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As soon as I got on the account, I was stuck with a private message, and my phone felt hot, and I couldn't even turn the page.Fortunately, it's winter now, if it's summer, Xie Er will also change his mobile phone.Shell waited helplessly for a while, then clicked into the private message to clear a wave, and only replied to a few familiar ones.

He has built this trumpet for three years, and it has been around since he entered the entertainment circle.But the later development was outrageous that he never expected, and finally became an undisclosed tuba.That's why he was able to confidently say that he didn't have a trumpet when Brother Tian questioned him.

From the very beginning, after accidentally seeing a thick-painted cartoon of Wu Fuyang, Xie Er drew a picture of him wearing an armed police uniform and posted it on Weibo out of curiosity and a faint mentality of showing off his skills. A week later, he unexpectedly became popular .

He liked drawing when he was a child, but he didn't learn it systematically.Later, I started watching videos in high school, groped and drew on my tablet, and slowly learned a lot.But it was high school after all, and culture classes were the main thing, so he didn't often draw in front of Wu Fuyang, and only occasionally let him see a few by coincidence.

That picture was so popular that it was even pushed to a popular comment on Wu Fuyang's Weibo.Schell was frightened, and for a long time later he dared not take this account again, for fear of exposing himself.Fortunately, Wu Fuyang didn't respond and just saved the picture.

When drawing that picture, he deliberately changed his customary signature, a single letter E, before it was ER.But the painting style is the same, and the signature is just one letter removed.He was always anxious, and it was not until half a year later that he confirmed that Wu Fuyang might not have noticed the signature at all.

Probably because I don't get in touch with this circle, so I don't deliberately read the signature, just like people who don't usually read poetry anthologies don't pay attention to the author.

Then he indulged, and even the waves flew up, and the paintings became more and more provocative, and...

I can be fat but my CP must be married: madam, are you still accepting the manuscript :D

Civil Affairs Bureau: Ma'am, come back quickly! ! !The concert is full of sugar! ! !I beg you to come up with new paintings!

To put it bluntly, Li: Is your wife still accepting CP drafts?It's been so long since I haven't come out, so I don't think I'm not a fan! ! !No!Come back soon woo woo woo...

Shell: ...

He also wanted to woo woo, he also wanted to beep.

He even drew a fucking fanart of himself and Wu Fuyang, he would definitely die if found out...

"what are you doing?"

Wu Fuyang suddenly made a sound, which made Xie Er startled. The mobile phone flew out of his hand, bounced on the side of the bed and landed on the ground, and it was buckled upside down at Wu Fuyang's feet.

at the feet? !Fuck!when did he wake upWhy is he sitting there? !Am I dying?Is that the end?I'm only 21 years old...

Shell was frightened and froze in place, watching Wu Fuyang bend down to pick up the phone.

Chapter 11

Wu Fuyang picked up the phone and handed it to Xie Er without even looking at it.

It wasn't until the bathroom door was closed and the sound of water from the faucet came from inside that Shell came back to his senses.

Almost exposed, thanks to Aunt Cen and Uncle Wu's 20 years of excellent education, Wu Fuyang has become an extremely well-educated person.

Shell threw the phone aside, rolled over and buried his face in the pillow, and groped to get the phone under the pillow.

grass!Scared me.

After staying there for a few minutes, he suddenly got up again, jumped out of bed, turned on the light in the room, and pulled out a cardboard box from under the bed. Inside the box were a lot of old comics and an iPad with a leather case. Looks like a notebook.

Guessing that Yang Yang will take a while to finish washing, he has to change this thing to another place quickly, or it will be difficult to pick up when he tidies up later.

This is specially used for drawing by him. There is nothing in it, only drawing software. The photos saved are also group photos on Weibo, single photos of Yang Yang, and the dozens of pictures he has drawn.

He has a problem. He always feels that it is not safe to keep this thing under his nose, so he takes it with him wherever he goes.Wu Fuyang always knew that he had hidden something, but he didn't know what it was.

Although he knows where it is, he will not peek at it, which is why Shell dares to take it wherever he goes.

The suitcase was in the empty compartment of the closet, and the two of them put it together.

Shell held the iPad and gently opened the cabinet door, only to find that his suitcase was pressed underneath... Shell closed the cabinet door with a snap.

The sound of water stopped!

Shell hurriedly opened another cabinet door, and stuffed the iPad into the pile of long johns he hadn't worn in 800 years.He picked and pulled a row of clothes casually, pretending to be picking clothes.

Wu Fuyang walked out of the bathroom, glanced at him, and asked casually, "Do you want to go out?"

Shell picked out a creamy white sweater and a pair of slacks, and threw them on the bed.Hold on to the door of the cupboard and turn to look at him: "Aren't you going to move out today?"

