Get it on! Get it on! Get it on!

The little fox shook its big tail, waved the brush in its hand, and worked hard to draw in the pure white space.

I don't know how long this little fox has been drawing, and there are colorful graffiti all over the ground.

What kind of picture can a child draw?

Nothing more than simple graffiti.

Draw an arc is a mountain, draw two arcs is a river, draw a straight line and a circle is a tree.....

The simple lines, coupled with the embellishment of colors, are so simple that people can almost see what they are drawing.

Each painting is painted with heart, although it is simple, it gives people an indescribable spirituality.

"This is Qingqiu Mountain, this is the lawn, and this is the swing I often play with..."The little fox explained as he draw.

In the midst of his own words, the paintings that were extremely simple fell on the pure white ground.

"This is Qingyun Sect, and this is a small mountain..."The little fox painting added a few more mountains to represent his current home.

Once you've drawn all the backgrounds, it's time to start drawing the characters.

Compared to the mountains and rivers that can be represented by a few lines, the characters are obviously much more complex.

But that's not a clever one!

Grandpa Bull with two horns, Grandpa Turtle with a turtle shell on his back....

There are also square handsome guys, long pretty boys, and crooked hair.

Although it cannot be vividly depicted, Hu Tu can clearly remember the characteristics of everyone.

After drawing all the monsters with different appearances, Hu Tu's expression became solemn.

Now it's everyone's turn to draw Qingyun Sect!

First of all, the teachers and girls in skirts, and the teachers with long beards....

And then there's everyone!

Daddy in gray clothes loves to drink!

The little brother in yellow loves to make a fire!

The four senior brothers in white love to stand on the tree!

The third brother in purple clothes loves to cook!

The second senior brother in black likes to repair the roof!

The rest is his favorite brother!

Of course, the elder brother in the cyan clothes likes to paint the most!

"Hey, hey, hey!" seemed to be ashamed of his own shamelessness, and when Hu Tutu began to draw Ouyang, he couldn't help but giggle.

But he painted it very seriously.

Although the painting doesn't look like it at all, in Hu Tutu's eyes, he is the senior brother who paints it, and the little fox in his arms is himself!

Big brother must like himself the most!

Big brother and Tu Tu are the best in the world!

The little fox thought to himself as a matter of course.

When the painting was finished, the little fox seemed to have completed a masterpiece of the world, and he crossed his waist and admired his painting with vigor.

Everyone on the hill has been painted with smudge!

When he looked at his painting, the little fox's eyes flashed with something called contentment.

Memories of the past also appeared in front of the little fox's eyes with the paintings.

I don't have any friends in Qingqiu Mountain, although there are a few grandfathers who love me, but a few grandfathers are busy with the affairs of the clan on weekdays.

And because he is the scourge of Qingqiu Mountain, the other little foxes don't play with him.

So for a long time in Qingqiu Mountain, only one fox played.

Until the father in gray clothes came to Qingqiu Mountain without a proper shape, brought himself a rock sugar gourd, and wanted to recognize himself as a goddaughter.

I will also buy myself beautiful clothes, and I will also tell myself about the world outside the mountains.

At that time, I only thought that my father in gray clothes was so powerful and knew so much!

When Daddy asked him if he wanted to go to the small mountain with him, although he was very reluctant to give up his grandfathers, the little fox nodded and agreed!

Fortunately, I agreed, so I met the senior brothers on the small peak!

Although the second senior brother is cold, he is actually very gentle!

The food cooked by the third senior brother is super delicious, and he will change his tricks to make Tu Tu delicious.

Although the fourth senior brother is a little stricter, the fourth senior brother is the best-looking!

Little junior brother... Although the little junior brother has no ability, he is his own junior brother!

And then there is....

Hu Tutu looked at the little man in blue clothes, and a sweet smile appeared on his face.

And Big Brother!

Senior Brother Ouyang!

The best big brother in the world!

Tu Tu's favorite big brother!

It is the senior brother who hugs himself the most times, and the senior brother who loves himself the most!

Not only will they give themselves delicious food and fun, but they will also sing songs to put them to sleep!

Tu Tu did something wrong, and the senior brother never quarreled with himself, but with other senior brothers.

I secretly wet the bed, or the senior brother helps me dry the quilt!

Big brother is the best!

Tu Tu likes the big brother the most!

Thinking of Ouyang, Tu Tu thought of the cynical but super good green shirt in his mind.

Although I don't have a straight shape on weekdays, I feel a full sense of security whenever I am held in the arms of my senior brother!

It's like as long as you are held by the senior brother, no matter how mountains and tsunamis you are, you can't do anything about yourself!

Memories come to mind, and the more beautiful they are, the stronger they can contrast with the present.

The corners of Hu Tutu's mouth twitched, and he was about to cry again when he looked at it.

Now that I'm in this place, does the senior brother know about it?

Tu Tu wants to go home, wants to eat the food cooked by the third senior brother, wants to be flown by the second senior brother with the sword, and wants to see the good-looking fourth senior brother....

I want to be coaxed to sleep by my brother singing ugly songs....

I don't want to be here, Tu Tu doesn't want any power anymore, Tu Tu just wants everyone!

As the child is sad, the originally colorful paintings become less showy.

There was a low sobbing sound, and the little fox wiped his face with his paws, and in a few moments he wiped himself into a big cat.

The pure white space, because the painted paintings seem to have a border.

There is a distinction between up and down, left and right, and there is a difference between the size of the distance and the near.

Hu Tutu, who was sad, didn't realize that his paintings were quietly changing the space.

The originally pure white space began to change constantly, and as the paintings detached into the distance, the boundary of the space here was gradually found.

It also makes this world, where there is nothing but white, more colorful colors.

These colorful colors are beginning to blend into this world.

Let this pure white world begin to have the appearance of the real world, more like life!

The originally white ground began to grow tender green lawns, the originally white sky began to turn blue, and the seemingly boundless space did not seem to be much.

A sapling broke through the ground not far from the little fox, grew rapidly, and grew into a towering tree in the blink of an eye.

The world began to have a wind, a gentle wind blew, and the rattling of leaves began to rattle.

With the dance of the leaves, a small grave appeared under the tree, and a small tombstone stood in front of the small grave.