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

Museum calligraphy involved many things, and finally came to an end for a short time.

To wear books at night, Chen Yici packed all the herbs and bags.

Chen Zhizhi found several cotton clothes in his room and put them on.

Recently, the world has been getting colder and colder. The last time Chen Zhizhi passed through, the strands of his hair were frozen into strands of ice.

Chen Zhizhi wrapped up three cotton clothes in advance, and faced Chen Yici's eyes of "my brother is a fool", he replied confidently:

"You are immune to the buff of the gods, but we are all ordinary people."

Chen Yici was noncommittal, picked up a hoe and went to work in the field.

Chen Zhizhi squatted beside the field ridge to watch Chen Yici watering.

Chen Yici sprinkled the soil he brought back last time and planted a watermelon seed. After a week or two, watermelon seedlings had grown.

It grows really fast.

Chen Yici picked a few watermelons and prepared to take them there for the family to eat, and asked Chen Zhizhi to help them hold them.

Chen Zhizhi, the biggest watermelon in his eyes, knocked professionally:

"I want to eat this!"

Chen Yici glanced at it, and thought that you are very picky:

"That one is for Zuo Zhu."

Chen Zhizhi withdrew his hand like a spring the moment he touched the melon rind:

"It looks delicious."

Forget it, don't dare to make mistakes.

Chen Yici picked apples and pears again, with a few pink strawberries dotted on top, and put them in a basket for Chen Zhizhi to carry.

Chen Zhizhi swallowed, thinking that there should be one of his own strawberries:

"I'll just eat the smaller one."

Chen Yici said:

"Strawberries are all for the left. You can have apples and pears."

Chen Zhizhi: ...

He was aggrieved and took a bite of a pear, talking to himself to hypnotize himself:

"Pears are better than strawberries, pears are better than strawberries, pears are better than strawberries..."

Chen Yici laughed, seeing how pitiful he was, he stuffed a strawberry into his mouth.

Chen Zhizhi swallowed it in one gulp satisfied, without stopping:

"How embarrassing that is."

Chen Yici: ...

The hour hand pointed to eight o'clock, and after the two traveled through time, they found that Chen Zhizhi's clothes were really not in vain.

The two stood on the frozen ground, the ground around Chen Yici melted snow water, and the frozen grass began to revive and sprung up again.

And Chen Zhizhi was shivering from the cold:

"Leng Leng Leng Leng Leng killed me to death."

"I also bid farewell to you, are you cold?"

Chen Yici frowned and looked at the frozen world.

Although the temperature was cold for the few times they passed through, they were not yet frozen.

But now looking around, it has completely become a world of ice and snow.

The surrounding houses, flowers and trees, and even the running water on the ground have been condensed into a large glacier.

His brother has been frozen to the north, south, east and west.

He hurriedly held his brother's hand and gave his brother a sigh of relief.

A burst of warmth surged up from the fingertips, as if thawing, and the hands regained warmth instantly.

Chen Zhizhi flicked his hand that had regained his intuition in surprise.

In the next second, he moved his immobile legs, jumped onto his brother, and hugged the heat source tightly like a koala hugging a tree.

Chen Yici, who was bearing the sudden weight:...

He changed his brother's posture and trudged through the snow with his brother on his back.

His brother happily leaned against Chen Yici's shoulder, swung his legs, and sang loudly:

"Only a younger brother is good in the world, and a brother with a younger brother is like a treasure."

Chen Zhizhi's calligraphy is unique, but when it comes to singing, he is of the same type as Chen Yici, the kind that pollutes the air when the singing comes out.

Chen Yici's ears felt a little dry, and he felt heavier on his body:

"Brother, how many pounds do you have?"

Chen Zhizhi stops being self-absorbed:

"More than 130 catties, what's the matter?"

Chen Yici turned his brother upside down:

"Your voice and you add up to two hundred catties."

Chen Zhizhi: ...

He closes the mic.

When the two arrived home, they found that the other people were in the same condition as Chen Zhizhi, wrapped in quilts and shivering in a few cotton clothes.

Chen Zhizhi hastily walked over without his brother behind his back, to hold the hands of his grandfather and his mother.

3 minute later.

Chen Zhizhi was sitting in the middle of the sofa, with his brother on his back, his left arm was wrapped around his grandfather, and his right arm was around his mother.

The three sighed happily and warmly.

Chen Yici raised his left arm with great effort to light a fire, added some firewood, and after keeping the fire alive, he wanted to pull out his arm.

His mother clasped her arms in vigilance:

"where are you going?"

The person Chen Yici was most worried about was Zuo Zhu. The last time Zuo Zhu was already in a semi-gel state, and considering the current weather conditions, Zuo Zhu's physical condition would not be too optimistic.

Hearing that he was going to see Zuo Zhu, the three koalas shook their heads again and again.

