After the cold beauty turned into a small milk cat

he is not worthy

Lin Xingmo looked at the scenery in the room. The windows were bright and clean, and the modern and simple design with a sense of art was much more beautiful than the old house of Xiao Xu Yi's house.

He felt, however, that the old house was more comfortable.

After a long time, he finally recovered from the trance.

came back.

Lin Xingmo scratched his hair, touched his phone and took a look.

He stayed in the "dream" for nearly two days, and the word "winter solstice" displayed on the phone made him understand that he had indeed just slept.

The young man was dumbfounded, and his thin white palm touched his heart.

Calm was restored here again, and even the sense of loss was almost gone.

He pursed his lips, sat for a while, and then got up to wash up, then opened the refrigerator, and prepared breakfast for himself.

The ingredients in the refrigerator are all fresh, and Assistant Xiao will come over every day to help him organize them.

He glanced at the daily menu posted on the refrigerator.

This was also prepared by Assistant Xiao, because if he didn't post it, Lin Xingmo might eat up the ready-made cooked food in the refrigerator, and then starve, waiting for him to come to cook before eating.

With the menu in place, Lin Xingmo could do what was written on it. The meal he made after waking up with a fever last time was already one of the few improvisations.

Lin Xingmo took out the ingredients, boiled a bowl of millet porridge, put the pre-made sandwiches into the microwave oven, and turned on the switch to heat up.

He squatted in front of the microwave oven, looked at the sandwiches inside, and what he thought of was the hot soybean milk and big white buns on the boy's dining table.

Want to drink goat milk...

He thought like this, and then blinked his eyes lightly, the light blue eyes seemed to be a little more agile than usual.

It is also a rare thing for Lin Xingmo to have what he wants.

He pursed his lips slightly, got up to get his phone, and sent a message to Assistant Xiao.

When he came back, he caught a glimpse of the disinfection cupboard. Thinking of something, Lin Xingmo walked over to open the cabinet door, and took out the outermost bowl from the inside.

Lin Xingmo walked out of the house and rang the doorbell of the resident opposite.

After a while, the door opened, and an old man appeared behind the door. Seeing the young man standing outside, she showed a kind smile.

"It's Kobayashi, good morning."

Lin Xingmo: "Good morning, thank you for the glutinous rice balls."

He handed the bowl back, and the old man took it and said cheerfully, "It's nothing, as long as you like it."

Looking at the handsome young man in front of her, who was prettier than a female doll, she noticed that he seemed a little different from the past.

"Is Xiao Lin in a good mood today?" She asked with a smile.

Lin Xingmo blinked and looked at the old man's kind and gentle smile. He really felt the peace in his heart, so he nodded, "Well, it's not bad."

At least in that dream, he experienced emotions such as joy, which seemed to be similar to the current state.

"That's good, I wish you such a good mood every day." The old man squinted his eyes and smiled, then entered the house with a bowl, and asked Lin Xingmo if he wanted to have breakfast at their house.

Lin Xingmo thanked her for her kindness.

When he got home, the millet porridge and sandwiches were ready, so he ate slowly.

Everything seems to be the same as before, and it seems to have changed.

"Mr. Lin, these are the drafts that have been recently received. The cooperation details have been discussed according to your previous habits. Please have a look."

After nine o'clock, Assistant Xiao came to talk to him about work.

Lin Xingmo took the information and briefly looked at it.

Although his works are too realistic and have been criticized by his teachers because of this, his paintings still have a certain market.

After graduation, with the increase in fame and social status, a few orders a month are enough to maintain income and expenditure.

"Yes." Lin Xingmo nodded, "Let's start today."

"Well, okay, do you want to start a live broadcast this time?"

Assistant Xiao asked, he helped Lin Xingmo operate an account, and occasionally recorded and edited his drawing process and posted it on the platform.

Because of Lin Xingmo's overly realistic painting skills, many people came to watch the "casting scene". The attention and popularity were not bad, and it was also a source of income.

Earlier, at the suggestion of Assistant Xiao, Lin Xingmo started a live broadcast. Only his hands and drawing board appeared on the scene, and the response was not bad.

Lin Xingmo thought for a while and said, "Yes."

Anyway, for him, there is no difference, and he doesn't need to interact with the audience, he just needs to do his own thing well.

Assistant Xiao was a little happy. After all, Lin Xingmo's income was also related to his bonus at the end of the month. Of course, he hoped to develop more business channels for him.

In the studio, Assistant Xiao set up the brackets, adjusted the angle and picture of the live broadcast, and accompanied by simple and quiet light music, the style of the whole live broadcast was gentle and clean.

In the picture, only one drawing board can be seen, and the background is a bay window with soft light coming in, and a gauze curtain gently blown by the wind.

After Lin Xingmo took his seat, he could see a pair of thin, white and slender hands that looked like works of art, which was simply a gospel of hand control.

After a brief communication with Assistant Xiao, Lin Xingmo did not immediately start creating the business draft.

Sitting in front of the drawing board, what appeared in his mind were all the scenes in the "dream", and he wanted to draw these scenes.

As a result, the studio became quiet, with only soft background music and the slight noise of different pens falling on the drawing board.

This account called "Scattered Xingmo" started the live broadcast quietly. At the beginning, there were few people interested in it, but the number of viewers gradually increased.

