Yan Yan is so good that it is the name of a good-looking parrot, right?

Gu Yiyan looked at the bald clown parrot in the picture, and turned his head sideways and opened his eyes.

Gu Yinyin only felt that her brother was full of three words all over his body: no eyes.

It's obvious that he dislikes this little parrot.

Gu Yinyin took back her mobile phone, looked down at Xiao Yanyan again, and felt that although people are a little ugly now, they are not to the point of disgust, not to mention that when the hair grows full, it must be a beautiful little yellow bird.

So her brother's emotions came inexplicably.

It can't be that just because the name of this little parrot reads like his, he doesn't like people, right?

Is it so naïve?

Gu Yinyin raised her head again while thinking about it, and glanced at Gu Yiyan's expression.

Gu Yiyan had already picked up the book that was buckled next to him again, lowered his eyes and looked at it, the warm light fell on his perfect side face, he was too good-looking, delicate but not feminine, and the lights around him seemed to be hazy by him.

Gu Yinyin was in a trance, came back to her senses, and felt that no matter what the bastard brother's personality was, he was indeed good-looking.

And looking at this picture, the word naïve doesn't match him.

I guess I'm thinking too much.

Gu Yinyin thought so, retracted her gaze, and continued to chat with Yu Li.

Ms. Ji raised her eyes from the pile of jewelry and glanced at her son, who had been pretending to be a child since he was a child.

Then he snorted, and with a little amusement on his somewhat serious face, he took out an album of bracelets and looked at it.

That is, to bluff his own stupid girl, if he was really so calm, he wouldn't have read the page for more than ten minutes and didn't mean to turn the page.

***

After chatting with Gu Yinyin for a while, Yu Li went to pour a little medicine into the little cheek chicken that was resisting.

This little guy is too timid to do it, cowardly and noisy, and after being caught, he is covered in fur, and his eyes are closed and he makes a cry like killing a pig.

It's pitiful, and it makes people want to laugh when they look at it.

But looking at the metaphorical pear, I was much more energetic when I first picked it up, and there was nothing wrong with it except being ugly.

Resisting the other party, Yu Li plucked its hair.

What's wrong with touching your fur? I picked you up! Don't scream! After calling again, eat roast birds for supper!

I don't know if I felt threatened by Yu Li, or if I found that I was indeed not harmed.

The little bald chicken's voice became quieter, and he opened his eyes cowardly, finally planning to face the reality.

I saw a behemoth that was many times bigger than me, wrinkling its nose and glaring at me.

The eyes closed again in an instant, and the sound of killing pigs sounded even more poignantly.

Yu Li: ......

Okay, okay, you won this time.

Yu Li got up suspiciously, packed up her things and prepared to go to bed.

***

After a few days, Yan Yan finally got up from that state of being about to die, and probably knew whether Yu Li saved it or cowardly, but he was not so afraid, and he didn't let out the miserable pig killing cry when he just arrived home.

Every day, when he came out to eat and drink, he hid behind the fabric, revealing only a bald little head, tilting his head to look at Yu Li.

Yu Li was frightened by its pig-killing cry, and in addition to holding it down every day to spray its feathers, she didn't touch it.

Staying at home these days, in addition to taking care of this little bald chicken, is to study and write.