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Su Zhiyuan saw how fascinated he was, and said, "If you like it, then I'll draw another one for you?"

Qingqing happily "chirped", and quickly stood in front of Su Zhiyuan, motionless, with her head up and her chest up, almost afraid to breathe.

Seeing him so serious, Su Zhiyuan couldn't help laughing and said: "This is too rigid, it doesn't look good when drawn."

As he said that, Su Zhiyuan took out one of the flowers, and with a little spiritual power, the flower stem was bent into a circle, and then he put it on the little white bird's head.

"It will look good this way."

With flowing clouds and flowing water, Su Zhiyuan can outline an overall outline with just a few strokes, and then add a little detail, and the vivid picture will come alive on the paper.

However, within half a stick of incense, Su Zhiyuan had already finished the painting.

Qingqing can't wait to lean over to take a look. In the painting, there is a small wreath on her head, her round obsidian-like eyes are bright and clear, her little belly, oh no, her little chest is slightly straight, full of air. It is a very lively and lovely bird.

The only fly in the ointment is that she is more than cute but not handsome.

But this is what Ah Yuan drew for him, and the paintings are beautiful!Ah Yuan is really amazing!

Qingqing likes this painting very much.

Seeing the little white bird looking at the painting reluctant to take his eyes off, Su Zhiyuan rubbed his head lovingly, and said: "I will frame this painting and hang it here tomorrow, you can read it every day."

Qingqing glanced around the study room, thought for a while, and felt that it would be awkward to hang "self" in the study room, so she rejected Su Zhiyuan's proposal to frame the painting.

"Then I'll put it away for you."

In the end, Su Zhiyuan took out a special box, put both paintings in it, and put them in the drawer.

Qingqing was very satisfied. He thought that since Su Zhiyuan gave him another "garland", would he also give him something else?

The wreath that "Qingqing" made for Su Zhiyuan suddenly appeared in his mind, and A Yuan was very eye-catching when he wore it.

Yes, he can also weave a wreath for Ah Yuan!This way they both have garlands to wear.

Just do what you say, and the little white bird that just rested not long ago flew out of the window again, and picked a lot of small flowers again.

Seeing the little white bird came back with another pile of flowers, Su Zhiyuan felt helpless.

The nature of liking flowers has not changed...

Just when Su Zhiyuan was about to put these flowers into the vase again, the little white bird blocked his hand that reached out to take the flowers.

Su Zhiyuan: "?"

"Aren't these for me?"

Su Zhiyuan looked at him with eyes as if he had been hurt by a heartbroken man, and the little white bird "tweeted" explained: "It's for you!"

"Then...you don't want to put these flowers away?" Su Zhiyuan guessed.

The little white bird chirped, then picked up a flower, put it on the side by itself, then went back to pick up another flower, and put it on the other side, after several times of picking up and down, Qingqing found that he was just a flower. I moved these flowers one by one, but I couldn't weave a garland at all.

So, the little white bird started a new round of attempts. After a lot of effort, he arranged these flowers in a circle, which looked like a garland, but he couldn't pick it up as a whole.

The little white bird looked at these flowers and almost fell into autism.

The garland is too difficult to make up! QQ

Su Zhiyuan watched the little white bird go back and forth busy for a long time, he changed the places of those flowers and piled them up in a pile, and then arranged them in a circle, he didn't know what to do.

Seeing that the little white bird suddenly stayed in place and became suspicious of life, Su Zhiyuan also touched his chin in some puzzlement.

What does Qingqing want to give him?Could it be... a garland?

But how does a bird weave a garland?

Su Zhiyuan hesitated to speak, but finally remained silent.

After a while, the little white bird seemed to think of some way again and cheered up again.

This time, the little white bird flew directly onto Su Zhiyuan's shoulder, Qingqing tilted her head to look at Su Zhiyuan's long hair, and gave a "chirp" with a questioning tone.

Su Zhiyuan sighed slightly, smiled and said, "Do whatever you want."

With Su Zhiyuan's permission, Qingqing flew down to pick up a flower and stuck it in Su Zhiyuan's hair.However, Su Zhiyuan's hair is delicate and silky, and it will fall down once it is put in. Qingqing was a little depressed after trying it a few times and found that it was not feasible.

What can I do...

The innocent behavior of the little white bird is so cute that anyone who sees it can't help laughing. After the corner of Su Zhiyuan's mouth was raised, he didn't bend down again, and let the little white bird toss about on his own.

Qingqing thought about it for a long time, and it really made him think of a way——

He just needs to tie up A Yuan's hair, wouldn't it be fine?

Usually, Su Zhiyuan let his hair go straight, and only tied a strand behind his ears. He only tied his hair and crowned it seriously on occasions that required more formality. Although most of the time it could be done with a little magic, Qingqing still I've seen how Su Zhiyuan tied his hair.

So, the little white bird picked up a strand of Su Zhiyuan's hair and coiled it on top of his head, but Su Zhiyuan didn't stop him, allowing the little white bird to "behave" on his head.

