Strange honey water and Y month [short story collection]

on his desk, looking at the starry sky above his head.

There was something missing in the absence of the wife tonight, which made it a little restless.

"pat-"

There was a knock on the window, and the little mite got up and looked, it was the fat Siamese running over again.

Really, I only had lunch before, have you started to eat dinner now?

Fortunately, the wife didn't close the window, so the fat cat got into the house. It jumped on the wooden floor and searched around. When it couldn't find any food, it meowed anxiously.

Hehe, my wife cleaned up the house before going out, and Fat Cat dumped the leftover food at noon.

The little mite crawled to the edge of the table and said, "Your cat food is in airtight jars. My wife is out tonight. I don't know when she will be back."

Mao Mao turned around as if she understood, and "meowed" in the direction of the little mite.

"I am his conscience," the little mite said mockingly, "a conscience that is not very conscientious, he sent me back in the afternoon and left."

The cat turned its head and moved towards the corner of the room, its sagging belly due to obesity dangling as it walked.

The cat food storage jar is over there, and the cat crawls over the plastic lid and pats it with its paw.

From a distance, the little mite shouted: "That kind of button has to be pressed to open, you can't open it without a thumb."

As soon as the voice fell, there was only a "pop", and the whole jar was knocked over to the ground, the lid was broken, and grains were exposed one by one from inside.

The little mite "...wait for my wife to come back and see how I file a complaint."

When Fat Siam heard this, he rushed over suddenly, unbiasedly, and slapped the little mite with his palm.

It was so fast just now that it couldn't react in time. If it wasn't for the cat's shooting, the little mite might have become a flat mite.

It was surprised: "Can you understand me?!"

The fat cat gave a "meow".

Really, understand!

The little mite thought of something, and tentatively asked Sha Maomao: "Can you help to press the computer? Just the button on the big white box."

Mao Mao glanced at it, and reluctantly jumped onto the stool, touched the button with its paws and pressed it.

"Di--" The computer made a sound of turning on, and then self-tested, entered the system, and turned on.

The computer is set to restore the progress of the program before the startup, so after the desktop appears, the penguin and the last web page also jump out.

Densely piled up on the curved screen display.

The little mite jumped onto the keyboard and scanned a row. One of the webpages was a series of articles by his wife, which happened to be pulled to the comment position, and there was a lot of scolding.

Naturally, the computer was not turned on for his wife's articles. After all, he had read every article and chapter, and remembered every plot.

It asked Maomao to help click the mouse to see if it could enter its own article page.

After so long, it is also a little curious whether anyone has read its article.

As a result, the little mite overestimated the strength of the fat cat.

The mouse is pressed, but it cannot be operated as flexibly as a human hand at all.Fat Siam was so angry that he threw the mouse on the table.

The little mite covered its head and sighed. It seemed that a cat could not be expected to do things, even if it could understand itself.

Looking at the messy webpage on the screen again, it has already secretly thought about how to make a small report at night.

When the little mite accidentally scanned the serialized page again, he realized something was wrong.

After careful inspection, if it still has eyebrows, it should be huddled together.

Because it saw that the latest article update of my wife was on July 7.

That's not right, the little mite remembered his wife for a long time, and he couldn't persuade him, so he made a wish in the wishing pool and became what he is today...

But now who can explain what is going on?Why did the day when my wife stopped pigeon writing was the day before I became a worm?

As soon as it thought about it, it felt like its head was exploding, and in the end it could only give up and stop thinking about it.

Fat Cat waited for a long time and couldn't hear the new order, so he went back to the cat food and continued to eat.

The sound of it chewing loudly echoed in the room.

The little mite finally noticed that there was a lack of a sweet smell in the room, which was the faint smell of honey water from his wife.

It will become restless if it doesn't smell that way.

Well, I want to drink honey water.

When it was still a human Xiaoqi, it would brew and drink by itself at home.

Coming to this big city alone, sitting on the balcony after get off work every night, holding a glass of light honey water, opening the window to let the cool night breeze blow to her body, is Xiaoqi's favorite thing to do this summer.

Hmm... So, even after the human Xiaoqi became a bug, the windows were kept open...

Yes, the windows at home are open!The little mite turned over and ran to the edge of the table, and said to the fat cat who was enjoying the food, "Can you please take me somewhere?"

14. The second sip of honey water

◎It turns out that his wife also likes him◎

December 8, 10:22

A fat Siamese leaped down from the back wall of a certain community, giving full play to the ability of cats to fly over the eaves and walls, and shuttled among the alleys.

