my brother is not cute at all

The heavy wooden door was knocked three times, Ji Wanyu moved her gaze from the drawing to the door, and said in a soft voice with a hint of fatigue, "Come in."

Yang Yue unscrewed the door and walked in. He had just taken a shower, his half-length hair was still dripping with water, his handsome and clear facial features were soft and three-dimensional under the light, his black eyebrows and eyes like ink were on the cold white skin It oozes out densely, like a painting with a few traces of tenderness in the clear and meaningful.

"Mom, are you still drawing manuscripts?" He asked.

"It's you," Ji Wanyu smiled, and put down the pencil in her hand: "Aren't you going to bed so late? Don't you have to go to class tomorrow?"

"No hurry." Yang Yue came over and put the white porcelain bowl on the tray lightly on the desk. When she looked at it with eyes like lacquer spots, a few fluffy streamers reflected under the light: "Take a rest first. Come on, Sister Hong stewed bird's nest for you, eat it while it's hot."

"Okay, I'm really sorry to bother you," Ji Wanyu put down the drawing, and stirred the thick bird's nest in the bowl with a small bone china spoon.

Observing her side face carefully, you will find that the years have always treated her kindly to a beauty as gentle as jade, not only did not leave too many traces of aging between her eyebrows and eyes, but on the contrary, it was like carving and grinding a piece of beautiful jade. She has a beautiful temperament that has been polished and refined over time.

The crisp sound of spoons colliding with porcelain bowls was heard in the air, Yang Yue relaxed, and glanced at Ji Wanyu's densely packed sketches slumped on the desk, with a little thoughtfulness in her eyes.

"Luck bead?"

"Well," Ji Wanyu sipped the bird's nest, and followed him to look at it: "Recently, I have cooperated with the game company to design the surroundings of the transfer beads."

She took another bite of the bird's nest into her mouth, and suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Are you playing this game too? Then help mom to see, do you have any good ideas?"

One of the mother and son is a jewelry designer, and the other is a dance choreographer. They are both closely related to the creative direction, so that sometimes their design ideas always collide with unique sparks.

"As for bracelets, these mascots in the game are inherently unique. They can also be designed as beads through weaving techniques and the arrangement of beads to enhance the sense of design. Even if it is simple, it will not appear monotonous," Yang Yue's voice remained Always calm and clear, then turned his gaze to another drawing, slightly questioning: "Is this pendant a necklace? The outer layer is transparent?"

"Yes," Ji Wanyu swallowed the bird's nest in her mouth, and said some of her own thoughts: "The transfer bead is fixed on the pendant, and the outer spherical shape is transparent. Originally, I wanted to design it as a crystal bell. It is more in line with the aesthetics of your young people, but the beads are completely hollow and collide with the shell inside, and they are easy to be damaged after a long time, so I fixed the beads and pendants together, so that it is more like the crystal ball music box you saw when you were young. It's just turned upside down."

"It's interesting," Yang Yue nodded in agreement, but then asked a sharp question: "But have you ever thought that the transparent shell will lose its luster due to the influence of sweat and sebum when it is in contact with the skin for a long time? After a long time like this, will it look more..." He thought about it carefully, and finally found a word that was more appropriate but would not hurt Ji Wanyu too much: "Cheap?"

Unexpectedly, instead of being affected, Ji Wanyu gave him a look of approval. She suddenly laughed and continued to encourage him to continue: "Well, do you have any better suggestions?"

Some blurry fragments suddenly flashed in Yang Yue's mind, it was about a piece of jade hanging around his neck when he was a child. A suggestion was made based on Ji Wanyu's once convincing design draft.

"What if the pendant is designed as a knotted safety buckle by using the element of the transfer bead?"

"It's a safe knot?" Ji Wanyu's eyes flashed with joy.

"Well," Yang Yue nodded earnestly and resolutely: "That's your previous graduation project, right?"

Ji Wanyu grew up in the Jiangnan water town. When she was in college, she left home to study jewelry design at the Academy of Fine Arts here. When she graduated, she suddenly got inspiration from a buckle on her mother's cheongsam and designed a safety buckle. Set of pendants with knots for graduation design.

She deformed the heavy safety buckle and turned it into another round ring. The ball-shaped pendant in the middle made a delicate pattern like a knot. The braided rope used a special technique to divide the center into two A thread, a pendant knot, and a hanging ring, so that when worn around the neck, the weight of the knot will make it ingeniously hollow in the ring, just like a buckle tied, exquisite and exquisite .

After many experiments, she accidentally discovered that this pendant has a more unique feature, that is, when it is severely injured, the knot is protected by the outer ring, and the outermost safety clasp is broken first, while the middle one is broken. The peace knot will stay intact.

