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

The fire in the room was burning brightly, and the flames sprang up.

Chen Yici didn't bother to change his clothes, but first found clean clothes for Zuo Zhu and helped him change.

The time has passed 12 o'clock, and the minute hand has already passed halfway.

12:30 now.

The rain outside the window seemed to have fallen the amount of summer, and the bean-sized raindrops fell down, with no intention of stopping.

With the roar of thunder, raindrops seeped into the window sill.

Chen Yici lowered his eyes and wiped Zuo Zhu's hair little by little, the moisture slowly evaporated.

Seeing the moment Zuo Zhu appeared, a small flower bloomed in his heart in the stormy sky.

But soon, the flower was extinguished by the wind and rain again.

Zuo Zhu frowned tightly, since seeing him till now, he hasn't said a single word, and a trace of pain flashed across his face.

Chen Yici had thousands of questions he wanted to ask Zuo Zhu, but when he saw Zuo Zhu's expression, it didn't matter any questions.

He stuffed a few baby warmers and pasted them on Zuo one by one, then gently lifted his clothes.

The white sleeves had been smeared with bloodstains, and the large and small wounds that had been scarred were all split open, blood oozing out.

Chen Yici brought medicinal wine and gauze, and carefully wrapped them up:

"It hurts a little, just say it when you feel pain."

Drowsing eyes from the left.

He has experienced wounds that are thousands of times more painful than this, and this pain is like ants crawling through.

However, he still said softly:

"it is good."

The wounds are like thorns all over the place, so shocking that people don't know where to start.

Chen Yici lowered his eyes:

"Did you have so many wounds when you wore it last time?"

Zuo Zhu shook his head: "Not so much."

But it's not far off.

Chen Yici relaxed his movements a little.

That is to say, the injury that Zuo Zhuchuan suffered in the past was much more serious than he imagined.

The seeping blood clotted on his fingertips, and he stared at them.

The bloodstains of the gods are condensed with talent and divine power.

He tried to stop the bleeding with gauze, but the blood kept oozing out.

Chen Yici lowered his eyes and collected his thoughts:

"The system is gone, do you know where he is?"

Zuo Zhu raised his eyes, and the emotions in his eyes gradually became deserted:

"Where do you want to go?"

The sound has no warmth, like sharp edges and blades.

Chen Yici put down the gauze, and met Zuo Zhu's eyes:

"I couldn't time travel again some time ago, didn't you—?"

The answer is obvious.

Zuo Zhu looked up at him, and interrupted him:

"You do not need."

It may be due to the wind and rain. The man exudes an inaccessible coldness, which isolates people thousands of miles away.

Chen Yici looked at the wound.

Don't need anything, don't you need to travel through?Still don't need to consider for the left?

So what can he do?

Chen Yici stopped talking, and silently wrapped the gauze around Zuo Zhu's wound, moving slowly but meticulously.

In the next few days, the most frequent thing Chen Yici did was call the system in his heart.

However, there is no audio.

Chen Yici also asked Zuo Zhu, and Zuo Zhu replied calmly, "I'll be back in a while".

After the system disappeared, Chen Yici realized that what he could do was very limited.

He returned to the days of farming, leaving early and returning late, and Zuo Zhu and Zuo Zhu returned to their previous routines.

Everything looks the same as before, except that you can't cross at a fixed time at night.

evening.

Chen Yici squatted on the ridge of the field, staring at the sky in a daze.

His brother came over and looked up at the sky with him:

"What are you looking at?"

Chen Yici answered truthfully:

"Look at the stars."

Chen Zhi Zhi said:

"There are not many in the sky."

Chen Yici nodded: "Yes."

It is reasonable to say that summer nights are full of stars, but these few nights there are only a few stars.

Because every day during the day is basically cloudy.

Chen Zhizhi looked at the sky and sighed, and pointedly said: "The weather is not good today."

They were all ready to leave, but it rained heavily that day, and after Zuo Zhu came back, the family stayed here again.

After Zuo Zhu came, every day was bad weather.

Chen Yici hugged his knees and looked at the vast sky, feeling powerless:

"Is the power of man very small? Compared with the gods."

Chen Zhizhi nodded: "Of course, that's a god."

He turned to look at his brother: "Maybe you don't need to think so much, Zuo Zhu has his own considerations."

I don't know what happened, but I can probably guess.

Seeing his brother like this made him feel uncomfortable too.

Chen Yici lowered his eyes: "I know, but I also wanted to do something for him, but found that I couldn't do anything."

Chen Zhizhi frowned: "What do you want to help him, does the god need help?"

Chen Yici said:

"Maybe he doesn't need it, he doesn't need help, and he doesn't need anyone to understand him."

Chen Zhizhi snorted, and nodded thoughtfully:

"It's really difficult, god, I'm used to controlling everything in my own hands."

After all, he is a man who can control the survival and destruction of the world and the weather.

