Elf King, Professional Vase

After hearing the familiar sound, Meng Wen'an wiped his hands on the cloth towel, and took the phone beside him to unlock it.

Open the software skillfully, and switch to the interface of Su Bai's trumpet.

The first thing he saw was a freshly baked q-version figure, Meng Wenan recognized it with almost no effort, the one he drew was himself.

But unlike others, what attracted him the most in the painting was the figure from the back with only the small ears exposed.

Meng Wenan's eyes turned around in the hall, but he didn't see the two cat ears brought back for them, and a smile of unknown meaning appeared on the corner of his lips.

However, after looking back, he saw a new content posted by the white account, which made him feel a little heartbroken.

Except for the video with Meng Wen'an, Su Bai seldom held the phone and refused to let go, but now, he looked at the small screen with extremely focused eyes.

Many of them were giving advice seriously. Of course, there were also some weird ones, such as those who directly treated themselves as gifts, and were directly passed by Su Bai.

Just watching, the comments gradually started to go wrong, from brainstorming ways to help my wife confess, to showing affection.

After reading it, he gradually summed up a truth, whether it is clipping the note in the other party's favorite book, or folding it into flowers, or writing acrostics, singing love songs, or even burning his confession into In addition to tapes and CDs, in recent years, with the advancement of technology, there are also vlogs and micro-films, almost all showing their talents.

Putting down the phone, Su Bai was thoughtful.

In fact, the form is secondary, the most important thing is sincerity.

Su Bai stretched his waist. According to the tradition of their elves, if they like someone, they will first use some other excuses to invite the other party under the tree of the elf mother tree, and then express their love for the elf mother tree under the witness of the elf mother tree. each other's love.

If the other party is the same as him, then naturally everyone is happy, but if not, then the other party will not go at all.

Unless the other party doesn't know this tradition at all, but such people are very rare and are generally outsiders.

But now, the elf mother tree is basically sleeping in Su Bai's body. Could it be that Su Bai wants to confess his love to Meng Wen'an under his own witness?

"This sounds a bit strange. Do I have to say, Brother Meng, under my witness, I will..."

Thinking of that scene, Su Bai couldn't help but raise his hands to cover his face.

That would only be considered a neuropathy, right?

New Year's Eve

When seeing Meng Wenan in the living room, Su Bai was surprised for a moment, he subconsciously glanced at the wall clock on the wall, it was nine o'clock in the morning.

Although he said he wanted to sleep well during the holidays, probably because of his biological clock, Su Bai still couldn't get up too late.

Meng Wen'an asked back, "Ah Bai seems surprised to see me?"

Su Bai came down from the stairs, took the milk handed over by Meng Wenan, frowned slightly, "I want coffee."

"Drinking coffee early in the morning is not good for your stomach." Meng Wenan's tone was soft but firm.

Su Bai didn't pay too much attention to what he drank in the morning. After taking a sip, a circle of milk mustache was left on the edge of his lips. After subconsciously licking it off with his tongue, Su Bai said with some doubts, "I thought you were going back Spend New Years with your family."

Meng Wen'an was keenly aware of the disappointment that was well concealed in Su Bai's tone.

He hesitated a little more in his heart, but thinking of Meng's father's possible attitude, Meng Wen'an gave up the urge to take Su Bai back to Meng's house for the new year.

Maybe the old man said something inappropriate, Meng Wen'an felt that maybe he should speed up the pace of solving it.

Otherwise, in case the old man hears something and goes to Su Bai and says something unpleasant...

After getting into the car, Meng Wen'an leaned on the back seat and began to close his eyes to rest his mind.

Meng's father was very angry with Meng Wen'an's choice to be an actor, and once threatened to cut off his living expenses directly.

However, Meng Wen'an was also aware that Meng's father had provided him with a lot of help behind his back, but the old man refused to bow his head and refused to admit it.

As for Meng Wen'an's ups and downs in the entertainment circle these years, it is impossible to say that he has not received the protection of the Meng family at all.

It was also because of this that although Meng Wen'an and Meng's father had serious disagreements, Meng Wen'an still had to come back on such an important day as the Chinese New Year.

As the car gradually stopped, Meng Wenan raised his head and looked at the familiar house.

After entering the hall on the first floor, Meng Wenan immediately heard a cold snort.

"Hmph, are you finally willing to come back?"

On the sofa, Meng's father was sitting fiercely, looking as if he wanted to have a good talk with Meng Wen'an.

Meng Wenan said in a flat tone, "Father."

Father Meng's gaze fell on a flat cardboard box in Meng Wenan's hand, "What did you take?"

Meng Wenan handed the flat box in his hand to the housekeeper, "A gift."

Hearing that it was a gift, Father Meng's eyes brightened for a moment, but soon, he coughed, trying to cover up his expectation, and muttered, "You still have a heart."

Anyway, I still know to come back during the Chinese New Year.

The butler at the side had already opened the flat box.

Wrapped inside is an oil painting, not too big, almost half the height of a person. The painting on it is a ballet dancer who is dancing.

The pure white ballet skirt, a few strands of hair hanging from the sideburns, and tiptoes stand on tiptoe. Thanks to the painter's climax painting skills, the people in the painting are lifelike, as if they will come alive from the painting in the next moment.

Her face was full of smiles, as if she was immersed in the soft music. If you look closely, you can see that the facial features of the dancer in the painting are somewhat similar to Meng Wen'an, and people can't help but speculate that he is similar to the one in the painting. dancers, what would be the relationship?

After seeing the ballet dancer in the painting, Father Meng squeaked and stood up from the sofa, staring fixedly at the oil painting. At that moment, in those eyes similar to those of Meng Wenan, Emotions are complex.

"Does father like this gift?" Meng Wen'an's calm and indifferent voice broke the quiet atmosphere.

Father Meng looked away from the ballet dancer, and slowly moved to Meng Wenan. He almost gritted his teeth and said, "You—"