Please fall in love with a dangerous god

Many fans also found new attention on their big list: [Huh?Wow!Whoa...is this? a big object? 】

[I guess so!But? This is a new trumpet? 】

But this guy is very aloof, with 0 microblogs on the homepage, and the list only focuses on dispersion and refraction.Only the Weibo profile picture and background are signatures of Dispersion Refraction.

Fan: ...I somehow feel like I'm addicted to it.

Yu Zhehong calmed down in the dark? His heart was beating, and he raised his head to face the wall.

Boyin is just across the wall, and he will? Lying on the bed like himself? Looking at the screen?

I'm afraid not? Teacher Bo should be sitting upright, looking down at the phone.

Yu Zhehong quietly changed the "remark" [Teacher Platinum], he stared at these three characters for a while, and fell asleep contentedly.

A few days passed in a blink of an eye, and soon it was New Year's Eve.

Yu Zhehong has been particularly excited since the morning. He opened his eyes before 7 o'clock in the morning, quickly put on his clothes and knocked on the door next door: "Mr. Bo, Happy New Year!"

He usually wakes up later than Bo Yin, and this is the first time today.But standing at the door for a few seconds, Yu Zhehong felt the cold belatedly and sneezed.

Why is it so cold?

The bottom of the glass is in a warm zone, above the head? There are still cherry blossoms blooming on the ground, not to mention the underground? There is a system to control the temperature all year round. How can it be as cold as below zero? It seems...

Just as he was thinking, the door opened, and a warm and heavy coat was put on him? "It's the temperature control system."

Yu Zhehong poked her head out of the furry coat, stretched out her hands, and said in surprise, "Why didn't I know?"

He realized the intention of cooling down: it was to reflect the festive atmosphere of the New Year.

Bo Yin leaned down slightly, tied a scarf on him again, and said: "Since the day before yesterday, there has been a notice board."

Yu Zhehong: "..."

I see, he never paid attention to the sign.They are outsiders, and they have not received unified news on their mobile phones.

He raised his chin and asked Boyin to tie a scarf for him, blinked, and then took out a scarf from his small bag and pulled Boyin to wrap it around him.

Bo Yin acted as if the pause button had been pressed.Yu Zhehong carefully tied a scarf knot, he was light blue, and Boyin was light pink, the same as when he was in Sensi Island that day.A flash of pink brought Boyin's cool temperament down. Yu Zhehong laughed out loud, wrapped his arms around Boyin's neck and said, "Let's take a selfie!"

There was a picture of the two of them next to each other in the selfie frame, probably because half of Yu Zhehong's face was hidden in the scarf, and the camera's cat stickers recognized Boyin's face.With his expressionless face, it was very contrasting.

Yu Zhehong clicked the shutter button, laughing so hard that his stomach hurts.Bo Yin straightened up, Yu Zhehong said to him behind his back: "Mr. Bo, wait for me to beautify you?"

In fact, the two of them didn't need beauty. Yu Zhehong didn't know why, so he opened a separate photo album and put this photo together with the one they took in the colorful umbrella city. .Speaking of which, there are only two photos of them together. Yu Zhehong has never been in the habit of taking pictures as souvenirs, and suddenly feels a little regretful at this moment.

After saving it, he said with a guilty conscience: "Let's go out quickly and see if there are any New Year decorations for sale!"

Boyin's eyes fell on him gently, and he pushed open the door and said, "The announcement said that there will be a market."

As soon as you step out of the street, you will see artificial snowflakes in succession.

Although there are wood elves from all over the world gathered in Liulizhidi, the location is closest to Huaguo, and Chinese nationality also accounts for more than 60% of Huaguo. Therefore, Yu Zhehong can see it at a glance? There is a strong sense of the year here, and the streets On the decorations? There are also many handwritten "Fu" characters.

"Teacher Bo, do you know our customs?" Yu Zhehong said excitedly, "We are going to post couplets today, I want to buy a couplet and write it myself!"

The Liuli Square has changed from the style of the previous days. It is full of red and black stalls, and the wooden goddess statue in the center is also covered with clothes... a big red flower padded jacket in the northeast style.

Yu Zhehong: "..."

This is too much mix and match!

Yu Zhehong bought it all the way, couplets, blessing characters, small lanterns, window grilles, melon seeds, snacks... There is always a big bag of bits and pieces.

On the way, I ran into Bai Jia and Luo Luo. Luo Luo ran ahead with a small bag of rabbits on her shoulders, and Bai Jia followed behind with a huge package on her back: "Okay, how many more things do you want to buy?"

The couplets in the hotel are all uniform, and Yu Zhehong bought them for decoration in Chinnes.When he passed by the train platform, he saw that small couplets and blessing characters were pasted on the train gate, and the conductor lady would send a smiling "Happy New Year" to everyone passing by.

Chinnes, White Tower.

Yu Zhehong on rice paper? Practiced a few times, spread out the red paper on the writing half, and then handed the pen to Bo Yin: "Teacher Bo, you can write the other half."

He has seen? Bo Yin's handwriting, very nice?.The couplets written in the two handwriting may be neither fish nor fowl, but Yu Zhehong wants to combine them.

Bo Yin took the brush and hesitated for a while.He has never used a pen that looks like this, and it looks weird when he holds it up.It was the first time for Yu Zhehong to see Mr. Bo doing something clumsily, and said with a smile, "That's how you take it. Teacher Bo, look at me."

He motioned, Boyin looked at him and said, "I don't know how to do it."

Yu Zhehong did not suspect him, thought for a while, and said: "Then you take it, and I will correct it."

