Destiny's Son is fascinated by me

【alarm!There is a data anomaly on the plane numbered A3047. 】

[It has been submitted to the Cosmic Alliance, and the plane repair program will be launched. 】

[The task has been transferred to the Luck Protection Office, please protect the plane as soon as possible. 】

"The No. 26 defender Fu Xinghe has accepted the mission and will go to the A3047 plane to defend the child of luck."

After the last world ended, 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 asked Wei Chu up and down.

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

Xinghe knew his best friend too well, "You used the old method again? Leave the world directly or pretend to be sick and dead?"

"You don't care, as long as it's easy to use." Wei Chu still didn't care.

"Just keep your mouth shut, who is the one who has to go back every time?"

"Don't say it's the bonus from 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 life to age, together for a lifetime, hand in hand towards death.

"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 gulp at a time.

Xinghe went to clink glasses playfully.

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

"I think it's very good. Every world has vast mountains and rivers, and the humanities and customs are different."

"If you can walk across the great rivers and rivers, you will pass down the beauty and beauties as an eternal and immortal art."

"It's also a blessing."

Xinghe hugged Wei Chu's shoulder again.

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

"Wei Chu, you are my friend. I also hope you can be happy."

"Di-di-body scan."

"Physical condition is good, release is allowed."

"The target is the A3047 plane, and the time is going back. Please wait patiently, the defenders."

"The Son of Luck has been located, and it is ready to be released nearby. Please be careful of the defenders."

Xinghe was carrying a drawing board on his back, carrying a paint bucket, and wearing a colorful shirt, with a little chirp tied low.

"Where is this? There are a lot of flowers blooming."

The sea of ​​flowers stretches, attracted by the scenery in front of him, Xinghe chose a place with a wide view.

He opened the easel, carefully mixed the desired color on the palette, and applied it on the canvas with strokes.

Too indulging in the colorful world, trying to keep the moment.

Xinghe raised his hand to tidy up the fallen hair, not knowing the passage of time, until the light dimmed, he realized that it had been a long time.

Feeling unfinished, Xinghe sighed before getting up to pack his things.

broken!

Forget about the son of luck.

Xinghe suddenly remembered the purpose of his visit.

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

But when I thought of myself as a painter, my guilty conscience 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, matching black and white, in a sea of ​​colorful flowers, but it was as ancient and profound as an ink painting.

The golden flash data flow wrapped around him.

Be loved by heaven.

The man walked towards Xinghe step by step, he had a classical temperament, his legs were slender, 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 his sharp little canine teeth.

"I know you, you are He Zhijun."

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

Xinghe stretched out his right hand.

"I'm Fu Xinghe, a painter."

——First time meeting, He Zhijun, hello.

——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 into a family of artists, and the family has been famous painters for generations.

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

As soon as He Zhijun was born, he was highly expected by his family and the outside world, and was recognized as the successor of this art family.

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

Although he followed 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 parents of the He family knew.

Although unable to perceive color, He Zhijun has formed a strong personal characteristic by virtue of this special feature.

His music is like a traditional Chinese painting landscape, although it has only black and two colors, but there are thick and light, clear layers, and profound artistic conception.

He was also 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 popular songs or classical music, the classics that can be passed down through the ages often make people feel immersive.

You can see the strong red sunset, the endless blue deep sea, and the golden grain piles.

Or holding hands with the person you like, the grand fireworks reflected in your eyes.

But He Zhijun's music has no color.

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

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

But Fu Xinghe is different, he is a surprise sent by heaven, he is the protector of He Zhijun's life.

Fu Xinghe is He Zhijun's color.

He Zhijun was invited to come to this flower sea scenic spot together with people in the industry.

The others all joined together, marveling at the beauty and bursting with inspiration.

He Zhijun was alone. He looked around and lowered his head in a lack of interest. He just concentrated on moving his fingers to exercise his dexterity and pass the time.

Seeing that the crowd would not finish watching in a short time, he simply slipped out alone, walking and stopping.

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

He Zhijun plucked the flower and sniffed it, but there was no smell.

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

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

Sudden.

A silhouette sitting and drawing came into his eyes.

at the same time.

With the man as the center, it spreads to the surroundings, and thousands of colors have their appearances.

The blue sky and white clouds, the man's black hair was blown by the breeze, the paint was stained on his fingertips, and he accidentally rubbed it on his left cheek.

Red flowers and green leaves, red orange, blue and purple are trampled under his feet.

The man's side face is demure, his eyelashes are trembling, he occasionally frowns in distress, and suddenly he lowers his head to dip in the paint tray with bright eyes.

He Zhijun stood where he was.

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

The bright moon adorns your windows, and you adorn other people's dreams.

It wasn't until Fu Xinghe started tidying up the utensils and was about to leave that He Zhijun stepped forward nervously.

He stood in front of Fu Xinghe, and before he could speak, he saw the man stretching out his hand to him with frowning eyebrows.

He heard his name uttered out of his mouth.

"So he knows me?"

He Zhijun's heart beat like thunder.

"Hi, 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 great interest.

"Is it a flower?"

Xinghe suddenly approached He Zhijun and took the little flower pinned to his collar.

Sniffing lightly, "There is no smell."

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

Xinghe waved the flower in front of He Zhijun's eyes again, smiling and showing his pointed canine teeth.

"But it's my kind of red."

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

Fu Xinghe replied seriously, "It's red, red is the most enthusiastic color."

"A red rose is a symbol of love."

Xinghe wanted to pin the little flower on He Zhijun's neckline again.

"I like red too."

He Zhijun intercepted Xiaohua, and gently inserted it into Xinghe's little Jiujiu.

"Do you like red too?"

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

But well.

Xinghe pulled a piece of dogtail grass from the ground and hung it by He Zhijun's ear.

He smiled badly, "Reciprocity is a courtesy."

He Zhijun didn't take it seriously, and suddenly reached out to wipe Xinghe's left cheek, "There is paint."

"What color is it?" Xinghe deliberately teased He Zhijun.

"It's the color of your trousers."

"What about this one?" Xinghe casually pointed again.

"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 Fu Xinghe.

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

It is Fu Xinghe.

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

Xinghe stared at He Zhijun pitifully.

——Take me in.

Zhijun He could not suppress his joy, "I have booked a hotel."

—Come back with me.

"Is your bed big enough?" Xing He then hinted.

——Invite me to sleep together.

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

- Don't squeeze him.

Xinghe sighed.

Sooner or later, you will have to express your true feelings with your own mouth.

He made up his mind.

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

Xinghe became 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 at the border of friends.

He didn't know what he did wrong.

It should be that the hotel was booked too small, and Xinghe was wronged.

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 organizer of the event.

After a while Xinghe sees that he has a bigger room, maybe he will smile kindly at me again.

Will keep this in mind in future!

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

He Zhijun recovered a little spirit.

hotel.

"You reserved another room for me?" Xing He opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

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

His face was flattering and complacent, "Do you like it?"

"I like it." Xinghe remained 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 remained expressionless.

——Haha, I really don’t live anymore.

Xinghe turned and left angrily.

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

The color fades away in an instant.

The world returns to black and white.

"See you tomorrow." He Zhijun repeated.

He began to think, how should he pursue Fu Xinghe?

He Zhijun secretly encouraged himself.

"come on!"

"Tonight is off to a very good start."

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

This time it’s a story of [misplacement and unequal thinking]~

I'm resting~ How are you guys doing these two days?

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