Why is the NPC Frightened By Me Again [Infinite Stream]

"I don't believe that there is any woman in this world who would not make a declaration to break up with her boyfriend after seeing her boyfriend lying on the bed with another man naked... um..." Chu Tianshu suddenly revealed An excited smile, "Am I ready?"

Chu Tianshu was holding the dog's body, paralyzed on the sofa in the posture of Ge You, playing with his mobile phone with both paws.

His eyes were bright, as if he was looking for something. Not long after, the voice of "Husband, say something, husband!!" came from the phone.

Lin Huai:  …

...I shouldn't have asked him for advice. Lin Huai thought silently.

Chu Tianshu: "Do you think it can't be done?"

Chu Tianshu's expression is really unbelievable. The blue veins on Lin Huai's forehead jumped: "Are you serious?"

Chu Tianshu: "I love you, and I am willing to bear the pain of being misunderstood for you. Mamada."

Lin Huai:  …

Finally, he smiled.

"...But you are a dog now." He said briskly, scratching Chu Tianshu's head, "So, let me bear this pain for you."

Chu Tianshu: ? ? ?

Lin Huai saw Chu Tianshu spray on the spot.

He stood up from the sofa almost instantly, all the hair on his body exploded: "No!"

Lin Huai raised an eyebrow.

Chu Tianshu: "No no no no no no no no!!!"

"But I love you." Lin Huai said, "I am willing to bear this pain for you."

Chu Tianshu: "No no no!!!"

Lin Huai: "Then you can do it? Hmm? I want to go, what can you do?"

Chu Tianshu:  …

He was suddenly deflated and slumped on the sofa. After a while, he got off the sofa, bit Lin Huai's clothes, and raised his face pitifully: "I will cry."

Lin Huai: "..."

Chu Tianshu: "Woooooo."

Lin Huai: "..."

Chu Tianshu pinched his throat: "Wife, say something, wife!"

The corners of Lin Huai's mouth twitched, but in the end he was defeated by his shamelessness.

"Knock knock knock."

There was a knock on the glass window, and Lin Huai followed the sound to see that the person who appeared outside the window turned out to be a painter.

Different from the other residents of the group of demons. In the past nearly twenty days, only this painter has lived a fairly normal life.

He goes out to parties normally and is kind to people. He will open the door for everyone, even in the elevator, and will press the "keep open" button until the last person enters the elevator.

Everyone raved about him, everyone thought he was handsome. Lin Huai once inquired about the painter with the 601 woman, and all he got were compliments.

"...A person who doesn't have a good relationship with him? An enemy?" Female 601 thought for a long time and shook her head, "I don't know...I think everyone has a good relationship with him?"

"Love art, be gentle, be kind to people, be personable, and care about health and public affairs... If every neighbor is like him, then the world will definitely be a better place." 601 women finally concluded.

Lin Huai also asked several other neighbors who could communicate normally, and the answers were similar.

However, in this ghost-filled apartment, "normal" itself is a kind of abnormal.

And for some reason, Lin Huai always felt that the way this person looked at him was strange.

Lin Huai opened the window: "Is something wrong?"

Outside the window, the painter's smile was still very gentle: "I'll pick up the courier."

After speaking, he took the initiative to add: "The previous paint has been used up."

Lin Huai handed him the cardboard box. The moment he handed over the cardboard box, the painter suddenly said, "You have a little ink on your chin."

Lin Huai glanced at his own shadow in the glass and realized that it should have been left when he was writing the express register. He said casually: "Just wipe it."

The painter smiled and suddenly stretched out his finger...

The moment his fingertips could brush Lin Huai's chin, a black and white hairy shadow jumped up.

"Wang!!!"

painter:…………

Lin Huai: …………

The Husky jumped up and licked Lin Huai's chin, taking away the ink. At the same time, it turned around and gave the painter a stern look.

"Pooh!!"

It made a vomit-like sound, and then jumped off the table.

painter:……

Lin Huai:  …

"The dog you raise is very lively." The painter quickly sorted out his expression, and he looked considerate again, "It reminds me of the elves in the mountains, and it looks like a small flame. You You know? Inspiration is sometimes a little flame. These little flames come together and form..."

Lin Huai: "Explosion, art is explosion?"

painter:……

He smiled slightly: "You are really interesting. I like interesting people. They are like stars, shining stars. These stars make up the starry sky, and the starry sky shines. The source of inspiration for every artist is Such a universe..."

Chu Tianshu let out a "vomit" under the desk.

Lin Huai gently kicked it with his toes, more like a frictional comfort than a kick. With a look of admiration on his face, he continued: "The starry sky, what an elegant metaphor."

The painter nodded slightly: "Each star has a unique soul. After these souls become art, they have greater value."

Lin Huai: "Art?"

Looking at Lin Huai's curious appearance, the painter raised his mouth slightly, and felt a little satisfied in his heart: "The human body is three-dimensional, but no one can clearly explain the dimension of the soul. What an artist can do is to The soul, expressed in two dimensions..."

