Pick up an actor and go home for the New Year

He Huan was originally here to deliver New Year's goods, and by the way, he brought the gifts sent by readers to the editorial department to Yousu. Unexpectedly, he ran into Li Mosheng who was in a hurry downstairs in the community. During the Chinese New Year here, it happened to be Hehuan, so she asked her to take Youyou upstairs and catch the plane by herself.

After explaining the situation, Hehuan left. On New Year's Eve, she had to drive five or six hours back to her hometown for the New Year's Eve.

Yousu stood in the entrance to see Hehuan out, while Youyou in the living room had already put his little hand into the paper bag Hehuan brought.

"Don't forget to draw something, it's best to post it on the first day of the new year." Hehuan reminded Yousu in a low voice before going out after changing his shoes.

Yousu sniffled, only to remember that he was still stuck with paper. "what else……"

"That's right, tsk—" He Huan stretched his neck secretly, and peeked at Shen Shixing in the living room, ""The Best Actor and His Little Fox", that manga, our editorial office is waiting to see the update."

"Can't I paint again after the next year? You are all on vacation, and I want to take a vacation too."

"I want you to take advantage of the Chinese New Year to relax, just take a look," Hehuan scrolled through the WeChat chat history, and four or five editors urged online to update, "It's not as accurate as your card last time, this chapter, hehe, should Let's draw that."

Hehuan changed his eyes: "Don't worry about R18, it's no problem to draw on R80 for me!"

Seeing Yu Yousu blushing, He Huan patted him on the shoulder enthusiastically and encouraged him seniorly: "Don't worry, we are all professionals. Watching pornography can be interpreted as studying human body composition, and painting nudes is even more aboveboard... "

"Don't, don't say it." Yu Yousu pressed Hehuan's shoulder and pushed it away.

"Wait." He Huan turned back and asked after leaving the door: "Recently...is your body still able to hold on?"

Yu Yousu's body froze, and he evaded the seriousness and complained lightly: "You're urging me to write manuscripts every day, and now you're worrying about my body?"

"You kid, don't be cheap and act good." He Huan pressed Yu Yousu's forehead heavily with his index finger, "If you can't hold it anymore..."

"I have to hold on."

He Huan opened his mouth but lost his voice. After a while, he shook his head and smiled, and said, "That's right. I gritted my teeth and survived such difficulties before. Can I still seek death by myself now?"

Descending to the corner of the stairs, He Huan suddenly looked up, with a sad smile on his face, "Sister, I will be back in the eighth day of the lunar new year, do you want to eat bacon from my hometown?"

Yu Yousu smiled: "Yes."

"When I come back, I'll bring you ten catties of bacon to satisfy your gluttony!" After He Huan finished speaking, he ran downstairs without waiting for Su's response.

Yu Yousu couldn't help laughing, after all these years, Hehuan's way of expressing comfort is still so clumsy, you can see it right away.

It's just, clumsily, but it works.

Yousu stood at the door and took a few deep breaths. After adjusting his mood, he closed the door and turned around, only to find that Caesar was lying on the entrance.

"Woo~~" Caesar rubbed his fluffy head against Su's bare ankle, just like Hehuan's clumsy consolation, Caesar was also doing his best.

"It's okay, everything will be fine." Yu Yousu knelt down and hugged Caesar into his arms, a tear slipped silently into Caesar's fluffy hair.

"Little fish?" Shen Shixing leaned on the back of the sofa and poked his head towards the entrance, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Yu Yousu led Caesar to avoid Shen Shixing's sight, and walked directly to the kitchen, "I forgot to prepare breakfast for Caesar, he is messing with me."

"Little fish, you have to look at this."

Yu Yousu took another deep breath, turned around and smiled, "What are you looking at?"

The upper half of Yuyouyou was lying on the coffee table, his little feet were already off the ground, and he was still kicking in the air, the glistening saliva was still dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"Uncle, this seems to be edible!"