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

Chen Zhizhi went into the room to get a piece of clothes, and saw his brother sitting on the bed with a lost look on his face.

As far as Chen Yici was concerned, he didn't think much about it, he only wondered that Chen Yici woke up very late today.

While eating breakfast, Chen Yici was absent-minded. When he was about to finish eating, his brother yelled at Chen Yici:

"You will send the music score to Zuo Zhu later, last time Mom took it and forgot to return it to him."

Chen Yici hummed in a low voice, showing no emotion.

There was no one there when we went up, and for some reason, the roof this time was much hotter than usual.

Chen Yici was holding the music score, but he didn't see the piano, and was thinking about where to put it for him.

He took two steps back, and was about to turn around and put it on the table, when suddenly, the fragrance of bamboo leaves rushed into his arms.

Immediately afterwards, he bumped into the man's cold chest.

He hurriedly and subconsciously wanted to back up, but stepped on a piece of gravel, and as the gravel slipped, he staggered back two steps.

Zuo Zhuyan quickly stretched out his hand, grabbing his right wrist that was thrown back.

Obviously the body temperature is cold, but at the moment of choking, the body temperature suddenly rises, it is as hot as a soldering iron, and it is also like the /bed/wet/wet/bed/sheet touched in the morning.

Chen Yici flung his hand away violently.

Zuo Zhu didn't seem to expect that he would react so violently, and the hands that were thrown stopped awkwardly in mid-air.

Chen Yici also realized that he had overreacted, but when he looked up and saw Zuo Zhu, the face in front of him overlapped with the face/on/on/his/body/in the dream.

The mist in the indifferent icy mist-colored eyes seemed to have a hazy blue desire.

The long ink-colored hair that reached to his waist was constantly entangled in his dream, wrapping around his waist.

Chen Yici closed his eyes, and whispered in his heart repeatedly:

"Don't blaspheme, don't blaspheme, don't blaspheme..."

Gods can only be enshrined, not profane/blasphemy.

After he recited it dozens of times, he felt that his mind had settled down and he was no longer troubled by demons, so he opened his eyes calmly and calmly.

Then I saw Zuo Zhui playing with his hair boredly.

The slender fingertips had a sense of teasing, and the long black hair was curled up, slightly entwined around the fingertips, gently twirling the hair.

The fingers are gentle but firm at critical moments.

Chen Yici stared at the light-white fingertips in a daze, and murmured after a while:

"You don't—"

Zuo Zhu gently twirled the petals that fell on the end of her hair. When she heard this, she raised her head, unable to detect any emotions, and her tone was a little puzzled:

"How?"

Chen Yici: ...

He doesn't know how to explain it, he can't say that you don't look like you in the dream, can you? !

My mind is not right, I see something is wrong, people make a natural movement, what am I thinking? !

Also blame others.

He shook his head, feeling that standing here would burn his feet, so he fled the scene in a hurry, and went down from the roof in a panic.

Behind him, the man looked at his leaving back, stroked the long hair on his fingertips, and smiled thoughtfully.

After he got down from the eaves, he calmed down for a moment, only to realize that the piano score that was supposed to be returned was still in his hands.

He roared to the sky:

Chen Yici, what are you doing? !

He changed the bed sheet and quilt cover at night, and the dry touch made him feel a little more comfortable and at ease.

He hugged the pillow and controlled himself not to fall asleep.

After trying my best for half an hour, the upper and lower eyelids seemed to be glued to 502, firmly stuck together.

That night, I didn't dream about Zuo Zhu, but I dreamed about snakes.

An icy blue snake with icy mist in its eyes and a chill all over its body.

Get into his bed.

When Chen Yici woke up, he was completely cold.

He thought it was winter if he didn't see the few gleams of light passing through the window lattice.

It was the first time that sleeping alone was more tiring than working in the fields. Chen Yici's previous schedule was quite healthy.

Before ten o'clock in the evening, I went to bed and fell asleep. This was the first time that I really felt the fatigue caused by sleep.

During the meal, Chen Zhizhi looked at his brother worriedly:

"It's okay, your eye circles are the same as black pandas, you can go directly to the zoo as a national treasure."

Chen Yici was sleepy, and he still had the energy to correct his brother, and said sternly:

"That's called a giant panda."

His mother brought over two glasses of milk and gave each of the brothers a glass:

"Drink some milk, it will help you sleep."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zuo Zhu came over and sat on the other corner of the sofa as if nothing had happened.

Since coming down from the roof that day, Chen Yici basically avoided the opportunity for the two of them to be alone face to face.

Chen Yici took a sip of milk with a guilty conscience.

His mother continued to scold him:

"Every child suffers from insomnia. Let me tell you, it's because you think too much at night. When you close your eyes, you don't think about anything, and you fall asleep in two seconds."

