because i'm pretty

The fox's tail was snapped off.

The chess game that had not yet started was directly overturned.

Li Yikai was slowly pulling the ball from the baseline, but was dunked by his opponent.

He found that he had lost so thoroughly, but he lost willingly.

"Yeah," Li Yikai lowered his head and wiped his nose, and smiled dejectedly: "I thought you already knew."

Yuan Zhiming stared at him blankly, said "I", and never said the second half of the sentence.

Great joy blows like bubbles, flowing a translucent pink-purple in the mild afternoon sun.It swelled suddenly, propped up a huge dreamland from the soles of Li Yikai's feet, and floated towards Yuan Zhiming, his heart and body wanted to be wrapped in it, and then took off.

"What are you?" Li Yikai smiled aggressively, and then asked with some doubts: "What are you looking at? Is there a lie detector on my head?"

Yuan Zhiming's eyes fell on the top of Li Yikai's head. He couldn't tell him that he saw a dark cloud following the huge pink bubble.

The torrential rain of fear and anxiety fell, instantly puncturing the air bubbles, and poured cold water all over his head.

Yuan Zhiming woke up instantly and ran away.

Li Yikai confessed for the first time in his life, and was dumped downstairs.

He was stunned for a while, looked at the back of the fleeing winner, smiled and cursed, "That's rude".

The package box of the sleep light was still on the roof, Li Yikai took it off and looked through it, found the troublesome greeting card, and finally understood the whole story.

People are not as good as heaven is, Li Yikai looked at himself in the rearview mirror, he knew it was like this, and he should have carefully scratched his hair before going out.

There were two light knocks on the door, followed by footsteps leaving.

Yuan Zhiming didn't understand why he would be the one with a guilty conscience. He waited for a long time before he dared to open the door. Li Yikai re-attached a piece of tape, as if deceiving himself, thinking that he could re-enter the house by dressing up.

But it happened that Yuan Zhiming was also a master at deceiving ears and stealing bells. He stretched out his hand and dragged the box home through the crack of the door.

When I opened it, I found that there was a greeting card missing and a mahogany box was added.

There are a few sticky notes pasted on the outside of the mahogany box. The first one reads: "Sleep lights can only be ordered with a forum registered account, so I borrowed Qi Chen's account to get that greeting card."

The second one said: "Another lamp is in my house, with your light, I can sleep well."

The third one is: "I went to Jing'an Temple to ask for a birthday gift in the new year. I wish you and your family are safe and healthy. This is really unique."

The fourth one says "Yuan Zhiming's Exclusive", and also draws a villain with curly hair and big eyes. Yuan Zhiming thinks it is so naive, and the girls who wrote love letters to him in high school are more mature than Li Yikai.

Opening the box with disgust, there was a thin bracelet lying on the yellow silk fabric, without gold and jade decorations, just a red thread twisted and woven.Yuan Zhiming touched it, the soft lines were simple yet complicated.

"So dirty, superstitious", he picked it up and put it back, closed the lid, stuffed the box and a few pieces of post-it notes back in place, and even tried to stick them back together with tape.

Yuan Zhiming didn't know why he did this. He sat directly on the floor, with the suitcase he hadn't opened in the mood on his back, and the unfinished work with drawing paper spread out in front of him, but he didn't want to bother with it.

The winter days are short, the blue night covers the setting sun, and the moon opens its eyes.

Li Yikai didn't send any more disturbing messages, and the note didn't mention whether he was in love or not, but this kind of caring couldn't change Yuan Zhiming's calmness, he scratched his hair randomly, unable to figure it out, couldn't make sense of it.

What he once thought and experienced was very simple - thanking others for their love, then rejecting them decisively and gently, sealing up the beautiful emotions and putting them back in their original place.

Only when facing Li Yikai, he was despicable and ugly. He should have known the other party's intentions long ago, but he pretended not to see it again and again.

He shouldn't be jealous, he has no right to be jealous, but in the past few days, he has been blinded by emotions, reckless and rampant, and after getting a response, he dare not face it calmly.

But how will he face it?

Yuan Zhiming’s birth was a gamble—among a certain pair of chromosomes in his body, the one from his father was a Schrödinger’s bomb. It may be intact, or it may be cursed. This curse will take effect one day. Then his kidneys would grow ugly, hideous cysts that would irreversibly infect his entire body.

He's seen sons leave sick fathers, husbands leave genetically at-risk wives, and daughters question why their parents gave birth to themselves...

He doesn't want others to join this kind of gambling game. This "other" is embodied as Li Yikai—Yuan Zhiming doesn't even dare to think about it. Li Yikai is not a casual romantic person. He wants to have a complete and warm home. Such a good person, why should he be dragged down by himself...

But... the package is densely packed with English words, a few small letters in a row, and Kevin Li's name jumped out of all the ink.

But he is Li Yikai.

Yuan Zhiming tossed and turned in a collapsed state, no matter how he chose, he felt so selfish.

The sun shone on the spacious street, and an orderly flow of people poured into the elevator from the entrance of the building.

Li Yikai was stunned when he entered, and almost didn't recognize the person in front of him.

