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

After Chen Yici finished his meal, he walked around the world again.

The melting snow dripped from the branches, and the snow cracked when stepped on the ground.

Everything I saw around me returned to normal.

After walking for several hours, he returned to the main hall.

The hall was empty, and when I approached, I found an old man standing in the middle.

Chen Yici said hello.

The old man nodded and continued to clean the petals on the ground.

Zuo Zhu had disappeared from the world for several days, but the expression on the old man's face remained the same, and he didn't intend to ask Chen Yici.

Chen Yici took the initiative to tell the old man that Zuo Zhu was at his home now.

Fearing that the old man would be worried about Zuo Zhu, Chen Yici reported Zuo Zhu's physical condition:

"The injury hasn't recurred in the past few days since he got there."

After learning about Zuo Zhu's wound condition that may recur at any time, Chen Yici would ask the old man Zuo Zhu's physical condition every now and then, and exchange information about Zuo Zhu's recent illness.

Chen Yici reported a lot. The old man looked normal and didn't seem too worried. After Chen Yici finished speaking, he asked:

"It's been so long since you traveled here, do you feel any discomfort in your body?"

Chen Yici was stunned for a moment, then shook his head truthfully:

"No, what's wrong?"

The old man looked at him, and there was a little more impenetrable meaning in his eyes:

"It's okay, I'll just ask."

Chen Yici always felt that there was a deep meaning behind this question, but the old man just shook his head and continued to sweep the floor.

On the way back, he asked the system. The system might be sleeping, but there was no answer.

He wore it back with doubts, but when he returned home, he almost didn't recognize his home.

Zuo Zhu didn't lie to him, and sure enough, he brought in everything except what he couldn't move, the Guqin table and the vase, which made the small farmyard look a bit quaint.

Other than that, the home has been refreshed to an incredible degree.

But when Chen Yi resigned to feed the chickens and ducks, he still felt a little nervous when he walked to the chicken coop.

There were more people in the family, so he entrusted a group of uneasy chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep to Zuo Zhu, and asked Zuo Zhu to take a look at it.

But Zuo Zhu belongs to the person who doesn't even care about taking care of himself, let alone expecting him to spare some extra patience to take care of small animals.

He walked up to the chicken coop with the confusion of chickens and ducks.

The trough of the chicken coop is not like the corn grains and feed that were spilled all over the ground in the past. Today's trough is clean, and there is no trace of spillage around it.

Chen Yici was surprised:

Has Zuo Zhu cleaned the chicken coop?

No way?

However, when he sprinkled the chicken feed, on weekdays you pecked me and I pecked you, wishing to line up the chickens that were pecked to death obediently.

Then, under Chen Yici's gaze, they lined up to eat gracefully like elementary school students queuing up for a meal.

Chen Yici: ...

During the feeding process, a chicken accidentally spilled feed on the edge of the trough. The chicken quickly turned around, twisted its buttocks, wiped the edge of the trough with its feathers, and wiped it clean like a table.

After the chickens finished eating, they went back in line and squatted obediently in a row, each occupying a pit, piled up the weeds on their respective haystacks, and then squinted their eyes to sleep.

Chen Yici, who was holding a broom and was about to clean the chicken coop: ...

He went to look at the duck house again, and it was exactly the same.

At this moment, he heard a familiar mooing sound, and the family's cattle and sheep entered the courtyard through the gate.

Just when Chen Yici thought that the cattle and sheep ran out accidentally, and hurriedly wanted to bring the cattle and a few sheep back, the cattle and sheep walked towards the pen by themselves, pushed the door of the pen with their buttocks, and closed the door by themselves to enter the pen. All in one go.

Chen Yici: ...

Zuo Zhu came out of the house, passed by Chen Yici who was holding a broom, and took a look around the chicken, duck, cattle and sheep pen.

When the chickens felt the approach of Zuo Zhu's breath, their chicken legs couldn't help shaking, their wings fluttered a few times uneasily, they clucked softly, and squatted obediently into a ball.

Chen Yici: ...

His worries were superfluous.

Although Zuo Zhu will never be able to feed chickens, ducks and herd cattle and sheep, he can let the chickens clean the coop by themselves, and the cattle and sheep tend themselves.

He felt relieved, put down the broom, went into the house, took the medicine kit, and came out to clean Zuo Zhu's wound.

He took off the gauze from last time, dipped it in some alcohol to disinfect it, and asked Zuo Zhu what he had eaten for the past two days.

Zuo Zhu stared at Chen Yici's lowered head, and calmly said:

"I didn't eat."

Chen Yici raised his head sharply: "Aren't you afraid of fainting?"

