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

Chen Yici froze on the spot, and when he regained his composure, there was no one there.

He hurriedly chased him out, turned around but saw no one, suddenly thought of something, and looked up.

Sure enough, a familiar figure sat on the familiar eaves.

Zuo Zhu sat on the eaves, playing the guqin with his fingertips, and the distant jingle sound came from his fingers, like the breeze passing through the forest.

After Chen Yici saw the person, he was just about to step up the stairs to the roof, but within two steps he was blocked by fans chasing him.

The girls held their mobile phones and cameras one after another and surrounded the crowd.

Chen Yici glanced awkwardly at Zuo Yi.

The melodious piano sound flows unaffected, smooth and brisk.

Chen Yici looked away, took the pen and paper from the girl's hand with a little disappointment, and signed her name.

The girl with milk tea hair raised her mobile phone, took a photo with Chen Yici, got close to Chen Yici, and made a scissors hand. After thinking about it, she felt that it was not enough, so she stretched out her hand to make a heart.

Chen Yici smiled cooperatively at the camera.

It was the first time to see such an approachable master, and the fans surrounded Chen Yici one after another, so that he had no chance of escape.

The girl with milk tea hair tilted her head and began to retouch the picture.

As she tilted her head, the hair rope on her head slid down the silky hair and fell to the ground.

She didn't realize it, her attention was on her phone.

Chen Yici lowered his head, found a hair rope on the ground, picked it up for her and handed it to her:

"Here you are, it's dropped."

The girl was taken aback, and just about to take it, her hand paused in mid-air.

She lowered her head unnaturally, and thought carefully, pretending to be natural on purpose, her hands deviated from an angle, and the hand that could directly hold the rubber band was crooked, accidentally touching Chen Yici's hand.

Chen Yici signed the girl's autograph with his right hand, but he didn't pay attention to his left hand at all.

The girl's heart was beating fast, as if it was going to jump out of her chest, just as it was about to touch her skin——

A loud bang.

Chen Yici looked at the sky in surprise.

The girls around hugged their heads to protect themselves, wailing:

"Why is it raining suddenly!"

"Didn't it be sunny just now?" "..."

Chen Yici retracted his outstretched left hand, wiped the girl's right hand, and greeted everyone:

"Hurry up and get into the house to shelter from the rain."

The girl retracted her hand unnaturally, and looked at Chen Yici, but found that Chen Yici did not look at him, but looked up at the roof.

The drizzle hit Zuo Zhu, as if nothing had happened to him, the melody at his fingertips was calm and unaffected.

Chen Yici blinked, not knowing what he was thinking.

The girl learning to play the guitar wanted to ask Chen Yici to go up to shelter from the rain, but saw the corners of Chen Yici's mouth raised.

She felt strange, and raised her eyes curiously to follow his gaze.

A man sat on the eaves and played a piano.

The girl withdrew her eyes thoughtfully, took a deep look at Chen Yici, stopped the companion who wanted to ask Chen Yici to avoid the rain, and went back to the house to hide from the rain.

It didn't take long for the rain to stop.

Because the road is far away, it will be dark if we stay any longer, and the fan group will stay more often. After handing the small gifts they brought to Chen Yici, they all reluctantly said goodbye and left.

Chen Yici opened the presents one by one, and the top ones were bears or small cards, as well as letters.

He read the letter and the small card word by word, then carefully folded them and put them under the piggy bank.

When he got to the last one, he found a heavy mobile phone inside.

Chen Yici was a little surprised, picked up the phone, and found that there was a letter underneath.

It explains in detail how to use the smart phone and the purpose of giving the mobile phone to fans.

Before Chen Yici suffered from not having a smart phone, he carried a Nokia that could only make calls, and basically had zero contact with the outside world.

Chen Yici himself doesn't have much need for outside information, after all, he has been alone in the village for more than ten years, and he doesn't have many places to use his smartphone.

However, fans couldn't help worrying, and they also specially noted how to install Weibo and register an account.

Chen Yici thought it was a bit expensive and couldn't bear it, so he picked it up and wanted to return it to someone, but a note fell out as soon as he picked it up.

"The mobile phone was picked up, and it didn't cost money."

Chen Yici: ...

He reluctantly accepted it, and decided to save money first, and then return the money for the mobile phone to the fans after saving enough.

After turning on the phone, he was about to follow the instructions to register Weibo when his brother walked up to him and looked at Chen Yici's strenuous operation, disgusted:

"I come."

Chen Zhizhi really couldn't see it, took the phone and deftly clicked on the interface, within 3 minutes, Chen Zhizhi handed the phone to Chen Yici.

"Here."

