[Comprehensive] The daily life of bear children

Captain Jack often wakes up in the morning and doesn't know where he is.

Sometimes, he died drunk in a tavern, and was thrown into a garbage dump in an alley; sometimes, he had an affair with a lady until the early morning, and rolled under her bed, snoring comfortably; At that time, it was a wooden deck, a small broken fishing boat that undulated and floated gently with the waves.

This time, however, the bed was soft and firm.

The sun is shining in warmly, the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers and plants, and the fragrance of food, everything is so comfortable and peaceful.

No skeletons, no sea monsters and octopus heads, no pirates and navies...

Stretching his long legs lazily, he muttered to himself: "It's so sinful that it makes people deprave comfortable."

Outside the window, there was a burst of laughter and some people were singing.

The little wizard is being willful again.

His childish and unreasonable voice could be heard from far away, shouting loudly: "I want this! I want that! No, I want it all, give it all to me!"

Hey, you deserve to be beaten so much, will you be beaten?

Even though he thought so, Captain Jack didn't want to move at all.

After wrestling with the bed for a few seconds, he gave up and thought silently: "It doesn't matter, he should be beaten up and taught a long lesson."

But after a while, the little wizard rushed in.

Garl had changed into a new suit now, and it was the same style as that of the little hobbit Bilbo.

The white shirt and overalls look obedient, and a little childish. The trouser legs and sleeves are rolled up, and it can be seen that they are a bit too loose and fat.

But generally speaking, compared to the rags and rags on the pirate ship before...at least now he looks like a good boy from a decent family, not a vagrant who came out of nowhere.

He was also in a very good state of mind, alive and kicking, facing Damian's pretty face all the way, holding a big plate, and ran over chirping like a bird: "Jack, Jack, don't sleep! There's grilled corn to eat..."

The captain who closed his eyes and pretended to sleep...

Suddenly a big piece of hot sweet corn was stuffed into his hand by the little wizard, and a small round cake was force-fed into his mouth. He really couldn't sleep anymore.

But even though he was forced to get out of bed like this, he didn't have the usual irritability in his heart, but instead had a subtle sense of happiness.

Especially when he found out that the food that the little wizard wanted to come was actually prepared for himself and Damian, it was rare for him to gloat just now, and he felt a little bit guilty.

So he sat up from the bed and asked kindly, "Is this the breakfast that the dwarf prepared?"

"Hobbits, not dwarves."

Gall corrected and said: "These are two different races. The hobbits are amazingly good-tempered, and the dwarves are said to be very rude and violent."

Captain Jack wasn't too interested in that.

He nodded perfunctorily, and said copiously, "Oh, that's it."

But Garr continued to speak enthusiastically: "Yes, Bilbo made us breakfast. And, he invited us to the Hobbit's Harvest Festival tonight, which is very interesting! This time, they will be at the Harvest Festival." Competition, who grows the tastiest tomatoes and who grows the biggest pumpkins."

"What is there to compare?"

Captain Jack muttered silently.

But before he continued to express some unique opinions...

An obviously unhappy voice suddenly sounded from behind the two of them: "Are you still planning to stay overnight?"

Damian, who got up early like Gall, stood at the door with an unhappy expression in his usual hooded cloak.

"Damian! Where have you been?"

Gal's eyes lit up and shouted.

Then, without waiting for Damian to answer, he complained to himself: "The captain's lazy bed is fine, but you obviously woke up very early, but you disappeared early in the morning, leaving me with three breakfasts alone , it took so much effort to hold it. Come here quickly, let's eat together."

"I'm off to training."

Damian walked over while answering simply.

At this time, the little wizard was struggling, trying to put the plate full of food on the small table next to him.

He lifted it up by hand, and immediately got a grateful look.

"What did you just say, training?"

After putting away the big plate full of food, Gal subconsciously repeated this sentence.

The next moment, he regretted mentioning it.

Ever since he left the Caribbean Sea, the training that Damian had given him had long been forgotten by him.

So, at this moment, I really don't want to recall Damian's memory in the slightest.

He had no choice but to find a topic in a hurry and said, "That... the Harvest Festival is very interesting. It is said that there will be a bonfire party."

Damian glanced at him, aware of his guilty reaction, and didn't bother to argue with him.

However, Harvest Festival?

He frowned, changed the subject directly following Gal's meaning, and replied with displeasure: "It's time for us to set off to find Loki, but you still want to stay here until tomorrow?"

"We don't know where Loki is?"

Gal argued, "It's just for one night at the Harvest Festival. Besides, can we find Loki immediately after the Harvest Festival? Impossible."

"Nothing is impossible, I disagree."

Damian said forcefully, "We will set off at noon today and continue on our way."

"No!" The little wizard rushed over.

He originally wanted to hug him, but was stopped by Damian's warning eyes, so he pulled Damian's clothes with his fingers, and said in a pitiful long voice, "" No, Damian, you are the best~!"

