My Fence Is Strong

As we all know, being a painter is a road of no return. If you count the famous painters in ancient and modern times, there were many who were depressed during their lifetimes, and there are also a large number of ordinary painters who are unknown. Among them, how many painters died in poverty, ridicule, hatred, and other unnatural causes such as starvation and freezing. From this point of view, this profession is so terrifying! Fu Zui is a wandering painter. Being a painter is difficult enough, let alone wandering. Fortunately, Fu Zui is at peace with the situation, wandering around the city is to live in seclusion in the city, staying in the wilderness at night is to feel nature, and living in no fixed place is to collect materials... What a noble quality of being content with poverty and enjoying life! Fu Zui also has a rusty and easily broken black iron sword, a blood jade flute that plays sad tunes, and a blue bird with beautiful feathers and elegant posture. Half of my travels are based on them to fool people. It's really not easy! Suddenly one day something happened at the Fuzui stall, or to be precise, it was someone at the stall. He soared, the earth trembled, the mountains shook, the sky became dark, and countless golden palaces, jade temples, pavilions, and towers collapsed. But that was not important. What was important was that he jumped down again. After he jumped off the fairy world, a young man appeared out of nowhere. This young man had been holding his hand since they first met. His face was pale and the corners of his eyes were red, and he looked like he was about to cry at any moment. He said pitifully: "Don't leave me." Fortunately, there was a barrier and the young man's face. Fu Zui, who always looked at people's faces first, was a little soft-hearted, but he still didn't want the young man to follow. The young man looked as if his grief was greater than his despair, but he insisted on following him. Wherever Fuzui goes, there is some danger. Regardless of how big or small he is, he stands in front of Fuzui as soon as possible, proactively provides information, proactively reimburses room charges, proactively beats and scolds those who seek trouble, and remains unscathed by swords and fire. He is extremely attentive to every detail, and the most important thing is to guard him every step of the way. Fu Zui turned around and looked at the young man five steps away to the left behind him. Over time, he stopped thinking about getting rid of the young man. Then one day, an elder he had not seen for a few years told him that the young man Zhi Bai was a remnant soul with no emotions and no reason. Ps:1v1 Zhibai The settings in this article are purely fictitious and should not be taken seriously. Lots of foreshadowing, very slow updates, and very long story There is no guarantee that the three views of the protagonist and the group are correct (judge a book by its appearance), don't learn from it. At the same time, the three views of the main and supporting characters do not represent the author's three views. The author, Chu San Gou, updates his articles as they happen. All little cuties are welcome, but please be careful when entering. If you don't like it, don't step on it. Concept: You are responsible for looking beautiful and beautiful, I am responsible for appreciating beauties