Chen Yici looked at the fancy interface curiously, and what caught his eyes was his refined photo.

Chen Yici asked curiously, "What is this?"

Chen Zhizhi, who has been in this world for less than a month, gave Chen Yici, who has lived in the era of smart phones for 20 years, popular science:

"This is your super chat, it is the gathering place for your fans, and it will post your daily news, photos, short videos and itinerary."

Chen Yici looked up: "My itinerary?"

Chen Zhizhi nodded:

"For a star, today I fly from the radio and TV station to the crew to shoot a program, and tomorrow I fly abroad to participate in an exhibition, and so on."

He thought for a while, and said: "Your itinerary should be that you walk from home to the field, and then from the field to the chicken coop."

Chen Zhizhi: ...

He looked suspiciously at his brother, who is proficient in fan circle culture: "How do you know so clearly?"

Chen Zhizhi, who used to secretly take the money in Chen Yici's piggy bank to go online: ...

He strode away, took his leave and fled:

"I'm sleepy, I'll go to bed first."

After they left, Chen Yici seriously studied his own super chat interface.

There are a lot of posts in Chaohua, all kinds of photos, videos, and confessions, and some words that I don’t understand, such as anti-black websites, resource blogs...

Suddenly, he saw a post marked hot.

The post is a video, which contains a long short essay with real feelings.

In a nutshell, I was very moved when I heard Ci Ci singing today.

The article uses a large piece of text to describe the snowy scene when Cici sang, which is dreamlike and unreal, and a video is also attached.

[Wow, what a beautiful snow scene, if there is no real video, I would think it was fabricated. 】

[nice, the sun and the snow against the backdrop, I have never seen such a strange scene. 】

【Juejuezi, really, I was there too, we were all startled when it snowed. 】

The blogger lady replied below:

"We couldn't believe it at the time. We felt that Cici's house was a very magical place. Not only did it snow, but it also had sun and rain."

"Especially when it was raining. When we were standing at the door looking for words to take pictures, we were caught off guard by the sound of thunder, and then it poured down from the sky."

"His house is really fun."

"But it's better not to go too much and disturb other people's lives, sisters, everyone's heartfelt words have been received."

"Wait, there seems to be something moving in this video."

"It's clothes, it seems to be a person."

"Ah, that's the man who appeared in Director Jiang's video, but the closest we are to him is when we stand under the eaves and watch him play the piano under the eaves."

"A few sisters went after him, but they didn't dare to speak at all after they got there. It's really hard to describe the feeling of that person. His temperament is dusty, as if he doesn't belong here."

"It's hard to talk when you look at it, and you're scared when you look at each other."

"Yes, woo woo, before I saw him: Brother, I can do it, after seeing him: Brother, I'm scared."

Chen Yici smiled.

He clicked on the video and heard his singing voice coming from the video, which showed the snow scene outside the window.

He kept his eyes close to the phone screen, searched for a long time, and finally found someone in the snowy sky.

Zuo Zhui's white clothes are integrated with the background, and you can't see it unless you look carefully in the video, but you can still see the hazy outline of him playing the fife.

Just after Chen Yici finished singing, the fife was also put down, and the person in the video slowly turned his head to meet Chen Yici's gaze off the screen.

The moment they met their gazes, the screen seemed to disappear instantly.

Chen Yici froze for a moment, the phrase "good to hear" lingered in his mind, as if the barrage was playing in an infinite loop.

He shook his head, pushing the words out of his mind.

After thinking about it again, he exited the Chaohua interface, asked his brother to add his own tag, typed a text and sent it to Chaohua on Weibo:

"Thank you for the gifts everyone, I have received them."

He clicked send, thought for a while and thought it was not enough, so he deleted the post and said:

"Thank you all for the gifts, I've received them. [Love] [Love]."

Then go back to the interface and flip through the super chat.

A user named 'Cici when to use a smartphone' posted a Weibo:

[Don't ask for Cici to post Jiugongge, and don't ask for Twelve Palaces, just ask Cici to register a Weibo. 】

Dozens of replies below:

[I just want him to be able to use a smartphone like your ID. 】

[Nine-square grid... I dare not think about it, one-square grid is an extravagant wish for me. 】

【He probably doesn't even understand what Jiugongge means. 】

……

Chen Yici pondered for a moment.

He really didn't understand.

He ran to Chen Zhizhi who was washing the dishes again:

"What is Jiugongge?"

Chen Zhizhi was taken aback by him jumping out:

"It's just taking selfies, taking pictures, and posting as many photos as you want."

Chen Yici resigned and went back.

