Zefeng's eyes closed suddenly and opened quickly. His eyes were suddenly in the air, colliding with a pair of bright and dark eyes. Those eyes were clear and clean, like crystal balls played when he was a child, which made people want to plunge in and be willing to sink.
"Uncle?"
With a light floating sound, Zefeng's mind wandered back smoothly. Zefeng took a deep breath, pushed away Su Kui's small head, and said in a deep voice, "Wei Jing, speak well, what do you do at a sudden surprise?"
"But I'm asking uncle about it. He hasn't answered me yet!"
Su Kui blinked bitterly, holding the chair in both hands to look at him.
Zefeng:
Where does he have a real answer? At that time, I didn't think too much just because of curiosity. In addition, the cartoon also made him have a strange dream for a period of time, which is still vivid in retrospect.
What's the relationship between Qingyue, the fox fairy named Qingyue drawn by the girl in front of her, and the person in front of her, who left Qingqiu and gave up her body of fairy bones to stay with Feichen forever?
The air becomes thick, and every breath is like a factor that makes people restless. Zefeng doesn't know what it is, but he doesn't feel uncomfortable.
He moved his broad eyelashes, and his slightly drooping eyes covered his contemplation.
For the first time in 30 years, I felt so strange.
He could not help but frown and frown -
for a while, under Su Kui's burning eyes, he finally began slowly, "Wei Jing, I'm ten years older than you. I can't understand the experience of your age. But if you call me uncle, I will treat you as a junior. If you tell me your name, I will naturally go to see if your level has declined. "
Oh? Is that so?
Su Kui raised her eyebrows, held her chin in both hands, and motioned to Ze Feng to continue saying that she would not interrupt.
"It turns out that you are excellent. Congratulations, you are one step closer to your dream."
The boundaries of cartoonists are very broad. What is a real cartoonist? This, want Su Kui to personally explore.
"The story and painting style are very good. More fans like you. I'm happy for you."
Is that really the case? Zefeng doesn't know.
When he said that "I treat you as a junior", Zefeng seemed to have a weak voice in his heart. He told him over and over again, "no, no --"
but what is not it? He doesn't know.
"Well, it seems that I misunderstood it." Su Kui's disappointed and shriveled mouth said, "there is still a long way to go to catch up with uncle!"
Leaving the words, Su Kui said good night and turned out of Zefeng's room.
I don't know that someone behind me, just because of her words, turned the waves in her heart.
"Cough, cough..."
Zefeng can't help coughing and his ears are slightly hot. What is chasing him? Are girls today so open and bold?
He pursed his lips, felt his throat a little dry, and could not help but feel something to say.
However, listening to the sound of the door opening and closing, he didn't open his mouth in the end. He continued the previous topic.
-
does sunflower really have no effect on Zefeng?
In the early morning, the sunlight sneaked in from the gap of the curtain. On the dim ceiling, there was a light that was refracted, just like the aurora.