Bo Yin's posture of holding the pen this time was even more awkward than before, and Yu Zhehong held his hand to correct it.His ears were red, and he said, "You try it?"

Boyin picked up a pen and wrote two characters on the rice paper.

Yu Zhehong: "..."

What's going on, logically speaking, it shouldn't be so bad?

A little suspicion arose in his heart, thinking that it might be Teacher Bo's love routine again, but Boyin's eyes were very calm and normal, so he had to write the next couplet? try?"

Bo Yin followed him and wrote it again, and the effect was immediate, which can be said to be a perfect copy.Yu Zhehong frowned again: "This is too much like what I wrote, it doesn't have your own style, Mr. Bo."

The so-called handwriting is like a person, and Yu Zhehong's handwriting is a bit ostentatious, which is not suitable for Bo Yin.He has seen before? Bo Yin writes Chinese, which is not the case.

Boyin lowered his eyes and watched him continue to write two characters without telling Yu Zhehong that the human handwriting he learned was all randomly selected copybooks for imitation, and he could finish it without the slightest difference, writing the same The words are exactly the same.

From this "angle", Yu Zhehong's eyelashes are very long, his lips are slightly pursed, and his eyes are very focused.His hand was born? It is used to hold a pen, and there is a beautiful sense of rhythm when writing.

"Okay." After finishing writing, he handed the pen to Bo Yin again, his eyes expectant.

Bo Yin paused for a long time this time before slowly writing.

Yu Zhehong keenly noticed that Boyin's characters this time were different from what he peeked at last time.The strokes are extremely standard, but the strokes are a bit harsh.

The couplet he chose was very clichéd, "Heshun has a hundred blessings, and the word "safety" is worth a thousand gold", and horizontally criticized "Vientiane renewal".

After Bo Yin finished writing, he wrote it again on the red paper.The same word twice, there are subtle differences.

Yu Zhehong didn't notice it, but said happily: "It looks good, I'll post it outside!"

But Boyin looked at his two lines. His attention was distracted for a moment. He originally thought that he would not know how to write after completely forgetting the copybook he had practiced.He even wrote the language of God exactly like the Mother Goddess.

The White Pagoda is simple and cold, but now the door is pasted with a red paper with only a few dollars, forcing Ge to surrender. It is similar to the statue of a goddess in a floral jacket.

Yu Zhehong didn't know who he was comforting: "It's okay, just want a good atmosphere today."

White Tower: "..."

Boyin looked at it quietly for a while, and said, "I want another snowfall."

Yu Zhehong nodded, and as soon as the god's words fell, fine snow particles floated down.

……

During the day, the two spent time at the bottom of the glazed glass, and at night they returned to Chinnes.Because fireworks cannot be set off at the bottom of the glass, and Yu Zhehong feels that if he misses it, he will? It's a pity.

Boyin drove Chinness to the human city of Huaguo.

Under the night, the neon lights are flashing, and the red of the Spring Festival is everywhere.Vientiane is renewed on this day, and people on the ground lit fireworks and cheered, and colorful sparks lit up the night sky.

No one saw the huge city of Chinnes under the invisible formation.There is no snow in the southern city this year, but in this mechanical city, there is heavy snowfall. There are two people standing on the viewing platform, only a stone's throw away from the fireworks in the sky.

Bo Yin stood on a high place overlooking, the night wind blew his clothes.

The Protoss has no holidays, because their lives are too long, and "one year" is too small a unit for them, and a year is not enough for them who are almost frozen. Will? What changes.

Yu Zhehong put a section of firecrackers on the edge of the viewing platform?, leaned over to ignite the fuze, and then quickly pulled Boyin and pushed it ten meters away.

"Teacher Bo, cover your ears!" Yu Zhehong put on his hairy earmuffs and smiled, but before he finished speaking, the firecrackers exploded, drowning his voice.Bo Yin didn't move, and looked back at him, Yu Zhehong said loudly: "Teacher Bo, put your head down!"

Platinum Yin didn't know why, so he bent down obediently.

A pair of hands covered his ears, the gloves were warm and soft to the touch.

The array is now in a one-way sound shielding mode, and outside sounds can hinder Chinnes from entering.Almost at the same time—maybe it was an auspicious time—the ground also burst into bursts of firecrackers, crackling, and continuing to a long distance.

Bo Yin was stunned.A piece of golden fireworks was reflected in Yu Zhehong's eyes, and in an instant, his eyes seemed to be filled with a world full of fiery trees and silver flowers.

Yu Zhehong smiled and opened his mouth to say something.

Bo Yin suddenly remembered something.

I don’t know how many years ago, he actually stepped out of Chinnes on New Year’s Eve, looking at the human city below from a height.It was the same that day, but he just felt noisy.

He could hear countless voices, those human beings prayed and blessed on this day, and there were also countless quarrels, but the overall mood was positive and uplifting, clearly showing his own happiness, which made him feel Extremely irritable.He originally wanted to do something that day, but inexplicably dismissed the idea after hearing a voice.

It was a middle-aged human being, holding a wine bottle and stumbling in the alley, sitting on the ground watching the fireworks, getting drunk and complaining: "What year is it? What's so good about being alone?"

He would never know that the God of Machines had listened to his complaints and had withdrawn his killing intent.

——"One year" is too small a unit for the Protoss. What can happen during this time? What is worth celebrating?

Countless voices came into the ears, and the hustle and bustle of the world remained the same as before.But at this moment, it was quiet for Bo Yin, the noise was covered with both hands, he only heard Yu Zhehong say:

"Happy New Year, Teacher Bo, I will continue to be with you in the next year!"

The author has something to say: one more correction is being written.

I think the atmosphere at the end of this chapter is too good, so I want to get stuck here!