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

After coming down from the eaves at night, Chen Yici went to bed and had the same dream over and over again.

I dreamed that I was chasing Zuo Zhu, and just about to get closer, Zuo Zhu suddenly teleported to a place far away from him.

Then he continued to chase, and when he was about to catch up, the person in front of him disappeared again.

After chasing and chasing all night, he seemed to have been running all night. Anyway, he woke up the next morning feeling very tired.

He woke up at six o'clock in the morning, and everyone was still asleep according to this schedule.

But when he mixed the feed and opened the door to go to the chicken coop, he saw Zuo Bi sitting in the courtyard.

He yawned and looked at the still dark sky:

"Why are you here?"

Zuo Zhu got up very early today, and sitting in the courtyard early in the morning, Chen Yici felt a little abnormal.

Left to speak calmly:

"Just sit down."

Chen Yici shook his head, his tiredness made him not think too much, he drove the duck out and prepared to release the duck.

The ducks quacked and ran around, and as soon as they got out of the duck house, they were as excited as projectiles.

It took Chen Yi a lot of effort to drive the two ducks to the right path with a long bamboo pole.

The other ducks ran loose, completely out of control, just as he was about to change to a longer bamboo pole.

Sitting on the left side of the courtyard, she casually glanced at the ducks.

The flock of ducks, which were ejected like cannonballs, stopped quacking immediately, and then lined up in an orderly line behind the two ducks in the next second.

Without Chen Yici's instructions, a group of ducks went out by themselves like queuing up for an outing.

Chen Yici holding a bamboo pole: ...

He felt like a fool.

The idiot Chen Yici went to cook.

After eating, he practiced acoustic songs as usual. After all, he lacked basic skills, so he had to make up for it as soon as possible.

He was practicing the score with his mother, and he felt awkward no matter how he sang it, but the sound was right, but he always felt that the mood was wrong.

His mother asked him to ask Zuo Zhu with the score.

The creator has a unique interpretation of the work. Outsiders may not be able to capture the emotion, inspiration, and creative impulse at that time, but the creator must know it.

His mother followed him, watching Zuo Zhu from the side.

Chen Yici took the score and asked Zuo Zhu, pointing to a sentence:

"Zuo Zhu, hum this melody."

Zuo Zhu lowered his head and glanced, didn't say anything, just chanted in a low voice.

He sang from the very beginning, and the soothing melody spread slowly.

Chen Yici lowered his head and listened attentively. After listening to it for a while, he seemed to realize something. He slowly pulled away from the immersed emotions, and said to himself:

"I understand."

He cleared his throat and began to hum in a low voice.

When I sang the part that got stuck before, my voice didn't cooperate with the brain that I understood, and I still sang very flat.

Chen Yici lowered his head, like a rabbit with drooping ears, drawing circles on the stuck section on the paper.

Xu is that this posture is too cute, Zuo Zhu said softly:

"Take it easy."

The eyeballs of Lan Xiaoling who was sitting next to him were about to pop out.

She watched the god sing it himself, not to mention, and comforted his son in a low voice?

The ambiguous affection between these two people can overflow.

It's worth it.

She coughed, stood up, and said to his son:

"Cici, let's go, let's continue practicing."

After being comforted by Zuo Zhu, Chen Yici felt that maybe he was too impatient.

He planned to listen to Zuo Zhu sing a few more times, shook his head and said:

"Mom, I'll think about it by myself, you go to rest."

His mother:……

Lan Xiaoling laughed in embarrassment, sat down earnestly, and vowed to pull his son away:

"I heard that you sang better than before."

Chen Yici was skeptical, but also a little happy:

"really?"

Lan Xiaoling nodded:

"Let's go, Mom has already found the problem. I'll help you find out the problem first. I'll teach you a few times, and then you practice a few times. I'll listen."

Chen Yici sighed, and nodded in a daze. Just as his butt was about to get up, he heard a calm voice behind him.

"Just practice here."

Lan Xiaoling's heart paused, and the moment she met the man's gaze, a sense of panic surged up.

Zuo Zhu gave Lan Xiaoling a gentle and harmless smile, and said some words of discussion, but his tone was uncompromising:

"Why don't I teach him, and I will teach him word by word."

