() shows that he knows that he is facing a strange world, and he urgently needs some knowledge to integrate himself into it.

......The tray in the boy's hand was heavily placed on the table, apparently with an eviction order.

Zi Ye seemed to be deaf and still looked at the room by herself, looking deaf.

"By the way, I heard that you often write and chat with them, and you're in a good mood...... I can't do it, it's okay to talk about it in my mouth, if I am allowed to write...... Then I'm done......"

She suddenly smiled at the boy with a smile like a flower: "Because my writing is ugly......

Regardless of the disgusted and hateful look on the boy's face, she raised her hand and picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote a few words on the rice paper.

It's just her gesture of writing, so that the thunder observed behind the small hole in the dark room really doesn't dare to compliment.

The appearance of the brush, and the child, is simply a fight.

In fact, this is not to blame Ziye, she is a modern person, it is good to be able to practice pen words well, where is there still leisure and idle time, practice brush words to cultivate sentiment.

Fortunately, her own Purple Night is also a gentleman, so even if she doesn't write well, no one investigates whether there is a problem.

It seems that she is such a good person, and there is something wrong with the handwriting.

Wanqiu muttered, "What is Young Master Zi doing?" That kid was visibly hostile......"

"I feel like I'm also ......" Lei Xing also frowned: "This kid doesn't say anything, but he doesn't leave, just wants us to put Yuqiang on the auction list...... Not to mention the price...... Looking at his appearance, it seems that he has the right eye, and he doesn't want to give money...... If it's not right, it won't be sold for ......"

In the room, Zi Ye had already scribbled a few words, and then indifferently threw down the brush, and looked at the boy with a smile.

"Come and see, how did I write? Is there any good for you? ”

How do you know that the little boy didn't buy his account at all, standing there, squinting coldly, with no intention of stepping forward at all.

Zi Ye seemed to have a bit of a boring Nunu mouth, and shrugged helplessly: "Okay, okay, even if I don't say anything...... Eat some fruit yourself, if you want to come to me, you should know how to do it......"

Purple Night Lotus moved lightly, slowly passing by him, and when she missed his head, she suddenly raised her hand and pressed his little head.

The boy's head instinctively parted, as if he wanted to avoid Ziye's palm, but when he was halfway apart, he didn't dodge again, but let Ziye's little hand rub his head vigorously,

Rubbing the bun, Zi Ye opened the door with a smile and retreated, and closed the door with a charming smile.

The moment the door was closed, she saw that the palm that the child had been clenching was finally slowly released.

In the dark room next door, Wanqiu anxiously opened the door and let Ziye in.

"Young Master Zi, how is it?"

"Didn't you see that?" Zi Ye shrugged indifferently: "He's protecting himself...... The kid didn't know what he was hurt, and he was hostile to anyone and very guarded...... He doesn't trust any stranger, and he knows that he needs to be alert and vigilant in an unfamiliar situation......"

"Young Master Zi......" Lei Xing, who had been observing the boy, suddenly said in a rather strange voice: "That kid saw what you wrote......

Zi Ye's eyes trembled slightly, but he sat down at the table lightly: "What is his expression?" ”