With milk on the corner of Chen Yici's mouth, through the mottled glass, he hid his eyes to see Zuo Zhu turning the pages of the book.

His mother glared at Chen Zhizhi and asked him to drink up the milk:

"You young people's sleep is the best. You really can't count sheep or count."

The glass was stained with milk, and it was scattered and mottled in the shape of emulsion droplets. Through the quilt, Zuo Zhu's expression could not be seen clearly, only the posture of drooping eyes could be seen.

"Drink another cup in the evening, and I'll heat you another cup in the evening, and you'll be fine after you drink it."

Chen Yici didn't listen to what his mother said, and hummed absently.

After taking the last sip, the milk at the bottom of the glass was empty. He held up the milk glass and looked at the sofa through the glass.

Seeing that Chen Yici was holding an empty cup like a telescope, his mother thought he still wanted to drink, so he stretched out his hand to get the cup:

"I'll pour you another glass, what are you looking at there with a glass?"

Hearing the word blind, Chen Yici choked on the unswallowed milk, coughed and blushed.

His mother was surprised:

"Can you choke on drinking milk?"

The milk is not chili flavored either.

Chen Yici shook his head, pulled out a piece of paper hastily, wiped the corners of his mouth and fled the scene of the disaster.

Lan Xiaoling looked at Chen Zhizhi suspiciously.

Chen Zhizhi also gave him a puzzled look, saying that "I don't know either."

His gaze had been on Zuo Zhu on the page, and now he raised his head slightly, looking at the door where Chen Yici left.

……

After resting for a few days, Chen Yici recovered a lot.

The system was called every night, but since that day when the system showed a little ripple, it was completely stagnant and completely unresponsive.

On this day, Chen Yici called out in his heart a few times without hope, but there was still no response.

Just when Chen Yici finished his last cry and was hopelessly planning to go to sleep, he suddenly heard the faint sound of electric current again.

"His-"

Chen Yici opened his eyes violently, and called out cordially, "Tongtong? Are you there?"

The hissing sound is faint, like a sick old man.

"Hush-hush-"

"Hiss—"

After a delay of ten minutes, the Morse code-like hissing sound was transformed into a weak AI intelligent human voice.

Although it is a weak AI intelligent human voice.

"Everything...all must hiss——dead hiss..."

Chen Yici was so excited that he wanted to pull the system out of his mind:

"Where have you been during this time, don't be in a hurry, drink your saliva first and talk slowly."

The system hissed for a long time again, as if it was old and in disrepair:

"I don't know... Hiss fell into a deep sleep hiss."

Chen Yici ignored the hissing sound of the system. In order to keep the system from talking as little as possible, lest it be scrapped inexplicably while talking, he asked:

"Is it because of Zuo Zhu, right? It was because of Zuo Zhu that I clearly agreed to cross over that day, but I didn't succeed, right?"

The usually cold and emotionless voice of the system sounds more miserable now:

"Yes, hiss encountered an irresistible force that day, and it was Zuo Zhuxi."

Chen Yici hastily asked:

"Then can I travel through now?"

Sure enough, just as he was worried, the system gave a no answer, and it said tactfully:

"According to my current work status, it may not be very good. Can you discuss it next time before making a decision, so as not to harm irrelevant people..."

Chen Yici felt a little guilty:

"Touch."

He has mixed feelings.

The hissing sound of the system is getting louder and louder, and it is obvious that the state is not stable:

"I think... Zuo Zhu may not be as hiss as everyone said, you discuss it with him, communicate more, hiss—"

Chen Yici scratched his head: "Stop hissing, you should go to bed early, your voice will become hoarse any more."

After the system disappeared, Chen Yici lay on the bed tossing and turning, and the emotions that had finally calmed down were disturbed again.

He sighed and wanted to get up to drink water, only to see the milk at the door when he opened the door.

The milk was on the table mat, still steaming.

The same glass as in the morning.

His mother said in the morning that he would warm milk for him at night, which would help him sleep. He looked at the left and right through the glass at the time, but he didn't take it to heart.

It turned out to be really hot.

But put the milk here, and don't knock on the door.

How the hell did he know he was going to get up and open the door?

I guess I forgot.

He didn't think much about it, picked up the milk, the milk was still warm, apparently it hadn't been there for long.

He sang lightly, blinked, and looked at the milk in the glass in surprise.

The milk has a light pink sheen.

Not plain milk in the morning, but strawberry flavored.

His favorite milk flavor is strawberry.

He drank a few sips, put the cup on the table, turned his head and went to sleep.

Warm milk entered my stomach, and soon I fell asleep.

Early the next morning, he got up early.

