Reserved food, he has cubs

The puppet dragged the silk thread all over his body, slowly got up from the box, the accessories on his body touched lightly, and the rings jingled.It faced the mirror on the box cover, sat down to remove makeup, and asked He Chen, "What do you want to see today?"

He Chen came back to his senses and replied, "Anything you want."

The puppet wiped away the paint on his face little by little, then stopped his movements suddenly, and said softly, "You...have a scent on you."

"Well, I picked up a food reserve." He Chen sat on the side, looked at the piano placed in the background, and plucked the strings casually, "Today I will play music for you."

The puppet smiled and said, "You seem to be in a good mood today. Reserve food, haven't you eaten it yet? You became an adult..."

He Chen hugged the strings and interrupted it: "Hurry up."

The puppet's movement seemed to pause for a moment, but then it didn't.It quickly took on a new look and stepped out of the box.

The moment it landed, the sound of gongs and drums on the stage suddenly rang out, and under the sound of the music, it gradually grew bigger, until it was no different from a real person.

He Chen sat on the edge of the stage holding the piano, and stretched out his hands to pluck the strings to the beat of the drums.

The silk threads on the puppet stood up, as if someone was manipulating it.It dances to the music, dancing with an umbrella in its hand, and its actions are rigid and soft, harmonious and graceful.

He Chen played the piano, his eyes fell on the puppet's silk thread, and he seemed to see someone manipulating it in a trance, giggling while moving.

"It's boring not to like one or the other. You are really picky, little monster. You always like to watch puppet shows, right? I learned it behind my parents' backs, and I just acted it for you. Are you powerful?"

He Chen woke up, only to realize that he was dazed again, and couldn't help frowning.Just now... probably the plot in some script that I read before.

He remembered the scene when he bought this puppet back then.At that time, he happened to see a troupe performing cuisi puppets on the street. He stopped in a strange way and watched the whole play.Later, he somehow bought it back and brought it back to the house.

After so many years, this puppet has gradually developed wisdom, and its time is no different from that of a living person.

But compared to a real living person...

Looking at the pale face of the puppet, He Chen couldn't help but think of another face.Honey-colored skin, a little baby fat on the face, with warmth.The eyes are big and bright, and it makes people's hearts soften when they look at people.The hair is light in color and looks soft.

That's the real person.

Thinking of this, He Chen's hand stopped unconsciously, the piano clanged, and the puppet's movements also stopped.

The puppet's pale face slowly turned to the audience, and its gaze was directed somewhere.

He Chen also looked over, and at the same time, a voice sounded: "He Chen!"

Mingyi was standing on the shore, holding the puppy he just picked up in his arms, staring at the stage intently: "He Chen, this looks so good!"

He Chen met his gaze and paused for a moment.

Mingyi's light hair glowed golden in the sun, he was full of smiles, his eyes were clear and bright, without any pretense.

At this moment, He Chen suddenly wanted to touch his hair.Will it be as soft as expected?It probably still has the temperature of being exposed to the sun, which is different from everything that is fake and cold...

But the puppet started to move. It bowed profusely with its long sleeves on the ground. Its voice was hoarse and indistinguishable, and it replied, "It's a puppet show."

He Chen also recovered immediately.He opened his eyes, closed them irritably, got up and walked off the stage, and said to the puppet, "Go back."

The puppet's eyes slowly turned to He Chen's back, and his voice seemed to tremble a little: "Master, don't you want to watch now?"

He Chen didn't speak any more, and walked towards Mingyi.

Seeing He Chen approaching, Ming Yi stroked the dog in his arms, and coaxed it in a low voice: "Call your brother quickly."

The dog didn't bark, but turned to happily lick the back of Mingyi's hand.

Mingyi tugged at its ears, pretending to be fierce: "Do you listen to your father's words?"

He Chen: ...

He Chen couldn't help but said, "No need."

At the same time, Gouzi finally turned to He Chen cooperatively and barked twice.

The two pairs of big eyes looked over obediently together, and they were inexplicably similar.And He Chen wanted to hit someone for a moment.

The two walked to the study side by side.Mingyi put the dog down and let it play by itself.

He Chen picked up the pen again, slowly wrote down the word "Mingyi", and said indifferently with Mingyi: "Look carefully, and write it yourself in a while."

Ming Yi nodded obediently, so He Chen handed the pen to him after finishing writing.

Mingyi held his pen to the paper and didn't move for a long time.In the end, he hesitated to start writing——he wrote the ghost character again.

He Chen's eyes hurt from watching it, and he felt a surge of anger directed at Tianling Gai: "Are you paying attention?"

Mingyi turned to look at him, and said pitifully, "He Chen, He Chen, can you write it again..."

Mingyi's doggy eyes drooped slightly with grievance, and his eyes were moist, meeting He Chen's gaze.

He Chen and him looked at each other, fell silent for a while, then lowered their eyes: "Forget it."