The ring is tied in a knot to keep it safe and sound.

When the safety buckle is put on the safety knot, even if you sacrifice yourself, it will block the fatal injury for it at that moment, and protect it for the rest of your life.

As soon as this implication came out, Dang even alarmed the professors of the entire design school.

Afterwards, Ji Wanyu took out a piece of mutton jade seed material that had been treasured by her family for generations, and spent a lot of money to find a well-known sculptor to make this knotted safety buckle, and hung it on Yang Yue's neck.

Even though she was tricked into the Yang family who was moved into a prison because of her momentary innocence, she still hoped that her son, who had been ignored and bullied since he was born, could live a safe life.

Yang Yue's suggestion instantly tore away the mist covering her eyes, and the end of the road suddenly opened up, giving birth to an endless fire.

"Your idea is really unique," she praised Yang Yue without hesitation.

"This is clearly your design back then, right? Why are you praising me?" Yang Yue laughed, the curved end of his eyes softened the cold sharpness between his brows and eyes, making him look extremely gentle at this moment: "Mom, If I remember correctly, did I have a knotted safety buckle when I was a kid?"

As soon as the words fell, Ji Wanyu's memory seemed to be torn into that particularly desolate winter, everywhere was plain white, the air was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant, and her son was sleeping peacefully in the On the hospital bed, there was no trace of blood on the lips, and the skin was as pale as a piece of fragile white paper. Only the thick eyelashes were like a smear of ink on the white paper.

His forehead was wrapped with thick gauze, and through the snow-white gauze, he could see the sharp blood oozing from the wound cut by the sharp stone.

With tears in her eyes, she watched the emaciated child sleeping there, spreading her palms tremblingly, only one safety knot was left on the pendant hanging on the red string, and the safety buckle that protected it, I don't know where it broke.

A strange child saved him...

At his son's most critical moment, he jumped into the ice-filled pool without thinking about his own life, and snatched him back from the hands of the god of death.

Ji Wanyu's heart was filled with thousands of complicated emotions. After a long time, she sighed softly, put the peace knot in her hand in an exquisite box, stuffed a letter in it, and found the The little nurse on duty in the emergency room handed the box to her.

After that, that pendant disappeared from Yang Yue's memory forever.

"Mom, Mom? Are you listening to me?" Faced with her mother's sudden distraction, Yang Yue couldn't help being a little puzzled.

Called back to her senses by him, Ji Wanyu hurriedly lowered her head and stirred the bird's nest that had lost its temperature in the bowl, without any trace of concealing the panic that flashed in her eyes, and smiled: "Ah, that pendant, it was inexplicable when you were in the hospital. It's gone, maybe lost on the road."

Yang Yue keenly noticed her strangeness, but didn't ask any more questions. He nodded thoughtfully, and finally glanced at the drawing on the table.

"Are you tired? Go to bed early after eating bird's nest. Staying up late is not good for your health."

He changed the subject, making Ji Wanyu breathe a sigh of relief.

"Go to bed first, I'll wash the dishes in a while."

Yang Yue nodded: "Okay, good night then."

"Good night."

The moment the heavy door closed, there was a dull sound. Ji Wanyu stared at the closed wooden door for a long time in a daze, before she let out a heavy sigh in the quiet air.

Early the next morning, when Ji Wanyu came down from upstairs after washing, Yang Yue was already quietly sitting at the dining table having breakfast. She walked over to say hello to Meng Hong in the kitchen, and sat down to Yang Yue. Beside him, he knocked on the table to complain about him.

"You child, eating is delicious, how can you play with your phone while eating?"

"Mom," Yang Yue greeted her, and then she shifted her gaze from the phone screen to her beautiful face without makeup.

"The academy is talking about rehearsals, let me check the schedule," he said, and then swiped the screen twice before pressing the lock screen and flipping the phone upside down on the table.

Ji Wanyu remembered the business, laughed and asked him: "Hey, baby."

Yang Yue stared at her warily. If he remembered correctly, the last time she asked herself to prepare the sleeve dance to perform at the wedding before her wedding was also a sign of this.

"This week is the National Day holiday. Your Uncle Hou is going to take me to the island for vacation. Let me ask if you want to go together?"

Yang Yue didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You two are in a world together, what do you want me to do with a light bulb?"

"Your uncle Hou said that the scenery over there is beautiful and there are many delicious foods. If you want to go, you can bring a few friends' children to accompany you," Ji Wanyu said.

"Mom, I really don't want to go," Yang Yue smiled helplessly: "We have rehearsals arranged in our courtyard for the National Day, and I can't leave."

