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

Just as Chen Yici fell asleep, the system's cold voice sounded in his mind:

"Preparing to wear the book, please host to get ready."

As the voice faded, he fell into a coma.

Perhaps to prevent bugs, the time of the worlds on both sides is the flow rate of Schrödinger, and no one questioned his disappearance every time whether he passed through or returned.

For example, this time, Lan Xiaoling was tinkering with capsules in the kitchen when he crossed over, and the first sentence he saw was:

"get up?"

It happened to be lunch time during the day in the book, so Chen Yici simply took the kitchen knife and said that he would cook by himself.

He was thinking while cooking, trying to talk to the system in his mind.

"System, will the capsule make me go out of tune?"

Although, as the system said, after eating the capsules, the running became worse and worse, but the running sounded very good.

Although it was also off tune, Chen Yici always felt that something was wrong.

"No."

Although they are all out of tune, there are completely two types of sounds that sound good and those that sound bad.

Otherwise, all out-of-tune in the world can be called original.

Chen Yici stopped chopping vegetables: "Then what's going on with being out of tune this time?"

After a long silence, just when Chen Yici thought the system hadn't heard him, a cold voice suddenly sounded in his mind:

"system error."

Chen Yici let out an oh, and didn't think too much about it. He didn't notice that the cold voice of the system was a little more heavy and hesitant than usual, so he turned his head and continued cooking.

His cooking skills are average, just at the level of ordinary home cooking.

He simply made scrambled eggs with tomato, stir-fried green vegetables with garlic and small cucumber salad.

When the dishes were brought to the table, the three of them frowned around the three dishes, and even though Chen Yici explained to them, they refused to move their chopsticks no matter what.

Chen Zhizhi stretched out his chopsticks and poked the soft egg:

"What is this, this color is so weird."

Grandpa Chen was the farthest away from the three dishes, pointing at the little cucumber and berating Chen Yici severely:

"This can't be eaten! It must be poisonous! It's turning blue!"

Chen Yici sighed:

"Really, I'll try to show you."

As he spoke, he picked up the chopsticks and stuffed an egg into his mouth under the terrified and worried eyes of everyone before they stopped him.

Even so, everyone still resisted firmly.

Chen Yici sighed.

It's fine if you really don't want to eat, food is not necessary for them anyway, it's just a pity that this big table dish.

He went to serve a bowl of rice, intending to finish the big table with the rice.

But when he came back from the kitchen with the bowl in his hand—

The three of them held on to three pairs of chopsticks, desperately holding the last piece of scrambled egg on the empty plate.

Chen Yici: ...

In the end, three well-fed people sat in rows on the sofa.

Chen Yici watched Lan Xiaoling's bowl full of small green vegetables, while grandpa Chen Zui's bowl was full of small cucumbers, secretly relieved.

It seems that my study notes are quite accurate.

After washing the dishes, he picked up the thermal box and walked out.

I made some more when I was cooking just now, and I put it in an insulated box because I was afraid of getting cold.

When he was eating, he asked his mother, and his mother said that the weather was okay recently, with no clouds in the sky, but there were no sunny days either.

It seems that God is in a good mood.

Chen Yici thought happily while holding the basket.

At this moment, there was a bang in the sky, a thunderstorm fell, and a torrential rain poured down.

Chen Yici hurriedly wanted to take shelter from the rain, but only halfway up his hands did he realize that he didn't seem to be drenched by the rain.

The rain washed the land, and the soil was soaked wet and soft, only the grass roots around his feet were dry and fresh.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and when he walked into the hall, the rain on the ground could reach his ankles.

The god sat in the middle of the rain, and the raindrops slid down his face, and his long sleeves were soaked in the rain.

Chen Yici was startled, and hurried over to help him up.

The moment it touched the sleeves, the warm water vapor evaporated, and the wet and heavy clothes soaked in water became a little lighter.

Chen Yici helped him dry his sleeves and hair, took off his jacket and wiped the water on his face, and reproached him:

"Why don't you know how to hide from the rain? It's easy to catch a cold."

For the first time, the gods showed confusion in their eyes:

"cold?"

Chen Yici: ...

Forget that gods don't catch colds.

He changed the word:

"uncomfortable."

The rich and fresh egg fragrance wafted into the hall, and there was also a faint fragrance of green onion.

The god looked down at Chen Yici's hand.

It was only then that Chen Yici remembered the purpose of his visit, opened the insulated box, put all the food in front of him, and handed him a pair of chopsticks:

"This is what we eat in that world, try it?"

The god glanced at it, lacking in interest.

Chen Yici didn't notice his expression, he was still in high spirits, and put the cover aside:

"I made this by myself. It might not suit your taste. Try to see if it's salty or not. Oh, by the way, tell me what kind of food you like. I'll make more of your favorite food next time."

The god's lazy eyes raised slightly, and after a few seconds, he stretched out his hand, palm up.

Chen Yici was stunned for a second, then immediately understood, picked up the chopsticks and put them in his hand.

Chen Yici propped his chin, watching the gods eat.

He never thought that he could stare blankly at a meal alone.

He lowered his head slightly, casting the superior shadow of his side face, his long and curly hair scattered on the ground, like a perfect painting, but also like a delicate and fragile artwork.

After he finished eating leisurely, the sound of the rain outside the window became much quieter.

Chen Yici poked his head back happily, packed up his things, his mood became much lighter, and he talked more, talking a lot about himself.