I haven't eaten for two days. Although I know that gods are different from ordinary people, after all, I have just taken a few hundred milliliters of blood, and I have not eaten for several days. How can my body bear it.

Zuo Zhu's body was cold, and he felt warm fingertips touching the pulse of his wrist. He said absent-mindedly:

"Not hungry."

Chen Yici frowned.

The old man said that the gods really do not eat.

Before he appeared, he gathered the essence of the sun and the moon, drank dew and ate flower petals.

Maybe not.

But as an ordinary person who eats normally, he is still quite worried.

He lowered his head helplessly, and gently wiped the wound:

"Then tell me when you're hungry, and I'll cook for you."

Just when he thought Zuo Zhu would not answer, he heard a voice above his head:

"What dish?"

Chen Yici carefully wrapped the gauze on him, and said casually:

"Fry carrots, don't you like carrots?"

Zuo Zhu nodded calmly, thought for a while and said:

"I'm hungry."

……

Chen Yici: ...

He raised his head expressionlessly, changed the menu and asked:

"Where's the fried white radish?"

Zuo Zhu hated eating white radish, he remembered.

As expected, Zuo Zhu withdrew his hand indifferently, propped his head and flipped through the pages of the book:

"You go to work, I'm not hungry."

Chen Yici: ...

Schrödinger's hunger?

He put it back in the medicine box, went to the vegetable garden to pick two carrots, and went to make fried carrots for Zuo Schrödinger.

After a busy day, it was already night, so Chen Yici specially made porridge, which was light.

When he was done, he found that there was no one in the house again.

There was a guqin sound from outside the house, cool and melodious.

Chen Yici was distracted by hearing it, and it took a while to react, and hurriedly walked outside the house with the porridge.

Sure enough, the sound of the piano came down from the eaves.

Zuo Zhu sat on the eaves, looked down and couldn't see his expression clearly, only his dancing fingertips could be seen, the moonlight slipped down his hair, and the side face cast a lonely shadow.

Chen Yici stood under the eaves with the porridge in his hand, and only after he finished playing the song did he regain his senses.

He was stirring the porridge, and wanted to deliver the porridge for fear that the porridge would get cold, and he didn't want to spoil the mood, so he wanted to listen to it again.

Just as he was struggling, Zuo Zhu above the eaves suddenly raised his eyes and looked at him and said softly:

"Come up."

Chen Yici nodded blankly, took the porridge and carrots, and climbed up the stairs from the house to the eaves.

He quietly watched Zuo Zhu eat, and at the same time told Zuo Zhu what he saw when he went back, so that Zuo Zhu could rest assured.

"By the way, the old man asked me if I was healthy. It was so strange. I always felt that he was hiding something from me."

Zuo Zhu took a mouthful of porridge, chewed it carefully, but did not answer, Chen Yici went on talking on his own:

"He asked me once before, and I didn't pay attention at that time. I asked the system again, and the system didn't answer."

Chen Yici turned around and asked:

"After crossing, is there any problem with my body?"

Left to push the green onion off the carrot, without raising his eyes:

"I don't know."

Chen Yici mumbled, and planned to ask the system another day.

He sat on the eaves, looked at Zuo Zhu who was close at hand, suddenly remembered something, and sat a little further away silently.

The ability to read minds should be related to the distance between two people sitting.

There was a guqin gap between the two of them, so he felt at ease, watching Zuo Zhu drink porridge slowly.

He wandered around the world, and came back to cook a meal. He was really sleepy, and his eyelids drooped as he watched.

Feeling a little cold in a daze, curled up.

He felt a piece of clothes fall on him, subconsciously grasped the corner of the clothes, felt a little itchy, and rubbed against the corners of the clothes.

A burst of eyes fell on the sleeping man.

The sleeping person gently tightened the corner of Zuo Zhu's clothes, like tightening a doll.

Zuo Zhu cast an indifferent glance, and after a while, gently pulled out the corner of his clothes.

Immediately afterwards, he held Chen Yici's wrist with his backhand, gently scratched the scarred wound on his hand, and blood flowed out.

Then, warm, slightly viscous red blood dripped gently on Chen Yici's palm.

After a while, the blood was absorbed and the blood stains disappeared.

The author has something to say: enter v in the next chapter, enter v in the third update, leave a message and send a red envelope, thank you little angels for your support!Meme Chirp~

--------

Quiet Mimi replays the pre-received copy again, spreading flowers~

"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."

----------

感谢在2021-08-0616:44:51~2021-08-0718:54:44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: lemon-flavored M5 bottle; ZACK 2 bottles; 41975607, fattening always forget to read, silly batch who can't draw, 1 bottle of online hammer brother;

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