"Why do you have to rehearse during the holidays?" Ji Wanyu was a little displeased, but thinking about it, this was the child's own business, and she had no right to interfere, so she could only sigh and let it go.

Yang Yue picked up the cup and continued to drink milk.

"Is the rehearsal schedule tight?" Ji Wanyu asked again: "Han Qing and Hong Jie have to go home during the holidays, and there is no one to take care of the Bishan Mountain. The jasmine I just planted in the yard needs to be watered regularly. Are you free?" Can you come back and take care of me?"

Yang Yue licked off the milk froth from the corner of her lips: "You've begged me so much, then I'll try my best to come back."

Ji Wanyu breathed a sigh of relief, picked up her chopsticks and ate her breakfast quietly.

At this time, there was a burst of cheerful footsteps on the stairs, and then, Tongtong jumped down the stairs in three steps at a time, blowing from the corner like a brisk wind.

"Auntie! Little cousin! Good morning!"

Although she is relatively round, she does not have accumulated layers of fat. Her excellent waist-to-hip ratio makes her figure like a plump hourglass. She looks extraordinarily energetic and lovely when she wears a skirt. When she smiles, she has two deep smiles. Small dimples, with an appeal that makes people want to laugh with her.

"Tongtong woke up? Come and have dinner, come sit with Auntie," Ji Wanyu greeted her with a smile.

Tongtong obediently ran over to take a seat, and before she picked up her chopsticks, she excitedly gave Yang Yue a mysterious wink: "Little cousin, I'll give you a gift! Guess what it is? I'll take it out if you guess right. "

Yang Yue was taken aback, but was soon amused by her innocent and lively appearance: "I can't guess, what is it?"

Smiling, Tongtong held up half of her small round face and stared at his face, sweeping up and down.

Strange to say, Yang Yue is actually very resistant and disgusted by this kind of warm and straightforward gaze, just like when Hou Zeqi looked him up and down with this half-smiley look, the inexplicable pain rose in his chest. Xie Huo'er could not wait for him to punch the opponent hard in the face every minute.But now facing this little girl's direct gaze, Yang Yue not only didn't feel uncomfortable, but even felt a little interesting.

Could it be that when people face cute children younger than themselves, do they really have this kind of weird psychology?Then when Hou Zeqi looked at himself, would he also...

What are you thinking?

Yang Yue was frightened by her guess, and quickly cleared this outrageous idea from her mind, and turned to Tongtong with a helpless smile: "Do you have to guess it before giving it to me?"

Tongtong saw that he was really not interested in guessing riddles with her, so she simply let him go.

"Okay, then I'll take it out," she said, taking out the sketchbook hidden behind her and sticking it in front of him, shouting excitedly: "Look! Does it look like it?"

Yang Yue looked at the watercolor painting on the gouache sketchbook, her apricot eyes were lively and her eyes were flowing, and the small iconic mole on the tip of her nose was like the finishing touch to the whole face, which was extremely vivid.

"You painted me?" He was a little surprised.

"Hmm," Tongtong proudly picked up a piece of pumpkin pie and bit it into her mouth, muttering and asking, "How is it?"

"Are you so good at drawing?"

"Hey, do you like it? I'll give it to you," Tongtong said, with a wave of her little hand, she tore off the page and placed it in front of Yang Yue.

"Thank you." This was the first time Yang Yue received such a gift, and he couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed.

The person in the painting is the night when they were playing games in the study, he was sitting on the sidelines, gnawing his fingernails and staring at the projection screen seriously.

Ji Wanyu came over to have a look, and praised sincerely: "Ah, Tongtong's drawing is really good."

Received rounds of praise early in the morning, and her proud little tail almost went up to the sky. She ate her breakfast happily, and said to Ji Wanyu with puffy cheeks: "Auntie, I'll draw another picture for you later!"

When Ji Wanyu heard it, she smiled even more charmingly: "Okay, then thank you in advance, auntie."

Yang Yue focused on the painting, and continued to look at it carefully. After the two of them had finished chatting, he hesitated to express the question in his heart.

"Am I... was eating my hands?" He struggled, as if trying to save the last bit of face.

Unexpectedly, Tongtong answered decisively: "Yes, I gnawed three fingernails in a row, and it tastes delicious!"

Yang Yue: "..."

Ji Wanyu couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing with a "puchi": "Look at you, it's been a problem for many years, and you can't get rid of it."

Yang Yue's face became hot, and she bit the rim of the milk cup in embarrassment.

When Tongtong heard it, she suddenly shouted excitedly: "I know, I know! I know how to change!" She swallowed the food in her mouth, and grinned mysteriously: "My cousin has many ways, I will tell him later, Guaranteed to let him solve this problem for you."

Yang Yue: "..."

That's not necessary.