my brother is not cute at all

The weather was very gloomy, with dark clouds rolling over the city, the air was mixed with a pungent dusty smell, and the dull smell made people feel a bit depressing even when they were breathing.

It is going to rain.

Looking at the drowsy sky, Yang Yue sat under the tree and looked at Yang Yu and Yang Yang who ran back from a distance, and shouted to them: "Brother, it's going to rain, are we going home?"

The two elder brothers ran under the tree, Yang Yang handed him a transparent glass ball with blue patterns on it, and smiled at him mysteriously: "Look, Yang Yue, what is this?"

"Glass ball?" Yang Yue held the bead in her white and clean hands, feeling a little novel: "It's so shiny, so beautiful."

"Give it to you," Yang Yu said, "Where do you think we picked it up?"

Yang Yue raised her head in doubt.

Yang Yang pulled him up from the tree, pointed to an unlocked gate in the distance and said, "Over there, there are a lot of these beads inside, do you want it?"

"I..." he thought, but it was too dark in there, and it looked very cold.

"We're going to explore inside." Seeing him hesitate, Yang Yu took his hand and dragged it over there: "It's really interesting inside, if you're a boy, you have to go in and have a look."

"Yes, you dance every day, motherfucker, what will you do if you become a little girl someday?" Yang Yang also pushed him to go there: "Go in and take a look, you are the coolest boy."

"But it's too dark in there, and I'm a little scared."

"Don't be afraid, we will accompany you in." Yang Yang pushed him to the door and stopped: "Look, you are here, you go in first, and we will follow behind you."

Yang Yue timidly took a small step inside, it was really cold inside.

"Where is this?"

He took another step cautiously, would there really be many, many glass balls inside?

A bone-piercing chill climbed up his limbs like a ghost, his legs were firmly nailed in place, and he dared not move.

This feeling is so wrong.

"Brother, do you want to come in?"

For some reason, his voice was trembling uncontrollably, and when he turned his head again, how could there be shadows of Yang Yu and Yang Yang behind him?

The open door suddenly gathered from both sides!He wanted to escape, but as soon as he took a step, he was pushed to the ground by a hand stretched out from between the cracks in the door!

"elder brother!"

boom!

The iron door slammed shut with a dull bang!Then, a piercing laughter erupted outside the door——

"Hahahaha you've been lied to! Do you know where it is? This is the morgue! It's full of ghosts!"

"Look at what you're holding in your hand, it's a ghost's eyeball! Hahahahaha!"

mortuary?Ghost eyeballs?

He opened his thin hand, and the glass bead lying quietly in the palm glowed fiercely in the cold darkness, and the twisted and condensed blue pattern inside was like a hideous eye in the dark cold light. Staring at him, exuding a strange blue light...

"Yang Xiaoyue."

"Little milk moon!"

"Yang Yue, are you deaf?!"

Jiang Haibo's sharp and impatient voice suddenly brought him back from the frightening memory!

"What are you doing? You're only deaf," Yang Yue relaxed her trembling and tense back, and gave Jiang Haibo a white look.

"It's not very scary inside. A lot of ghosts are made by people, and you can play with them. Do you want to try?" Jiang Haibo asked, pointing to the door of the haunted house.

"I..." Yang Yue hesitated.

The watery and clear light in the depths of his almond pupils is like a candle lamp flickering violently in the wind, the tongue of flame twists and trembles slightly, as if it will be extinguished at any moment.

Hou Zeqi saw it, and when he moved slowly, he suddenly stood in front of him, like a warm and steady wall, covering the entrance in front of his eyes.

"Do you want to drink milk tea?"

Yang Yue: "Huh?"

"There's milk tea over there, do you want to drink it?" Hou Zeqi raised his chin and asked again.

Yang Yue looked back, how could there be milk tea?Isn't that for throwing darts?Am I blind?

"Let's go, go over and see what's there," Hou Zeqi couldn't help but pull him up and leave.

The moment Yang Yue's pupils dilated, Jiang Haibo and Yang Xing yelled "—hey!" at the same time, and Hou Zeqi waved his hands back without looking back: "You two go in and play, We went to buy drinks."