Lan Xiaoling wore an apron and served the porridge:

"Oh, by the way, how did Cici sleep last night?"

Chen Yici nodded: "Very good."

He doesn't like to drink pure milk, it always smells fishy. He pinched his nose to finish the glass of pure milk yesterday morning.

But in the evening cup, the faint strawberry flavor neutralized the fishy smell, and he finished it in a few sips.

The effect of the milk was immediate. After drinking it, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep within a few minutes.

I haven't felt as energetic as I did this morning.

fucking nodded:

"That's good. I told you to warm up milk for you after washing yesterday, but I forgot. I'm afraid you'll suffer from insomnia again. It's good if you can fall asleep."

Chen Yici stirred the porridge spoon for a while, he was taken aback:

"You said you didn't put milk in last night?"

Lan Xiaoling brought up the pickles, distributed spoons and chopsticks to several people, and said casually:

"Didn't Mom forget about it? Oh, you know that Mom has lost her memory when she's old."

Lan Xiaoling turned her head to give Chen Yi the chopsticks, and said:

"I must remember to warm it up for you tonight, but don't you have insomnia, and you don't need milk."

Chen Yici slowly poured the porridge into his mouth.

Chen Zhizhi carefully scooped up a spoonful of porridge that was relatively cool at the edge of the bowl.

As soon as it was delivered to his mouth, he was scalded, and he hissed helplessly to cool it down. From the corner of his eye, he accidentally caught a glimpse of Chen Yici's mechanical porridge delivery.

Chen Zhizhi: "..."

Chen Zhizhi held up the spoon and said in surprise, "Aren't you afraid it will be hot?"

After Chen Yici finished a bowl of porridge, he pushed the bowl away and shook his head: "It's okay."

Chen Zhizhi: ...

He turned around in doubt and asked his mother, "Is his tongue made of steel?"

Lan Xiaoling turned her head, watched Chen Yici walk towards the kitchen, open the cabinet and rummage through it, and said in confusion:

"What are you looking for? The seasoning is in the cabinet below, not above."

Without looking back, Chen Yici closed a cabinet with a slap, and said concisely:

"milk."

Lan Xiaoling didn't understand where his son's obsession with milk came from today:

"under."

Chen Yici slammed the cabinet shut, and searched around in the cupboard below where the milk was kept.

He lingered on the milk carton with his fingertips, and after a while, he hesitated, stood up and closed the cabinet.

night.

The night breeze is slightly cool, and the shriveled leaves have begun to fall, heralding the passing of summer.

Zuo Zhu sits and adjusts the strings.

Qin was placed on the wooden table in front of him.

The table was spotless except for the piano, and there was nothing else on it.

Just as he was playing the strings, there was a crisp sound of glass clicking, and a glass of hot milk was placed on the table.

The milk is steaming, and the milky aroma is accompanied by a faint strawberry fragrance, which enters the nostrils.

Chen Yici put down the milk and sat beside him:

"Finish it, it will be cold later."

He couldn't find strawberry-flavored milk at home in the morning, so he asked his mother, only to learn that he had always used pure milk at home, and had never bought milk of other flavors.

The traffic in the village is not developed, and there are few shops, and even if there are, they only sell some daily necessities.

He went to several stores and walked for nearly two hours before he bought exactly the same milk in an unknown small store at the head of the village.

His favorite strawberry flavor.

Zuo Zhu didn't look at the milk, his eyes fell on him.

Chen Yici wanted to explain his indifference in the past few days, but he didn't know how to say it.

I can't say, I dreamed about you, and it was still a dirty dream, so it's been so awkward for so long.

Even more awkward.

Turning a corner with his hand, he picked up the milk and handed it to Zuo Zhu, then changed the subject unnaturally, "That... I'm connected to the system."

He originally wanted to change the subject casually, but after he said it, he realized that something had opened his mouth and he could only continue talking.

Zuo Zhu took a sip of the milk lightly, the corner of his mouth was covered with milk froth, pure white and innocent.

Chen Yici blinked frequently, trying to look away, telling himself in his heart not to be distracted, not to digress:

"That——I got in touch with the system. He doesn't seem to be in a good condition. The two of us lost contact when I planned to cross that day."

He paused, worried about the system, and looked up to the left.

Zuo Zhu lightly licked the corner of his mouth like a cat with his tongue. The whole movement was lazy and careless, but it also made people unable to look away.

Chen Yici endured it, but still couldn't hold back:

"Let me get you a straw."

Where can someone drink milk like this, Chen Yici thought.

Zuo Zhulan looked up at him lazily, and after a few seconds, he pointed out:

"Why didn't you use a straw that day?"

Chen Yici's heart skipped a beat.

Wasn't Zuo Zhu always looking down at the book at that time...

