Verdant Paint Bucket Essence

Walking on the road was a boy wearing an emerald green T-shirt, his face and exposed arms were all white.

What a good-looking boy, why is his aesthetic so strange?The emerald green color makes people who pass by the boy feel a little hot.

The boy who didn't know he had been complained about his aesthetics rubbed his elbows while walking, his delicate brows knit together.

"It hurts so much, that driver, it's really, really too much!"

The little paint bucket spirit complained softly while rubbing his elbow.

I stayed on the side of the road obediently, waiting for the sanitation workers to take me away, and I didn't roll around, blocking anyone's way.The driver actually ran over with his car.

"Curse him, curse him...the car was splashed with paint!" The little paint bucket spirit frowned and said the most vicious curse he felt.

When a car with a somewhat old appearance drove through a section of the road, it honked its horn impatiently because of the congestion, accidentally scaring the passers-by.The passer-by shook his hand and couldn't hold the paint bucket in his hand, and the whole bucket of paint was poured on the rear of the car.

The little paint bucket stood at the crossroads with a confused face under the scorching sun. Just now, he was angry because he was bumped and hurt. He thought that he would go to the recycling plant to go to the head office, but... how to get to the recycling plant?

The little paint bucket looked up and looked at the sign on the road sign, Qilin Road, Zhongshan North Road, Xihua Avenue, which road is the way to the recycling plant?

The little paint bucket touched his face, he is a good bucket, made of pure iron!So it's very hot in the sun.The little paint bucket fanned his face with his hands, trying to dissipate heat.

"Ah, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" The little paint bucket was a little confused from the sun, and accidentally bumped into someone.

"It's okay." The voice of the person who was knocked down was low.

The little paint bucket looked up at the person he hit, thinking that if the driver hadn't crushed him with his car, he might be as tall as this person.

"It's you!" The little paint bucket smiled. He knew this person, and it was this person who used him up.

Seeing the familiar look of Xiao Paint, Xin Yuan frowned incredulously. He would never know a person with such weird taste. Who is he?

"Thank you, you have emptied me out." The little paint bucket had been inexplicably conscious since it left the factory. At that time, he had a great wish to be a good paint!

Being able to be completely used up by humans is his lifelong pursuit.So when Xin Yuan used him up little by little, he only felt that although he was about to die, he had completed a life of paint anyway, and closed his eyes in relief.

After waking up, I realized that I was a paint bucket spirit, not a paint spirit.But even so, he was very grateful to Xin Yuan.

Xin Yuan couldn't help frowning when he heard the words of the little paint bucket. Nine out of ten men in the design industry are gay. It's true that he is a gay, but even if he has sex after drinking, he will never dress so hotly. People, so is this person here to take the opportunity to touch porcelain?

"Who are you?" Xin Yuan asked.

"I'm the paint bucket!" The little paint bucket thought how lucky it was that it could exchange names with humans before it went to the recycling bin.

"You Qitong?" Xin Yuan thought of a Party A who had caused him a lot of headaches recently, also surnamed You, named You Facai.

Looking at Xiao Qiqi's emerald green body, thinking of You Facai's design requirements, it is possible that they are father and son.

"Why are you here?" Xin Yuan asked.

"I can't find my way." Xiao Qiqi smiled sweetly at Xin Yuan, revealing two deep dimples.

Sure enough, Xin Yuan is a good person, and he still cares about himself!

"Then you and I go to the studio, your dad will be here in a while." Xin Yuan was dazzled by You Qitong's smile, this sweet boy type completely fits his aesthetics.

Xin Yuan felt his heart beating a little violently, and immediately looked at the emerald green clothes You Qitong was wearing to calm himself down.

"Oh, okay." The little paint bucket man didn't know what happened to Xin Yuan's father, but he knew that the studio was air-conditioned.

It's too hot outside, the little paint bucket spirit wants to find a place to hide, and go to the recycling bin when the weather cools down at night.

Listening to the little paint bucket's fine footsteps following behind him, Xin Yuan felt that as long as the clothes on You Qitong's body were not so emerald green.If I change the color, even if I add a little white to make it milky green, I'm afraid I will fall in love with him.