Chapter 5: The jealousy of animals
In the quiet main room, only sparks cracked occasionally, and with the page turning, Mu Qingchen estimated that it was almost time, and covered the wound on the back of his hand. As usual, he greeted Mu Wanshen and said he was sleepy back to the bedroom.
Mu
Wanshen did not suspect it, and said softly: "Have a good rest." Mu Qingchen nodded, said good night, then closed the door, turned around and walked out the window, slipped down the wall to the main room window, and there was a book on the desk halfway across the wall. She deliberately placed wine during the day.
The dazzling light was hazy, she carefully stuck out her head, and saw Mu Wanshen facing her sideways, two cats squinting, their heads dozing little by little, Xiao Hei was sitting just like Yang, and his brown eyes revealed a desire for nothing. Fascinated to see through the red dust.
Mu Qingchen used his limit speed, quickly got the spirits, covered his thumping heart and retracted under the window. After listening to the movement for a while, he carefully returned to the room.
Jiang Ying back after standing on a tree, staring at "doing bad things" back, ferocious teeth: "Do not go back to bed, even dare to come out!"
The bedroom lights on, for fear of being found deep Mu night, Muqing Chen moved to the table He pressed against the door, cleaned the wound with candlelight, climbed onto the bed with the wine, half-knelt by the window, stretched his hand out of the window, and poured the strong wine on the wound, conveying the burning pain.
She bit her lip in pain, and had tears in her eyes, but finally held back, wiping her palms with a wet handkerchief, and just lay down on the bed.
It was late at night, Mu Wanshen put down the embroidery, stood in front of Mu Qingchen's door and raised his hand, thinking for a while, not disturbing the resting daughter.
In the early morning of the second day, Mu Qingchen's biological clock failed, and it was not until the third day of the sun that he woke up faintly.
Sitting on the head of the bed regained her spirits, and Hui Hui appeared at the window every day, meowing softly at her.
Mu Qingchen stroked its head, pointed to the neatly folded coats and clothes at the end of the bed, and said warmly, "Bring the clothes here."
Huihui tilted his head ignorantly and looked extremely innocent.
Mu Qingchen thought it interesting at first, but gradually he couldn't laugh anymore. He stretched out his hand and stared at the clothes again, silent and serious.
She didn't take off her coat or bandage her hands when she slept last night!
What's the matter with the neat clothes and the gauze on your hands?
She carefully undid the gauze, revealing her hands that had been sprinkled with a thick layer of medicinal powder. Her face was darkened, and the wound had been medicated. Her skin should have healed within a few days, but most of it recovered in just one night. This medicine... is extremely Good wound medicine!
"..." Is the dark guard so rich? The amount of sprinkles was a bit too much, and the whole hand was white, and after a night, there was still a full layer...
She suddenly felt that her hand was heavy, not because of deep love and righteousness, and the powder was about to be sprinkled on the quilt! Don't you need money for your wound medicine? Such a painting!
Hui Hui bowed his body and tried hard, finally pulling his clothes to the owner's legs, asking for credit: "
Miao Miao ~" It was a success~ Mu Qingchen was inconvenient to use his feet to hook the clothes, and he didn't notice that Hui Hui rubbed against his arm, little The guy looked at the strange white hand curiously, leaned in, his nose twitched, and he sniffed a little powder.
"
Sneeze ! Sneeze !" ... Mu Qingchen: "..."
Sadly resigned to clean up the bed, and his gratitude to the dark guard became indescribable.
Mu
Wanshen warmed her up, her face was a little pale, she didn't seem to be sleeping well, and she seemed very natural: "Go down the mountain and bring Xiao Hei " in a slightly faster rate, Mu Qingchen said it was good, but she felt that Mu Wanshen subtly Somewhat strange.
Half an hour later, the subtlety was verified. Yesterday, Xiao Hei's indifferent face became even more emotional. Facing his former favorite master, he turned his head in disgust: "Humph!"
"..." That's right! Really hum! OMG! Little black, have you become a sperm? !
