Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Gong Zihua was depressed for a while, so she got into the tree hole, and came out with a drawing board and pen in a while.

Dong Gongzi is used to drawing a portrait of Gong Zihua every day...

No matter where, where, it seems that this has become a habit in his blood, a part of his life.

The subjects he had to teach.

He didn't even finish writing, he couldn't even sleep at ease...

Gong Zihua opened the drawing board and saw that after Dong Gongzi came to the island, he drew many portraits of Gong Zihua.

His original gloomy mood was swept away: "Oh, miss me so much?"

Dong Gongzi looked at the fire, looked at him and just smiled lightly.

"I reward you to sleep with me tonight."

Donggong Ziche: "..."

I didn't have the heart to tell him how bad his sleeping appearance was!

Gong Zihua sweetly hugged the portrait and flipped it over and over again, with a wide grin on the corner of her mouth, smiling from ear to ear.

Donggong Ziche suddenly threw something at him.

Gong Zihua didn't pay attention, and bit the fruit with her open mouth.

"Damn, what did you throw at me?"

"Pine cones."

"I'm not a squirrel!"

Donggong Ziche took a plate of pine nuts and handed it to him: "Your favorite food when you were young. Forgot?"

This pine cone is different from ordinary ones, it is only found in this island, it is delicious...

The outer hard shell has been peeled off, and a plate full of meat is comfortable to look at.

Gong Zihua smiled contentedly, chewing on the one in his mouth, the taste of childhood.

Dong Gongzi went back to the fire, and continued peeling pine nuts for him while looking at the food...

Gong Zihua opened the album and began to draw quietly.

The flames were burning and jumping, reflecting Gong Zihua's quiet side face...

Dong Gongzi took a look at him, with a light smile on the corner of his mouth.

It's rare to see Gong Zihua so quiet... He hates holding a pen, writing and drawing.

When teaching him to write when he was a child, Hughes had to coerce and lure him, thinking of various methods.

"What are you painting?"

Feeling the shadow of Donggong Ziche approaching, Gong Zihua immediately closed the album, "If you don't show it to me, I won't show it to you either."

"..."

"Let you try it too, what does it feel like to kill a cat!"

Donggong Ziche put down a glass of fresh juice: "This is your favorite strange juice."

Gong Zihua grinned again, with a smirk on his face.

Dong Gongzi glanced at his album, said nothing, and continued to work on other things.

Gong Zihua continued to paint seriously.

In the past, when Gong Zihua wrote a few big characters, he would throw a ball of paper...

If you can't write well, tear it up, knead it, throw it, throw it, throw it...

I didn't write many words at the end, so the notebook can cost a book.

Donggong Ziche would pick them up one by one, flatten them and press them with stones, and continue to use them for writing in the future.

Back in the islands, paper and pens were precious.He is a book lover, every time he sees the most precious thing being ruined by Gong Zihua...he can tolerate it calmly.

His favorite books were folded by Gong Zihua, torn off to make paper airplanes, or accidentally dropped into the water...

He also refrained from losing his temper.

The most unbearable thing is that Hughes was fascinated by watching a story to the end, and found that the ending was torn up by Gong Zihua and wiped his ass...

To be impartial, I tore off the most important pages of the ending...

That was the only time Hughes got angry, he didn't say anything to blame, he just kept silent for a whole day, ignoring Xiao Che.

Gong Zihua thought while drawing, his temper is really bad, and only Hughes can bear him.

What is that story called?He will look for it another day and buy a copy for Hughes!