Pei Yu pursed his lips, his dark eyes filled with melancholy.

Did he say he wanted it?

Since returning, Chaochao has clearly not noticed that the butterfly she has been longing for is actually licking peach juice with the beehive.

The child found a large banana leaf somewhere and placed it on the slightly prickly grass. Then, he began to play with the stones with great interest, sometimes stacking them into long strips, and sometimes arranging them into a heart shape on the ground.

Chaochao would also look left and right to observe the angle, and the key was that her little mouth never stopped, babbling away, with her face showing an extremely rich and rapidly changing expression, covering surprise, regret, satisfaction, confusion and so on.

Pei Yu's numb gaze was fixed on the child's mouth outside the window, opening and closing incessantly.

There was only a kind of noisy quietness.

It's making my eyes water.

As she stacked the stones in her hand into a pyramid shape, from many to few, the child, having successfully placed the last stone on top, immediately ran over and held up the sketchbook.

Chaochao's big, bright eyes crinkled with joy and pride.

The sketchbook says—

[Brother, doesn't it look like "poop"?]

The pattern drawn is, of course, the hairstyle on Lazy Sheep's head.

She also thoughtfully pointed to the pile of stones behind her.

Wow, isn't she amazing?!

The little dumpling was immersed in her own craft.

Pei Yushen: "..."

She watched as her tall building rose, only to be told it was poop.

Chaochao stood outside the window, holding her head in her hands, looking completely absorbed, seemingly saying something. Pei Yushen's eyelids drooped slightly.

The system suddenly detected it.

Why does it feel like Pei Yushen has become a tool that a certain dumpling can chat with at any time?

Tired of sitting there, Chaochao lay back down on the picnic mat, humming a little tune and swaying her head as she continued her unfinished painting.

After an unknown amount of time, Chaochao stopped painting, admired the finished product, and finally nodded in approval.

"Brother Yushen, look! I drew it!"

The child ran over holding the drawing, still calling out joyfully in his voice.

Pei Yushen saw a green shadow running towards him from afar and felt that it was within his expectations.

With a "snap," Chaochao stuck the drawing paper onto the glass so that the boy could see it most clearly.

In the painting, there is a person planted in the soil, with leaves growing on their head.

Pei Yushen's cold gaze fell on the bizarre painting, and he froze for a very brief half second.

Beneath the drawing paper is a child's soft, delicate face.

Chaochao's eyes were clear and bright; she was almost pressed against the glass as she spoke:

[It's Brother Yu Shen!]

Pei Yushen understood the lip movements.

he?

In the soil?

Pei Yushen's first reaction.

Half-buried in yellow earth, grass grows on the grave.