Yang Xing and Jiang Haibo: "..."

Standing next to the stall for buying milk tea was a staff member wearing a doll costume and taking a photo with the children. Hou Zeqi took Yang Yue out several hundred meters based on his memory before finding him.

"Is this what you said 'there's milk tea over there'?" A cup of warm pearl milk tea was inserted into a straw and handed to Yang Yue. Bad enough."

Hou Zeqi was noncommittal, sat down on the bench beside him and leaned back, a pair of long legs that had nowhere to rest were idly folded together, and stretched out straight to the distance: "Tell me, why did you lose your mind just now?" ?”

"Think about things, can't you? You even have to ask this?"

Yang Yue looked down at his long, long legs stretched out with great hatred, and secretly stretched out her own thin legs, which were much shorter than others. He was a little frustrated, but quietly and quietly Pull the legs back.

Hou Zeqi saw this series of small movements. He didn't expose the person, but restrained himself a little, and shrank his legs that were standing outside to block the way: "Oh, afraid of ghosts? Are you afraid that you will lose face if you speak out?"

Yang Yue was blunt and angry: "Then what's the shame? Who hasn't something to be afraid of?"

"Then why are you afraid? There must be a reason?" Hou Zeqi put the straw in his mouth and took a sip of the drink in his hand.

When Yang Yue turned her head to go over, she happened to see his rolling Adam's apple. Looking along the straw, it was his sharp and thin lips. The lines were smooth and beautiful. The stern facial lines added a bit of amiability and freshness, but there was a hint of alienation.

Yang Yue's Adam's apple also rolled, and her dark eyes continued to follow his straight and narrow nose, and finally stopped on his eyebrows and eyes, which were much deeper than ordinary Asians, and asked: "Where is your cup?" What? Why is it so beautiful?"

Hou Zeqi's hand paused, he looked at the transparent cup filled with colorful fruits, shook it and said, "Siji fruit tea, it's delicious, do you want to try it?"

"Forget it," Yang Yue muttered softly, "You've already drunk it."

Hou Zeqi smiled: "Then I'll buy you a new cup?"

"No need," Yang Yue said, "I have to queue up to go to the toilet later, which is troublesome."

Duplicity, why so cute.

Hou Zeqi looked at his clear and lingering side face, he was a bit cold, but this kind of facial lines with a touch of aura made people feel very comfortable, like a little bit of smart snow on the top of Kunlun Mountain, stained With immortal energy, she turned into a snow elf, and even the tiny mole on the tip of her nose was fatally seductive.

It's strange, I didn't think he was so good-looking when I saw him for the first time, how come the more I get used to it, the more stamina I get?

There was a sudden silence between the two of them. He followed Yang Yue's eyes and looked into the distance, and found that the ancestor was squinting his eyes and staring at the two children in the distance with great interest.

They painted cute face paintings. A little boy who looked a little older was handing a hydrogen balloon to a little beanie girl with a hairpin with animal ears, and then bent slightly to tie the balloon to the little girl's strap On the skirt, the immature childish voice said crisply: "Give this to my sister, so that no matter how far away, I can find my sister at the first sight."

The woman next to him smiled and asked him: "Then you gave the balloon to your sister, what should you do?"

The little boy thought for a while, and grabbed the little girl's milky white hand: "I don't want balloons, I just want my sister, and I want to protect my sister."

The little girl's father asked her: "My brother gave you a balloon, do you like my brother?"

"I like it!" The little girl's voice was so sweet and waxy that it melted my heart.

Seeing the family of four happily laughing together, Yang Yue's expression also relaxed a little bit, a faint smile appeared in Qing Ling's eyes, and there were strands of fireworks rippling.

Hou Zeqi's eyes also rippled, and the subwoofer sounded unexpectedly: "The kitten painted on that child's face is quite cute."

Yang Yue didn't know why he suddenly observed that, so she asked, "Do you like it?"

Hou Zeqi didn't answer, but just pulled him up: "There are paintings over there, go and have a look."