Chen Yici said in surprise, "Really?"

That's great, he was afraid of disturbing Zuo Zhu before, so he never came to Zuo Zhu.

In fact, there are many places where he wants to come and ask.

He nodded, "Thank you so much." Turning his head to his mother, he said, "Mom, then go back first, with Zuo Zhu here, he will definitely be able to teach you well, so you can rest assured."

Zuo Zhu glanced at him, but then his eyes fell on Lan Xiaoling with a faint smile.

Lan Xiaoling's heart tightened, such a smile made her almost overwhelmed.

She remembered one thing.

There used to be a prisoner who was violent and vicious. He burned, killed and looted at will in the world. He would not stop until the tip of the knife saw blood. Killing people was like eating meat. Everyone regarded him as a deranged lunatic.

Until the man was escorted to Zuo Zhu.

Zuo Zhu was reading a book at the time, and when he saw the person coming, he didn't do anything. He raised his eyelids and glanced at the prisoner who was full of foul language, then smiled slightly.

Then the prisoner seemed to be muted, and suddenly knelt down with a plop.

Then the original crazy prisoner, as if he was out of control, trembled and said all the crimes he had committed, how many people he killed, how he died, and why.

So there was more to say later.

No one can lie before the gods.

Lan Xiaoling left from the roof in a daze, only to realize that her heart ached after she slowed down.

He watched helplessly as his son fell into the trap of the gods step by step, trapped like a little sheep, but she was helpless.

For some reason, she suddenly thought of an inappropriate sentence, full of desolation.

The son who is married off, the water that is thrown out.

Chen Yici didn't realize it, and happily listened to Zuo Yiyi teaching him word by word.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but Zuo Zhu seemed to be in a good mood, and his voice was much lighter than usual.

He listened intently to Zuo Zhu's singing, and inadvertently raised his eyes to look at the sky, and the moment he saw the sky, he was stunned in surprise.

The weather has been bad for the past few days. Although it hasn't rained, the sky is very dark, and there is a tendency of wind and rain.

But just now, the originally gloomy sky revealed a little light.

There was a silent guess in his heart, and he looked to the left.

Zuo Zhu sang a few words in a low voice from time to time, his voice rising slightly.

Chen Yici put down the numbered notation in his hand, opened the curtains completely, and lay down by the window to look outside.

There was a little light outside, and he stared closely at the dark clouds, slowly seeing them move away.

Then, the sky gradually spread, and the surroundings seemed to heat up.

The faint sunlight shone on the vegetable leaves in the vegetable garden. Although it was not violent, it also made people feel warm.

Zuo Zhu's bad mood can affect the weather and make the sky cloudy, but it never has a positive effect.

When he sang before, the most he could do was blow a petal, but this was the first time he could make the weather clear.

Chen Yici didn't know for a while whether it was the effect of emotion or the buff of singing.

What about emotions?

He turned his head and asked Zuo Zhu:

"How are you feeling?"

Zuo Zhu's eyes fell on him, and after a while he said:

"good."

Chen Yici said in surprise:

"You said, is it because you are in a good mood that the sky cleared up?"

In fact, this is in line with common sense.

He had thought before that Zuo Zhu's emotions could affect the weather, and logically it should be positive and negative, bad emotions can affect bad weather, and when he is in a good mood, it should make the weather clear.

But I don't know if Zuo Zhu is not in a good mood at all, or if he doesn't have this effect, the weather in the world is getting worse and worse.

He is more inclined to Zuozhu and has been in a bad mood.

But if it turns out that Zuo Zhu's good mood can make the world better, then the country on the verge of collapse will have a chance.

The left is limited by this world, and the role of emotions will be magnified in the real world.

The slight skylight in this world, in another world, is a clear and scorching sun.

Chen Yici put the numbered musical notation aside, and decided to conduct an experiment to control variables.

He stopped singing for now, and asked Zuo Zhu:

"what do you want to eat?"

Zuo Zhu opened his mouth and hugged the names of several dishes, Chen Yici wrote them down one by one, then ran to the kitchen to tinker with them, and quickly brought out a few dishes, and handed a pair of chopsticks to Zuo Zhu:

"Did you try it?"

