Twelve o'clock in the evening

The wall of the Song family's courtyard popped through, and a dark shadow came in, tiptoeing out of the door.

Sneakily looking around, making sure there was no threat, reached down and pulled a key from the carpet in front of the door.

After the black shadow entered the living room, the cat shrank up the second floor, one foot just stepped on the stairs.

"Snap"

The living room lights are on.

There was a particularly handsome young man sitting on the sofa, Song Li saw the person clearly, breathed a sigh of relief, and put down the hand covering his head, "Little uncle, it's you, scared me to death"

Song Zijian saw that his nephew was disheveled, his hair was messy, he smelled of wine, a bloody scab on his forehead, and the corners of his mouth were blue, how could he not know what was going on.

"Don't go home, go out for a drink, and get into a fight, that's what you call a free life on the phone?"

Song Li seemed to ring that the little uncle did make a phone call this afternoon, and at that time he was forced by his mother to cultivate a relationship with Chu Ci, isn't this impatient, so he sent a jail to the little uncle, complaining, how could he have thought that he would be arrested by the party at night.

Song Li showed a flattering smile, "Little uncle, you must promise me, don't tell my mother about this, otherwise our family will explode with an atomic bomb."

"Let's talk about the situation first," Song Zijian didn't agree.

Song Li, no matter how embarrassed he was, he was bumped into, so he simply broke the jar and broke it, a fart, and sat on the sofa panting, "I didn't do anything bad, I was helpful, brave to take responsibility, I saw that the road was uneven, I pulled out a knife to help, and became a hero, otherwise, I couldn't watch my classmates being taken away by hooligans."

"Male or female?"

Song Li scratched his hair, "female"

"You like her?"

The young man pouted, and he was really the little uncle who hit the nail on the head, but when he thought of that stubborn little girl, his heart was like a cat scratching, a little itchy, and it was quite like seeing her again.

"I don't know, but I have a crush on her."

"What about Chu Ci?"

As soon as Song Li heard this name, he resisted, "I don't like her, I don't like her very much, this person is arrogant and arrogant, pretending, arrogant, in vain, right and wrong, stalking"

used all the idioms that could come up in his head and put them on Chu Ci's body, and finally said the key point: "I want to withdraw from the marriage!" ”

"And what if your mother doesn't agree?" Song Zijian thought of his sister-in-law's dedication to being a daughter-in-law, and had an inexplicable headache.

"Then I'll go on a hunger strike, discuss"

"I cut ties with them"

"I~, I ran away from home"

"I have clouds on my head, my feet on the earth, a dignified seven-foot man, and I will never succumb to their lewdness, under the authority" Song Li pointed a finger to the sky and swore an oath.

"Okay, bring the medicine box and I'll give you medicine" Song Zijian shook his head, his nephew seemed to be a bit sick in the second year, and at this age, he still fantasized that he was a hero, and he wanted to go to the end of the world with a sword.

"Hehe, thank you uncle, it would be better if you sponsored me more pocket money, my mother is really ruthless, she actually confiscated my pocket money, and wanted to force me back, hmph, I won't give in" Song Li has always been not afraid of heaven and earth, and he is also a cold male god in school, but he can only look like a boy who doesn't grow up in front of Song Zijian.

"Don't move, lie down"

"Hey, little uncle, you are light, it hurts~"

Chu Ci, who was thirsty in the middle of the night and wanted to drink water, suddenly heard such ambiguous two sentences while walking in the stairwell, and suddenly all kinds of pictures flashed in his mind.

In the living room downstairs, Song Zijian gave medicine to his nephew, and due to Song Li's non-cooperation, the potion was everywhere.

"Song Li, you look like this" is so good-looking, Chu Ci put the empty cup on the coffee table and watched Song Li's tragic situation up close.

"Chu Ci, why are you at my house?" Song Li looked frightened, I damn it, in order to chase me, you actually did whatever it took to live in my house, and the ghost will not go away.

"Uncle Song sincerely invited me to live here, I am really happy to be able to have close contact with you and cultivate feelings, my God, how could you be injured like this, who beat you?"

"Song Li, does it hurt, I'll give you medicine" Chu Ci picked up a cotton swab stained with potion and pressed directly on the blood scar on his head, and the corners of his mouth were filled with schadenfreude.

"Ah......h

Chu Ci calmly put down the cotton swab, poured himself a glass of milk, and looked in the direction of the sofa as he left, "Uncle, good night"

Early the next morning, Uncle Song had breakfast in the restaurant.

"Uncle Song, good morning"

Chu Ci was wearing a tender yellow sportswear, smelled a breath of fresh air, and ran around the house.

The oncoming Song Zijian was wearing ink-colored sportswear, because of the strenuous exercise, his short black hair was damp, and he actually revealed a hint of sexiness, "Ah Ci, early~"

"When did Uncle Junior get up?" Chu Ci turned his head and kept up with Song Zijian's footsteps.

"Six Points"

Chu Ci looked down at his watch, it was already seven o'clock, which meant that he had been running for an hour, no wonder he was in such a good shape.

In the room, Chu Ci made six papers in a row, and happened to encounter a big question in the back, which was beyond the scope of her knowledge, and went to the next room happily with the papers.

"Little uncle, help solve a problem" Outside the black door, a fluffy little head poked out, Song Zijian looked at the pictures on the laptop, frowned, very dissatisfied.

"Take it"

Chu Ci was answered under this low pressure, and his eyes moved to the laptop screen, the men and women on it were more archaic-style, but the clothes were too revealing, and the color matching was either red or green, what kind of strange aesthetic is this.

"Is Uncle Kid designing anime characters?"

"Well, I'm not satisfied with these shapes, it's too ordinary and popular" Song Zijian put the sketches one by one, very ordinary, without his own characteristics.

Chu Ci looked at the introduction of the character's characteristics, gradually sketched a picture in his mind, picked up a paintbrush, and depicted it little by little on the blank paper, "Anime with ancient characteristics, men's clothing can be distinguished by bamboo, auspicious clouds, patterns, hair, clothes, crowns, hats, shoes and socks."

"And women can use twelve hairpin flowers to stereotype, for example, peony represents grace and luxury, Junzi Lan is gentle and elegant, red plum has a noble character, etc., which can deepen the audience's impression of the character."

"Little uncle, take a look, are you satisfied?" Chu Ci stopped his brush.

"Yes, that's it" The more Song Zijian listened, the brighter his eyes became, until he saw the picture of the ancient lady on the picture, and a voice in his heart told him that this was the figure painting he wanted.

Song's mother made lunch, and Song Li got up.

At the dinner table, the four of them looked at each other without saying a word, and Song Zijian sent Chu Ci's design to the company group, which was unanimously praised.

"Ah Ci, the characters you designed are so good, I want to hire you as the chief designer of our company" Song Zijian looked at Chu Ci very seriously, like a treasure waiting for him to discover.

"What design?" Mother Song asked curiously.

"Sister-in-law, this is a character designed by Ah Ci" Song Zijian handed over the phone.

Song's mother is also a designer, from a female point of view, such a character is definitely poking at her heart, "This painting is amazing, very smart, and makes people feel like they are bright"