It was a comic image, a Q-version villain, whose big head looks bigger than his body, flowing long, so big that his eyes are exaggerated, and his face is full of unhappiness but not harmful to the cuteness of the villain; his small body is wearing a three-piece suit, and a coat flying in the wind is covered with a few bright red roses and petals around him.

Overall, he looks handsome, cool, cool and cute.

The most important thing is that there are three small words written on the side: Mr. Shen.

So this woman said it was him?

How could he be so short, stupid, so big and so naive?

Chen Yuan stared at the picture with anger, looked at it for a few more times, and inexplicably felt that the picture was very friendly and cute.

"Oh, brother, is this you?" Shangyou, the side of the country, turned his head and looked at it, and was immediately happy. Seeing that Chen Yuan had put down his weapon after training, he began to relax his guard and his mouth was itchy. "Where did you find it? Don't say, it really looks like you!"

Chen Yuan glanced at him with his eyes squinted: "Where is like me?"

"Hahahaha, I can't say that this overall temperament is just..." The desire to survive instinct made You Du feel the low pressure. His smile stiffened on his face, and he laughed twice like an old hen, and said, "Your brother is one in ten thousand of the charm!"

Chen Yuan snorted as if he let You Dun go, but he would not let You Dun see more. He shook his towel and blocked You Dun's view: "I'll go take a shower."

:"What's the meaning?"

: "Is it cute?"

So is Tong Luo a cute type? Chen Yuan's grand bag was a little bit bored by these words, and he felt a little relieved.

: "Do you think I didn't see the three words next to it?"

: "Hahahahahahaha I was wrong, this one should be."

Tong Luo re-draws the picture, and the same painting, but the words on the edge are changed to "Shen Xiaoyuan".

Looking at these three words, Chen Yuan's heart was inexplicably soft, and the gentle call in the depths of his memory gradually became clear.

Xiaoyuan, Xiaoyuan...that was the call from the father and mother.

Xiaoyuan, Xiaoyuan... When he was able to have this identity calmly, it was the happiest time in his life.

Later this became his most hated title, because those who called him like this were all disgusting.

Until the word came out of Tong Luo's mouth... no, she didn't even say it, but just wrote it out, but let him regain his memory.

:"The painting is so ugly."

: "There's nothing to do. The model looks like this. I have tried my best to beautify it. The expression on my hands is spreading out."

Chen Yuan smiled angrily. This woman probably got cured of her illness and was so arrogant and full of vigor... But was she not affected by yesterday's incident at all? Did she not care or did she really forget it?

Chen Yuan began to worry about this issue again. At this time, Tong Luo came over to have another photo.

A playful and cute girl with a ponytail, with big almond eyes and long eyelashes and curled eyebrows, you can vaguely see Tong Luo's shadow - the three words "Tong Xiaoluo" are indeed written next to it.

Chen Yuan had golden eyes and could tell the problem at a glance: Tong Luo obviously shrank the little man's breasts and was asymmetrical with the real man.

: "Look at how cute I am, thanks to her prototype being beautiful."

: "With such a big face, why don't you fly into the sky?"

: "The laughing expression is too thick!"

This self-deprecating place is really stress-free.

: "I can't tell that you still have this talent. I didn't learn elementary art in vain."

: "Why show your graduate student's art level? Come on, come on, jpg."

Chen Yuan passed by a photo.

Tong Luo was stunned at the dark screen and then replied to the message.

:"What?"

: "I can't understand this? Then you are not qualified to discuss art with me."

: "...Maybe our mobile phone format is incompatible? It's dark when I open it."

: "The difference between an artist and an ordinary person lies in his imagination. It's dark? You can't imagine that this is a black hole, this is the purest night sky, this is the brush and ink in landscape paintings, and this is the deepest stroke in Tong Xiaoluo's eyes?"

: "Worship expression. I've seen you, you are not only an artist, but also a writer and a great poet!"

: "You don't understand expressions even if you tell you."

: "Master Shen, will you accept your disciple?"

: "Roasted wood cannot be carved, and walls of dung cannot be built."

: "You must speak civilizedly, and I haven't said who it is yet, maybe it's not me."

: "No!" You can say no to you at most. If you don't have any words, you won't have any door.

Tong Luo came over with a pitiful expression.

: "Chen Xiaoyuan, I'm going to get home. Hehehe, I'll go take a shower first. Is there a good-looking TV tonight? Do you want to watch it?"

Chen Yuan replied firmly and “not looking”.

Tong Luo followed him with another message: "I'm going to participate, hehe."

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