"Are you alright?" Changfeng looked at Zi'an and asked, stammering a little because he was nervous and shy.

"Hmm." Zi'an lowered his head and played with his fingers.

"Well, thank you for saving me."

"It's okay, I think it's fun." In the space of two people, Zi'an was a little flustered, and his speech was a little incoherent.

"Huh?" Chang Feng was a little surprised.

"Ah, no, no, no, no, you're feeling better now, aren't you?"

"Well, it's much better."

"That's good." Zi'an lowered his head and watched the live broadcast again.

Changfeng turned to see that Zi'an was looking at the painting tutorial, and asked, "Do you like to draw?" ”

"Hmm."

"I followed a painting anchor before, and his paintings were very good and his voice was good. I recommend it to you! When he said this, Changfeng's face was full of joy.

"Okay, okay." It seems that Changfeng likes that anchor very much. , Zi'an meditated in his heart, feeling that his status had to be lowered one step further.

Changfeng used Zi'an's computer to type "cat that doesn't eat dried fish" in the input box, and a series of links appeared.

Astound! The comic tutorial anchor "The cat that doesn't eat dried fish" is a middle-aged bald uncle?

"The cat who doesn't eat dried fish" actually lives in xxx!!

Zi'an looked at the bells and whistles about his identity on the search engine and felt a little funny. When I am discharged from the hospital, I must take care of the website.

Changfeng clicked on the official website of the live broadcast room, and there was also the video uploaded by Zi'an before.

"I usually watch her live broadcast, this is a very cute and interesting girl!"

Hearing Changfeng praise himself like this, Zi An felt a little happy and a little shy in his heart.

Changfeng and Zi'an watched the video of the painting tutorial together, and it was the first time they had such close contact with a boy, and it was still a boy they liked, and Zi'an jumped very fast. Later, when he found out that Changfeng had been looking at the computer screen intently and not looking at himself, his mood calmed down.

Zi'an found that his previous video was a good sand sculpture, and it was hard to imagine why he would say such a thing at the time, but the painting was quite satisfying.

Changfeng laughed while watching, completely forgetting that Zi'an was looking at him from the side. "In the past, when I felt lonely, I would open the live broadcast room of this anchor or watch her previous videos." Chang Feng said suddenly.

"Do you like her a lot?"

"I guess, it's kind of funny. I opened the live broadcast room because of her. ”

"Huh? How so?"

"Although she broadcasts well, she is not very popular. I hope more people will see her paintings. ”

"So you helped her promote it during the live broadcast?" No wonder since Changfeng didn't appear in his live broadcast room, his fans have skyrocketed.

"Hmm." Changfeng took a sip of water.

"Have you ever thought about meeting her?" Zi'an asked tentatively.

Changfeng sighed, "I once thought about it, but there should be many people who like such a good girl as her." ”

"What if she likes you?"

"She doesn't know me, how can she like me?"

"I like it!" Zi'an clenched his fists and shouted with all his might, almost out of breath due to the exertion.

Changfeng was taken aback by Zi'an's performance, Zi'an looked at Changfeng and said seriously, "I like you!" I love you so much! ”

"Huh?" Changfeng was puzzled.

"I'm just a cat who doesn't like to eat small dried fish." Zi'an said as he opened the computer software and began to draw.

The smooth lines and skillful techniques paint a portrait of Changfeng at once. Changfeng was suspicious, and Zi'an took out his mobile phone again and Aite Changfeng in his fan group.

Changfeng couldn't believe that he would be able to see his goddess one day, and the goddess even confessed to herself!

"Actually, I've noticed you for a long time, you are the person who gives gifts the most when watching the live broadcast, and you are the most active person in the group. I've been searching for your information since you didn't show up in the live room. Later, I found out that you opened a live broadcast room, so I went to watch your live broadcast on time every day. Zi'an took a sip of water and continued, "One night when I went out to look for materials, I happened to see you watching the night view on the top of the building, and since then, I have been squatting downstairs every day. ”

"Then why don't you go up and talk to me?"

"I'm afraid you don't like it." Zi'an lowered his head and stroked the wall of the cup.

God knows how much Changfeng longed for someone to talk to him at that time and enjoy the night view with him. But whenever he senses someone approaching, he involuntarily flees.

"Then you, like me?" Zi'an hesitated again and again, but finally decided to speak.

Hearing this, Xu Wei, who had been outside the door, pushed the door in calmly. "That Changfeng, the nurse just told me that she was going to take you to change the dressing."

Changfeng and Zi'an looked at Xu Wei at the same time, "I'll go change the dressing first, you can rest for a while." Changfeng turned his head to look at Zi'an.

didn't get Changfeng's answer, Zi'an was a little disappointed. But he still tried to squeeze out a smile, "Let's go change the dressing." ”

For the next few days, Changfeng had been lying on the bed to recuperate, and he had been thinking about the question that Zi'an asked him that day.

Xu Wei was also in a mess in her heart, on the one hand, Zi'an didn't even care about her life for Changfeng, and on the other hand, she also had a little affection for Changfeng.

Zi'an was a little irritable and wanted to go see Changfeng, but the nurse wouldn't let her get out of bed. I can only be in the fan group every day, hoping that Changfeng can see it. But Changfeng never showed up.

The weather was fine, and Changfeng bought a bouquet of fresh flowers outside the hospital and came to Zi'an's ward. "The flowers are blooming so well today."

Zi'an's eyes widened, "What about your long hair?" ”

"Cut it, don't want anything outside your body, it's much easier to wash your hair now."

"When was it cut and is the hair still there?"

"It's still there, and I'm reluctant to throw it in a box."

"That's good." Zi'an sighed slightly.

"Huh?" Changfeng was puzzled.

"I love your long silver-white hair!"

"I'll give it to you."

"Really?!" Zi'an jumped up from the bed happily.

"Hmm." Changfeng put the flowers into the vase and put the box on Zi'an's bedside table.

Zi'an opened the box, and a string of long hair lay neatly inside, without a trace of clutter.

Zi'an took out a pair of scissors from the drawer and cut his long golden hair with a "click".

"You?"

"Here you go!" Zi'an handed the string of long golden hair to Chang Feng. "This long hair was originally reserved for you, and now that you cut your hair short, I will cut it with you."

Zi'an, who has short hair, has a rounder face, and is more childish than before.

"I didn't bring the box today, so let's put them together first." Who would have thought that this release would last for decades and become an heirloom of their family.

"Are we sure of the relationship?" Zi placed the scissors, rubbed his palms and asked embarrassedly.