Chen Yici looked at the little ants crawling on the ground and said:

"It's not the desire to control. It's because he has controlled too many things and is used to solving problems by himself. It has been like this for tens of thousands of years, so he has formed inertia."

He is indeed omnipotent, but he is also in the abyss and needs the hand of others.

Chen Zhizhi nodded, nibbling on the ice cream he snatched from the kid at the entrance of the village:

"With great power comes great responsibility."

Chen Yici murmured: "No, it's because everyone thinks so, that's why it happened."

Including himself.

Chen Yici stood up, patted the dirt on his pants, left Chen who was eating ice cream alone, and left.

Chen Yici sat on the sofa, flipping through super chat in boredom.

He regretted it a bit. He shouldn't have made a decision early at that time, liked it, and replied.

Now it seems that a series of behaviors really look like coming out of the closet.

Sure enough, it is a good thing to leave a way out in everything.

Annoyed, he clicked on Weibo.

Long time no see, he and Zuo Zhu's Weibo chats have already ranked in the top 20.

And he didn't make it into the top 200 personally, which was completely unexpected.

Among them, thanks to the contribution made by the master.

Now he can't get it back even if he wants to make money, so he simply smashed the jar and smashed candy happily in his super chat.

After reading too many articles, he found that the majority of PP fans... No, the imagination of CP fans is indeed endless.

There are various types of texts, from farming at the beginning, to cities, campuses, time travel, rebirth, interstellar and childbirth.

There are also various types of characters, such as gentleness, black belly, coolness, high coldness, green tea, and Neptune.

As time went on, he became more and more incomprehensible.

He saw that later it was already when someone else's story was read.

How can he and Zuo Zhu live so colorful lives, going to concerts to perform songs for a while, and flying to Paris by plane for a while.

But... the plot of flying in the sky is still there.

His thoughts went back to that day, and he looked at his palm as if he suddenly remembered something.

That warm feeling emerged again, vividly.

He is now sure that Zuo Zhu was dripping blood on his palm that day, and there should be a lot more.

At that time, he could feel the dryness and heat in his sleep and dreams.

At that time, Zuo Zhu had already arranged everything.

First of all, he cut off the way for him to cross, and calmly avoided future troubles, and made second-hand preparations, dripping his own blood on Chen Yici's palm.

In this way, even if he travels through time, it will not harm Chen Yici's body.

He has always protected Chen Yici like this.

Quiet, calm, but also calm and meticulous, thoughtful everywhere.

Chen Yici's eyes fell on the very end of that article, seeing the last sentence at the end:

"That's how the gods love."

Chen Yici lowered his eyes, long pressed the screen, clicked save, and casually flipped through Chaohua.

The Q version of the villain in Chaohua came into view, and Chen Yici thought it was cute.

Suddenly thought of something, he clicked on the dialog box between himself and [Little Pepper of Venice].

"[picture]"

The picture from that day is still in the dialog box.

He first looked guiltyly to see if Little Pepper was online, and then his eyes fell on the picture.

Zuo Zhu's eyes droop slightly, his eyes are condescending but also full of love.

And he was holding the corner of Zuo Zhu's clothes tightly, looking nervous and green, like an underage high school student who has just/tasted/forbidden/ fruit.

He was shocked by his own thoughts, and quickly shook his head to expel such thoughts.

Then he looked around and long pressed the picture.

Two option hover boxes are displayed below.

"save Picture."

"Cancel."

When Chen Yici was about to click to save the picture, Chen Zhizhi's calling suddenly came from behind him.

"Yici, come here."

Chen Yici said oh, put the phone on the table in a panic, and walked out.

Just as he was going out, a person walked towards him.

Chen Yici and Zuo Zhu passed by each other, and his footsteps froze. Before he could react, he was dragged by his brother:

"Come on, come on, let me show you something!"

Chen Yici was ignorantly dragged away by his brother, turned his head to look and heaved a sigh of relief.

Zuo Zhu walked into the room, picked up a book to read, and missed the phone completely.

He breathed a sigh of relief and left the house with his brother.

His brother excitedly showed him a fish the size of a pinky finger that he had caught by himself after spending a day by the river.

Chen Yici perfunctorily praised his brother that you are awesome, and when it was good, he immediately broke away from his brother's invitation to keep him fishing together, and ran back to the house quickly.

Zuo Zhu was sitting, still holding the book in his hand, turning the pages quietly.

And the phone was quietly put aside, not moving at all.

Chen Yici breathed a sigh of relief, returned to the sofa, and saw that the screen was on, still stuck on the picture.

He made a guilty long press and clicked "Save Picture".

"You have already saved the picture."

Chen Yici was taken aback.

Did he save it?

How do you remember to stay at the last step without pressing save?

Could it be that he lost his memory?

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-08-1723:18:08~2021-08-1817:27:44期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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