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

Chen Yici was stunned, and lowered his head to look at Zuo Zhu.

Zuo Zhu closed his eyes, without any movement or expression.

Feeling the trembling of his fingertips, Chen Yici held his hand to comfort him.

Although there was not much temperature left on his body, he still held his hand and placed it on his stomach, like coaxing a child:

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."

He sang softly in his ear, holding his fingertips with his left hand, and applying medicine to the wound with a gentle movement of his right hand:

"twinkle Twinkle Little Star."

"The sky is full of little stars."

The singing voice flowed out, although it was not very pleasant, it was much more pleasant than before.

If the last variety show was a one-time out-of-tune, if it happened like that by accident, then the effect should not be continuous.

But he was singing at home during this time, and found that his singing voice was much better than before, and some simple songs were not out of tune.

He still didn't believe it, so he grabbed chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep from home, and sang a song in front of them.

As a result, the ducks "quacked" as if nothing had happened, and the cows and sheep mooed to the sky, completely unresponsive.

So his singing is really better than before.

Reminiscent of the last dance, he danced a sexy dance so that everyone called it cute, maybe it was not an accident, it was indeed because my level had improved, or my comprehension had increased.

But why?

Obviously it was the throat that had been burned by the fire, and the limbs that naturally needed to be rehabilitated.

He went to ask the system, but the system remained silent, as if hiding some secret.

He withdrew his mind and concentrated on singing to Zuo Zhu, in order to distract Zuo Zhu's attention and make him less painful.

The surroundings were frozen and extremely quiet, so only Chen Yici's singing was scattered in the air.

Chen Yici tried his best not to lose his tune, and he pronounced his words very seriously, as if he was reciting a poem, or like a primary school student learning language.

At the end of singing, all the songs in the meeting were sung, and he remembered the song he first heard Zuo Zhu hum in his dream.

Before I opened my mouth, I thought I could memorize some tunes, but after I opened my mouth, I found that I ran out of the [-]th bend of the mountain road, and I didn't get a single word in tune.

Sure enough, it is still not capable enough.

When he was about to switch to another song, a song came from his arms.

The voice was very weak, as if it came from the distant seabed, and it was like a breeze that could melt ice and snow, singing the familiar melody.

Just one sentence, Chen Yici was a little dumbfounded.

It wasn't until he came to his senses that he began to be surprised.

A word he sang was not in tune, but he could still hear it.

After such a long time, he finally heard this song again, and he subconsciously said:

"It sounds good."

Zuo Zhu glanced at Chen Yici, and faintly repeated the lyrics just now.

Chen Yici didn't respond, he was intoxicated by the singing, repeating Zuo Zhu's singing in his mind:

"It sounds so good."

Zuo Zhui glanced at Chen Yici blankly, and repeated it again.

After singing, his eyes fell on Chen Yici.

Chen Yici looked back at Zuo Zhu with adoring eyes:

"It's really nice to hear."

Left by: ...

After a few seconds.

As if waking up from a dream, Chen Yici hastily followed Zuo Zhu and repeated it.

So she was teaching him how to sing...

Zuo Zhu lowered his eyes after finally being understood, and taught the next sentence.

Chen Yici repeated it again, the tune was very simple, neither too low nor too high, but he always sang out of tune.

Zuo Zhu patiently repeated it over and over again, but Chen Yici was a little anxious, the more he sang, the more out of tune he became, the more anxious he became, the more out of tune he became.

Just when he was about to speak again, Zuo Zhu stopped him:

"Just sing like that."

Chen Yici's heart sank.

Zuo Zhu looked at him, came over for a while before opening his mouth:

"Good to hear."

Chen Yici choked up:

"But I'm... out of tune."

How can it be nice to be out of tune?

Zuo Zhu closed his eyes, the cold made him subconsciously lean towards the heat source, and he spoke with some weak strength:

"It sounds good."

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and breathed evenly, as if falling asleep.

Chen Yici's mind was full of those two repeated sentences with a weak voice.

He kept moving his hands, and sang a few lines by accident, only to wrinkle into a ball with his ugly face.

Does it sound good?

After a while, those two nice sentences played in his mind again, his hand that wiped the medicine paused, and he sang it twice again by accident.

It seems... ok.

After wiping, he turned the person around, took out a large padded jacket from the bag he brought, and tried to put it on Zuo Zhu, who was in a soul state.

He hugged the person for a while now, and felt that Zuo Zhu seemed to have begun to slowly condense into a solid body, although it was easy to disperse and not very stable.

He was wearing a bright red padded jacket with red peonies on the outside and green leaves in the background, which looked festive and bright.

Zuo Zhu glanced at the clothes, shook his head, and turned over.

The clothes fell to the ground.

Chen Yici asked suspiciously, "Aren't you wearing it?"

Zuo Zhu moved his eyes away, as if looking at them more would pollute his eyes, he said succinctly:

"ugly."

Chen Yici: ...

Chen Yici persisted in picking up the clothes, and patted the dirt on them: "Put it on, otherwise you will freeze to death."

