Strange honey water and Y month [short story collection]

It won't be long before I'm hungry.

The little mite patted his stomach, mocking with glee in his heart, and said to let you maintain a good living habit, now it's all right, and your diet will become irregular again.

Fortunately, his wife is not a Libra. He just thought for a while before picking up his mobile phone and ordering a takeaway seven kilometers away. It will take at least an hour or two to wait for the delivery, and he will probably be able to digest it by then.

During the period, my wife opened the coding software but did not touch it, so she hung up and played with her mobile phone.

The little mite is used to it, and only feels sorry for the takeaway brother who runs super long distance.

"Beep beep beep..."

The penguin, which had been quiet on the computer, popped up a new message alert, with a huge red dot on top, and the number in it rose rapidly from 1 to 10. If the wife didn't reply immediately, it might even continue to rise.

The little mite's heart tightened, and it quickly flashed onto the back of his wife's hand with its newly learned flying over the wall.

The wife's fingers danced rapidly on the keyboard, at a visual speed of 4000 words per hour!

This kind of speed usually only appears when writing code words. Who on earth can inspire the wife to chat at such a fast speed? !

The little mite was very unhappy, he didn't want to know at all, and couldn't help but climbed to the position where his wife was at eye level to take a peek.

On the computer screen, there was a guy with a handsome head who sent a plot discussion request to his wife.

Excessive!

The handsome head should also be an author, like the little mite, who has written hundreds of thousands of words in almost a year.

He seems to be worrying about the plot of his new book, and wants to ask his wife to help sort out the plot.

The handsome head: "Madam, I want to write an article. The theme is about random life, so I thought of a story where you can randomly change faces by pumping a mask, and then start a random life."

The wife replied friendly: "So, which piece do you want to sort out?"

Handsome guy head: "All, what I think of now is that the protagonist is a big star, and he became a big star because he got a beautiful face. Then he met the other half of his hit, a past idol, and the idol pestered him and wanted him to be a big star. Help get a role, and then the two of you will film together."

Wife: "Then what does that have to do with slapping your face?"

Handsome guy head: "Later, the former idol failed to become popular, thinking it was because his face was too ugly, so he wanted to slap his face, but the protagonist stopped him and influenced him. I didn't expect that half a year later, that drama would suddenly become popular. The popular star has also become popular, fortunately he didn't change his face."

Wife: "It's a simple and light story."

The handsome head: "Yeah, I also think that if it has less taste, how can it be better?"

At this point in the conversation, the wife's fingers stopped suddenly, and he didn't know what to say for a while, because he was also in pigeon text.

Once writing this kind of thing, once you dove, you will enter a state of selflessness, and it is difficult to burst out new inspiration.

How can such a wife help others?

The little mite sat angrily on his wife's face, couldn't hold back, and said, "Just add a villain."

The wife was shocked and almost knocked the little mite away. He shouted in surprise: "Googoo (who is talking?!)"

The little mite covered its mouth guiltily, trying to pretend that nothing happened. Even yesterday, the wife could not hear it speak, and the wife it heard was also speaking human language, not cooing.

I didn't expect that everything changed when I woke up today.

The wife still refused to let go and shouted: "Googoo (you were talking in the morning, right, who are you!)"

Seeing that he couldn't hide it, the little mite came up with a plan and kept saying, "Hi, I'm your conscience."

Then, it honestly waited for his wife's response.

But what I didn't expect was that this time my wife just let out a "goo" (equivalent to oh).His expression and tone were calm.

Little Mite: "You...accepted?"

Wife: "Googoo (Well, it's not unacceptable.)"

After he finished speaking, he sent the words that the little mite just said to the handsome guy.

The handsome head: "But what kind of villain would be better? Should we let a big star or idol be the villain?"

Wife: "You want to write reverse?"

The handsome guy: "That's not it, it's just that I haven't thought about it yet, my mind is in a mess."

The little mite interjected, "Ask him if he has any other roles to try? For example, a behind-the-scenes villain whose position is similar to that of a big star, or even higher?"

The wife sent it without saying a word, and after a few minutes of silence, a hugging and gnawing emoji was sent.