"I'll write it down a few more times, so watch carefully."

Ming Yi hurriedly nodded: "Yeah!"

He Chen glanced at Mingyi's twisted hair when he nodded, and pursed his lips.

He found that his anger came and went quickly, and there was not much left.

It's... weird.

He silently slowed down and showed Ming Yi step by step.He did it very slowly, and did it several times, and felt that there would be no more problems.

So he handed over the pen and said lightly: "Is this the meeting?"

However, Mingyi didn't reach out to take the pen.He didn't move at all, and didn't respond to He Chen's words.

He Chen lowered his head to look, only to see Mingyi with his head down, his eyes closed, his eyelashes drooping obediently, and he was already asleep.

The moment He Chen got closer, Ming Yi snored a little.

He Chen: ...

He Chen wanted to flip the table for a moment.

He reached out his hand to wake Mingyi up, but when he was about to touch him, his hand paused again.

At this moment, Mingyi muttered hazily: "Sir..."

He Chen's eyebrows twitched.

For some reason, this title made him feel a little strange.

Ming Yi continued to mutter: "Sir, let me... sleep for a while... just for a while..."

As he spoke, he lowered his head a little, put it on the table, and did not move.

The moment Mingyi lowered his head, at close range, He Chen vaguely saw that there seemed to be a touch of black-blue under his eyes.This color is not eye-catching on his honey-colored face, and it is very natural, as if it was there from the beginning.

He Chen looked at Ming Yi for a while.Then, he turned his eyes away, walked to the side of the couch, and started to make tea.

Forget it.

It was raining outside, pattering on the pool water.

It's the first rain of spring.It's getting warmer.

-

After nightfall, He Chen was still drinking in the pavilion.

After the grain reserve broke into his residence by mistake last night, He Chen became agitated, adding to the misty mist in the house and adding to the confusion leading to where he was, making it impossible for the grain reserve to wander around at night. to him.

Sure enough, when He Chen felt it carefully, he could only feel that the grain reserve came out of the small building where he was, and started wandering not far away, and he couldn't leave the three-acre land.

But... what exactly is this food reserve doing?Why do you come out to wander around every night?

He Chen lowered his eyes and picked up the wine glass, feeling a little puzzled in his heart.

But he didn't pay much attention to this issue, and quickly put it aside.

It's just a food reserve.

He took a sip of the wine, and the spicy taste spread in his mouth.

The taste of this wine seems to be a little lighter tonight.

He Chen looked at the moonlight, and suddenly smelled the faint fragrance of bamboo on his nose.

Next time, maybe you can brew some Zhuyeqing to drink.

He seemed to hear someone say something again.

"Little monster, you... um... you, you really taste like bamboo..."

And the other person replied as if he couldn't stand it: "Stop talking."

"I won't say anymore...don't be so fierce...don't, take it easy..."

Mingyi didn't sleep well that night.

The familiar pain came back to him again, he seemed to suffer a night in a trance, and then woke up suddenly.

He shivered, sat up straight on the bed, and looked down at his body.

The scars on the honey-colored skin were mottled, but there were still no new wounds.

Ming Yi stared blankly at the carved flowers on the bedside, and realized that he remembered more about the pain of last night.

Before, when he woke up, he had no idea what had happened the night before.The scars seemed to appear out of nowhere, and he couldn't remember exactly what happened and what happened.

His mother said that he could remember when he was a child, when he would wake up every day and cry bitterly, crying and calling his mother how scared he was and how painful he was.Later, he got used to the pain and was no longer afraid.But he seemed to gradually start to see some things in his dreams. After waking up, he became more and more silent. Sometimes he would say strange things, sometimes he would cry inexplicably when doing things, and sometimes he would look into the distance, as if there was something unforeseen. What is done needs to be done.

In the dream, he seemed to be looking for something.

Later, it is said that the little uncle helped him.He gradually began to forget everything that happened at night, he would no longer be sad, and he would no longer say strange things.

However, he seemed to be getting closer to what he was looking for in the dream.And the little uncle said that by then...

At that time, he will die.

And now, he seemed to be beginning to remember what happened that night again.Is this also the little uncle treating him?

Mingyi sat blankly for a while, came back to his senses, and got up completely, ready to start a new day.

No matter what, Mother said, he just needs to listen to his little uncle!

Unexpectedly, Ming Yi walked out of the small building today and turned around for a while, but he still didn't see He Chen.

Ming Yi was at a loss on the small road, when suddenly a hurried figure came out from behind the small road, a short, stooped old man with white beard and hair, long eyebrows drooping, walking over eagerly.

The old man's eyes lit up when he saw Mingyi, and he immediately came over and grabbed Mingyi's arm: "Quick, young man, come with me."

Mingyi looked at him blankly, and was dragged by him to take two steps.

Seeing that he was not moving, the old man hurriedly turned his head and shouted, "He Chen has an accident! Only you can save him!"