Ziyan was a little hairy by Wei Liu's eyes, stared at Wei Liu and said, "Cousin, why do you look at me like this?" ”

Wei Liu put his hand on Ziyan's shoulder and pushed her out: "You stay away from me, as far away as you can." ”

Looking at Ziyan, a familiar feeling slowly spread, and the picture of being beaten by Commander Wei gradually became clear, what he just thought was right, sure enough, the few beatings he was beaten were related to Ziyan's comic exhibition.

"Cousin, cousin, don't do this!" Wei Zi pulled the door frame and didn't leave: "I won't let you out of women's clothes this time, I promise that I will never let you out of women's clothes, and I won't let you out of any Lingboli magic silk." ”

Wei Liu didn't know what these two names were, but the image of a big-breasted girl and a young girl came to mind.

With a black line, he actually had such a shameful thing, and when he came out of that big-breasted girl, he also filled his chest with a silicone prosthesis.

Looking at Ziyan again, it was a bitter hatred.

How could he have such a relative?

Carrying her by the back collar, he was determined to keep this scourge away from him.

"Cousin, if you go with me again, you will go again, after going this time, I promise not to pester you again in the future!"

Ziyan's fingers clung to the door, his face was full of determination, and he had a heroic posture of saving righteousness.

Although Wei Liu seemed to be unkind, his subordinates were extremely measured, although he knew that Ziyan was the culprit who caused him to be beaten by Commander Wei several times, but such a fuss also unexpectedly narrowed the distance between the two people.

In my impression, he and Ziyan seem to have been arguing like this since childhood, and the number of times he has carried the black pot for her is simply uncountable.

Seeing that Ziyan had no intention of letting go, her nails were all on the door frame, and Wei Liu didn't dare to really exert herself, so he stopped and stared at her condescendingly.

Ziyan's eyes lit up when he saw it: there is a door.

"Cousin, cousin, I know you're the best for me, so go with me again."

Wei Liu didn't speak.

Ziyan slapped the ass again: "Cousin, don't you know, the posters and characters you painted are the most popular, every time a lot of friends ask me to ask me, and let me print them into posters, so that they can collect them." ”

Wei Liu looked at the paintings on the easel by the window, his skills were indeed okay, and it was possible that he would be sought after.

Ziyan said a lot of good things, Wei Liu just didn't move, Commander Wei was looking at him unpleasantly now, he didn't want to touch Commander Wei's moldy head again, at least definitely not in a short time.

"Cousin cousin ......" Seeing that Wei Liu just didn't answer his words, Ziyan's eyes changed, and he magnified his move.

pinched his hand on his thigh, and immediately his eyes were tearful in pain: "Cousin, your sister and I have such a hobby in my life, and you can't bear to even help me with such a trivial matter?" Cousin......"

A pair of eyes blinked, tears in their sockets, and they didn't fall, they just turned.

But the more she looks, the more people feel as if she has been greatly wronged.

Somewhere in Wei Liu's heart, he was inexplicably soft, as if he didn't want to see Ziyan crying, as if he owed her.

Sighing lightly, Wei Liu said, "You can't let my dad know." ”

Although I didn't feel comfortable, I still said it naturally.

Ziyan snorted, jumped up directly, hugged Wei Liu's neck directly, and snorted on his face: "I know that my cousin is the best." ”

Wei Liu was stunned, pulled Ziyan's back collar and pulled her down, glared at her and said, "Are you afraid that my dad doesn't know?" ”

Ziyan hurriedly covered her mouth, laughed hehehe, and whispered: "That's decided, cousin, you hurry up and draw the picture for me in the past two days, I'll make clothes the day after tomorrow, and I'll come to you in a week." This time I guarantee that you will cos a perfect fit for your temperament. ”

Wei Liu's black face: "It's okay to paint." ”

Don't challenge Commander Wei's authority for the time being.

Ziyan only smiled, but didn't answer his words at all, waved his hand and said, "That's it, we'll see you later." ”

After saying that, she went downstairs with a cigarette, and Wei Liu heard her say to Mrs. Wei in a loud voice: "Auntie, you relax, I see that my cousin is recovering well, and his memory is no problem at all, I guess I just slept for too long and couldn't remember it for a while." ”

She said sweetly, and Mrs. Zhongwei was stunned, and Mrs. Wei was so happy that Mrs. Wei asked her to stay for dinner, Ziyan finally grinded Wei Liu's promise, where did she dare to stay to give Wei Liu a chance to regret it, while coaxing Mrs. Wei a few words, she slipped away under the pretext of something.

Wei Liu listened upstairs, a smile unconsciously appearing on his lips.

He was a little uncomfortable with this kind of life, as if it was too peaceful and beautiful, so that it was a little unreal.

But it is undeniable that he likes this kind of life.

A gentle mother, a strict but not indifferent father, and a cute little sister, this time, it seems that he has been asking for a long time, but he has never asked for it, but now it is alive in front of his eyes, and he has lived like this for more than 20 years.

It feels like a dream.

Stretched out his hand and looked at his palm, who can tell the difference between dream and reality?

Maybe when you are in a dream, you will feel that everything that is real is a dream.

Turning back to the room, as soon as I pushed the door open, I saw that the piece of rice paper that had just been hurriedly stuffed into the drawer was spreading a corner under the action of the wind blowing outside the window.

The antique woman, only the face, is blank.

Who is it?

Have you ever seen one?

When did you see it?

Why is it that the hand is like having a consciousness of its own, even if there is nothing in the mind, but unconsciously drawing her image?

Wei Liu stared at the painting for a moment, walked over, folded the paper neatly, and put it into the bottom layer of the stack of paintings next to it.

Wei Liu's participation in the Comic Con was not hindered too much, the main reason was that Commander Wei did not spend much time at home, and Mrs. Wei was because he did not die, so no matter what he did, he felt good, and naturally he would not obstruct anything.

Wei Liu drew a few cartoons according to the comic books she brought Ziyan, according to the characters she designated, and drew the costumes, and asked Ziyan to find someone to do it.

On the day of the Comic Con, Ziyan came to Wei Liu early, and he was dressed normally.

Wei Liu raised his eyebrows and said, "Why didn't you change your clothes?" ”

This doesn't match Ziyan's personality, as early as when the clothes were still being made, Ziyan said that she was going to wear clothes and go directly to the comic show, and if Wei Liu remembered correctly, she almost ran over directly in cos costumes at almost every comic show, but this time, she didn't wear it.