Wu Fuyang walked to the small sofa and sat down. Before he could speak, he heard him say, "Why is there a red spot on your neck?"

Wu Fuyang reached out to touch his neck, and touched for a while according to the position he pointed, but he didn't feel any bumps or obvious protrusions.

"Have it?"

Seeing that he had groped for a while but couldn't find a place, Shell reached out and tapped the red mark on his neck, and said, "Here it is."

As he said that, he moved a little closer, his fingers barely touching the skin.

"It seems that the skin has been broken a little bit. Where did you rub it? Or did you accidentally scratch it?"

He got closer every time, Wu Fuyang subconsciously held his breath due to the faint touch of his fingers and the almost imperceptible slow breathing on his neck.

"I don't know, maybe I accidentally rubbed somewhere, I'll go and look in the mirror." Wu Fuyang forced himself to divert his attention, got up and went to the bathroom.

Because the two were so close, Shell was standing right in front of him, bent over.When Wu Fuyang got up, he held his arm with his hand, and the ends of his untied hair brushed against his collarbone.

Shell looked at the open door of the bathroom, put his hand on the slightly itchy collarbone, and let out a sigh of relief.

Wu Fuyang took a closer look at the red patch. It was actually a red mark, about three centimeters long, with a few blood spots in the middle.

He raised his hand to look at his nails again, they did grow a little bit, but they were only a millimeter beyond the free line, so they wouldn't scratch himself.He didn't want to understand what was going on, so he put it in the same category as the bruises that often appeared on his legs for no reason, and they didn't hurt anyway.

"Do you have nail clippers?"

Wu Fuyang walked out of the bathroom, first went to his desk, opened the drawer and began to search.

He has a good living habit, and always puts things back where they are after use, but this kind of gadget just disappears inexplicably, and it depends on whether you can find it or not.

Shell was changing clothes. After putting on his sweater, he turned his head and glanced at him. Without answering the question, he asked first, "Did you scratch your nails?"

Wu Fuyang didn't look up, his eyes searched in the drawer, "No, it grew a little bit, it's time to cut it."

Shell came over and produced a calfskin wallet from the shelf under the drawer he was turning over.Then he opened it, and took out a beveled nail scissors from the row of gadgets inside and handed it to him. "Nah."

Wu Fuyang closed the drawer, took the nail clippers and sat on the chair next to him, took out a piece of paper and put it on the table.

Ten seconds later, he frowned and called to Shell, saying, "Is there one that doesn't look like this, I won't use this."

Shell was summoned by him before he finished wearing a pair of trousers, so he had to say while putting on his trousers: "That is broken. Can't you cut off your right hand? You cut off your left hand first."

When he finished dressing and walked over, Wu Fuyang was cutting the nails of his index finger.

Shell stooped to take a look, only clipped his thumb.The thumb of the right hand is only cut a little, barely touching the free line.

Shell wondered: "Is it that difficult to use? I feel pretty good."

As he spoke, he pulled his chair over and sat down facing him.

"Give it to me, I'll cut it for you."

Wu Fuyang breathed a sigh of relief, handed him the nail scissors, then leaned on the back of the chair, his brows still frowning slightly: "This thing is designed to be cut by others, no matter how you look at it, I can't cut my right hand."

Without waiting for Shell to respond, he added another sentence: "The left hand is also struggling."

Shell laughed, but he didn't take it too seriously, and said along with him: "It's really not easy to cut. I almost cut meat when I used this for the first time, but it will be fine after I get used to it."

"However, maybe it was really cut for others." Shell pinched his fingers, lowered his head, and lowered his voice.

"Look, it's much easier to cut this way."

It is said to be long, but in fact, only a very thin arc is cut.This is Wu Fuyang's habit, and he can't stand the nails popping out, even if it's a little bit.Schell is also similar. Although the two have obvious differences in personality, they grew up together after all, and many habits are the same.

Wu Fuyang hummed, and his eyes fell on the top of his head.

The man woke up after sleeping, and before he had time to wash, his hair was messed up, like a feline sleeping with fried hair.

"Knock knock."

"Yangzi, thank you, are you up?"

It's Tian Ge.

"Come in, the door is unlocked." Wu Fuyang raised his volume and shouted towards the door.

Brother Tian opened the door and came in, muttering: "Those little brats are clamoring to go out for a meal before moving out. Do you have anything you want to eat? Hot pot... what are you doing?"

Brother Tian stared blankly at the two people sitting opposite each other in the room, one of them was holding the other's hand in both hands, with his head bowed.

Wu Fuyang turned his head to look at him, and his tone was bland and a bit inexplicable: "Cut your nails."

Oh brother, he said