MTL - Stupidly Cute Qing Mei: The Childhood Friend is Too Black Bellied-Chapter 30 Let me write a love letter 5
Two days later, Cheng Zhiyan saw a letter with his name beside his pillow.
On the envelope of kraft paper, the three characters of Cheng Zhiyan were neatly written.
Cheng Zhiyan picked up the letter, looked at it strangely, then opened the envelope and shook out a piece of paper from it.
It was a very ordinary and ordinary A4 white paper. On the white paper, some messy lines were drawn like ghost symbols, straight lines and curves were mixed together without any rules, and it was impossible to see what it was.
Cheng Zhiyan looked at the paper with a black line, turned around and shouted at his mother who was cooking downstairs: "Mom, where is the envelope next to my pillow?"
"That ..." Cheng Zhiyan's mother turned off the cooker hood, raised her head and shouted at the son upstairs: "That's a love letter from a rabbit, and she asked me to put it on your bed."
"That's it? A love letter?" Cheng Zhiyan shook off the paper in his hand, and raised his eyebrows at his mother, pointing to the messy lines above.
"Hey, bunny is only three years old, and can't write, so he can only paint." Cheng Zhiyan's mother smiled a little awkwardly, explaining for her daughter-in-law.
"..." Cheng Zhiyan could not help but rolled his eyes. "What's all painted on it, did she tell you?"
"Tell me." Zhou Yan wiped his hands on the apron, and then took the blank paper in his hand, pointing at a circle inside it: "Bunny said that this circle is you, The small circle next to her is her, and a smaller circle here is your two children. "
"..." Cheng Zhiyan was full of black lines.
"There's something else ... Uh ... I didn't understand what she said ..." Zhou Yan smiled awkwardly, shoved the blank paper in his hand back into his son's hand, and turned around: "I continue cooking Now, just ask what you do n’t understand. ”
"..." Cheng Zhiyan took the paper silently, looked at it for a long time, and returned to the room.
In the evening, as usual, the bunny came to play with Cheng Zhiyan.
"Brother Orange Juice, Brother Orange Juice, have you received the love letter I wrote to you?" As soon as the rabbit rushed into them, holding Cheng Zhiyan's arm, he asked hopefully.
"... received." Cheng Zhiyan hesitated and nodded.
"Did you watch it?"
"Looked."
"Do I write well?"
"... Okay." Cheng Zhiyan replied very disapprovingly.
"Hey ... then I will write a love letter to you every day." The little rabbit took Cheng Zhiyan's arm and put his little head on him, thinking about it, and suddenly opened his mouth and asked Cheng Cheng: "Brother Orange Juice . "
"Ok??"
"What is the relationship?"
"Ah?" Cheng Zhiyan said for a moment, looking down at the innocent little rabbit.
"When two people are kissing, why should one eat the other's mouth?"
"..."
"Also, how did the child get born?"
"..."
"Brother Orange Juice, why don't you speak?"
"..."
"Brother Orange Juice, are you hot? Why are you sweating?"
"..." Cheng Zhiyan reached out and wiped the sweat on his forehead, smiling a little awkwardly at the rabbit, and then fled without a word.
