what are you doing

However, there were still a lot of girls who gave him gifts, and they all put them on the table when he was not in the classroom.

"Why are there so many?" Fang Zeyu raised his eyebrows looking at the presents on the table.

"Don't be surprised," Ding An picked out the gift with a name, thinking about sending it back to someone later, "It will be the same when you celebrate your birthday."

Handsome guys are like this, wherever they go, there will be a bunch of little fans, and he is used to giving them a small gift during the holidays.

However, they have never been accepted, and they have been returned intact.

"Remember to come to my house for dinner tonight." Ding An opened his English notes.

Fang Zeyu turned to look at him, "Didn't you say we'll eat after the holiday?"

They had previously agreed to go on vacation to eat big goose stewed in an iron pot to make up for Ding An's birthday.

"Anyway, it's my birthday today. My mother said it's a good meal." Ding An turned his pen, "She specifically told me to call you, if you don't go, you won't give me face."

Ding An didn't understand why his mother cared so much about Fang Zeyu, she called him over for dinner if he had nothing to do, and almost caught up with his own mother.

He raised his eyelids to look at the boy in front of him, and suddenly remembered what Fang Zeyu had said before.

His parents divorced, and both parties did not want to see him, so he was sent back to the Northeast.

Hey, Ding An sighed, pulled Fang Zeyu's sleeves in a soft tone and shook gently, "You just go, it's my birthday after all."

"...Okay," Fang Zeyu raised his brows slightly, "You're acting like a baby... you're quite cute."

I want to pinch my face.

Fang Zeyu resisted the urge to reach out, and turned back.

Fuck, Ding An wants to die.

He just wanted to say something nice to Fang Zeyu, who knew it would come out in this voice!

It's embarrassing.

Man Yi cooked a large table full of dishes, except for the cold dishes, which were basically Northeast dishes. In order to take care of Fang Zeyu, he even learned to cook a few southern dishes.

The presentation of the dishes is not very particular, the main reason is that the table cannot hold so many dishes, so the upper plate can only be placed on the lower plate, and then beer and drinks are placed on it, and there is no place to put bowls.

"Mom, didn't you say you don't need to do so much?" Ding An bit his chopsticks, "I can't finish all the food this evening, it's too wasteful."

"If you can't finish eating, put it in the refrigerator and eat it tomorrow, so you don't need to worry about it?" Man Yi put the last dish of garlic vermicelli on the table, wiped her hands and sat down, "Yu, try your aunt's handicraft, see See if it suits your appetite."

"Hey, it's still elm," Ding An imitated Man Yi's tone and took a bite of the pot-packed meat, "Those who didn't know thought it was his birthday today."

"Are you jealous of your little daughter-in-law again?" Man Yi scolded with a smile, "What's wrong with your birthday? Isn't my mother raising you well? Talk too much, and you'll have a good time."

Ding Jianwei laughed when he heard it.

"Mom, can you not keep mentioning this!"

Fang Zeyu had a full view of his little expression.

He bent his lips, then picked up a piece of chicken wing and put it in Ding An's bowl, "You can be the biggest today, let's eat obediently."

Cut, Ding An pursed his mouth, picked up the chicken wings and put them in his mouth.

The stewed chicken wings were soft and delicious, and the bones could be peeled off with a light grip with chopsticks. Ding An ate five or six of them by himself.

After a meal, Fang Zeyu wanted to help Man Yi clean up the dishes, but she was kicked out of the kitchen, "You don't need your help, get out, get out, go play with that kid."

"Come here and have a rest," Ding An called out to him while sitting on the sofa, "My mother treats you like a baby, how could I ask you to help her."

Fang Zeyu sat next to him, resting her hands on her knees, "She didn't call me Dabao."

"Hey!" Ding An snorted, "I don't have the same knowledge as you, little brother."

"You are only two months older than me," Fang Zeyu teased him, "Why are you pretending to be a big brother?"

"That's no trick. Who told me to be at the end of the year and you at the beginning of the year? I'm just one year older than you."

Fang Zeyu chuckled, and suddenly leaned over him, almost clung to him.

"What are you doing!" Ding An quickly jumped away, staring at him.

"I'm taking things," Fang Zeyu reached out and took out a box from behind the sofa, "Why is there such a big reaction? Are you guilty?"

Ding An narrowed his eyes, "What did you put behind the sofa? Are you playing tricks!"

Ding Jianwei let out a laugh.

Ding An turned to look at him, as if wondering why he hadn't left the sofa.

"Hey, what should my son do from childhood to adulthood?" Ding Jianwei sighed heavily, got up and went to the kitchen, "Daughter-in-law, why don't we hurry up and practice a trumpet~"

"roll."

"Okay~"

Ding An stared at his father being driven back to the bedroom from the kitchen, and shouted, "If my wife tells me to get out, I'll get out, I'll get out~"

The door slammed shut, and the living room fell into silence.

"You and your father... are quite alike." Fang Zeyu commented pertinently.

"Damn!" Ding An threw himself on him, "I knew you didn't fart! Am I as stupid as him?"

Fang Zeyu laughed straight after being scratched by him, "You're not stupid, you're so smart."

Ding An let out a sigh of relief and sat down on the sofa heavily, a turbulent sea broke out under the calm surface.

He actually scratched Fang Zeyu's itch. He stopped playing childish tricks like tickling after he turned 10 years old. What a fucking embarrassment.

Silently, he held the paw by his side weakly.

Feels good, very muscular.

"Your father is so kind." Fang Zeyu sighed.

Ding An caught the fleeting envy in his eyes, pursed his lips, didn't know what to say, so he changed the subject abruptly,

"What's in your playbook?" He asked.

"A gift," Fang Zeyu raised the box in his hand, "a birthday present for you."

"Birthday gift?" Ding An raised his eyebrows and stretched out his hand to take the box, "Didn't you say that you would give it to the party during the holidays? Why did you bring it now?"

The rectangular flat box looks quite big, but it feels light when held in the hand. The packaging should be repacked in a newly purchased box.

"I've come to your house, so I'll just bring it to you," Fang Zeyu said, "Open it and have a look?"

Ding An opened the box and was taken aback for a moment after seeing the contents clearly.

It's a watercolor painting of the anime version of Ding An.

The painting is very beautiful, the breeze gently lifts the tips of the hair, the boy's eyes are shining, and he smiles wantonly with his face sideways. The background is the colorful sunset, and there are low mountains under the sunset.

Ding An recognized that this was the photo that Fang Zeyu took of Yu Hao's house that afternoon when he came back.

"...Is this what you drew?" He touched the frame, his heart beating faster inexplicably, "Is this me?"

"Well, I learned it for a while before," Fang Zeyu nodded with a smile, "It's you, do you like it?"

Ding An nodded, he liked it very much, and was even a little moved.