He just licked it so casually, this man is going to deliberately revenge?

Why are you so fussy?

He endured it, looked away, and went straight to the point:

"I just want to discuss with you, I can continue to travel."

Although looking at it now, it is definitely unreliable to say that time travel will not cause any damage to the body, but at least it is better than it is now.

During this period of time, the wound relapsed more and more severely, and the day after the wound occurred was cloudy and rainy.

On the one hand, it was to move his own body, and on the other hand, it had already affected the normal work and rest of the village.

Chen Yici lowered his eyes, holding in his hand the piano score prepared for Zuo Zhu that day:

"I know you are used to making decisions by yourself, but when making decisions...maybe consider other people's ideas."

Chen Yici doesn't know how much Zuo Zhu can listen to, but he knows that Zuo Zhu seems indifferent, but in fact he will remember everything he should remember.

It's like Zuo Zhu didn't know when he remembered that he didn't like the fishy smell of pure milk, and he remembered that his favorite milk flavor was strawberry.

"Perhaps the gods are indeed great beings, controlling everything and controlling everything, but that wasn't when you were alone. It's different now. Now you have two people."

"Two people need to use two people to solve the problem, just like the left and right hands need to cooperate with each other to do things."

Zuo Zhu lowered his eyes and stared at his fingertips: "Are there two people?"

Chen Yici nodded: "Yes."

In fact, they are very similar in many places.

The two people obviously have different backgrounds and experiences, but their considerations and plans are exactly the same.

He thought that he could abandon everything in reality and go to the world of Zuo Zhu. Without notifying Zuo Zhu, he took away the chickens and ducks at home, saying goodbye to this world.

And Zuo Zhu secretly gave him blood, cut off the connection between the two worlds without authorization, cut off the way he crossed, and then came to him and told him not to move.

Both of them thought it was for the other's good, and arranged everything silently.

At this point, the two never communicated.

Chen Yici sighed.

If he were to make a decision now, he would definitely not make such a decision on his own.

They all know each other that the retreat and abandonment made by the other party are more difficult for them to accept than the sacrifices made by themselves.

After Chen Yici finished speaking, he couldn't wait for a long time for a response. He got up and wanted to leave the roof, when he suddenly heard a soft hum from behind.

Chen Yici turned his head: "...Huh?"

What does um mean?

As if aware of his thoughts, Zuo Zhu added lightly:

"understood."

The noble and glamorous posture seems to say "I have read it".

Chen Yici said to himself, then I will quit.

Zuo Zhu needs time to accept, just like he also needs time and courage to say these words.

Discussion and communication are always two-way, it takes time, and it can't be accepted all at once, like nutrients permeating into the soil, take your time, don't rush.

After finishing speaking, Chen Yici breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a lot more relaxed.

After coming down from the roof, Chen Yici went back to the house to clean up the dishes. His mother slipped out to play cards with Aunt Wu at the entrance of the village after finishing lunch today.

Chen Zhizhi is also missing, and he probably secretly went to play with the kid next door's computer again.

His brother looks like a teenager with Internet addiction, and even applied to help him manage Chaochao and be the host of Chaochao, and he is very enthusiastic.

He put the bowls and chopsticks into the clean water, squeezed out the detergent and put on gloves, only to remember that the cup for drinking milk was still in the house and hadn't been taken out.

He took off his gloves and went inside to get a glass.

There were traces of curdled milk in the glass.

He was about to put the cup into the water when his hand suddenly stopped.

He flicked the water from the rim of the glass, picked up the glass, and looked in through the wall of the glass, his eyes gradually becoming serious.

This strawberry milk is light pink when it is poured out, and it is mixed with pure white mellow white, showing light pink.

There is also light pink milk remaining in the wall of the cup.

He thought of something, took out the strawberry milk he bought from the cupboard, and poured it into another cup.

Then pour out the milk again, wait for a while, after the milk on the wall of the cup dries up, compare the different milk left in the two same glasses.

Compared with the cup I had just now, the cup Zuo Zhu gave me, the remaining milk was obviously a little redder.

He put down the glass, stood there silently for a moment, then raised the glass again, picked it up and smelled it.

The strong milk flavor and sweet strawberry flavor come into the nostrils, flooding the nasal cavity, bathing the whole person in the milky and fruity aroma.

Chen Yici cautiously ignored the aromatic smells and fluttered his nostrils.

The scent was like thick cream. After the cream flowed out, at the end of the scent, he smelled an unusual fishy-sweet smell.

Like broken pieces, it is not noticeable, but nothing can be ignored.

The author has something to say: I didn't update it two days ago, so I will add two chapters first, and the two chapters will be combined into one.

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感谢在2021-08-1920:47:52~2021-08-2221:19:02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!