Mu Qingchen bent down to chase Xiao Hei's face, Xiao Hei turned his head frequently, and made a "hum" from time to time, his eyes were not indifferent from yesterday, but his contempt and contempt were obvious!
"Look at me, look at me~" Mu Qingchen tried his best to tease the dog, but he couldn't get any cooperation, so they got on.
Jiang Huiying rubbed his temples in exhaustion and sighed: "What have I seen..."
Dark guard: "..." The girl's innocence... Lord Dog's ruthless contempt?
Xiao Hei couldn't get past the master, and was dragged down the mountain by a rope. In the sun, Mu Wanshen waved goodbye, relieved.
Xiao Hei pretended to be dead in the face of all kinds of resistance to no avail, and sadly found that it was useless to pretend to be dead, and its owner's face was capitalized and bolded with "ruthless"!
"Ooooooooooooooooooooooo!"
"Ooooooooooooo!" The
loud tone shattered the silence, the mountains and forests were in a trance, and the chirping of insects and birds disappeared.
Mu Qingchen loosened the rope, raised his head with Buddha nature, and saw that the two magpies on the top of the branch, which were chatting and chatting just now, were still, and the two birds were staring at the black dog with their heads held high and singing in unison.
"Ooooooooooooooooooooo!"
"Ooooooooooooooo !" Xiao Hei seems to be a lonely singer who is not understood by the world, as if everyone in the world is drunk and I am alone and awake and repeat the song.
The magpie flew away, and Mu Qingchen finally understood what Xiaohei meant. The original owner didn't take it down the mountain last time, and it continued to be cold all day like yesterday, and then began to sing in an infinite loop late at night.
The tones are nondescript, and only the first two sentences.
"I have a little donkey."
"Never rides." The words were
unclear, and the words roared and roared all night, strangely infiltrating people.
It's been half a year, why hasn't it been forgotten? As a dog, you can't do this!
Mu Qingchen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, remembering the fear of being dominated by the "little donkey" ballad, combined with Xiaohei's attitude yesterday, and Mu Wanshen's strange tone in the morning, speculated that Xiaohei did this last night, but she slept too deeply and didn't hear it at all.
She looked at Xiao Hei, who was screaming and screaming with cool eyes, thinking that it was a dog.
This guy is waiting for me to get soft.
Mu Qingchen likes small animals, and has no resistance to fluffy animals, so he simply admits defeat, although he doesn't know why Xiao Hei was angry in the first place.
The roaring little black head raised his head high, his eyes moved down, contemptuous and arrogant, he was defeated in a minute by the master's coaxing, chewing on a tomato, disdainful for a second before, and now he just wants to express his enthusiasm and sincerity with his tongue.
The unilateral temper tantrum from Xiao Hei was over, Mu Qingchen got up, his eyes drifted, he didn't see the person in the shadow, but unexpectedly met a group on the branch.
The cold and strange green eyes met the owner's gaze, paused for a few seconds, pretended to pass by and went straight past, Xiao Hei who was eating meat suddenly raised his head and grinned triumphantly: "Wow!"
Indifferent: "..." The elegant and noble head did not look back.
Mu Qingchen: "..." If it wasn't for the fact that they were small animals, she would be able to connect everything before and after, and understand it as being jealous...
Without Xiao Hei's refusal to cooperate, she felt happy going down the mountain, and Mu Qingchen was filled with a good mood that could overflow , holding the rope removed from Xiao Hei's neck in his left hand, and carrying a burden in his right hand, smiling like a flower.
"Black, do not go long, I can not see you."
"I see you still have the talent to sing, I sing the first song like music, see what?"
"Green Lei Yao Wen sound when to Spring Creek Broken ~
Sniffing the hands and planting the tang pear at the beginning of the light yellow core ~..." Qingyue's
sweet singing has twists and turns, and it is not perfect without a musical instrument, but it is better than a girl's voice and artistic conception.
The singing passed through the blue sky and white clouds washed by the water, swept into the sky with the wind, whirled around the earth, and fell into his ears.
Jiang Huiying unconsciously softened his expression, and a warm smile appeared in his eyes.
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