I am particularly concerned about the reminder sound.

Qingsu couldn't hide her excitement and sat up. Instead of replying to his Aite, she probably hadn't seen it yet. She posted it on Weibo. It was a realistic black and white painting of a sea of ​​peonies.

He had seen her previous paintings. This painting was very similar to those paintings, but it gave people a different feeling. In the front, it looked like a specimen ready to appear, but today's painting gives people a sense of depression. It is very obscure and may not even be connected.

I can't even notice the painting.

The date of the painting is today. Did Internet trolls influence her?

The brain prompted him to find her and contact her. Qingsu was already worried about people and allowed the brain to send her a message for the first time.

°:Are you okay?

After Xing Zhaizhai handed out the scarves, he just noticed that the person he was following was Aite. When he saw it was Qing Suette, he was a little surprised. Apart from their interactions on the set, and except for the celebration party, they had no contact at all outside the show.

Before she could think of how to reply to him, a WeChat message popped up. After joining WeChat for so long, this message was the first interaction between the two.

.:[Picture] Not bad, enjoying the flowers.

Xing Zhaizhai took a random photo of peonies and sent it to him. The wheelchair stopped under the shade of the willow tree, turned around, and saw the artificial lake behind him, looking at the white swans in the lake in trance.

The dappled sunshine fell on her body, and the breeze passed by, as if dancing.

Aunt Yun looked at the quiet and picturesque person with uncontrollable pity in her eyes. Miss Xing was like an angel who had lost her wings, staying in the world and living in a carefully decorated cage.

【Zai Zai...】

Zai Zai was a little off today. Sunflower's first reaction was that the original idea had not been completely eliminated. He had checked inside and out and there was nothing wrong. He was still concerned about Zai Zai's condition.

Hearing that Kuikui was caring about her, Xing Zhaizhai gently poked its soft face with his index finger, smiling brightly.

What happened to her just now? What happened to her recently?

Is it the sequelae? Or is it the body's subconscious...

"Aunt Yun, go back."

She was afraid that she would lose control if she continued to stay, so Xing Zhaizhai asked Aunt Yun to push her back to the study and read a book for some quiet time.

"Thank you Aunt Yun, please go out."

Aunt Yun smiled and shook her head, and went out first. The three bodyguards looked at each other and followed her out. The door was ajar, so they could detect any movement in time.

Xing Zhaizhai picked up a book and read it at random. Now she just wanted to immerse herself in something to distract herself and not stay in her own world of thinking.

Sunflower paid attention to Zai Zai's every move and said cautiously: [Zai Zai, are you... anxious...? 】

Xing Zhaizhai's head went blank after being asked, transparent beads poured out of his eye sockets one by one, and his lips trembled up and down.

"Zhai Zhai?!!"

Qingsu was waiting for the news. Suddenly, someone appeared next to her. He couldn't care less about the shock, and his heart ached when he saw her looking lost in tears. He couldn't help but hug her, comfort her and call her softly over and over again.

"Zhai Zhai."

"Zhai Zhai, I'm here."

"Zhai Zhai..."

Xing Zhaizhai was dumbfounded in his arms, trapped in his own world.

What happened to yourself?

What happened suddenly?

So sad...

What is she sad about?

Are you sad about something?

Someone kept calling her name in her ears.

Who is calling her?

Sunflower floated in front of Zai Zai's eyes worriedly, trying his best to attract Zai Zai's attention.

It was obviously normal when I was painting, so why did it suddenly change?

Xing Zhaizhai woke up from being called over and over again, and realized that someone was hugging him. He pushed away in a panic and took a closer look.
Chapter completed!