God's Palette

But although he stopped himself, the God of Soap Bubbles didn't realize that Xia Xun had anything he wanted to continue asking himself. He still leaned against the wall, folded his hands, pointed his slender index finger at the upper arm of the other hand, and couldn't stop. While beating, his expression twitched from time to time, but he was still as dumb as a puppet.

If it was the past, she must have yelled blasphemous curses, and then wanted to slap her.

After a lot of fuss, one person and one spirit, they can shake hands and talk about how to get back that touch of color.But her current appearance exceeded the expectations of the gods, and the god of soap bubbles couldn't help but want to play a prank.

For example, run to rub your face?Anyway, she didn't move.This thought drives the almost weightless body of the God of Soap Bubbles, and it approaches lightly and quickly like wings blown up into the sky by the wind.

But looking back--

Xia Xun's slap has arrived.

"You bastard! Can't you give me a normal job!?" The slap was precise and fierce, as violent as her angry voice.But it wasn't over yet, Xia Xun's fingers were like locks, firmly pinching the unexpectedly flexible body of the God of Soap Bubbles.

"...You, you actually pretended to be a fool to lie to me!"

"Shooting people, shooting animals... I still understand, even if it's a ghost, I can do it for you! But... But this time? You want me to shoot a planet?"

Xia Xun seemed to be about to burst out the old grievances in one breath, holding the god of soap bubbles who did not escape by accident, and went straight to the smart toilet dozens of centimeters away.Turn on the electricity, press the switch, lift the toilet lid, and then throw the Creator of this world into the stagnant water in one breath.

It exists, and even the water cannot splash.

"Master, why are you so fierce?"

"...Why haven't you flown away yet?"

"I haven't finished explaining what I said, so I can't let you think that I really want to make a planet laugh."

After hearing this, Xia Xun, who was condescending and looking directly at the contents of the toilet, flashed the thought of "you have a conscience" for a moment, but then rationality and lessons learned made her feel anxious.Maybe the problem behind this is more troublesome than a trip to the stars...

The God of Soap Bubbles floated up gently like this, and flew up with the toilet water all over him.

That's good, at least Xia Xun didn't have the courage to approach it, and he was too embarrassed to slap it again.

"Soap bubble, let's talk about it, about that planet..."

"The astrophotographer you met with is looking for that planet."

"So coincidentally?"

"Coincident?" it asked back.

Xia Xun nodded, and returned to the warm wall just now.The number of stars in the entire universe, according to the research results of human scientists, is extremely, extremely, extremely terrifying, and it is not surprising that one of them has the color of a god by chance.

But it stands out from that astronomical number, and it is being chased by someone on the earth, and Xia Xun happens to have an intersection with this someone... The probability of all this adding up exceeds that of coincidence, chance, etc. The categories that can be defined by words.So, it should be a necessity.

"I guess, the planet is very eye-catching, so it is easy to attract people."

"No." God shook the toilet water on his body, and said in a cold but tender voice, "At least it's not eye-catching until it reaches your eyes."

convey?Xia Xun began to think about it with his pitiful scientific literacy. This should refer to the speed of light.That planet may now be conspicuous somewhere in the universe, but now that humans observe it from Earth, the results may be ordinary.

"Strictly speaking, it hasn't even been born—in your opinion."

"But it was born."

The God of Soap Bubble shook himself up and down, that's the way it nodded, which was already familiar to Xia Xun.And it continued to speak, but gave an extremely good news: "This time, it... yes, it doesn't need you to make it happy and happy, it is already happy enough."

"Oh? You did this job for me? I thought I was going to impress a planet with my beauty, but it doesn't seem necessary."

"Because for this star - being born in this world is already better than everything."

……

Ya Ya was extremely dissatisfied with being treated like this, so she paid to dig her out, and gave her such a good opportunity to operate an extremely beautiful girl to become an idol, but even if she gave this opportunity to the other party, this damned The assistant still does his own way.

"Isn't he just a photographer, better than you?"

"...better than me."

The assistant's answer made Ya Ya even more dissatisfied.True, the pictures on the screen were incredible, cracking and dusting off the walls of her impenetrable heart, but she still managed to maintain her absolute self-confidence.After all, some things are predetermined.

She didn't think she could beat herself with just a few promotional photos.

In contrast, the assistant who should have had the same pride and confidence as her, but gave in to the enemy who was bound to fail?

"Haha, I'm also human. I think I'm the most beautiful girl in the world. Seriously, I'm called self-confidence. But you, can't you be a little bit self-confident as a human being? At least you have touched the camera for more than ten years, right? Is the energy of 'my mother is number one in the world' okay?"

"Confidence is only narrow."

The assistant responded casually, glared at his employer, and then continued to stare at the screen.The previous few photos centered around the themes of mirrors, nights, shady scenes, girls, and food. Although the composition can be said to be very repetitive, it should be boring, but the photographer used various photography techniques , Forcibly endowed with novelty and artistic sense.

That's not the point.

The key lies in this last photo.

""White"." Her voice became more and more deep and vague, as if she wanted to wake up her beloved—but she wanted to appreciate the other person's sleeping appearance, and she would be full of hesitation in her words, "I lost gone."

"...can you have some backbone?"

The assistant didn't pay any attention to Yaya who was jumping up and down beside him, just kept his eyes on, and said to himself in a pious tone: "The previous thick and colorful black photo group is equal to me in every aspect..."

"I don't want to lose face? Is my mother not as beautiful as that stupid eater who induces vomiting? How the hell is it equal?" Her complaints were ignored, and she was talking to herself.

"But the last photo called "White" is very... too artistic. The white gauze, the girl's fair and naked skin, the white rice, and the dazzling sunlight! It crushes the darkness explosively, the key is... this How did you capture the expression of the characters? A photographer of this level shouldn’t be here to shoot this, right?”

"Shouldn't you be here to take pictures of this? Pooh, you've been spoiled, did you treat my old lady badly!?"

"The grasp of this kind of character's demeanor is... the top-level humanities... and the skill package that only battlefield photographers have... There are very few masters of this kind in the world, and unfortunately died a while ago. .Where did such a person come from, and come to join in this kind of garbage commercial photography circle?"