Until Chen:

"Can that be the same? That is the source of the coldness. Even if you were fine before, but now the whole world is frozen, if you get close to him, you will be injured."

His grandfather stroked his beard and pressed Chen Yici tightly:

"I can't go, the world has changed dramatically in the past few days, you just stay here, and do you know the most serious consequences that may be caused by the emotions of the gods?"

Chen Yici frowned: "What?"

Grandpa said, "Time is frozen—"

Halfway through his speech, he fell silent.

Chen Yici asked doubtfully, "Grandfather?"

There was no movement.

Chen Yici poked his grandfather, but there was still no response.

He turned to look at the other two.

The mother opened her mouth wide, and it seemed that she was about to speak, but her brother maintained the posture of reaching out to secretly grab the strawberries on the table, and was frozen in mid-air.

None of them were frozen, so it seemed that it wasn't too cold or the temperature was too low.

He walked out the door and saw the birds sitting in the sky.

Could it really be that time was frozen?

He trekked through mountains and rivers for several hours before reaching the front of the hall.

There was silence all around, no sound.

It looked the same as in the past, but the few fish swimming in the pond had now floated to the surface of the water.

He wandered around in front of the hall without seeing anyone, walked to the bamboo forest behind the hall, caught the sound of the wind, and chased in the direction of the sound of the wind.

In the corner, he saw Zuo Zhu leaning on the bamboo.

Zuo Zhu's body was translucent, and he looked very weak. There were large and small scratches all over his body, but they all looked like old wounds, like wounds that had been repeatedly cut open.

Time is frozen, and he is the only person in this world who can move.

He approached Zuo Zhu and found that he could hold Zuo Zhu.

Zuo Zhu is like a mass of gas that will drift away if you are not careful, without any weight.

Chen Yici carefully held him in his hands, watched him wake up leisurely, and the first thing he said when he woke up was pain.

Zuo Zhu looked up at him, then weakly opened his mouth:

"Walk."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yici felt a utter cold flow through his palms, and then through his body, from the spine all the way down, he was so cold that he was alert.

A cold feeling that he had never felt before flooded his body, and besides, a strong sense of uneasiness enveloped him, and he understood that this was the influence of the god's emotions.

But this time it was obviously more serious than before. He, who had never reacted to the emotions of the gods before, would feel uneasy this time, his emotions would be affected, and he began to feel cold.

Zuo Zhu asked him to put himself down, but he ignored it and hugged the weightless soul in his arms tightly.

Zuo Zhu turned over, his body flowed out from between his fingers like water.

Chen Yici: ...

The chill on his body eased a little.

Chen Yici hurriedly approached him, opened his arms to hug him up again, and the chill returned to his body.

Zuo Zhu turned over again and rolled out again.

The chill became lighter again.

Chen Yici walked over again, and hugged the person back into his arms, carefully like a baby.

Xu was helpless, Zuo Zhu didn't struggle too much this time, but rolled over in his arms a little uncomfortable, his voice was cold and tired:

"Retired?"

Chen Yici nodded, and carefully brushed a few strands of Zuozhu's hair, which became soft in his hands:

"There's nothing to participate in. The competition actually slandered my brother's calligraphy as a chicken pecking at rice. It's so annoying."

Zuo Zhu closed his eyes, felt the long-lost warmth, and subconsciously approached the source of warmth:

"Wait a minute."

Chen Yici is like holding a fragile porcelain doll, turning over just a little bit will break him:

"Wait for what?"

He waited for a long time without waiting for Zuo Zhu's answer. He lowered his head slightly and found that the person had fallen asleep in his arms.

The person in his arms was breathing evenly, with a calm face, and subconsciously grabbed his sleeve.

Chen Yici slowed down his breathing, carefully took out a jar of herbs from his bag, and tried to apply it on Zuo Zhu's body.

He was pleasantly surprised to see that the herbs were being absorbed little by little.

Because of the physical contact, the chill became colder and colder, as if ice balls had penetrated into the bone marrow.

He didn't care about other things, trembling his fingers, then dug a little more, shaking his hands, and wiped it carefully.

The person in his arms frowned and murmured softly, "It hurts..."

Chen Yici gritted his teeth and comforted him: "It's okay, it will be fine soon."

These wounds should be the old wounds of the gods, and every time they recur, the pain is doubled compared to the last attack.

At the very beginning, these wounds were already an unforgettable pain after being torn apart.

He couldn't imagine what it would be like to intensify the pain.

He really wanted to share this severe pain, if not, it was okay to share the chill.

Just as his fingertips were trembling and caressing his skin, the person in his arms suddenly opened his eyes.

Then, the cold palm gently held his fingertips dipped in herbs.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-07-3020:59:28~2021-07-3120:26:02期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: the lemon-flavored M5 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!