After the previous Weibo, he took a few more photos and posted them, and he got enough nine photos to post on Weibo:

[Nine Palaces [Love]. 】

After sending out, he put down his cell phone, and was going to find Zuo Zhu, but the person who was on the eaves didn't know where he was at the moment.

He simply distributed all the housework at home to his brother, and he sat on the eaves with his chin propped up, waiting for Zuo Zhu to come back.

On the table are a piano, a flute, and a game of Reversi.

He has seen both the flute and the qin, so his attention is on the Go board.

Black and white are criss-crossed on the chessboard, full of murderous intentions, but Chen Yici has never played Go, and cannot understand it.

Bored, he picked up a black chess piece and played with it in his hand, found a gap, and put the black chess piece casually in the gap.

After watching it for a while, I was ready to pick out the black chess.

He played a delicate game of chess, so don't make trouble for others.

The moment he just picked up the black chess, a hand pressed down on his wrist, and the strong force forced his hand to turn a corner.

The crisp sound of the sunspots colliding with the chessboard.

Heizi fell back to his original position.

Then, a hand with sharp joints came around from behind him, clinging to the white piece, and landed on the board.

As the warm breath approached, Chen Yici was flustered and did not dare to turn his head:

"Where have you been?"

Zuo Zhu didn't answer, walked around him, sat down with his sleeves flying, and said calmly:

"continue."

Chen Yici looked down at the chessboard.

play chess?

Play Go?

The black piece he played just now remained intact on the chessboard, and Zuo Zhu played another white piece.

The next step is to download it yourself.

But the problem is, he won't.

Chen Yici scratched his head:

"I put whatever I want."

Zuo Zhu took a sip of tea, looked down at the tea leaves:

"Just go with your gut."

Chen Yici: ...

Chess is played by intuition, and you can really speak.

He picked up the black chess, not knowing where to play, so he simply found an empty hole to block.

Chen Yici suddenly opened his mouth, remembering his purpose of coming:

"Well, thank you for today."

If Zuo Zhu hadn't come out to save himself who was singing out of tune today, his fans would have run away carrying the train overnight.

The moment he saw Zuo Zhu outside the window, he guessed it was him.

Watching the video later confirmed his thoughts even more.

Zuo Zhu followed him, his face was calm, and he didn't deny:

"Need not."

Chen Yici propped his chin, feeling lucky to survive the catastrophe.

He couldn't imagine what would happen if he sang out of tune this afternoon.

"I thought I didn't care about my singing being out of tune, but I was still nervous when I actually sang."

When he was feeding ducks and chickens before, he never worried that he could not sing well, and he was never timid even singing in front of many people on stage.

Chen Yici dropped a son, and said thoughtfully:

"It turned out that I was also afraid that my singing would not sound good."

Su Bai dropped a finger, and Zuo Zhu calmly said:

"You're not afraid that your singing won't sound good."

"You are afraid that others will be disappointed."

Chen Yici paused in the air with his hands clinging to the black chess.

"You have to live up to their expectations, it's too much for you."

Zuo Zhu raised his head, calmly met Chen Yici's gaze:

"So you are afraid."

Chen Yici opened his mouth to speak, but Zuo Zhu stripped his heart too thoroughly, and didn't know what to say.

He really didn't bear this kind of love.

The idol is too far away for him. Fans who like him travel thousands of miles, and some people learn musical instruments because of him, and there are even tens of thousands of super chats.

For the first 20 years of his life, he lived a free and easy life by himself, and it was the first time that so many people loved him.

He was flattered, but also very uncomfortable.

Moreover, the most essential fear in my heart is that fans only like me to sing well and dance cutely.

When the superficial illusion is pierced, the empty liking will no longer exist.

Chen Yici absent-mindedly placed a chess piece in the corner:

"Yes, idols can bring great power to people, but I can't."

Chen Yici thought, what Zuo Zhu said was right:

"They like me, but I'm afraid of letting them down."

Zuo Zhu looked at a corner of the chessboard, casually placed a white stone, and corrected:

"That's not liking, that's anticipation."

Chen Yici raised his head and looked at Zuo Zhu.

Zuo Zhu looked at Chen Yici calmly, and at the same time, he made a soft, crisp sound:

"People who don't know you at all can't say they like you."

"They just expect you to be who they imagined you to be, that's all."

Chen Yici felt the coolness of the sunspot in his hand.

He stroked the black chess piece and lowered his eyes, thinking, what Zuo Zhu said was right, but such a statement was too calm.

He looked up to the left.

The face of the man in white was as usual, so calm that nothing could be seen.

Zuo Zhu sat in front of Chen Yici, the two of them were separated by a chess table, but Chen Yici felt that it was far away.

He thought, do he understand Zuo Zhu, his over-calmness?

