The Luck Child is Fascinated By Me

【alarm! A data abnormality occurred on the bit plane number A3047. 】

[Submitted to the Cosmic Alliance, the plane repair program will be started. 】

[The task has been transferred to the Air Transport Protection Station, please protect the plane as soon as possible. 】

"Defender No. 26 Fu Xinghe has accepted the mission and will go to the A3047 plane to defend the Son of Fortune."

After the last world was over, Fu Xinghe took the initiative to find Wei Chu for a drink and chat, as promised.

on the rooftop.

"You actually came back alive? It's amazing." Xinghe inquired about Wei Chu up and down.

"Not only did I come back alive, but I came back as a person, kitty." Wei Chu opened the caps of the two bottles of beer and handed Xinghe a bottle.

Xinghe knew his best friend too well, "You're using the old method again? Just leave the world or pretend to be sick?"

"It's up to you, it's easy to use." Wei Chu still didn't care.

"Just be stubborn, who is the one who has to go back every time?"

"Don't say it's the bonus of Zhentu." Xinghe laughed a little.

Wei Chu was a little uncomfortable and changed the subject, "Don't talk about me, how are you?"

"Great."

From the beginning to old age, we will be together for a lifetime, and we will go to death hand in hand.

"very happy."

Xinghe thought of Chen Minyu with a smile on his face.

Wei Chu rolled his eyes at him and drank the wine one by one.

Xinghe clinks glasses playfully.

"The identity drawn this time is a traveling painter."

"I think it's good. Every world has vast mountains and rivers, and its cultural customs are different."

"If you can walk through a great river, you can turn the beautiful beauty into an eternal and immortal art handed down."

"It's also a blessing."

Xinghe took Wei Chu's shoulders again.

"People like us continue to live because of love, even if you don't admit it, it's a fact."

"Wei Chu, you are my friend. I wish you happiness too."

"Di-di-body scan."

"The physical condition is good, and the launch is allowed."

"The target is the A3047 plane, the time is going back, please wait patiently."

"The Child of Luck has been located and is ready to be released nearby. Please be careful of your safety."

Xinghe carried the drawing board on his back, carried the paint bucket, wore a colorful shirt, and made a low chirp.

"Where is this? There are so many flowers."

The flower sponge extended, attracted by the scenery in front of him, Xinghe chose a place with a wide field of vision.

He set up his easel, carefully mixed the desired colors on the palette, and smeared on the canvas with a brushstroke.

Too indulged in the colorful world, and I want to stay focused on this moment.

Xinghe raised his hand to tidy the fallen hair back, not knowing the passage of time, until the light dimmed, only to realize that a long time had passed.

Before he could finish his thoughts, Xinghe sighed and got up to pack his things.

broken!

Forget Son of Luck.

Xinghe suddenly remembered his purpose.

Looking at the canvas in his hand with nostalgia, Xinghe felt a little guilty in his heart.

But when I thought of myself as a painter, this guilt disappeared immediately.

After packing up his things and carrying his easel, Xinghe turned around, and a figure came into his eyes.

I don't know how long I've been standing there.

The man behind him stood there, in black and white, in a sea of ​​colorful flowers, but it was as ancient and profound as an ink painting.

The golden flash data stream was entwined and flowing around him.

Loved by heaven.

The man walked towards Xinghe step by step. He had a classical temperament, slender legs, and his hands that swayed with his steps were as flawless as jade.

He stared blankly at Fu Xinghe.

Xinghe suddenly smiled, tilting his head slightly, revealing pointed little tiger teeth.

"I know you, you are He Zhijun."

"Musician, majoring in piano. Your music is very nice, I like it very much."

Xinghe took the initiative to stretch out his right hand.

"I am Fu Xinghe, a painter."

- First meeting, hello He Zhijun.

- I am Fu Xinghe, from now on, I will protect you until the end of this life.

He Zhijun still looked unbelievable.

Fu Xinghe knew why.

[He Zhijun was born in a family of fine arts, and the family has been a famous painter for generations.

Especially his parents, the leading figures, whose works are hard to find.

As soon as He Zhijun was born, his family and the outside world placed high hopes on him, and he was recognized as the successor of this fine art family.

But later, he failed to inherit the mantle of his parents as the outside world guessed.

Although he took the path of art, He Zhijun became a musician.

Because He Zhijun has a serious color recognition disorder.

He is colorblind.

In his eyes, the world is only black and white, without color.

And this matter, only the He family parents know.

Although he cannot perceive color, He Zhijun has formed a strong personal characteristic by virtue of this speciality.

His music is like a Chinese painting landscape. Although there are only two colors in black, there are thick and light, distinct layers and profound artistic conception.

He has also been controversial.

Music always conveys people's feelings, such as love, hate, sorrow, and resentment.

There is only music, regardless of age and gender, across borders and species.

Whether it is a popular song or a classical music, the classics that can be passed down through the ages are often immersive.

You can see the strong red sunset, the boundless blue sea, and the golden valleys.

Or holding hands with someone you like, and the grand fireworks in your eyes.

But He Zhijun's music has no color.

He chose the piano because, like his world, the piano has only two black and white keys.

Only when he played music and watched his fingers jump on the black and white keyboard did He Zhijun feel that he was no different from others. 】

But Fu Xinghe was different. He was a surprise sent by Heaven and was the protector of He Zhijun's life.

Fu Xinghe is the color of He Zhijun.

He Zhijun was invited to come to this flower sea scenic spot with industry insiders.

