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The snow outside is getting bigger and bigger and denser, the wind is blowing the snowflakes wantonly, and the snowflakes are flying in the sky, beautiful and cold.

The room is warm, and soft music is playing slowly, which seems to calm the biting cold outside.

Ye Ya sat cross-legged on the fluffy carpet after taking a hot bath, and leaned lazily on the sofa. He was only wearing a thin sweater, with his coat turned inside out, and there was a bag of potato chips in the hat for him to eat , with a warm blanket covering his legs, with Kumamon in his arms, playing with his mobile phone enthusiastically.

Ji Huaiyuan was sitting on the sofa opposite him, drawing something on the paper with lowered eyes, with a focused and serious expression, and looked up at Ye Ya from time to time.

After chatting with the stabbing brother for a while, I understood the reason and process of the matter.

The end of the year is approaching, and it is a good time for the Tianlong Gang to exercise their hands and feet. The stabbing head does not need to come out to earn money, but recently he took in two younger brothers, and he followed them to supervise and train them on a whim. Unexpectedly, he ran into them at the entrance of the mall. I heard about the kidnapping of a young girl, and saw that the girl was quite beautiful, so I rescued her.

Ye Ya took the potato chips and put them in his mouth, making a crisp chewing sound of "click". When he saw the message from Brother Stingtou, he was speechless for a while: So you don't want to save it if you are not beautiful?

The prickly head has plausible arguments: Who would abduct her if she is not pretty?

The corner of Ye Ya's mouth twitched, he straightened his legs, and gave an example: Brother, do you only pick good-looking people to rob and steal?No way?You only look at whether they have money, similarly, they don't look at whether they are beautiful or not, as long as they are young women.

Sting Tou: I don't need to do these things.

Ye Ya: ...

Immediately afterwards, the stab head sent another message: "Okay, Ye Ya, you dare to come here to teach brother, how courageous you are?"

When Ye Ya saw the news, she immediately panicked. She put the potato chips that she was about to put into her mouth and put them back. She quickly confessed: Brother, I was wrong!I was wrong!Please forgive me!forgive me!

Stabhead: Hehe.

Seeing these two words, Ye Ya was terrified, and hurried to curry favor with him. Just as he touched the phone and typed the word "brother hug", his forehead was suddenly pressed lightly, and his eyes were blocked by a piece of white paper that fluttered with the movement. Ya reached out and grabbed the paper, wrinkled her face and raised her head to stare at Ji Huaiyuan: "What are you doing?"

Ji Huaiyuan raised his eyebrows slightly, motioning him to look at the paper.

Ye Ya wiped his finger and put the phone aside, raised the paper, and saw a Q-version figure drawn on it, wearing a coat and sitting cross-legged with his head down, playing with his phone. The drawing was very careless, with only a few strokes, and he still used a black neutral pen Yes, but quite expressive.

Ye Ya stared at the leaf above her head in the painting, frowning, dissatisfied: "Uncle Ji, why did you add a leaf, I'm not a slow sheep."

Ji Huaiyuan sat next to him, with a lazy and casual posture. Hearing this, he glanced sideways, "Don't you like it?"

Ye Ya cast her eyes on the painting again, and the more she looked at it, the happier she became, "I like it, I would like it even more without this leaf."

Ji Huaiyuan was originally translating literature on cell signaling pathways in English, but he lost his mind when he didn't know when. He moved his eyes away from Ye Ya and drew a scribbled picture. A leaf, who would have thought that children would think it was superfluous.

Ji Huaiyuan laughed, and reached for the painting in his hand: "If you are not satisfied, I will draw for you next time."

Ye Ya protected the painting and refused to give it, with a defensive face: "Do you want to go back?"

Ji Huaiyuan paused: "Huh?"

"It's mine once it's in my hands, and I refuse to return it." Ye Ya snorted coldly, still protecting the painting, not even letting Ji Huaiyuan touch a corner of the paper.

Ji Huaiyuan withdrew his hand, smiled, and said nothing.

Ye Ya put the painting on the other side, lifted half of the blanket to cover Ji Huaiyuan's lap, and then remembered that he was about to apologize to the stabbing head, so he quickly reached for his phone, but he was dumbfounded when he saw it.

When he put down the phone just now, he accidentally touched the send button and sent it.

Ye Ya: brother hug

Stabhead: Hold you paralyzed.

Stabhead: What the hell are you freaking out about?

Sting head: I am so used to you every day, and you are acting coquettishly, are you tired of living a really happy life?

Thorn head: hug

Ye Ya: "..."

Ye Ya quickly threw away the phone and pretended not to see it. She was so embarrassed that she didn't know how to reply.Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Ji Huaiyuan, but saw that he had closed his eyes, his body was leaning against the sofa, his head was slightly lowered, and his breathing was long and steady.

Fell asleep?

fell asleep?

Ye Ya asked in a soft voice, "Asleep?"

"No." Ji Huaiyuan still closed his eyes, his voice a little hoarse.

Ye Ya said: "If you're sleepy, go back to your room and sleep, don't you want a lunch break?"

"Not sleepy, just a little tired eyes, squint for a while."