"Hey, you still have to be shameless! What's the matter with the boy talking so disgustingly? Stand up straight, what do you look like!"

Damian was very disgusted and shouted angrily.

"Shameless, I have so many faces that I can't count them, I'll change one at worst! If being a boy can't have fun, why should I still be a boy?"

Because of his young age, the little wizard, who still had a vague sense of gender, muttered unhappily: "I like you so much, and I regard you as my best friend, but you don't even want to play with me for one night! "

"What do you like, don't talk nonsense all the time." Damian said angrily.

Gal also shouted angrily: "I'm not talking nonsense, I just like Damian! Damian is so good, he can ride dragons, fight sea monsters, and help me catch giant eagles. There is no better guy in the world." Damian is a better guy."

For a while the room fell silent.

Even Jack was a little surprised by Gal's enthusiastic confession, and he whistled loudly.

But for the ignorant little wizard, this kind of words are just like "I like my father the most, and I like my mother the most", without thinking at all.

Children who have been loved and loved since childhood can always express their likes and loves so easily, because they have received a lot of love, and when they speak out, they also have enough confidence and confidence, and they will definitely get more love in return, so there is nothing to say. fear.

But Damian seemed to be offended, and his face was flushed with anger.

He glared at the little wizard fiercely, as if looking at an enemy.

Gal slowly released his fingers with some fear, and took a step back.

He was afraid that this little friend with super high force value would finally be unable to bear it any longer, and would suddenly rush over to beat him violently.

Damian was furious, his cheeks puffed up again and again, but suddenly he gritted his teeth and said, "Only once tonight!"

Gal was stunned for a full three seconds before realizing that he actually agreed!

'Merlin!This is great! '

He raised his arms, jumped and cheered, and confessed again: "Damian, I like you the most! We must be good friends for life!"

The little assassin who was already furious, stomped his feet and turned to leave, put on his hood and walked out with a blushing face, suddenly staggered and almost fell over.

Fortunately, he has an excellent sense of balance, and with his years of basic skills, he immediately stood firm.

"Who will be good friends with a fool!"

Damian turned his head angrily, and said with red ears, "I just feel sorry for you."

Gal scolded him with disbelief: "Don't talk nonsense, you are obviously very good to me, how could you not be a good friend."

"Say it again, believe it or not, I'll kill you!" Damian said with a look of madness.

Gal was stunned: ...Why?Be good friends, are you going to kill me?

Damian gritted his teeth and glared at him again, before rushing out.

Standing aside, Captain Jack was about to die of laughter.

He lowered his head and gnawed a mouthful of sweet corn, then stretched himself, like a sparrow temporarily parked on a safe branch, under the sun, leisurely, gently combing its fluffy feathers, squinting his eyes happily

That night, the hobbits started a whole night of carnival.

All the hobbits came out of the house, and although they were small, they all seemed crowded together.

Moreover, they also moved out a long table, filled the table with delicious food, wine and juice, lit a bonfire, took out musical instruments, sang and danced to the music, and celebrated the harvest.

Gal and Bilbo joined together, and jumped on the table arm in arm, and had a dance.

The hobbits rapped enthusiastically on the table below, applauding and beating the time.

Not far away, Damian sat in a corner with an unhappy expression on his face.

While staring at the little wizard, he gnawed a grilled fish ferociously.

Captain Jack came directly with a barrel of wine.

To a hobbit, the wine barrel seemed huge and heavy, but in the hands of the captain, it seemed much smaller.

He raised the wooden barrel and poured a large bowl for himself and Damian before handing it over and saying, "Try it, kid. How can a man not drink?"

"Sorry, I'm not old enough to drink."

Damian pushed him away coldly, and refused with principle.

"Drinking still needs age?" Jack couldn't help raising his eyebrows in confusion: "Well, then you've lost a lot of fun."

After speaking, he unceremoniously poured two bowls of wine into his mouth.

Then, he hugged the barrel directly and drank it boldly.

The red wine flowed down the neck into the clothes, wet the shirt... and the Pirate King of the Caribbean wiped his mouth indifferently.When the barrel of wine was gone, he swayed and grinned in a contented, heartfelt grin, and plunged into the hobbit's revelry as well.

The boisterous atmosphere is so contagious, and the hobbit's genuine enthusiasm is so irresistible.

So, at this moment, Gal and Jack were having fun and going crazy.

Now, Damian finally started to worry.

'Two bastards, they are all like this, can they really start off tomorrow? '

He muttered depressingly in his heart, only felt that his teammates were completely unreliable, and they were all dragging their feet.

"I have to go back to Gotham quickly. I wonder what father is doing?"

Under the moonlight, a rare fragility flashed across his face: "Maybe he has a new assistant, Robin, who is obedient and willing to abide by all the excessive rules he made, instead of being like me..."

But too emotional emotions did not occupy his brain for long.

