"Yan Jue, Yan Jue, Yan Jue. Come here quickly..." Ye Zijin's crisp voice sounded in the room, as if pearls were falling onto a plate as crisply as spring water from a stream.
"What's wrong?" Yan Jue was still wearing a pink apron. He still didn't know why Ye Zijin was so happy, but he didn't need to know the reason. He only knew that when Ye Zijin was happy, he was very happy.
"Look, brother," Ye Zijin grabbed Yan Jue's hand and said excitedly, with a smile on his face, like a plum blossom blooming in winter, with bursts of fragrance.
"Huh?" When Yan Juejin heard Ye Zijin's words of brother, his whole heart was about to turn into pieces. If Ye Zijin called him brother a few more times, his heart would probably be broken into pieces.
Yan Jue took a closer look and saw two cute little yellow ducks on Ye Zijin's drawing board. The one walking in front seemed to be an older brother, with a chubby body and small yellow claws holding the fat duck behind him. Duck, the little duck behind him followed step by step behind the duck in front.
"Pfft." The funny and cute look made Yan Jue burst out laughing. This painting of Ye Zijin is really interesting.
"Since when did you like to draw small flat mouths?" Yan Jue has been in this other world for so many years, and he has naturally become infected with the customs and habits here.
Small - flat - mouth -
What I drew is obviously a little yellow duck, okay? What a little flat mouth.
Ye Zijin said with a flat mouth: "What a little flat mouth? This is obviously a little yellow duck, okay?"
Yan Jue's expression when he looked at Ye Zijin was very similar to the duck in the painting, just as cute and cute.
"Okay, okay, little yellow duck, the cutest little duck, isn't it?" Yan Jue coaxed Ye Zijin like a child, or in his eyes, Ye Zijin was the one who needed to be praised. A little child caressed in the palm of my hand.
Ye Zijin said fondly and arrogantly: "Are these two ducks good-looking?"
Yan Jue said: "It looks good, but there is something missing inside." Yan Jue frowned and thought carefully before saying.
Ye Zijin thought that Yan Jue had discovered something that he had not discovered, and his heart was about to lift: "What?" Ye Zijin said seriously.
Yan Jue smiled and took the opportunity to pinch Ye Zijin's face and said, "Because, no, I'm not as good-looking as you..."
It took Ye Zijin a while to realize that Yan Jue was kidding him. "Yan Jue, you...you're playing tricks on me again."
Ye Zijin punched Yan Jue's chest with a small fist, and Yan Jue screamed realistically. He was so frightened that Ye Zijin immediately retracted his hand, and even said along Yan Jue's back: "Yan Jue, Yan Jue , Brother, are you okay?"
Yan Jue took a moment to grab Ye Zijin's hand, then put it to his mouth and blew on it, saying distressedly: "Does it hurt? If it hurts, just tell your brother."
"Brother, you again"
"Good Zijin, good Zijin, don't be angry with me anymore, okay? My brother will stand in front of you and let you beat me, okay? Zijin, Zijin, please come here and take a look at me." Yan Jue coaxed with good temper. He was looking at Ye Zijin, but unfortunately, he had just pissed off Ye Zijin, and now Ye Zijin didn’t want to talk to him anymore.
"Oh, little cabbage in September, two or three years old, no father, no mother, and one more."
(End of chapter)