Lin Huai: "I roughly understand what you mean."

The painter smiled and nodded.

"So art is a two-way foil and a dimensionality reduction attack." Lin Huai commented, "The singer is the greatest artist ever..."

painter:……

Chu Tianshu let out uncontrollable laughter from under the desk.

Lin Huai was in a slightly better mood when he saw the painter petrochemical. As an art worker who believes that explosion is art, what he hates most is this kind of painter's long and sour chatting behavior, which seems to be helping the author's hydrology.

"Actually, I've always been curious about art," Lin Huaixin said, "but when I was young... the conditions in my family were too poor."

As he spoke, he lowered his thick eyelashes, and under the eyelashes were a pair of sad eyes.

"...My parents divorced when I was nine years old. Although they often quarreled before the divorce, I even opened a bet with my friends about when they would divorce. I pressed the time to be eight years old." Lin Huai said casually. She said sadly, "On the day my mother left, I watched the taxi she left for a long time at the corner of the street, until she completely disappeared from my retina. I was very sad, when I realized that I needed to pay the little fat next door for my losing bet. After 100 yuan, I'm even more sad."

painter:……

... This story of parents' divorce is obviously worthy of sympathy, but why is the way this person tells it...

It is really unsympathetic! !

Lin Huai continued: "...From this sad experience, I realized that underestimating the endurance of adults is the reason for my failure. This sad experience has given me a little growth. Later, My father found a woman and said, she is my stepmother..."

"...The stepmother hates me very much. In the end, she wants to make room for her own children. They often quarrel. Later, I had to run away from home and go out to work. I didn't expect that the first time I worked, I fell into a black-hearted foreman. in hand..."

Chu Tianshu: ?

"Your plot..." He twitched the corners of his mouth.

"...He locked me in his house, oppressed me, squeezed me, tortured me, abused me, made me grow a lot of cavities... This is a history of blood and tears that I can't bear to look back on... Hiss..."

Something licked his ankle, and Lin Huai shuddered. He rested his right hand on the armrest of the seat, trying his best to maintain his expression.

Lin Huai continued expressionlessly: "I finally escaped from his hands... uh..."

Legs are itchy.

"However, I have never given up my pursuit of art. I love art." Lin Huai quickly concluded his statement.

After saying this, he kicked under the table, and the kicked latter stretched out his claws and hugged his ankle.

Lin Huai:  …

He made up his own tragic experience, and the painter also showed sympathy: "Yes, from the first time I met you, I knew that you are a person with a story. If you have time, you can come to my house to have a look. , I have a lot of paintings in my collection..."

Lin Huai said: "Speaking of paintings, I have also collected many paintings before. I can share them with you."

The painter came interested: "What kind of painting?"

"Four beauties." Lin Huai did not blink, "The painting is of four beauties, and the theme is plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum."

"Four beautiful pictures..."

The painter does not seem to have heard of Simeitu. However, he thought about it for a while, and then said, "I will wait for the bed."

Lin Huai: "Well, the couch is more troublesome, I'm afraid they won't be able to sit down."

painter:?

Despite some doubts, the artist and Lin Huai agreed to come to appreciate the paintings the next afternoon. After the painter boarded the elevator, Chu Tianshu, who had been huddled under the desk, also climbed out.

"...I don't know why." Lin Huai looked at this scene, and suddenly twitched the corners of his eyes, "I always feel that this scene is a bit incompatible with Jinjiang... What the **** did you do just now?"

"Black foreman? Huh?" Chu Tianshu smiled playfully, "Pressing you? Huh?"

Lin Huai: "Art processing."

Chu Tianshu: "Joking is not nonsense, and change is not making up."

Lin Huai:  …

He touched his nose and heard Chu Tianshu's voice again: "For example, the history of blood and tears, I only remember there were tears, but no blood."

Lin Huai was confused: "What are you talking about?"

Chu Tianshu: "At the same time, I admit that I am oppressed, but the one who oppresses...isn't it you?"

Lin Huai:  …

It took him three minutes to realize that Chu Tianshu was playing hooligans with him. Before he had time to become angry, the other party had already run away.

Lin Huai squatted behind the door and got angry for a while, and finally made a meaningful voice transmission to the other party.

"Whatever you want to say," he said casually, "Anyway, you're a dog now, so you can only pretend to be majestic."

Chu Tianshu:  …

Lin Huai beat his boyfriend, so he was triumphant and got four beautiful pictures the next day.

These four paintings are rolled together, and the whole body is **** and ominous. Even if Lin Huai held them in his hands, he could feel the resentment trembling in them.

He went up to the third floor and knocked on the painter's door. The painter opened the door with great joy.

He quickly noticed the scroll in Lin Huai's hand: "What is this?"

"You will like this thing." Lin Huai smiled, "It is a very powerful painting."

The author has something to say: Brother Chu: Didi, get in the car

Lin Lin: You can't.

Brother Chu: The dog is crying