That sharp aura, like the edge of a drawn knife, quickly returned to him.

Moreover, he gritted his teeth, suppressed all the uneasiness and anger, raised his chin proudly, and told himself unswervingly: "No matter how many counterfeit products and substitutes there are, it's useless! He is Batman's own son, the strongest Robin!"

"Come dance, Damian!"

The little wizard didn't know when he ran up to him, ignored Damian's stinky face, and dragged him to the side of the campfire.

Damian looked impatiently, watching the little wizard dancing there, but he stood motionless by the campfire.

He silently observed the singing and dancing of the group of hobbits: "Travel the thousand hills in search of fine wine...drink the wine of friendship..."

When Gal asked him to dance around the campfire again, he didn't say no.

But the amazing thing is that when he started to dance, he actually danced the dance that hobbits can do, and it is much better than most hobbits.

"You... how could you?" Gal asked in shock.

Damian pointed to his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were a little smug, but he replied lightly: "It's such a simple thing, I learned it after watching it a few times."

Gal conjured up a pig nose angrily: "...jealousy makes me unrecognizable."

"Don't mess around with my face!"

Damian was blown away by him again.

But they still had a good time playing all night.

There is no fighting, no hardships of long-distance travel, no worries and confusion of not knowing where home is, just thinking about nothing, singing, dancing, eating, and laughing.

In the wee hours of the morning some hobbit remembered: 'Huh?Aren't we going to vote for the biggest pumpkin and the tastiest tomato? '

Then, they hurriedly dug out the leftover tomatoes and pumpkins, and hurriedly made a temporary judgment based on their subjective consciousness.

The biggest pumpkins and tastiest tomatoes of this harvest festival are fresh out of the oven.

The winning hobbit rejoices.

Those who didn't win the award were actually happy.

To celebrate (consolation not) the award, the Hobbit decided to hold another big dinner that evening.

Captain Jack was dumbfounded: ...Fucking Hobbit!

Dinner! !

The little wizard turned around in an instant, and shouted with sparkling eyes: "Damian!"

"No!" Damian firmly refused.

If this delay continues, where is the head every day?

He has never seen such a perfunctory award process in his life, and he has never seen such a non-aggressive nation. It seems that he only needs to eat, drink, and bask in the sun every day.

It can be said that they have nothing serious to do all day long.

However, by the next afternoon, even if you don't want to go, you have to go.

Because, Damian's black dragon that went out to look for food suddenly came back with an elf.

The elf, who looks only about fourteen or fifteen years old, is dressed in green and brown clothes, carries a bow and arrow, and has a long knife in his waist. He has pointed ears, innocent eyes, and an indescribably beautiful face. Exquisite appearance.

He jumped down from the black dragon's back lightly, making almost no sound, just like a leaf falling quietly from a tree.Then, she lowered her head gracefully, looked at the people in front of her with almost naive curiosity, and asked, "Are you the master of this black dragon?"

This Elf Legolas from the Dark Forest, the son of the Elf King Thranduil, is still a child less than five hundred years old.

He has never been out of the dense forest since he was a child... According to the normal trajectory of fate, maybe in a few decades, he will usher in his own adventure, stay away from his homeland, go through the flames of war, and become a real man.

But at this moment, the trajectory of fate changed slightly.

This black dragon from another time and space, because it was abandoned by its master again, can only look for food by itself...

It's not a local dragon, not familiar with the geographical conditions, and this world is very sparsely populated.

So, the black dragon flew, and accidentally flew over the head.

Not long after it temporarily stayed in an open place in a forest, it bumped into the elf Legolas who sneaked out to play.

Although the black dragon race of the Heshidiali Islands is not a complete herbivore, it has never had any attempt to attack humans, especially when facing elves who are born to be good friends with animals and plants. said.

It let the naughty elf climb up its back and play up and down, yawned with sparks, and took a nap comfortably under the shade of the tree. back and forth.

But when it was halfway through the flight, it realized: "Damn it, why is this elf kid still hanging on my back and not getting off?" '

At this time, there were already bad rumors in the dark forest that 'the little prince was taken away by a dragon'.

The elf king Thranduil's extremely handsome face was full of anger and anxiety.

He mobilized an army of elves, trying to save his son from the dragon.

On the other end, Loki was not idle either.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, he sneaked into the room where the dwarf prince lived temporarily, and as if a god had appeared, he called to Thorin's oak shield in the early morning: "Wake up, wake up, Thorin. Your people and your country are here Waiting for you, you are destined to accomplish a great cause, and you will be the future king of the dwarves."

Then, under the watchful eye of the dwarf prince...

He smiled and made a promise that he didn't intend to keep at all: "Respectable King of the Dwarves, if you can do me a favor. Then, in the name of Thor, I will help you restore your country and kill Dragon, take back the treasure that belongs to the dwarves."

The author has something to say: I forgot to set the time when I went out today, come back to fix a bug!