Fortunately, here is a suburban area, with few cars and few people, so there is not much danger to life, and it is not easy to encounter troublesome human beings.

The little mite sat cross-legged on top of the fat cat's head, looking in all directions, listening to the six directions, and pointing the way based on his own memory.

The destination is the house it once lived in when it was a human.

An old community not far from my wife's house, no more than two kilometers away.

It just so happens that my wife is not here tonight so I can take the opportunity to go back and have a look.

It happened that Sha Mao was willing to take it too.

The little mite thinks that he may need all kinds of threats and lures to convince this cat who is not easy to get along with.

In the end, it agreed without further ado, but it just ate a few more mouthfuls of rice, which is considered a wife.

Walking on the streets in the suburbs at the end of summer is very pleasant. There are no more cicadas calling tirelessly, and the night wind is cooler.

If it hadn't turned into a mite, into a cat or a dog, the little mite might ask his wife to open the window every day and let him go out for a walk...

Bah, what are you thinking, cats and dogs can't pretend to be conscience.

However, this matter, is it going to keep pretending?

It doesn't know the lifespan of a different mite, nor does it know what its own weakness is.

Will his wife buy an anti-mite mask one day on a whim, and he will return to his hometown?

If one day it dies, especially if it dies unexpectedly, no one will know.

At that time, will the wife find that she has lost her conscience and look around?

The little mite thinks that it is better to find a time to explain the situation to his wife.

Otherwise, if this continues, who knows what troubles will arise, isn't that how it is played in TV dramas, if there are secrets left undisclosed, it will be self-defeating and cause major troubles.

Well, that's the decision, the mite removal mask is the mite removal mask, in comparison, it is more afraid of what will happen if the wife can't find a conscience...

The fat cat walked very fast, and it didn't take long for the little mite to arrive at the gate of the park.

At this time, the cat stopped and "meowed", probably asking the little mite if it wanted to go in.

"Go ahead and go to my house, I don't like it here." It said to the fat cat.

I don't know why, standing here looking at the park at this moment, the little mite feels very scared.

It's as if there's something really bad inside that will be devoured the moment you step in.

When I was still a human, I naturally didn't have this kind of experience. The little mite thought that maybe it was because he became a bug and became more sensitive, right?

There used to be a 24-hour supermarket in the park, and because vegetables were sold at a discount at night, many people wandered in front of the supermarket even at this time.

In order to prevent Fat Siam from being intercepted by the kind old lady, the little mite specifically instructed it to go to a more secluded place.

When passing the side wall of the supermarket, the fat cat suddenly stopped and purred a few times.

Instead of meowing to solve the problem, and instead of leaving, the little mite grunted a few times for no reason. The little mite felt that it had discovered something and could not speak loudly, and was reluctant to leave.

It makes the cat jump to a high place and then approach it quietly.

In the dark night, a man in dark clothes walked far ahead.

That figure from the back, the little mite recognized at a glance, it was his wife!

It was suddenly curious, what exactly was the wife saying that she was going out at night?

But it promised his wife not to follow...

However, this road can also lead to its home...

Then, treat it as if you accidentally saw it on the way home, so let's walk along for a while.

"Follow quietly." It said to the cat.

Under the street lamp, the wife walked unhurriedly, holding a shriveled bag of cat food in his hand, as if he had just come out of the park after feeding the cat.

It turned out that he would also line up to feed the cats, the little mite thought, if he went to the park a few more times when he was a human, would he be able to meet his wife earlier, so that he would not have to be a bug?

It maintains a close distance from the cat in the back.

But the little mite felt that the distance between it and his wife was the closest and the farthest.

It can lie on his wife's body willfully every day, secretly kissing the parts he likes, but he will never be able to have his wife.

After leaving this street, my wife walked to the nearest bus stop and sat in quietly.

The little mite told the fat cat to get ready, and if the wife wanted to get in the car, she would send it to him.

But many cars passed by, and that person had no intention of standing up at all.

It wasn't until Fat Siam was about to fall asleep that his wife stood up and left.

A little further down is a simple little restaurant.

When the little mites were still human beings, they liked to eat the food inside.

The restaurant is opened by an elderly couple, with standard local dishes.It's cheap, the portion is big, and the taste is particularly good.

Remembering that his wife's taste was the same as his, he felt that maybe his wife didn't miss their home meals when he was at home.

Calculating the time, it should be almost eleven o'clock now, and the two old men have already