"Laugh," Yuan Zhiming said.

"What's the matter?" Li Yikai's shoulders trembled slightly, and when there were only two people left in the elevator, he was so shameless: "You don't hesitate to disfigure me just to reject me?"

Yuan Zhiming's hair is hard and curly, and when it grows longer, it can hang down, which is pleasing to the eye.

Now, every single strand is about to flee in all directions, with short and irregular struts—this handwriting seems to be done by the great painter himself, using the blunt scissors for cutting paper .

Yuan Zhiming didn't speak, Li Yikai was in a great mood, and asked again: "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Not good", Yuan Zhiming blurted out, regretted after finishing speaking, and saw Li Yikai's narrower eyes.

The elevator stopped on the middle floor, and the two girls who came up were employees from other departments of Mujia. When they saw Li Yikai, their eyes lit up, and they brushed their hair to say hello and blushed slightly.Li Yikai quickly withdrew his smile, and looked like a man who cherished words like gold.

Yuan Zhiming was speechless, looking at the tops of the two girls' hair, he felt that he wanted them to see Kevin's childish and hypocritical appearance.

"Hongda's project team is here for a meeting this afternoon, would you like some coffee?" Li Yikai asked as he stepped out of the elevator.

Yuan Zhiming's eyes widened: "I want to go too? But I haven't come for a week."

"That's why I cheer you up," Li Yikai handed over the phone, "Click on your own, the password is six ones."

Yuan Zhiming took it: "What am I going to do?"

Li Yikai glanced at him, and there was no trace of the affection of a suitor in his eyes.

Yuan Zhiming was discouraged, but also relieved.Work or work, he also obediently said: "I'll ask Teacher Qin."

The table was full of snacks, Yuan Zhiming looked like a wanderer returning home when he sat down.Colleagues only knew that something was going on at his family, except for Li Yikai and Qin Xiaoen, no one knew the details, but everyone came to care and greet him, and express their sorrow at his new hairstyle by the way.

Yuan Zhiming thanked Sun Shanshan with a smile. Behind him, he heard Li Yikai asking Sun Shanshan to sort out the files, and Teacher Qin asked him to talk about the progress in the meeting room. Nothing seemed to have changed at all, except Yuan Zhiming's hair.

"But Xiaoyuan, you should be mentally prepared. The revision suggestions sent by customers last week are difficult to deal with. The graffiti wall may need to be greatly revised," Qin Xiaoen said.

"But haven't all the proposals passed?" Yuan Zhiming asked.

Qin Xiaoen sighed and laughed: "The proposal is just a proposal."

Yuan Zhiming understood that, except for the concept of "Xanadu", everything else had to be started from scratch, and it was done from scratch according to the customer's wishes.

Resigned to his fate, he began to read the amendments word by word, but he knew those words individually, but he didn't know what he wanted to do when they were connected.

"What does it mean to have no sense of participation?" Yuan Zhiming asked one by one, "How do you participate in graffiti? Is it counted as the gift we gave Li Yikai?"

"Forget it, but generally this means wanting to make a few game devices." Qin Xiaoen said.

Yuan Zhiming didn't have time to think about how to modify it. He just thought it was strange, so why didn't he just say it?

"It's okay, you'll get used to it with time," Qin Xiaoen said, "Don't be nervous in the afternoon, I don't think you need to say anything, just listen to it."

Yuan Zhiming also agrees, as long as he doesn't get sleepy and take a nap in this kind of big meeting, Li Yikai is also there if there is something to do.

However, in the second half of the long and boring meeting, the client actually asked who the graffiti artist was by name.

Yuan Zhiming heard Li Yikai ask: "Is there any problem with graffiti?"

Mr. Jiang would not participate in this kind of meeting. The group of people who came was headed by a lady named Director Wu. She said with a serious smile, "Who is it?"

Yuan Zhiming stood up at the end of the conference table and replied, "It's me, my name is Yuan Zhiming."

Director Wu looked at him and nodded, as if he just wanted to get to know him and confirm his appearance, so he never asked about graffiti again.

Yuan Zhiming felt baffled, he peeked at Li Yikai from a distance, his face remained unchanged, but his finger movements revealed his anxiety.

Is this asking what kind of subtext?Unspoken rules for me?Yuan Zhiming's imagination flew out uncontrollably, and he quickly took himself away from the meeting.

Maybe we are all aliens, my peach blossom graffiti was exposed, and then Director Wu—she looks like an alien, came here to claim me, and then took me back to the peach blossom planet...

"No," Li Yikai's voice sounded.

Of course not, I don't want to leave Earth yet.Yuan Zhiming thought.

Li Yikai refused with reason: "The whole idea is proposed by Yuan Zhiming. We can change the graffiti style, but we can't change people. He is a very professional painter, and we can communicate."

Only then did Yuan Zhiming come back to his senses. He raised his head and noticed that the eyes around him were all focused on him.

Director Wu was also looking at him through the glasses, and she frowned: "Professional is professional, but Mr. Xiaoyuan looks too young. No matter how he changes his paintings, they don't quite fit the style of our company."

"No", Li Yikai said again, and said with a smile: "There is no discussion."