Xiaoling, who didn't know what was in his mind, mustered up the courage to ask Yilan for his autograph: "Master Yilan, I am your loyal fan!" She paused for a moment and quickly added, "I have bought the copybook! I am taking time to practice every day!"

Yilan didn’t know what buying copybook meant, so he was confused.

In his confused moment, Xiao Ling dared to observe his face carefully. The bridge of the nose is three-dimensional, the lips are thin, and the outline of the face looks like it is cut out, a bit like his father Yi Mingjie, but there is a deep spring in his eyes, like his mother Zhou Qianxi.

Xiao Ling couldn't help but sigh silently, it was really a good-looking gift from God.

But this God-given face rejected her request.

"I'm sorry, I can't sign you."

Xiao Ling was a little stunned.

Yi Liao explained patiently: "Thank you for appreciating me, but I don't have the qualifications to sign you. I am just a writer." As if he was afraid of the other party's trouble, he also kindly suggested, "How about this, I will bring you my mother's signature next time. Do you think it's okay?"

Yi Dao's eyes were very sincere, thick and clear, and Xiao Ling was a little dizzy.

Su Yumian stepped forward and explained: "He is not in the entertainment industry and is not an idol star, so he never signs an autograph." Then he leaned into Xiaoling's ear and added in a low voice, "Old antiques, I can't understand the fan effect that appears on him, you know."

Xiao Ling suddenly realized and nodded vigorously, and her admiration for Yi Dao reached another level. Her idol is really low-key and good at being a human being.

Before leaving, Yi Liao took care of her apologetically: "A calligraphy exhibition is about to open, and you are invited to visit it at that time."

Xiao Ling was so excited that tears were about to burst out.

Although in the end she didn't figure out what kind of complicated relationship there was between Su Yumian and her idol.

Su Yumian and Yi Dao went to the underground parking garage together. In the elevator, Yi Dao caught him off guard and asked, "Old antique?" He said a little bit gritted his teeth.

Su Yumian's spine cooled down, and she took a step back silently, and said calmly: "Xiao Ling is more stubborn. If she doesn't say that, she will not give up."

A cold look floated over, but Yilan didn't believe it.

"Ka, I know you don't believe it, but I have a clear conscience to save you."

"I made up my lie, just putting my knife in my arms?" Yi Liao sneered, "Su Yumian, are you putting my knife in my arms? Should I be moved?"

"Anyway, you don't have a character, so what are you afraid of?"

Her words are absolutely true. It is easy to talk about a person who writes without having to have idol burdens, without having to package characters, and it doesn't matter if he is regarded as an old antique.

But Yidao still minded.

Although he said, "Yes, of course I don't care."

But after a long silence, he still spoke calmly: "I know what the fan effect is."

"Oh." What's wrong? Do you want to give you a little red flower to praise?

Yi Liao asked again the moment the elevator door opened: "Do you really think I'm old-fashioned?"

But Su Yumian didn't hear this sentence clearly.

After arriving at the quiet underground parking garage, Su Yumian asked him to repeat the question just now.

Yi Liao said, "I just asked, what time was your appointment at afternoon?"

Su Yumian didn't care about it, got into the car and yawned: "Don't worry, there are still several hours left."

When the car starts, the music that I didn't finish last time is automatically played on the audio. It is "Yangguan Sandidi", one of the top ten famous Chinese guqin songs. It is a song that Yi Liao likes to listen to when writing.

But this time he pressed the pause button quickly with ease.

Su Yumian didn't finish listening to a single sound, and wondered, "Why don't you listen?"

"I don't want to listen."

Yilai pressed it on the car player for a long time and finally played an English song that has been very popular recently... However, his series of operations did not attract the other party's attention.

Su Yumian has already started the next topic: "There is something I haven't understood since just now."

"What?"

"Why did you promise Xiao Ling to sign Zhou Qianxi next time? You are not..."

It’s no secret that Yi Lao has a bad relationship with his family. He doesn’t look like he can wholesale his mom and dad’s signatures to his friends.

Yi Liao said casually: "My mother's signatures, I have a lot of them." After a pause, he continued, "When I was a child, I asked parents to sign the test papers, and some of them were embezzled by the teacher, and some of them were in my own hands. Just tear them off."

...It's indeed not a serious channel.

Su Yumian rolled her eyes: "It's hypocritical."

Yi Lan laughed instead of anger, and a subtle emotion spilled out of the corners of his eyes: "Su Yumian, do you want to know what is truly hypocritical?"

Su Yumian's body was shocked and he cut off the railway track: "I don't want to! Please stop the impure thoughts in your mind immediately!"

Yi Hall smiled proudly, and the haze that Jin Yan brought to him in the morning was wiped out.

Some people are like this, like wearing a thousand feet of light, which can break through a stairs in the hazy weather. For Yi Lao, Su Yumian is such a person. No matter how many troubles happen, as long as he sees her, the corners of his mouth will always be slightly raised.

The pet hospital that Su Yumian had made an appointment was not far from home. After taking Brother Cat to get the vaccine, Yi Liao suggested going to the flower and bird market next to him to take a look.

