Quick Wear: The Evil Beauty is Besieged by Perverts Again

After Yu Xingyue returned with a full load, he became more and more displeased with Wang Daniu.

Especially what happened last night, it was really upsetting. Whenever he recalled it, he felt ashamed and embarrassed.

I don't know where he learned this trick, and he can even whistle like a gangster.

Yu Xingyue hated that damn whistle so much that it replayed in his dreams and could not be shaken off.

Wang Daniu thought about it for a long time outside the house, and finally he got the idea and figured it out.

When Yu Xingyue came over, he comforted her, "I don't think it's a big deal, really. Don't think too much about it."

Yu Xingyue, however, was very bothered by it and was convinced that this would definitely be a dark history in his life.

He was furious and asked, "How dare you mention it again?"

Wang Daniu was defeated: "I dare not, I won't say anything."

He had noticed the flowers in Yu Xingyue's hand a long time ago, and knew where they came from without thinking. Only now did he say bitterly, "Tomorrow I'll dig up the vegetable garden and plant flowers instead."

"I will never forgive you for digging up the vegetable garden." Yu Xingyue was afraid that he would really do what he said, so he poked him and threatened him.

If the vegetable garden is really dug up, what will he eat?

"Flowers can't be eaten, so is there any need to make such a fuss?"

I don’t know what this flower has done to offend him that he has to pick a fight with it.

Wang Daniu finally stopped thinking about it, but he was still eager to make something else.

Yu Xingyue reprimanded him: "There's no need to force yourself to be cultured. You don't have to force yourself to fit into a circle that you can't fit into."

Wang Daniu was not convinced by what he said. Instead, he asked in confusion, "What does this mean? I haven't learned these idioms yet."

It's like punching cotton, it's really unpleasant.

Wang Daniu always has the ability to leave him speechless, and conversing with him is as difficult as talking to the ancients.

Yu Xingyue said loudly in his ear: "You are just a rough guy, there is no need to follow others' lead."

The simple and rough explanation is indeed clear.

Wang Daniu understood this time, but he was heartbroken why Yu Xingyue only spoke for others.

Yu Xingyue wondered why Wang Daniu was feeling aggrieved first when he wasn't angry yet.

The two returned home together in an awkward and strange atmosphere.

Although Wang Daniu was not happy with the flowers and paintings Wang Dong gave him, he knew that Yu Xingyue treasured them very much.

So even though he looked unhappy, he still prepared a decent bottle and kept it properly for him.

After Yu Xingyue arranged it, he thought it was pretty good. A branch of wintersweet sticking out of the vase added a lot of color to the whole house and had a strong artistic feel.

What is that called? This is a humble room, but my virtue is fragrant.

When Yu Xingyue recalled it, he felt no guilt about using it, and was glad that he had read some books in the past and his knowledge was not wasted, otherwise he would have become an illiterate, although in fact his cultural level was not much worse.

He unfolded the scroll and Wang Daniu immediately came over to take a look, determined to understand what it meant.

The painting shows a scene of a courtyard full of flowers. He is sitting inside and looking at Da Huang. Although his facial features are not drawn, one can roughly tell his expression: he is relaxed and comfortable, and may even be smiling.

The atmosphere of the whole painting is peaceful and tranquil, and the lines are very textured.

Yu Xingyue felt that it still showed some of his elegance, and said complacently: "How is it, is it beautiful?"

However, Wang Daniu misunderstood it and understood it to have another meaning. It was absolutely impossible for him to agree that the painter had superb skills.

He couldn't understand it, and pointed out the biggest flaw in the painting disapprovingly: "How was this painted? Apart from other things, the face is still blank?"

It was just a half-finished product, but he was sent away. Wang Dong is a liar and very dishonest.

Although Yu Xingyue didn't understand it at first, he has improved now and started to be mysterious: "What do you know? This is called art. It's an artistic treatment."

Wang Daniu doesn't care about art or not, he just thinks there is something wrong with this painting. For no reason, the face is not painted, which means the artist is not very skilled.

But Wang Daniu secretly glanced at his face and suddenly felt that it made sense.

After all, if he were to draw it, he probably wouldn't know where to start, so as to depict one-tenth of the stunningness of this face, and he would not be able to draw it exactly the same.

He was already shaken in his heart, but as someone who could feel the hidden emotions of the painting, the fact itself made him particularly uncomfortable, so he naturally did not say it out loud.

Yu Xingyue himself only has a mediocre painting skill, but after admiring Wang Dong for a while, he praised Wang Dong for his profound skills which were beyond the reach of ordinary people.

With a wave of his hand, he made the decision and ordered: "Frame it."

Maybe you can wait for it to appreciate in value in the future and share in the good news.

Wang Daniu had no idea about mounting paintings, so he reluctantly helped him nail the painting to the wall, leaving several big holes in it.

Yu Xingyue scolded him for his messing around, but there really was no better way at the moment, so they could only leave it like this for the time being. The way it was hung was eye-catching enough, but it was somewhat out of tune with the shabby decoration style of the house.

The more Yu Xingyue looked at those nails, the more his heart ached. Even if they were removed, they would be hard to restore, so he simply turned a blind eye. In short, the nails still showed his might.

After a few days, Wang Daniu suddenly came to show him something good in a mysterious way.

Yu Xingyue was impatient and didn't want to keep him in suspense, so he urged him, "What is it? Tell me quickly--"

Fortunately, Wang Daniu didn't really want to hide it. He took out a bouquet of flowers from behind, placed them in front of him, and said shyly:

"Don't you like flowers? I picked them specially from the mountain. This one is bigger and better. Isn't it more generous than his pathetic one?"

It turned out that Wang Daniu had planned it all along and had always kept it in mind, so he went to the mountains on purpose to collect the flowers. Fortunately, the mountains did not disappoint him, as there were still many flowers blooming in winter.

He ran all over the mountains just to pick the most colorful and best ones. Since flowers cannot be grown in the vegetable garden, he has his own way.

Wang Daniu is a bit thick-skinned, but sometimes he can be quite delicate and it's hard to understand what he's thinking.

Wang Daniu simply thought that Yu Xingyue would like it, and he had no other thoughts.

"Take it quickly." Seeing that he didn't take it, Wang Daniu was so anxious that he stuffed it directly into his hands.

Yu Xingyue was forced to take it, thinking that he was extremely childish, as if every flower had to compete for size and height, but he never exposed him.

So the bottle that served as a vase welcomed a new member, bulging and filling up the space.

Yu Xingyue hit him and said, "The flowers you pick will die soon."

Wang Daniu didn't mind at all: "If it's gone, I'll just go pick more."

But once Wang Dong's single flower dies, it's dead. His flowers can last longer.

Wang Daniu stayed at home and was busy for a long time, cleaning the house inside and out, turning it upside down.

Yu Xingyue asked him curiously, "What are you doing? Don't you have to go out to work today?"

It's like I have no place to vent my energy.

Wang Daniu gave an unexpected reply: "Today is my birthday."

"Birthday? Today?" Yu Xingyue didn't expect it to be so sudden and without any signs.

Wang Daniu thought he didn't believe it, after all, he himself wasn't sure, he added: "Actually I don't know my birthday either. The village chief said I came on this day, so I'll just use this day as my birthday."

Yu Xingyue had never seen anything so careless before. It really refreshed his cognition. It was actually said so lightly.