The paranoid actor sprinkles sugar every day

The next morning.

The weather is good, the summer breeze brings a slight warmth, and a faint fragrance comes through the windows, and the windows are shrouded by a golden and white light curtain, which looks extraordinarily beautiful.

Outside the house, it was very lively. In order to catch the temple fair, people in the village all went up the mountain with big and small baskets, full of ritual.

Jiang Silin woke up early today, and He Xiaofang woke up as soon as he got out of bed.

He Xiaofang just woke up, his voice was lazy, with Su Shuang's magnetism: "Sleep a little longer."

Jiang Silin said: "I can't sleep anymore, if I sleep again, I won't be able to catch up with the temple fair."

He Xiaofang said: "One day."

Jiang Silin: "I need to prepare some materials."

Only then did He Xiaofang let go of Jiang Silin. He sat on the bed with a few bristles of hair sticking up, looking at Jiang Silin resentfully.

"what are you going to do."

Jiang Silin didn't hide anything: "I plan to sell paintings."

He Xiaofang was puzzled: "Selling paintings? Oh yes... I remember that your paintings are beautiful, but you used to draw me in your notebooks."

Jiang Silin paused in his heart, and immediately covered it up, and said with a smile: "I have a free big star here, so I don't draw, wouldn't I be at a disadvantage?"

He Xiaofang also laughed: "Then you have to pay for my portrait rights."

"Okay." Jiang Silin didn't refuse, and walked to the sink and looked in the mirror, "You take those paintings, and the manuscript fee is enough for the copyright fee of your portrait rights. If there is more, I will give it to you."

He Xiaofang also stood up, walked to the sink, and patted Jiang Silin's butt hard.

It feels good in the hand, after all, it looks very warped.

Jiang Silin glanced at him, "Don't touch your hands randomly."

He Xiaofang: "Are you still murdering me?"

As he said that, he deliberately put his hand on Jiang Silin's buttocks and pinched it, it was painful.

Jiang Silin: "He Xiaofang, are you asking for a beating!"

He Xiaofang immediately admitted: "I was wrong."

Jiang Silin's pent-up anger was swallowed back.

"If you're so careful, I'll report you in front of the media, shameless old hooligan."

He Xiaofang hugged Jiang Silin from behind, and rubbed his face against his neck: "I'm so scared."

Jiang Silin pushed his face: "I think you are not clear-headed."

He found that He Xiaofang was clingy when he was not very clear-headed.

But he is different, he dares to do anything when he is not clear-headed, but he is bold and fierce.

He Xiaofang lowered his head and asked him: "Is your leg okay?"

Jiang Silin paused again, and let out an "um" in an unclear mood.

He Xiaofang: "See why you look unhappy? Could it be that I'm disappointed that I can't carry you?"

Jiang Silin was really speechless, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, you are right, well, let's wash up baby."

He Xiaofang laughed: "If you really want to recite, it's not impossible to recite you."

After speaking, a toothbrush was stuffed in his mouth.

"Can't you keep your mouth shut?"

He Xiaofang had a toothbrush in his mouth, his eyes curled into a smile.

He calls me baby.

……

The two tidied up their outfits and walked out of the room. He Xiaofang's expression turned cold in an instant, and he didn't smile much.

Jiang Silin looked at it and called him an expert.

"The actor, the real actor."

He Xiaofang didn't deny it, and he didn't admit it at the same time.

It's not like he can treat everyone the same way he treats Jiang Silin, and it's just this little heartless person who doesn't see beauty in his eyes.

He is mostly unwilling to talk to other people and is indifferent.

He asked, "You draw, what do you want to draw?"