Everyone else is in company, marveling at this beauty, and surging with inspiration.

He Zhijun was alone. He looked around and lowered his head with lack of interest. He just concentrated on moving his fingers to exercise flexibility and kill time.

Seeing that the crowd would not end the viewing in a short time, he simply slipped out alone and stopped.

"This flower seems to be a little darker than the others, maybe that's what they say looks good?"

He Zhijun picked the flower and sniffed it, but it didn't smell.

I planned to throw it away, but after thinking about it, I pinned the flower to the neckline.

He took a few more steps and turned a corner of a tree.

Sudden.

A silhouette sitting and painting caught my eye.

at the same time.

The man is the center, and it spreads around, and thousands of colors have appearances.

The blue sky and white clouds, the breeze blew the man's black hair, the fingertips were stained with paint, and they accidentally rubbed against the left cheek.

Red flowers and green leaves, red orange, blue and purple were stepped on under his feet.

The man's profile was demure, his eyelashes fluttered, he frowned occasionally in distress, and suddenly lowered his head with bright eyes and dipped it in the paint tray.

He Zhijun stood there.

You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery look at you upstairs.

The bright moon decorates your windows, you decorate other people's dreams.

He Zhijun stepped forward nervously until Fu Xinghe started tidying up his utensils and was about to leave.

He stood in front of Fu Xinghe, and before he opened his mouth, he saw the man stretch out his hand to him with curved eyebrows.

Hear his name come out of his mouth.

"So he knows me?"

He Zhijun's heart was beating like thunder.

"Hello, I'm He Zhijun."

- How should I tell you?

--I am in love with you.

Fu Xinghe looked at He Zhijun in front of him with interest.

"Is it a flower?"

Xinghe suddenly approached He Zhijun and took down the little flower pinned by his neckline.

He sniffed lightly, "No smell."

He Zhijun suddenly regretted, why didn't he change one just now?

Xinghe held the flower and waved it in front of He Zhijun again, showing his pointed tiger teeth with a smile.

"But it's the red I like."

"Is this red?" He Zhijun asked a question that others would find strange.

Fu Xinghe answered seriously, "It's red, and red is the warmest color."

"A red rose is a symbol of love."

Xinghe wanted to pin Xiaohua on He Zhijun's neckline again.

"I like red too."

He Zhijun intercepted the little flower and gently inserted it into the little tweet of Xinghe.

"Do you like red too?"

Xinghe thought it was funny, He Zhijun only knew this color at present.

But well.

Xinghe pulled a dog's tail grass from the ground and hung it by He Zhijun's ear.

He smiled wickedly, "Reciprocity."

He Zhijun disagreed, and suddenly reached out and wiped Xinghe's left cheek, "There is paint."

"What color?" Xinghe deliberately teased He Zhijun.

"It's the color of your pants."

"Then what about this?" Xinghe pointed casually again.

"It's the color of your easel."

"This?" Xinghe didn't give up.

"It's the color of your shoes."

"..."

"..."

All the colors of He Zhijun are based on Fuxinghe.

It's the color of his shirt, it's the color of his pants, it's the color of his headband,...

It is Fuxinghe.

"It's late today, but I don't have a place to live yet."

Xinghe stared at He Zhijun pitifully.

- Take me in.

He Zhijun had some uncontrollable joy, "I booked a hotel."

- Come back with me.

"Is your bed big enough?" Xinghe then hinted.

- Invite me to sleep with you.

"It's okay, I can sleep on the ground." He Zhijun replied quickly.

- Don't squeeze him.

Xinghe sighed.

Sooner or later, you will have to tell your true feelings.

He made up his mind.

Until then, just pretend you don't know anything.

Xinghe came to be a little interested.

Let me see how you will pursue me.

Is Xinghe angry?

He Zhijun felt very sensitively that Xinghe opened the distance between him and him, just on the border of friends.

He didn't know where he was doing wrong.

It should be that the hotel booked is too small, and I feel wronged by Xinghe.

He Zhijun was a little frustrated.

Maybe we can open a bigger room for Xinghe, so that the other party will be happy.

He made up his mind and secretly sent a message to the event organizer.

After a while, Xinghe saw that he had a bigger room, and maybe he would smile close to me again.

Remember this for later!

Xinghe likes to sleep in a big room, so remember to book it for him individually.

He Zhijun regained his spirits.

hotel.

"You reserved another room for me?" Xinghe opened his eyes in disbelief.

He Zhijun was very satisfied, "The biggest one won't squeeze you."

His face was a little flattering and a little smug, "Do you like it?"

"I like it." Xing He was expressionless.

- Haha, I'm dead.

"As long as you like it." He Zhijun finally felt relieved.

He smiled a little, "Good night, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." Xinghe continued to be expressionless.

- Haha, I really don't live anymore.

Xinghe turned around and left.

He Zhijun stared straight at Xinghe's back until he disappeared from sight.

The color fades in an instant.

The world is back to black and white.

"See you tomorrow." He Zhijun repeated.

He began to think, how to pursue Fu Xinghe?

He Zhijun secretly encouraged himself.

"come on!"

"Tonight was a very good start."

The author has something to say: you stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people who look at the scenery look at you upstairs. The bright moon decorates your windows, you decorate other people's dreams. —Bian Zhilin

This time it's a story of [misplacement and asymmetrical thinking]~

I have a good rest~ How are you guys doing these two days?

I still look forward to your collection and comments, thank you for your company and encouragement.