Left by lazily closing the eyelids:

"Then freeze to death."

Chen Yici: ...

The person he met last time who "needs warmth but not demeanor" was his elder brother.

These two can make a family.

He was about to put it away when a voice came from his arms:

"you wear."

Chen Yici's condition was not much better than Zuo Zhu's, and the two of them were frozen in half.

Chen Yici tremblingly picked it up and wanted to put it on, thinking that if he was a little warmer, it would mean that both of them could be warmer.

The big red flowered jacket came into view. The bright red and green colors that were pleasing to the eye before suddenly felt very dazzling.

He remembered that when he bought this dress at the market, the stall owner who "sold the price of iron cabbage jumped from the building" promoted the dress to him as "the latest fashion model", and told him what it smelled like. Diho's models are wearing it when they walk the show.

Do trends change so quickly?

Thinking of Zuo Zhu's expression of disdain for this dress just now, he hesitated for the first time facing the big flowered jacket since he never cared whether the style was good or not, and decided to put it on despite his cruelty.

After he put it on, he couldn't help lowering his head and looking around.

It would be nice if the color of this flower was lighter, and the petals are too big, so it would be better to replace it with a petite flower. He saw that the wind chimes in the Zuozhu Hall were pretty good.

The green is indeed a bit too green, the red is also a bit too red, the white is so good, the white robe that Zuo Zhu is wearing is a good color.

Really ugly.

He was thinking wildly, when he grabbed the collar of his clothes and continued to look at him, Zuo Zhu closed his eyes and said lightly:

"stop looking."

"The clothes are ugly, but you are not ugly."

Chen Yici withdrew his hand weakly, even though Zuo Zhu said so, he still felt that he was not wearing a piece of clothing, but a cannonball.

Zuo Zhu sighed and rubbed the space between his brows:

"Not shells."

Chen Yici almost jumped up, and said in horror:

"You can read minds?!"

Zuo Zhu quickly denied:

"will not."

Chen Yici looked at Zuo Zhu suspiciously, but he didn't believe it.

He closed his eyes and meditated on the same sentence in his mind.

After 3 minutes.

Zuo Zhu slowly opened his eyes and said:

"No cursing."

Chen Yici, who had repeated it in his heart for 3 minutes, jumped up, grabbed Zuo Zhu's braid, like catching a student in the class who was doing tricks, and said excitedly:

"You have heard me call you a pig, and you still say you can't!"

He thought about it, pretending to be justified:

"I didn't call you a pig in front of you, I just said you were a pig in my heart! I'm not calling you a curse!"

Zuo Zhu suddenly felt less pain in his body, and he felt that his soul was about to be scattered by the noise.

Since the gods created this world, there was only him in the hall except him for the old man, and the two basically didn't speak a word a day, and they were always extremely quiet.

Once Chen Yici came here, he could talk to himself every day, from how many seeds he planted in his field to the shape of each seedling in the field, and describe everything to him in detail.

It was very lively, but he would not be used to it when Chen Yici left, and then he remembered the Miaomiao Chen Yici said, and boredly followed the appearance of his house and the appearance of the land Miaomiao that Chen Yici had described to him. Add your own imagination to draw Chen Yici's home.

After painting, I continue to be bored.

He looked at the sky and said:

"Occasionally."

He could read everyone's heart, and he did.

But only the voices of those affected by his emotions can be read.

Chen Yici is a person who is completely unaffected by his emotions, and he had no idea what Chen Yici was thinking before.

Only today, Chen Yici was affected by his emotions, so he could read it.

Chen Yici couldn't believe it:

"Then I said in my heart that you look good...you, you know that too?"

Oh my God, every time he sees Zuo Zhu, he will perform the praise ceremony in his heart, from his clothes to his hair, every single thing is missing, even the petals falling around him feel looser than other places incense.

After a moment of silence.

Zuo Zhu nodded slowly:

"of course."

Chen Yici thought it was over, it was over:

"What else do you know?"

Zuo Zhu stared at Chen Yici for two seconds, then casually threw a hook and waited leisurely for the fish to take the bait:

"You scolded me."

Chen Yici hurriedly defended, and blurted out in a panic:

"Then how could it be scolding! During the few days on the ice, I just thought that your teaching was too strict."

Put a person on the ice for a day, and the ice will shatter with a little movement, and a person lying on the ice faces the entire vast ocean.

Can this kind of thing be done by humans?

Oh, he forgot, Zuo Zhu is not a human being.

Zuo Zhu is a god.

True God.

……

Chen Yici retorted unconvinced: "Besides, why didn't you mention it when I praised you for being great?"

Zuo Zhu moved his left hand, looked at the bloody wound on it, suddenly felt that the pain was not so severe, smiled and said:

"I forgot."

He turned his head and looked at Chen Yici lazily, with a lazy and cold voice:

"Praise it again to hear it?"

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-07-3120:26:02~2021-08-0119:08:32期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of blue whales under the stars;

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