The make-up artist at the booth had been secretly watching the two of them for a long time. Seeing them approaching from a distance, he quickly handed over a picture album to them with a smile on his face.

"For face painting, our pigments are not harmful to the skin, and they won't fall off when playing rapids, and they will be clean after washing with facial cleanser at home."

"We can draw all the patterns in this album, does the handsome guy want to draw one?"

Yang Yue bit the straw and watched as Hou Zeqi took the album and casually flipped through it. Suddenly, on a certain page, she saw a cartoon little monkey making a funny face, with a round head and a round brain. With a small pink tongue.

He bit the straw and chuckled, reached out and clicked on the pattern: "This little monkey is quite cute."

The skin on the wrist rubbed against the back of Hou Zeqi's hand, itching slightly, which made him pause for a moment.

"You like this monkey?" He tilted his head to look over, with a deep smile in his eyes.

"Well, it suits you," Yang Yue said.

"Okay," Hou Zeqi was in a good mood, and handed the picture album to the little girl at the booth and ordered, "Draw a little monkey on his face."

Yang Yue: "?"

The little girl at the booth agreed, and with a smile, she pulled Yang Yue to a chair and sat down, took out a small watering can and cotton pads to help him wipe his face.

Yang Yue's whole body was stiff, like a picture of being kidnapped, and she asked Hou Zeqi without even daring to blink: "Why did you draw it for me? Don't you like it?"

"Monkeys are what you like, I'll draw something else," Hou Zeqi said, and with a casual glance from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Yang Yue's shiny, white and slender ankles under the cropped suspenders.

The ink-colored tattoos were printed on the cold white skin, revealing a kind of fragile depth.

"Handsome guy has three-dimensional facial features. Would you like to try this half-face mask? Many people have painted this," the little girl turned her head and pointed to the half-face mask on the roll-up while spraying the cotton pad on her hand with a small watering can. makeup.

"No need, let's draw him a pig," Yang Yue hurriedly replied.

Hou Zeqi smiled: "Let me draw a moon."

"..." Yang Yue was dumb for a moment, and shut her mouth obediently.

Another make-up artist with flushed cheeks was shy for a while, and finally got up the courage to come up to him, took Hou Zeqi to sit on the chair opposite, and asked in a low voice: "Will it be too monotonous to only paint the moon? I learned design, and I will help you." You add a few stars."

Hou Zeqi: "No need, just draw the moon."

The little girl persevered: "You don't like stars, I can add something else for you, can Yutu?"

Hou Zeqi: "What a bitch the rabbit is, why don't you draw a sheep."

Yang Yue: "..."

You're not done yet.

The little girl thought for a while, then flipped open the album, and pointed to the cartoon sheep hanging on the branch to show him: "Look at that handsome guy, can I change this branch into a moon for you?"

"You can do whatever you want," Hou Ze said with seven heads growing up.

Seeing the little girl chattering around him attentively, Yang Yue suddenly thought of Tang Monk in Pansi Cave, and couldn't help but want to laugh.

He has to admit that Hou Zeqi, who is a man of scenery wherever he goes, does have a face that is easy to attract bees and butterflies. His racial talent has endowed him with the handsome lines unique to orientals and the unique beauty of westerners. The three-dimensional facial features, colliding together, condensed into an astonishing modeled face.

Along the way, all the little girls who passed by them couldn't help turning their heads to look him up and down, and then whispering away, even when the blond-haired and blue-eyed international friends came towards him, they would look sideways at him frequently.

Handsome is really handsome, but it's a pity that he has a long mouth.

Yang Yue silently made a conclusion in her heart.

"Handsome boy, you are so good-looking, I dare not even get close to look at your face," the little girl said blushingly as she finished adjusting the paint, and she was taking deep breaths excitedly as she approached.

Hou Zeqi narrowed his deep eyes: "Oh, then can you reach me if you are far away?"

"..."

The brush that the little girl extended into the air stopped abruptly.

Yang Yue gave a thumbs up silently in her heart.

Your mouth really doesn't disappoint at all.