After a while, Qingqing was able to "tie up" Su Zhiyuan's hair.

Qingqing tried to insert a flower into Su Zhiyuan's "coiled" hair, and sure enough, it wouldn't fall out!

Finally succeeded in inserting the flowers into Su Zhiyuan's hair, the little white bird suddenly became energetic and vigorously inserted all the flowers that had been picked to make garlands into Su Zhiyuan's hair.

Looking at his masterpiece, the little white bird was very happy, and kept "tweeting and tweeting".

Su Zhiyuan was about to see what tricks the little white bird had played on his head, but an "uninvited guest" came to Hanxing Palace.

"Cough, cough, cough——" Zhong Junbai saw such a shocking scene as soon as he came in. If he was drinking water at this time, he would definitely spit it out, or choked to death.

"What are you... what, uh, a hair accessory?" Zhong Junbai asked cautiously and weakly.

"..."

From Zhong Junbai's reaction, Su Zhiyuan could probably guess what the little white bird did on his head.

Zhongjun noticed with sharp eyes that Su Zhiyuan's expression became a little indescribable, sighed, stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him: "Oh, I can understand your difficulties, you should release when you are under pressure. Yes, don't worry, I won't say anything, you...just be happy."

Su Zhiyuan raised his eyelids to look at him, but for a moment he didn't know what to explain to others: "..."

The always cold and aloof Dingxiao Immortal Venerable would wear a messy hairstyle with colorful flowers, it was so shocking that the eyeballs would fall out.But he himself didn't seem to know or care about it at all, his facial expression was still serious, serious and cold as ice.

It doesn't seem to be too inconsistent.

Zhong Junbai looked at it calmly, feeling that it was so funny that he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh when he saw Su Zhiyuan's face. For a while, the expression on Zhong Junbai's face was also very wonderful.

After all, the picture is a little too "beautiful", but he wants to laugh but dare not.

Suddenly, on top of Su Zhiyuan's head that looked like a chicken coop, a small white head popped up, and Zhong Junbai recognized Qingqing at a glance.

Qingqing squatted on Su Zhiyuan's head and looked down at him, eye to eye with him.

Seeing the little white bird, Zhong Junbai suddenly figured it out, there is something wrong with Su Zhiyuan's mental suffocation, he is all because of this little white bird!

This little white bird is the only one who can play wild on the head of the majestic Dingxiao Immortal.

"is there anything?"

Seeing that Zhong Junbai kept looking at the little white bird on his head, Su Zhiyuan's tone was filled with the meaning that if there is something to do, say it's okay and get out, for fear that the little white bird would run away with this person in the next second.

"Well...it's nothing, I just heard that you participated in the Xiuyuan Red Love Meeting with Fairy Bixia. I was a little surprised." Zhong Junbai thought for a while, shrugged and said, "What did she save for you?" Don't you think you don't know?"

Su Zhiyuan gave him a cool look, and answered an abrupt topic: "What are your plans recently?"

"Arrangements? What arrangements can I make? Now that the fairyland is peaceful and clean, and I don't have a calamity to go through, I think I can enjoy at least a hundred years of leisure, right?"

"Well, I heard that Immortal Yuehua encountered some difficulties in the mortal world..."

"Stop!" Zhong Junbai raised his hand, interrupted Su Zhiyuan's words, and retreated backwards towards the door, "I'm leaving now, I suddenly remembered that I still have something to do, I'm afraid I can't finish it in hundreds of years, I Very busy."

After sending away the outsiders, the little white bird on Su Zhiyuan's head returned to the hall, turning into a water mirror——

His head was covered with colorful flowers all over the place, and his hair was coiled up like a bird's nest by the little white bird. It was still crudely made, and a lot of hair slipped through the net and fell outside. .

At first glance, no one would associate it with a garland. This means that a bird's nest was built directly on his head.

There is indeed a bird nesting now.

Feeling helpless, Su Zhiyuan took the little white bird off the top of his head, and undid the hair that the little white bird had finally coiled with one hand.

The little white bird immediately became a little unhappy when he saw it, and even a little sad.

It seems that A Yuan doesn't like this wreath... Qingqing thought very disappointed.

Su Zhiyuan rubbed his head lightly, and coaxed: "The garland you weave like this is easy to break, I'll improve it for you so that I can wear it for a few more days."

Hearing what he said, Qingqing became happy again.

Su Zhiyuan re-weaved the flowers that were used to make a garland for him. Instead of using spiritual power, he showed the little white bird the weaving by himself.Soon, a beautiful wreath will be completed.

Su Zhiyuan still poured spiritual power into it to prevent the flowers from withering, and then put it on his head.

This scene seemed familiar, and he couldn't help but think of some past events, and the movements of his hands froze slightly.

"Does it look good?"

Su Zhiyuan quickly came back to his senses, and after putting it on for himself, he asked the little white bird for his opinion.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp!" It's so beautiful!She is indeed the beauty of A Yuan!

Qingqing gave Su Zhiyuan the highest evaluation without hesitation.