This proposal shocked Su Yumian.

In her impression, people of her grandfather's generation like to visit the flower and bird market... Su Yumian's eyes gradually became complicated when she looked at Yidao.

Yi Dao's face was dark, and gently flicked her forehead and said, "I want to buy a pot of flowers!"

"Why do you suddenly want to buy flowers?"

“I think the family needs a little vitality.”

"I am so old and a living person." Su Yumian pointed at himself, "Isn't it alive enough?"

Yi Jie glanced at her and said with a tone of tolerance: "You are too homeless. If you go into the house, you will have no chance of life..."

Su Yumian was unwilling to accept it, but she couldn't argue, so she could only pull the pet out to placate her back: "There is also Brother Cat! The flowers you raise will definitely be destroyed by it until death!"

"It's okay." Yi Dao smiled and said, "It's enough to bloom."

He was still proud of his words, and it was not true. Su Yumian blinked in confusion and could only follow him obediently.

There are also ornamental fish and several pet shops on the first floor of the flower and bird market, so when they entered, they smelled a scent of fishing smell, and the ground was filled with water replaced by the fish tank.

Because it was a weekday, there were no people here, and the owners of each family hid in the store and blew the heat. They were so depressed that they did not have the passion for doing business, but they still had a strong sense of the city.

Yi Lan's hands were inserted into his pockets of clothes, watching while walking, and occasionally he would come to the fish tank and poke it, and talk to the bosses quite seriously.

Su Yumian looked from behind and felt unreal.

This is the most fairy-like peers she has ever seen, but now she is dressed in clean clothes and strolls in the strongest places. But he is still strolling in the garden and enjoys it. His solemn figure as pineapple as the wind is just right in this messy background.

He seemed to be covered with a halo of uncertainty, and walked from the tower detective to the city workshop, giving birth to a gentle temperament.

Immediately afterwards, Su Yumian realized that Yi Lai at this moment was different from the one in the eyes of outsiders. This was Yi Lai that only she had seen.

——Only her.

Therefore, when leaving the aquaculture area, Su Yumian was still a little reluctant to leave.

Yi talked to the second floor flower market and suddenly put on a mask, as if he was afraid of being recognized. He entered a flower shop that looked a little bigger and walked around carefully, but he seemed not to find the potted plant he liked. The boss sat on the rocking chair and swayed, asking, "Customer, what do you need to order?"

“Is there any flower that can bloom in winter?”

The boss patted his thigh: "Plum blossoms! But..." He stood up and searched in the store, "The last potted plum blossom has just been sold. Customer, would you like to watch something else?"

Yi Liao said to the boss: "We don't have a yard, so I would like to ask you to recommend some flowers and plants that can be grown indoors." Finally, he added, "Anything is OK, as long as it can bloom recently."

"This is not easy to find." The boss's potted world began to wander around.

Su Yumian pounded it and chatted in a low voice, "Great calligrapher, I'll go back and raise it for you to raise it."

Yi Jie was too lazy to pay attention to her and started to churn with the boss.

After a while, the boss dragged a basin of daffodils out of the corner: "Customer, I'll look for it and put it in a heated room. It's the one that is expected to bloom recently."

Yi Liao didn't say anything, but after paying the money, he held the basin of daffodils and refused to let go.

After returning home, he carefully found a warm shelf for the Narcissus, followed the online breeding tutorial and fully proved that he was kind to life, no matter which species it was.

After finishing his work, Yi Liao hugged his arms and looked at his masterpiece very satisfied.

Su Yumian didn't know what was wrong with him today, and suddenly became so interested in the plant system.

Then they went back to their respective rooms. Yilan started practicing calligraphy, and Su Yumian started working without interfering with each other and did not take care of the potted plants again.

About forty minutes later, the tragedy happened.

Su Yumian and Yi Liao heard the sound of the porcelain flower pots and the tiles on the floor collided at the same time. Yi Liao threw down his pen and rushed out of the study, while Su Yumian rushed to the living room with the mentality of watching the show.

The scene of the crime was in a mess, the flower pots were broken, and the leaves as green as leeks were lying miserably on the ground, silently telling their short and not-so-glorious life.

The murderer, Brother Mao, was still at the crime scene, with his big ignorant eyes, curiously looking at his claws, the ground, and then looking at his two masters.

Brother Cat cleverly felt the male owner's infinite aggression. His eyes immediately looked at him wateryly, his body was a ball, and he meowed softly, as if saying: "Be cute and forgive me."

Su Yumian held the sofa and laughed: "What did I say just now? Brother Cat will not let it go. Please call me Su Great Prophet Yumian."

Yi Lan rolled up her sleeves with a dark face, and looked like she was eating cat meat tonight.

Su Yumian quickly stopped him: "Don't, it's just a two-month-old child, don't be as knowledgeable as a kitten."

Yi Liao took a deep breath before calming down, lowered his head to clean up the "remnants" of the daffodil. Fortunately, the plant itself was not broken, so he took a bowl from the kitchen and put the remaining daffodils in, and there was a possibility of resurrection.
To be continued...