Zuo Zhu took the chopsticks and ate.

While eating Chen Yici, he raised his eyes and looked outside the door.

The sky is still shinier, not worse, but not noticeably warmer either.

Like maintaining the status quo.

Chen Yici rested his chin in thought:

They are all Zuo Zhu's favorite dishes, but they have no obvious effect on improving his mood.

... Could it be that I was thinking wrong?

He sighed, hung his head and took away the few dishes Zuo Zhu ate.

He took the bowl and chopsticks from Zuo Zhu's hand, and accidentally touched Zuo Zhu's palm lightly when he took it.

Warm fingertips meet cold palms.

Zuo Zhu raised his eyes slightly, and his movements froze for a moment.

Chen Yici put away the bowl and went out. The moment he brushed past the window, he missed the sun that suddenly brightened outside the window.

For the past few days, Chen Yici has been thinking about what went wrong.

He always felt that his direction was right, could it be that Zuo Zhu's favorite food had changed?

It's hard.

He intends to try other dishes another day.

When it was almost ten o'clock in the evening, Chen Yici had just finished practicing and was about to go to bed. When he took it out to have a look before going to bed, Zuo Zhu suddenly called him:

"have time?"

Zuo Yi has not been at home all day, and this will appear suddenly.

Chen Yici looked at his watch, restrained his sleepiness and yawned, nodded: "I'm free, what's the matter?"

Zuo said succinctly: "Sit down."

Chen Yici hummed, agreed, and was about to step up the stairs to the eaves when he was suddenly pulled back by Zuo Zhu.

Chen Yici: ...?

After half an hour.

On the rooftop of a 32-story building in City A.

The wind on the top floor seemed to want no money, and it slapped the two people's faces.

The white clothes were blown up, and Zuo Zhu was filled with a sense of independence from the world, standing upright like a pine tree.

Chen Yici wrapped his clothes tightly, sneezed several times, and shrank into a little squirrel.

Zuo Zhu dragged the man into the city.

A corner of the fluttering cloud-patterned white robe floated in front of him.

Chen Yici subconsciously wanted to pull up his sleeve to wipe his nose.

Zuo Zhu suddenly turned around and gave him a cool look.

Chen Yici: ...

He laughed dryly, stroked the cloud patterns carefully, and exaggeratedly praised:

"This pattern is really beautiful."

He rubbed the tip of his red nose, and walked to Zuo Zhu, wanting to hug him for warmth, but when he touched his cool skin, he realized that the other party was colder than himself.

He found a corner of the rooftop, and when he sat down, he tugged at the left corner of his clothes, which was long and independent from the rest of the world:

"Sit down."

Sit down on the left.

The scenery in the city is very different from that in the village. In one place, the tall buildings stand tall and the lights are feasting, and in the other place, the lights are turned off at [-] o'clock at night, and they fall into a peaceful sleep.

One looks like a teenager, energetic and rebellious, and the other looks like a healthy middle-aged and elderly person.

But whether it is a high-rise building or a small rural building, it is full of lively people.

Looking at the distance from the left, he opened his mouth:

"It's different from my world."

Chen Yici turned his head: "Indeed."

The world created by Zuo Zhu is more like a fairy tale world than a living crowd.

Beautiful, dreamy, without suffering and disaster.

Except for the impact of Zuo Zhu's bad mood on the environment, everything in that world is quite beautiful.

Especially the soil of rapidly growing plants that Chen Yici covets.

Zuo Zhu thought for a while: "It's beautiful, but it feels unreal."

When he was a child, he had been in a nearly closed environment, and the only contact with the outside world was the old man.

The old man told him about the landscape outside and the world in fairy tales.

He has never really seen the outside world. When he grows up and creates the world, he can only imagine the world based on the fairy tales he heard and lacking.

After he really came to reality, he found that the real world was completely different.

Chen Yici looked into the distance:

"Yeah, it's not true."

"But isn't beauty enough?"

He turned his head to look to the left, and said seriously.

The simple words of the system have been lingering in my mind during that time.

Countless displaced souls have been reborn and reincarnated in Zuo Zhu's world.

