"I knew it. Having a brother in the family is like having a treasure." Yan Jue held the porridge made by Ye Zijin. He felt very comfortable when he drank it. It was warm and as sweet as honey. Tsk, it tastes like a younger brother. He has a family. The aroma.
"Brother, do you know what day today is?" Ye Zijin asked embarrassedly. This was the first time he had been so narcissistic, and he always felt quite awkward.
"Today?" Yan Jue squinted his eyes in confusion, as if he was thinking hard about what day it was. Ye Zijin felt anxious and angry. Although he didn't really care, as long as he thought about it, Yan Jue forgot about this and felt bad.
"Don't think about it. Forget it if you don't remember. Anyway, it's not a big deal." Ye Zijin said with a pout, his expression had revealed his true thoughts. Young people like other people's praise, although he On the surface I pretend that I don't care what you do, but in my heart I'm looking forward to it.
"My silly brother, why are you so cute? How could my brother not know what day it is today?" Even if he forgets to sleep, he will not forget this matter. This is also a big problem for Ye Zijin. A big deal.
"Then tell me, tell me, what is it, don't just try to make me happy with your words." Ye Zijin stuttered, the villain in his heart was jumping for joy.
"Today, isn't today the opening ceremony of the painting exhibition of the majestic painter Ye Zijin? A painting is worth a thousand dollars. How many people want to beg for that ticket, but they are told that it is sold out in one second. How many people are crying on the Internet, Ye Ye Master, give me another thousand, and I can have as many people as I want."
"Okay, don't talk anymore." Ye Zijin blushed when Yan Jue said that. How could it be so exaggerated? Yan Jue would talk nonsense to tease himself. He just drew a few pictures at random. He I'm not very satisfied, I feel like there's something missing, but every time Yan Jue sees it, he always wants to use the best words in the world to describe it. He often says that his face turns red, he really has a painting. So good.
"If you ever lie to me, you can't draw so well." Although Ye Zijin is best at painting, what he is best at is often what he is inferior to. In the past, Yan Jue and Xiao Mo did not appear. When he is around him, he often asks himself, is he really that good, or is it because other people's praise has blocked his eyes, making him unable to see anything.
He was often confused, but his lack of confidence was hidden from most people around him, but it was only in front of Yan Jue that he had nothing to hide. Yan Jue immediately discovered where his illness was. As long as he saw it For my own works, I wish I could offer the best words in the world.
"In my eyes, everything about you is good. You are my younger brother. What are you doing that is not good?" Yan Jue asked, "What's wrong with him? He is just a younger brother. If he doesn't accept it, why are you holding it back?" If you have any more opinions, I will slap you shut up.
"I, I" Ye Zijin stammered for a long time, not knowing what to say. Maybe it was because Yan Jue's gaze was so intense that it made him feel hot all over. It really looked like he was drunk. In fact, there was a brother who hurt him. There is nothing wrong with him. Thinking about it, he decided to treat Yan Jue a little better in the future. Even if he was a little nicer, he didn't seem to be very good.
(End of chapter)