Ye Ya let out an "oh", and seeing that Ji Huaiyuan hadn't opened his eyes, he carefully covered him with the blanket and twisted it lightly, "Then I'm going back to my room, do you need me to turn down the music? "

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, Ji Huaiyuan opened his eyes, looked down at the blanket on his body, and then looked at Ye Ya, "What are you going back to the room for? Staying here won't affect me."

As soon as Ye Ya took the painting, he touched his head and giggled stupidly: "I have something to do when I go back to the house, you can rest."

Ji Huaiyuan watched Ye Ya enter the room with a slightly worried expression on his face.

The first thing Ye Ya did when he returned to the room was to find a good light and take pictures of the painting!

He changed the angle and took several pictures, and finally picked out the one he likes the most, and then added filters and stickers. After busying for a long time, he nodded in satisfaction, completely unaware that this is not like the previous self at all, until The male Yeya hardly takes selfies, let alone finds angles and edits pictures.

Ye Ya sent the repaired picture to Moments, with the text: This is me—Ye Ya, a heartthrob, cute and handsome!

Chinese New Year is approaching, and it is the time when students and working parties take a break to play with their mobile phones. As soon as Ye Ya posted this, it took a few seconds for someone to comment on it.

Money: cute!handsome!

Qianqian is usually very idle, and often hangs out in the circle of friends. He has to post several posts a day. There was an exaggerated day when he posted more than 30 posts. Ji Jingyuan grounded him for doing something wrong that day. Feelings, one by one bombarded, Ye Yaguang's praise was so soft.

Ye Ya raised the corners of her mouth and replied with a smile: Uncle Ji drew it!

Money back in seconds: Isn't this level like him?I thought you drew it yourself.

Ye Ya chatted with him in Moments:? ? ?He said he drew it casually, and I think it's pretty good.

Qian Qianhui: No wonder, I said that his painting skills have dropped so much.

Ye Ya didn't return.

The good mood suddenly became extremely boring.

Seeing that he didn't reply again, Qianqian realized that he had said something wrong, so he privately poked him to send a message: Unhappy?

Yaya: Yes.

Qian Qian persuaded: Huaiyuan said that he drew it casually, it's okay, touch it, tell him to draw seriously next time!

Ye Ya was still bored, rubbed her phone with her fingertips, and asked after a while: Has Uncle Ji ever drawn you?

Qian Qian: No, what did he draw for me? I’m not familiar with him, okay?

Yaya: That's it.

...the mood seems to have improved a little bit.

Ye Ya suddenly realized the bad attitude just now, and secretly scolded himself for being too narrow-minded, he hurried to apologize to Qian Qian.

Qian Qian replied "It's nothing, don't worry about it" and turned to Ji Jingyuan inexplicably: "I think it's over."

Ji Jingyuan was looking at the document, when he heard that he raised his head from the computer, "What do you want to finish?"

Qianqian clicked twice, jumped off the sofa, jumped twice, and squinted at Ji Jingyuan, "Both of them will be finished."

It was as if he hadn't said this, and Ji Jingyuan went back to work, "What's wrong."

Money anger: "You scold me!"

Ji Jingyuan: "..."

Accidentally provoked the little ancestor again, Ji Jingyuan sighed, and shifted his gun quickly: "You scold them, they."

Qian Qian walked behind Ji Jingyuan, put his arms around his shoulders, and shouted, "Honey, has your brother ever painted for you?"

Ji Jingyuan was no stranger to Qian Qian's behavior of paying lip service. He turned his head and kissed Qian Qian's cheek, and said, "No, he painted the stars."

Qian Qian was surprised: "Who is the star?!"

"The cat raised by Huaiyuan junior high school is very old and has passed away." Ji Jingyuan took Qianqian's hand and squeezed it lightly, "Huiyuan is the main animation, it seems to be the only one."

Qian Qian shook his head, "No, there is Yaya, but Yaya can't die."

Ji Jingyuan: "...?"

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Ye Ya lay on the bed with Erlang's legs crossed, and started playing Doudizhu again. Although he also played during school, he was nervous and always felt uneasy. But staying at home during the holidays is different. He can hold his mobile phone confidently Go about your day with nothing to do.

After playing for a few rounds, I went to click on Moments and read it for a while. When I saw Ji Huaiyuan's likes, I jumped up from the bed. I was extremely shocked and took another look in disbelief.

The frequency of his Moments is not as much as that of money, but it is normal to have one in a few days. However, Ji Huaiyuan has never commented or liked it. He suspects that Uncle Ji does not know the function of Moments. .

Ye Ya took a deep breath, stared at Ji Huaiyuan's pure black profile picture, thought for a long time, and finally dragged Ji Huaiyuan into the blacklist of Moments carefully.

Seeing the only member on the blacklist, Ye Ya felt a little relieved, and continued to read the comments.

Sting head comment: Do you dare not reply to my message? !

Ye Ya: "..."

Why didn't he think of this when he posted the news!Ruined!

With a mournful face, Ye Ya sent out red envelopes one after another to apologize to the stabbing head, one word at a time, which made his heart ache.

Finally calmed down, he looked at the balance in his wallet and almost burst into tears. He ran to the living room to find Ji Huaiyuan and cried, "...my money is several hundred, rounded up to [-] million!"

"Don't worry about your [-] million." Ji Huaiyuan looked away from the screen and raised his phone. Ye Ya's circle of friends was displayed on it, which was blank. His tone was extremely complicated and unclear, "Why can't I see your activity?"