One Hundred Ways to Compete with Rabbits

Wei Yiyi retracted his hand uneasily, but He Zheng held his hand so tightly that he couldn't even pull it hard!

The more anxious he was, the more expressionless Wei Yiyi's face became, but his eyes couldn't help but keep glancing in Yin Yu's direction.

Master He Zheng is famous because of his withdrawn and eccentric personality, why is this personality not at all withdrawn?On the contrary, he looks like... a hooligan?

Fortunately, Yin Yu washed the paint tray and came over quickly, Wei Yiyi immediately gained confidence and shouted: "Yin Yu, Yin Yu!"

"What's the matter?" Yin Yu put the washed paint dish on the shelf next to it to dry. Turning around, he saw his stupid rabbit frowning and looking at him as if asking for help. The face of the pig's trotter on the white and soft paw of his stupid rabbit suddenly turned black, and he slapped the pig's trotter off with a "snap", wrapped Wei Yiyi's hand in his palm and rubbed it, and said coldly: "He Zheng, don't blame me for telling my little uncle if you are so unprincipled! You know my little uncle's temper! When you get punished, don't blame me for not remembering old feelings!"

Thinking of Yin Hao's angry appearance, He Zheng couldn't help shrinking his neck, and finally calmed down. He raised his head and looked at Yin Yu, who still had a dark complexion, and handed over the painting in front of him flatteringly, and said with a flattering smile: "Hehe ! Don't tell him! Look! The profile that Yi Yi drew for you!"

"Draw it for me?" Yin Yu glanced at Wei Yiyi's slightly flushed ears, his eyes softened, he took the painting and looked at it carefully, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and there was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

This is actually not the first time his stupid rabbit has drawn him.

Ten years ago, the year the stupid rabbit left, he got Wei's father's permission to stay in Wei Yiyi's room all night.

In the stupid rabbit's room, he found a letter, which was written to him the night before the stupid rabbit left when his eyes were red from crying.

The letter was written in pencil. Judging from the crumpled marks and pencil marks that have not been wiped clean, I know that this letter must have been deleted, deleted, and revised countless times by the stupid rabbit. However, I probably want to say too much and want to ask There are too many, but I don't know how to speak, and what to do if I speak. After countless deletions and revisions, only one sentence remains in the end: Yin Yu, happy birthday!

His birthday is just a week after the stupid rabbit left. It turned out that he had planned to take the stupid rabbit out on a date with the birthday gift, but he didn't expect that the plan would always fail to keep up with the changes. He didn't expect that his stupid rabbit would be sent away suddenly .But his stupid rabbit had prepared a birthday present for him early, and put it in the letter for him.

is his portrait.

The unfinished sketch of a man he found in his sketchbook turned out to be him... So his stupid rabbit started preparing birthday presents for him so early... That night he was sitting in Wei Yiyi's room I stared at that painting all night.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, if it hadn't been recorded in a painting, I'm afraid he himself would have found it hard to believe that his eyes could be so gentle, as if he had exhausted all the gentleness of his life on this person.

It was that night that he made up his mind that he would be the stupid rabbit in this life. No matter how hard and tiring he was, even if he lost everything, the only person he could not give up was this person.

This stupid rabbit has long since unknowingly become the deadliest piece of meat on the tip of his heart. It cannot be cut or touched, so it can only be held carefully in the palm of his hand, slowly pampering and loving him for the rest of his life.

"You, don't you, don't you like it?" Seeing that Yin Yu hadn't responded for a long time, Wei Yiyi secretly grabbed the corner of his clothes with his hands, his heart that was originally full of anticipation slowly sank in Yin Yu's silence .

"How is it possible? I like it very much." Yin Yu squatted in front of Wei Yiyi, wrapped Wei Yiyi's hands in his hands to warm them, and coaxed with a slight smile: "As long as it is painted by Yi Yi, it is priceless to me. When we get home, frame Yi Yi's paintings and hang them up!"

"Oh, is that so?" Wei Yiyi couldn't help but his ears turned red, but he turned his head coldly, took his hand out of Yin Yu's hand, grabbed the pencil on the table and drew on the back of the drawing paper. Got a pig's head.

Yin Yu stood up and put his arms around Wei Yiyi, leaned over and kissed Wei Yiyi's red earlobe, and pressed it against Wei Yiyi's ear and asked softly, "Is Yiyi's painting a pig?"

Wei Yiyi, whose ears were itchy, pushed Yin Yu's face away impatiently, staring at Yin Yu with his bright round eyes, and replied seriously: "No, what I drew is you."

Yin Yu: "..."

Tsk, I really want to clean him up!

The author has something to say:

Today’s chapter is so short, I feel so sorry for you guys (covering your face)…but I have an exam tomorrow so I have to go to bed early, so let’s write it here first~ Thank you little angels for your support~ Mummy (づ￣￣￣)づ