Although the anchor has never paid attention to the audience, this live broadcast style unexpectedly has a calm and healing beauty. When you sink your heart and watch it, it is particularly attractive.

Villa study.

Xu Yi is also working. Because of his leg disease, after his career is on the right track, he seldom goes to the company, and basically works from home.

Even so, no one dared to belittle or fool him, and his work efficiency did not decrease as a result.

At this moment, a notification sounded, and a message of special concern also popped up on his computer screen.

Seeing the familiar ID, Xu Yi paused.

In the end, he couldn't help but open the message, and after a quick load, the live broadcast of a certain platform appeared on his computer screen.

Those hands, which he had seen countless times and were already very familiar with, held the paintbrush and traced on the drawing board. They were as stable as ever, as quiet and waveless as ever, as if they would not be affected by any external objects.

Xu Yi pursed his lips, and the palms on the armrests of the wheelchair unconsciously clenched into fists.

However, the paintings he drew this time made people a little confused.

In the middle of the drawing board is a rectangular rectangle, which is painted with bright and gentle blue and white colors, like a cut sky, with black lines like branches extending from one side.

Xu Yi watched quietly, watching the hands add more details to the painting, becoming more and more real.

In the live broadcast screen, more and more bullet screens floated by, some praised and admired, and some people voted a lot of rewards, trying to attract the anchor's attention.

Xu Yi had a cold face. When he realized it, he had already skillfully pressed the reward button.

And his account is also No. 1 among the top rewards in the live broadcast room.

He looked at the live broadcast in a daze, and suddenly stretched out his hand, and swept the things on the table vigorously, and the things fell to the ground amidst the clattering sound.

The nanny and caregiver who heard the noise pushed the door open and entered.

Seeing the scene in front of her, she was not surprised, she just stepped forward silently, bent down to pack her things.

Xu Yi didn't speak, he controlled the wheelchair and turned his back, took out the lighter and lit the cigarette, took a deep puff, and began to puff.

Nursing worker Chen packed up his things quickly, and when he looked up and saw him like this, he couldn't help sighing in his heart.

Since the death of Mr. Xu's cat, he has become more and more irritable.

At times like this before, as long as Xue Tuan jumped onto Mr.'s knees and rubbed against his face, or squatted on the bay window and looked at him eagerly, Mr. Hu lost all temper.

Now not only can't laugh, but also become more and more scary.

She couldn't help thinking, should Mr. Xu hold another cat?

Of course, nurse Chen just thought about it, packed up her things to avoid any sharp objects, then turned around and went out, closing the door behind her.

Xu Yi looked out of the window, the weather was fine today, but he didn't feel the warmth at all, only felt the light was dazzling.

After a long time, the man suddenly put out his cigarette, held the handle of the wheelchair with both hands, then supported his legs, stood up slowly, and finally let go of his hands.

At this moment, he looks like a healthy person.

Then, he slowly opened his legs and walked a few steps in the study.

While walking, the dragging of his right leg can be clearly seen.

The limping posture is very embarrassing.

After about ten minutes, his forehead began to sweat, he gritted his teeth tightly, and finally couldn't hold back, and dragged the office chair beside him before he fell down.

The man fell hard on the chair, and the pulley underneath rolled, bringing him into the wall with a bang, and finally stopped the momentum.

Xu Yi hugged the back of his head, and after a while, he raised his head again, leaning against the back of the chair and panting gently.

What appeared on his face at this moment was full of depression and deep depression.

In the study room, the tranquility slowly returned, only the soft and melodious piano music came from the live broadcast room, and the soft sound of paint on the drawing board with the tip of the pen.

Xu Yi quietly watched the live broadcast, looked at the pair of beautiful hands that seemed to have been kissed by God, and thought of the figure who had always been indifferent to him.

He is so perfect, after all...he is not worthy.

Such thoughts came to mind, he endured the bloody pain in his heart, got the mobile phone, and made a call.

"Lawyer Lu, please come here."

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Lin Xingmo drew all day.

The effect of the live broadcast was very good, and he could see it from Assistant Xiao's grinning expression from ear to ear.

He didn't care either, just as he was about to eat, his brother Lin Yueqian called.

"Xiaomo, I heard from my assistant that you have been staying in Yunshan Xiaozhu all day?"

"Ah."

"Today is the winter solstice, why don't you go to accompany Xu Yi?"

"Busy at work."

"Uh..." Lin Yueqian was silent for a while, but she didn't force him after all, but just asked, "Would you like to come and eat with us? Your sister-in-law made mutton stew, which is suitable for winter tonic."

"I'm getting ready to eat."

"Then you can eat."

After Lin Yueqian finished speaking, she was about to hang up, but suddenly she heard the young man ask, "Brother, do you know the name of Xu Yi's mother?"

"Xu Yi's mother? I'm not sure, it seems that the surname is Du... What's wrong?"

Lin Xingmo paused and shook his head.

"It's nothing."

Just, confirmed one thing.

The author says:

Today is poor Mr. Xu——

I have to leave relatives during the Chinese New Year, and the update can't be done on time. I'm sorry orz will sweeten it later!This is a healing process, okay——

Continue to give out red envelopes!