What are you afraid of with a sound repairer around?"

Chen Yici didn't want to break Wang Dao's beautiful fantasy, so he said euphemistically:

"The sound repairer may not be able to fix it..."

At this moment, on the field ridge outside, a farmer passed by with a recording specially recorded for catching ducks, and Chen Yici's singing was heard from inside.

Director Wang patted his chest, pointed to Tian Kan, and said confidently:

"As long as it's not this non-human voice, we can fix it for you."

Chen Yici: "..."

Director Wang was persistent and insisted that he come and try, and told Chen Yici to let him sing whatever he wanted, if he was really out of tune, he would sing "Twinkle Twinkle Twinkle Twinkle".

Chen Yici was forced to agree: ...

After watching Director Wang leave, Chen Yici squatted on the ridge of the field, holding his chin to the squatting ducks in the field, thinking that he also loves to sing, and his heart was about to move:

What if?

He tentatively pointed at the ducks:

"How about I sing a few lines first?"

The ducks stared at him for a few seconds in silence.

Then the ducks swayed and fled with their two duckling legs terrified.

One ran too fast and failed to stand still. It fell into the mud all of a sudden, struggled to get up and ran faster.

The melody of a song flashed through Chen Yici's mind, his eyes softened, he cleared his throat devoutly, and began to sing a cappella in low pitch.

After singing two notes, the originally cloudless sky suddenly changed into a clear sky.

Light raindrops fell from the sky, and within two seconds it was cloudy and rainy, and there was rumbling thunder, and heavy rain poured down from the sky.

Chen Yici hurriedly fled back home with the strap on his back, and squatted in the corner of the house to continue practicing unremittingly.

What he wanted to sing was a song he heard in a dream.

He has been having a continuous dream for the past month. There is a song in the dream, which is a softly sung ditty. The sound is like the whisper of a sea monster, with hypnotic loneliness and loneliness.

Accompanied by drizzle and soft petals.

The man who sang this song sits on top of the clouds.

The man's long hair dragged to the ground, his face was covered by mist and he couldn't see clearly, only a pair of gray eyes were half exposed, staring straight ahead with no emotion.

When he sang the high melody, the raindrops evaporated with his singing, the sun rose into the sky, the petals spun fast, and everything bloomed.

When he sang the sad melody, the singing was beautiful, the raindrops fell on the ground, the sky began to thunder, the petals of the flowers were annihilated, and everything withered.

It is not so much a man as a god.

Chen Yici memorized the melody that can control the blooming of everything and the weather.

He sang along thousands of times in his dream, so that he could reproduce it perfectly in his mind.

Chen Yici tried to hum the first few sentences a few times, and the moment the sound came out, the pea seedlings in the field became limp and dwarfed a little.

Chen Yici: ...

Frustrated, he helped Pea Miaomiao up, bowed his head and went back to the house to go to bed. After falling asleep not long after, he had that dream again.

Today's dream is a world of ice and snow, and the gods are sitting high above.

The singing came to the ears, and the sound was clearer than before.

On the top of the deep clouds, the sound seems to have been purified by ice and snow, untainted by dust.

Chen Yici wanted to sing along, but he was afraid that his hoarse and out-of-tune voice would destroy the melody, so he opened and closed his mouth, only silently beating the beat in his heart.

He wanted to hear better, so he took a few steps closer to the god, and finally came to him.

Because of the sticky oily fume on his hands, he was wearing out of place patched clothes, and the trousers were still stained with the soil from transplanting rice seedlings and farming.

He was afraid that the ground would be dirty, so he patted the dirt on his body before sitting on the ground cautiously.

After Chen Yici sat down, a circle of ice water with him as the center melted, breaking a small hole in the frozen ground.

Shenming lowered his eyes to the ground where Chen Yici was sitting, his gray eyes were cold, no emotion could be seen.

But he didn't notice it at all, he was only immersed in the singing of the gods, and thought it sounded good.

A gust of wind blew, and a strand of long hair of the god was blown up and covered his eyes.

Chen Yici stood up, walked in front of the god, and stretched out his hand to brush the unsightly hair for the god.

Just as he stretched out his hand, he found that his hands were still stained with dirt, so he wiped his hands, and used the soft and clean inner side of his cuff to pin his hair behind his ears for the god.

The god turned his head sideways, and his eyes fell on Chen Yici's fingertips.

The whole body of the god was icy cold, as cold as an ice cellar, and there was air in his hair.

The moment Chen Yici brushed his fingers over, the ice that hadn't melted in the end of his hair broke for thousands of years, and melted ice water trickled down.

After fiddling with his hair, Chen Yici took two steps back, one of them didn't pay attention, and knocked his head on the hard ice.

He hissed twice and rubbed his head.

very painful.

Halfway through kneading, he suddenly felt something was wrong——

Wait, can he feel pain in his dreams?

But he was still not sure if it was a dream, so he raised his head, met the god's cold eyes, and made a wrong decision unconsciously.

He boldly stretched out his hand, pinched the god's cheek carefully, and asked in a strange way:

"Does it hurt?"

……

After a pause as oppressively long as a century.

The god had no expression on his face, his eyes were cold, and he lowered his head to look at him.

At this moment-

Boom, a thunderbolt fell from the sky, and the violent storm poured down in an instant.

The author has something to say: Chen Yici: Does it hurt?

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Zuo Zhu is Gongha, the god who is angry after being pulled in the face.

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"After the actor and my brother exchanged souls"

Mo Tingran, actor, top class, graduated from the Department of Mathematics of a prestigious school.

There are few cold words, and there has been no scandal since his debut.

One day, a paparazzi photographed Mo Tingran going in and out with a certain young actor in a hotel, behaving intimately.

On the second day, Mo Tingran, who has always been aloof, was photographed calling the actor "brother" in private.

On the third day, the actor was photographed forcing Mo Tingran to sleep in his arms.

Just when Weibo exploded and fans were psychologically broken, an intimate video of the two in a hotel was leaked.

The lights were flickering and ambiguous. Mo Tingran, who graduated from the Department of Mathematics of a famous school, opened the "Mathematics Textbook for the First Grade of Primary School" and asked a serious question:

"Boss, two plus five equals six, right?"

fan:……?

Paparazzi: ...?

Shen Li, an unknown actor, has a six-year-old brother who is bad at math.

One day, his younger brother and actor Mo Tingran exchanged souls.

So he sneaked into the hotel at night to make up math for his stupid brother;

Taking advantage of Mo Tingran during the day: hugging and holding the indifferent 6-year-old Tuanzi.

One day, Mo Tingran's feet were thumping, his face was red, and he still couldn't reach the script on the table, so he turned to Shen Li for help.

Shen Li rubbed Tuanzi's face, easily picked up the script, and raised his eyebrows:

"Want a script?"

"Call my brother first."

Mo Tingran: ...

one year later.

In the hotel, Shen Li was lying in the bathtub, feeling weak all over, and yelled at the man through gritted teeth:

"You fucking... Hurry up and pick me up!"

The tall man behind him chuckled lightly and lazily said:

"Okay, but you have to—"

"Call my brother first."