This is the best world, unreal, but enough.

Chen Yici looked up at the sky, looked at the sky full of stars and thought that tomorrow should be sunny:

"When I read fairy tales when I was young, I always wanted to go to the world in fairy tales. I didn't expect that my childhood dreams would come true when I grow up."

When he was a child, there was a corner of the orphanage where books were placed. The resources in the orphanage were scarce, and there were only a few crumpled fairy tales. He fell asleep on the fairy tale books every day.

Especially after his vocal cords were burned, the pain was so painful that he couldn't sleep every day. He put the fairy tale book on his chest at night, imagining that he could enter a perfect fairy tale, and the pain was less.

Chen Yici turned his head to look at Zuo Zhu, his voice was not loud but clear:

"Moreover, such a beautiful world is created by beautiful people."

Zuo Zhu looked at Chen Yici, and after a long while, he turned his gaze to the distance.

Chen Yici felt sleepy in a daze, for some reason, he felt that he was not as cold as before.

Even though Zuo Zhu's body was as cold as ice, he subconsciously moved to Zuo Zhu's side, reached out and touched Zuo Zhu's waist:

"Why are you still so cold, have you posted the warm baby I gave you?"

Zuo Zhu lowered his head, but there was a trace of turmoil in his usually calm eyes, and he spoke steadily:

"No."

Chen Yici groaned, as usual, he wanted to stretch out his hand to warm him, but he felt awkward when he stretched halfway.

When I didn't have that kind of thought at the beginning, I felt that touching the left side was not much different from touching a piece of cold ice.

Now that I have it, if I get any closer to this piece of ice, I will be scalded to the point of burns.

He stretched halfway and retracted.

No...it's still too cold, I have to keep him warm.

He reached out again.

Is it too obvious...

He reached back again.

Chen Yici looked at the blue sky speechlessly, looked at his own hands and said:

Are you acting cramp?

His heart broke, like a strong man going to die, he stretched out and circled Zuo Zhu, not daring to raise his head, trying to hide his guilty conscience, so he lowered his head.

But the fluttering fairy skirt Zuo Zhu wore today was too fluffy, and Chen Yici was too low, so she directly stuck into Zuo Zhu's arms, and buried her head in his clothes.

Chen Yici wanted to get up, but his face was already blushing. Afraid of being seen, he had no choice but to bury him in his clothes.

The faint fragrance of bamboo leaves spread into the nasal cavity, bringing a bit of coolness.

He turned his face to the side, buried his red ears, and asked if he had nothing to say:

"You, you... are you still cold?"

A breeze blew through the air, but the person he was covering did not answer.

Chen Yici tried his best to ignore the disappointment and bewilderment in his heart, blinking his eyes frequently.

He waited.

The opponent still didn't move, just stood there like a pine and cypress.

Chen Yici lowered his eyes, loosened his grip on the sleeve a little, ignored his flushed face, and when he was about to struggle out of his clothes, one hand lightly stuck to the top of his hair.

He felt a slight resistance.

It seemed that she wanted him to stay in her arms.

Chen Yici blinked his eyes.

Before he had time to savor the complex emotions that surged up, his eyes became dizzy and he passed out completely.

Zuo Zhu looked at the person in his arms, put him down after a long while, skillfully stroked the newly formed scab on his wrist, and tore it neatly.

A few drops of blood seeped into Chen Yici's palm.

As the blood flowed more and more, the people on the ground reacted more violently.

Zuo Zhu watched the blood drop by drop indifferently, and calmly tore and widened the wound.

The blood flowed faster and faster, until it almost poured down like a beet.

This time there was more blood than usual.

It used to be a few drops, but this time Zuo Zhu's face began to turn pale.

Chen Yici seemed to feel the heat, and wanted to turn over restlessly, but was firmly grasped by the outstretched hand.

Chen Yici had a very long dream. In the dream, he was originally in the ice field, but slowly the ice field began to melt, and the surrounding area started to catch fire.

He was in the fire, and subconsciously wanted to get up and run away, but suddenly a pair of hands reached out, held down his hand that was scratching around, and told him it was okay, it was safe.

His hands were cold, but he felt a burst of unreasonable trust and peace of mind.

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