If the fans' feelings for themselves are expectations, then the people's belief in the gods is.

The god has endured tens of thousands of people to worship him as a belief, so will the powerful god also have a little fear that only he knows?

Perhaps there is not much difference between an idol and a god.

Chen Yici lowered his eyes, played with the chess pieces, put the chess pieces back on the board, and played with them.

Zuo Zhu raised his eyes to look at him, and tapped the chessboard lightly with his slender fingers.

Chen Yici who was reminded made a sound, and took a black piece from the chessboard as if waking up from a dream, and blocked one end of the white piece.

Chen Yici looked at the chessboard, his mind drifted, and he played chaotically.

The chessboard was gradually filled with black and white pieces, Chen Yici picked up the black pieces and placed them in a corner.

Zuo Zhu took a look at the chessboard, placed the last piece to the bottom right, and said:

"you win."

Zuo Zhui withdrew his hand from the chessboard and looked at Chen Yici.

Chen Yici sighed, subconsciously went to put away the chessboard, and suddenly raised his head when half received it, only then did he recall what he had heard.

"Who do you think won?"

Zuo Zhu looked up at him, without speaking.

Chen Yici was shocked:

"You said I won? Impossible!"

He turned his head to analyze the chessboard, but lowered his head and remembered that he couldn't understand.

He immediately took out the mobile phone he just got from his pocket: "Wait a minute."

Zuo Bipi tuned the strings, very calm, and couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Chen Yici picked up the phone and took a quick shot of the chessboard:

"You must have lied to me."

He wants to take it down and let his brother analyze it.

Zuo Zhu was noncommittal, watching him bouncing away, and then began to tidy up the chessboard.

Chen Yici jumped down the stairs, took the photo, and showed it to his brother:

"Brother, look, who won this game of Go?"

Chen Zhizhi was chewing Chen Yici's dried cucumber: "Let me see."

Holding the photo on his mobile phone, Chen Zhizhi shook his head to analyze the chessboard, pondered for a long time and opened his mouth.

"What is this..."

Chen Yici hurriedly said: "This is Go."

Chen Zhizhi looked at it from a distance, and referred to the one hundred and eight moves of Go from ancient and modern China and abroad, but he didn't see what kind of move it was.

Not to mention Go, even backgammon doesn't play like this.

He temporarily accepted Chen Yici's "Go" argument, and said euphemistically:

"Then... this black chess game is really bad."

Chen Yici firmly affirmed his brother's opinion:

"Yes! Brother, then look at the white chess, white played well, did white win?"

Chen Zhizhi frowned. He didn't even look at the game of chess. He tilted his head and said after careful consideration:

"White...is as bad as black."

Chen Yici said in surprise:

"How is it possible, take a good look, White is playing very well."

Although it is not clear whether Zuo Zhu can play Go, Chen Yici just believes in Zuo Zhu inexplicably.

And judging from Zuo Zhuzhizi's familiar posture and calm demeanor, it doesn't look like he won't let go.

Chen Yici put his head up impatiently and studied with his brother.

His brother's Go game is considered one in a million, but he really can't see the mystery of this white game.

He gave up, shook his head, took a bite of the cucumber, and was about to explain to Chen Yici:

"You see White has no rules, go down—"

Before he could speak, the phone in his hand suddenly fell to nothing.

Chen Zhizhi looked at his brother who snatched back the phone in surprise:

"what happened?"

Chen Yici clutched the phone to his chest and blinked in panic:

"It's okay, you don't need to read it."

Chen Zhizhi:?

Inexplicably, he stretched out his hand to get the phone: "What's wrong with you, I haven't finished telling you yet."

Chen Yici took two steps back, shaking his head like a frightened deer:

"Don't look at it, I'm sleepy, I, I'm going to sleep."

After speaking, he strode towards his room.

Chen Zhizhi, who was alone with a dried cucumber in his mouth: ...

baffling.

Chen Yici went to the room, turned on the screen that was turned off in a panic, and stared at the photographed chess game on the screen.

On the chess game, the black chess players are chaotic, one on the left and one on the right.

White also played haphazardly.

Chen Yici doesn't understand Go, but he understands the game.

Stretching under the white chess piece, he wrote a few words diagonally at the top.

Then a long and crooked row was laid out, with a few spaces in the middle blocked by black pieces, so it was not easy to recognize, but if you look carefully, you can see that it is a row.

Further down is a stroke and a vertical stroke, and a few words are clicked on the left and right sides of the glance and vertical stroke.

Chen Yici held the mobile phone and pressed it to his chest, the outline of Bai Zi clearly appeared in his mind.

That is a crooked word.

The author has something to say: two chapters in one × 2.

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