The clear yellow rushed towards Xiang Nianrong like a splash of ink, but there was still some deviation. It landed on the corner of the clothes, stained a little, but the ground became a river, and the yellow was a little bright.
Xiang Nianrong is next to Huarong.
So Huarong didn't escape, and together with the suffering, the area was larger than Xiang Nianrong's. From the waist down, she was dressed in elegant bright red, without yellow.
"Xiang Ziyu!"
Huarong groaned coquettishly, and called out her full name, her eyes were as wide as copper bells, she was furious.
Xiang Ziyu shivered, looked at Huarong's bright red clothes dyed yellow, and began to panic, subconsciously took a few steps back, put his hands in front of him, and defended himself, "Rong'er, listen to me"
Huarong put her hips on her hips, looking fierce, "What did you say?!"
Xiang Ziyu swallowed his saliva, laughed dryly, and eased his nervousness, "Hehehehe, actually, I didn't do it on purpose. Do you believe me when I say I accidentally hurt you?"
Huarong raised one eyebrow, looked down at Xiang Ziyu condescendingly, those unkind eyes seemed to say, do you think I believe it or not? !
Xiang Ziyu was speechless and could only smile dryly, trying to ease the atmosphere.
On the other hand, Xiang Nianrong, who was watching the play, didn't think it was a big deal. He leisurely made sarcastic remarks, and the blow was fatal, "Just say Nianrong! How could the father be willing to splash Nianrong? Sure enough! The father did it by splashing Nianrong The words are aimed at the empress! It's just a pity that the clothes of the empress, this seems to be the one that the empress likes most"
As he spoke, he clicked his tongue twice, and looked at it, "Look at this, it's full of paint, I guess all the embroiderers from the Ministry of Internal Affairs can't save this dress, it's a pity"
Xiang Ziyu panicked when he heard it. What is adding fuel to the fire?
He kept signaling with his eyes, but unfortunately, how could that little girl Xiang Nianrong give up so easily when she seized the opportunity? !
Naturally, it was straightened to death.
Living up to her provocation, Xiang Ziyu could feel Huarong's anger and murderous intent rushing towards his face, strangling his throat, feeling as if he was suffocating.
Just as he was looking for a word of relief with a dry smile, Hua Rong didn't give him this chance, and directly grabbed the paint from the side, and poured it on Xiang Ziyu without saying a word, splashing it all over his body.
The jet-black ink, paired with the dazzling blood red, plus its own yellow color, the clothes are almost unreadable, and paired with Xiang Ziyu's dazed big cat face.
Huarong and Xiang Nianrong couldn't help laughing out loud, their mouths from ear to ear.
Nanny Li and Wang Qing who were waiting on the side also covered their mouths and smiled slightly. The emperor was eaten to death by the empress and the princess. Occasionally, he resisted once or twice, but it was all fake and fake. .
Xiang Nianrong smiled and pointed at Xiang Ziyu, "Mother! Mother! Do you think father is a clown?!"
Huarong burst out laughing, but couldn't close it, clutching her stomach, almost burst into tears, "It'sit'slike a clown, but it's more like a big cat. Flower cat!"
The two of them sang together, and they were overjoyed.
Rather, Xiang Ziyu, with a sullen face, stood helplessly in the paint, looking at the two crazy women.
"Is it that funny?"
"Nothat's not"
Hua Rong waved her hands, covered her stomach and said with a smile, "It's really funny, really! Nian Rong, don't you think so?"
Xiang Nianrong smiled and bent over, unable to speak.
After hesitating and hawing a few sentences, the laughter like a devil's voice blew out.
Xiang Ziyu's face turned black and black again, and suddenly, he grabbed two jars of paint and splashed them on his face, one blue and one blue, both sides pinched, and the clothes couldn't see the original color at all.
"Ha ha ha ha"
Seeing Huarong and Xiang Nianrong standing in the paint in a daze, Xiang Ziyu couldn't stop laughing and burst into tears.
"Let you laugh at me! Now, you're just like me! Look, you twohahahahahaha, I'm laughing to death"
Huarong and Xiang Nianrong looked at each other.
Revenge?
Report!
Agreed!
I didn't even leave time to be dazed and angry. I just grabbed the paint around me, didn't even look at any color, and just broke through it. For a while, the colors were colorful, and the colors were flying, blowing waves of colors, sweeping towards Xiangzi. Metaphor.
"Hey hey hey!"
Xiang Ziyu backed away in fright, but he was still a step too late, splashed all over his body, tender greenCyan, the blue of the sky, the elegant purple, the gorgeous blood red, and the jet-black ink are mixed together in a mess, intertwined, and blended together.
"You two!"
Xiang Ziyu's fighting spirit was instantly aroused, "Okay! Let's play! Let's make trouble! Let's see who has played with whom!"
As soon as the words fell, the two jars of paint shot back!
One move is fatal!
Naturally, Xiang Nianrong and Huarong were not the ones to admit defeat, they each picked up their guys and went head-on.
All of a sudden, all kinds of paints were flying, like the juice being squeezed out of water, and like waves rushing towards the face, with colors, rushing and sweeping.
Sudden accidents broke the peaceful life of the hero, the father who came back from the dead, the simulcast lines that were interspersed suddenly on TV, the flashing lights that fell from the sky and so on. They all told him that this so-called world is false, and only by escaping from here can he return to the real world.
To the male lead, the outside world is like a vast universe, far away and unknown, full of many risks; and here, there is everything he is familiar with, step-by-step life.
Staying or leaving is a dilemma.
Stay and enjoy the comfort, but you must always live in self-deception; leave and welcome the truth, you have to accept the wind and rain outside, you can't have both fish and bear's paw.
The director once warned the hero when he made the final decision: The outside world is also full of deception and hypocrisy, and even more, but here, you will have a stable life.
And this so-called stable life is the male protagonist's self-evasion, self-protection shell, a fortress built outside himself, blocking the wind and rain, and living a stable life in a small square inch. Thus losing the courage to face the wind and rain and dare to pursue dreams.
In reality, why don't we live in Truman's world? Wrap yourself up, for fear of experiencing a little wind and rain, for fear of experiencing a little twists and turns, so that you will be complacent and covet ease.
? Waiting to grow old, and then feeling the passage of time and the loss of dreams.
It's like the audience sitting in front of the TV, cheering for the hero's choice and rejoicing for him. But after the hero left, the cheers dissipated, and he even asked, "It's over, what should I watch next?"
We can cheer for the hero's bravery, because we know that it is a decision that we will not regret, but we cannot realize that we are also the hero in life, living in a comfortable life, we will never be able to take the step to meet the wind and rain, escape Greenhouse, pursue what you want. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com