The god propped his head up, turned slightly sideways, looked at him with unwavering eyes, did not speak or accost him as usual, and was indifferent.

Despite this, the rain outside the window was getting smaller and smaller, and it had almost completely stopped.

For the first time, Chen Yici felt that it was very useful for God's mood to be reflected through the weather, and he relaxed a lot:

"By the way, god, are you born a god?"

He added:

"Um...I mean, do you have a name?"

Chen Yici looked at him eagerly, waiting for his answer.

The hair was slightly rolled up by the wind, and the god remained in a half-moving posture, showing no intention of opening his mouth.

Chen Yici was a little discouraged, but continued to ask:

"Have you been here since birth?"

The god lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the scattered cherry blossom petals on the ground. The answer to Chen Yici was the silence in the air.

Chen Yici was [-]% discouraged, but still [-]% unwilling to give up:

"Then... was this country created by you from the beginning?"

Still silent.

Chen Yici was annoyed that he had talked too much, so he lowered his head to pack the lunch box.

At this moment, a voice as clear as ice came from above his head.

"Chase left."

Chen Yici suddenly raised his head, was stunned for two seconds before blinking, and jumped up all of a sudden:

"Sounds good! Can I call you that from now on?"

Zuo Zhu looked at him and nodded slightly.

Chen Yici recited silently in his mouth, and the more he recited, the more pleasant it sounded:

"Left by, left by..."

He seemed to have remembered something, and asked Zuo Zhu:

"It means being chased."

Is this what it means to be a god worshiped and pursued by everyone?

Hearing this, Zuo Zhu raised his head and stared at Chen Yici.

He seemed to hear this explanation for the first time, and suddenly smiled.

It was the first time Chen Yici saw that Zuo Zhu had other expressions on Zuo Zhu's face besides the expressionless one. The expression was still a smile, and he was a little stunned for a moment.

The moment he raised the corner of his mouth, a few streaks of frost spread from his side, quickly affecting the entire hall, and the falling petals were covered into dangerous ice knives.

In an instant, the cold and heavy snow fell from the sky that was still rainless and cloudless just now.

Zuo Zhu looked at his icy hair, and said slowly:

"Deportation."

Chen Yici was in a daze, and moved his curled fingers with difficulty. It was the first time he felt coldness and remorse since he was not attacked by the wind and snow.

He watched the snow drifting bigger and bigger. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he hurriedly took out several layers of tissues from his bag.

He carefully opened the paper towels wrapped in layers, revealing a few toffees inside. The toffees melted when they came, and now they harden back in the ice and snow, but they have completely deformed and look strange.

He peeled off the candy wrapper and handed the candy to Zuo Zhu:

"Hurry up, eat this, and your mood will improve after eating this."

Zuo Yi put the sugar on the tip of the tongue, and feel the sweetness spread on the tip of the tongue.

Chen Yici explained:

"This is toffee, the sweetest thing I've ever eaten. Every time I'm in a bad mood, eating candy will get better. It's very useful."

As he spoke, he took out the few toffees that were precious and rare to him from his pocket, poured them into the palm of his left hand, and said seriously:

"I'll give you all the sweetest things, and you'll feel better if you eat more."

As the taste of cheap milk melted on the tip of the tongue, the wind and snow gradually subsided.

Chen Yici looked at the melting ice and snow, happily peeled another candy for Zuo Zhu, and talked about the oolong he sang that day.

"You're right, I really ran very badly, and I can't hear the original tune at all. Can you imagine, a very simple song, I ran horrible."

Chen Yici spoke a little fast, with a smile on his face:

"They still talk about original geniuses. In fact, I am not at all. I am really just off-key."

He took the branch and drew circles on the ground, thinking of the scene of the show at that time, he thought it was funny and fun:

"I really didn't expect it to run like this."

Maybe it was the exaggerated atmosphere at the time, maybe it was novelty for everyone.

He remembered hearing the singing of the gods in his dream that day, and compared with his hoarse voice from the fire, he felt a little emotional:

"But it's the first time I know that I can sing such a beautiful song, even though it's a bug caused by a system failure."

The god lowered his eyes and looked at him quietly.

He snapped off the branch with a bang, lowered his tone almost inaudibly, and whispered:

"I wanted to sing it to you again."

"Suddenly I remembered that I would never be able to sing again, and the next time I went out of tune, it would be ugly again."

It doesn't matter if a good voice is a one-time thing, but Zuo Zhu couldn't hear this song, he felt a little pity.

The air suddenly became silent.

Zuo Zhu raised his eyes lazily, staring at Chen Yici.

After a while, he gently raised his hand——

The wind chime shells blown by the wind sounded crisply in the hall.

Chen Yici squatted on the ground and looked up in surprise.

Countless flying petals swirled from Zuo Zhu's side, flowing and jumping in the air with the familiar melody.

The crisp ringtones of shells, the regular sound of raindrops beating and knocking, and the accompaniment of ice particles falling to the ground, the melody laid out is all too familiar.

"Flickering twinkling, the sky is full of little stars."

No words, just simple natural melodies of seashells, raindrops and ice particles.

The melody is exactly the same as what he sang that day, exactly.

Chen Yici opened his eyes wide, and before he could be shocked that the gods knew the song, he was attracted by the cold voice and melody.

Ice particles began to slowly fall from the sky.

The ice particles seem to be full of stars, knocked down from the night sky to the world.

Slowly, slowly down.

As the last melody fell, the hall was already completely white.