Verdant Paint Bucket Essence

The little paint bucket spirit and grandpa squatted outside like thieves, and finally waited until the empty rose red paint bucket that they had been thinking about was taken out.

Grandpa pulled the small paint bucket by the collar and hurried to the empty bucket, for fear that the bucket would be picked up by someone in a while, and another soul drift would be staged.

"Come on, listen up." When Grandpa put on a straight face to teach others, he looked fierce.

"En." Little Paint Bucket nodded obediently.

"Close your eyes." Grandpa taught step by step.

The little paint bucket obediently closed its eyes.

Taking advantage of the small paint bucket, Grandpa secretly poked the dimple at the corner of his mouth.

Grandpa Xin's hands had been itching for a long time, but in order to maintain the dignity of the elders, he never did it.

"Imagine your soul body as water, and you can shape it at will." The contented Grandpa Xin continued to teach.

Little Paint Bucket nodded with his eyes closed, and instantly turned into a puddle of water, his face was spread into a lump, and his nose almost flowed down to his neck, which shocked Grandpa Xin.

The level of comprehension is really frighteningly high. Grandpa Xin stabilized his voice and continued, "Jump into the paint bucket."

The little paint bucket spirit with her eyes closed didn't know where the rose-red paint bucket was, and grandpa didn't say to open her eyes. The little paint bucket spirit could only dance around based on her own feelings and memories.

Seeing that the paint bucket essence that turned into water was about to flow into the sewer, Grandpa hurriedly yelled to stop.

"Open your eyes and jump into the bucket."

"Oh, ok!" The little paint bucket spirit finally entered the paint bucket smoothly.The paint was not cleaned when the family was renovating, and the small liquid paint bucket was stained with rose-red paint left on the walls.

"Then it gradually becomes molecules, and you feel your body completely attached to the barrel, and every part of the barrel is conquered by you."

Grandpa was directing outside, watching the liquid paint bucket essence that was full in the bucket gradually disappear and become an empty bucket.

Suddenly the empty barrel jumped a few times on the spot, and a muffled voice came from inside the barrel: "Grandpa! Grandpa! Look at me!"

This name sounds a bit weird.

"Grandpa, I succeeded!"

The paint bucket rolls happily on the spot a few times.

"Okay, stop making trouble, you will soon become human." Grandpa was afraid that his lovely granddaughter-in-law's nose had grown to her neck, so he couldn't help but want to check it quickly.

"Okay."

With a bang, the little paint bucket spirit turned into a human.

A fair boy in a bright pink T-shirt.The bright rose red is more eye-catching under the sunlight, and also makes the boy's skin fairer.

Grandpa suddenly noticed that there was a red spot on the little paint bucket man's hand, like a birthmark, and it was faintly red: "What's going on?" Grandpa pointed to the red mark on the little paint bucket man's hand,

"Oh, this is probably because the paint on the bottom of the bucket was not cleaned, so it got on my body." The little paint bucket spirit replied.

"Don't change the bucket easily in the future." Grandpa imagined a small paint bucket essence with red patches, yellow patches, and green patches in his mind.

"Hmm." The little paint bucket spirit thought this bucket was very good, it was a little taller than the original one, and he felt that he had grown taller.

Grandpa is planning to let the little paint bucket spirit go to find his grandson with him, and let him be the translator to express to his grandson, don't burn some weird things again!A phone call came in.

"Hey, old man Liu, what are you doing?" Grandpa answered the phone.

"Borrow a car? Wait a minute. I have the key. I'll go back now." Although grandpa can't drive, there are always grandpas around who can.It's just that this is a car given by my precious grandson. Grandpa is quite worried that the car will be borrowed by others, so every time someone asks him to borrow a car, he will sit in the co-pilot to supervise.

"I have something to do, let's go first, take care of yourself!" Grandpa and the little paint bucket spirit waved their hands, thinking that anyway, the little paint bucket spirit would go back to find his grandson, and then he would go directly to his grandson's house and wait for them. good.

The little paint bucket spirit kept waving at Grandpa, and didn't put it down until he could no longer see his back.

In the whole world, it seemed that there was only Little Paint Bucket Man left.

Without Xin Yuan and Grandpa, Little Paint Bucket didn't know where he should go.

recycle bin?

Grandpa said that it is a gift from nature that the paint bucket can become a spirit. Being recycled is not the only result, but to find ways to do more things to repay the gods that exist in the dark.

The little paint bucket stood against the sun, not knowing where to go.

After thinking about it, he still decided to sneak a look at Xin Yuan first.

The little paint bucket stood on the road opposite the studio, looking at the studio from a distance.

The studio door is closed.

Is Xin Yuan going out?The little paint bucket jumped up and down, trying to see what was inside through the glass window.

Xin Yuan, who came back with a bucket of paint, didn't notice the bright pink boy across the road. The new client asked for a combination of dark green and dark blue this time.

Xin Yuan decided to paint a new wall with green letters on a blue background.

The little paint bucket spirit looked sad at Xin Yuan holding two buckets of paint in his hands.

He has a new bucket.

Xin Yuan entered the studio, looked at the two buckets of paint on the ground, and missed that green little fellow You Qitong.

Wait, Xin Yuan suddenly thought.

When You Qitong turns into a bucket, the pattern on the bucket is the same as that of the clothes. Does this mean that the paint bucket is actually not wearing clothes?

Thinking of returning to the studio with two "naked|men" in his hands, Xin Yuan suddenly felt a little bad.

He quickly tore two pieces of paper and stood on the barrel, and was careful when sticking the papers with tape to prevent his hands from touching the barrel.

As soon as the favorite barrel dies, it's too immoral to spy on and touch the flesh of other barrels.

The author has something to say:

Xin Yuan: Don't look at evil, don't look at evil, fat times should be posted here

Paint Bucket Man: We are not, we are not, we do not run naked