This time, the little mite could be said to be very angry, and it didn't know why it was angry. In short, when he came back to his senses, the phrase "your conscience forbids you to talk to that person" had already been said.

The wife also obediently closed the dialog box.

Wife: "Googoo (Okay, conscience, now let's talk about why you popped up.)"

The little mite was taken aback, and it didn't know the answer to this question.

It thought for a long time before saying shamelessly: "Well, because you have been writing about pigeons recently, your readers keep making wishes, which led to my birth of consciousness."

Wife: "Googoo (Okay, so what do I do to get you back to normal?)"

Little mite: "I don't know either, maybe... update it?"

The wife resolutely closed the codeword software hanging on the desktop, and then dug out the drama that she hadn't watched before without hesitation.

The little mite is completely stupid, ma'am, this is...

"Googoo (I want you to spend more time with me.)" Mrs. explained.

11. The second sip of honey water

◎The little mite could not hold back and secretly kissed his wife◎

April 8, 3:14

The doorbell rang, and the wife got up and went outside. The little mite glanced at the time, and it was the takeaway.

Seeing his wife eating a large pot of spicy skewers in front of the computer, the little mite misses the delicacies he made. If he could meet his wife as a human being, he would definitely cook a lot of delicious food for him.

Through observation in the past few days, although his wife's eating habits are very unhealthy, what he likes to eat is what he is good at.

"Cuckoo (hello, conscience?)" the lady called out to it.

The little mite responded immediately.

Wife: "Googoo (do you eat with conscience?)"

Little mite: "I don't know about other consciences, I don't seem to need to eat them."

The little mite really doesn't need to eat, and now it doesn't even know the name of the mouth-like thing in front of its head.

At the beginning, it was worried that as a mite, what would it do if it had to bite its wife for a living, but after a few days, it was still fine without a drop of water in it.

The wife blew on the skewers covered in red oil, and sighed: "Googoo (It's a pity, then you lost a lot of fun.)"

Little Mite: "Actually, I've never had much interest. Maybe this time to communicate with you is my greatest pleasure."

Wife: "Goo (then you're really badass!)"

The wife was eating big mouthfuls, and he was not surprised at all by the strange voice appearing on him today, he had never seen such a calm person.

The little mite couldn't help asking: "Why don't you ask me if I have any special abilities, can I help you dominate the world?"

The wife almost choked: "Googoo (It's not a novel, I only have that ability, how can my conscience be better.)"

Well, it makes sense, but the wife has more than a little skill in the heart of the little mite.It sincerely praised: "At least, you have surpassed many people in the field of writing."

Wife: "Goo (and then I dove.)"

The conversation fell into an awkward silence, and the little mite sat quietly on his wife, smelling the spicy smell coming from his bowl and the sweet honey fragrance from his wife.

The little mite really felt that his wife was much better than him, and when he was Xiao Qi, his life was terrible.

Coming out of a small city, I went to a poor school because of my family background, and I even took a self-examination for an undergraduate degree.

Fortunately, he worked hard enough to spend twice as long as others to gain a foothold in big cities.

But just after he stabilized, he fell ill due to endless work, and was soon dismissed by the company after his illness.

During the period of struggling for a long time without accomplishing anything, during the period of recuperating at home, Xiao Qi recalled that when he was studying, he had serialized novels on the largest website at that time. After so long, that website had already closed down, and batch after batch of new readers Never knew him again.

But his story was never finished.

Because he read novels on the subway every day at work, he had the idea of ​​starting to code again.

While coding, learning code words, and reading his wife's article, he wants to change the story to be interesting and interesting, and then give it to his favorite wife.

After thinking about it, my wife had already finished eating.

The little mite stared at the time on the wall, and it was no accident. After 10 minutes, the wife lost her motivation and fell asleep on her stomach.

It seems that today is really not going to code a word.

Because it was too sunny outside, the curtains were all drawn, and the room was dim, as if it was getting dark at six or seven in the afternoon.

The only light is my wife's super-large curved screen monitor, the desktop is in a mess, there are a bunch of unclosed web pages, folders are placed everywhere, and even the penguin is open on the right side of the desktop.

Maybe it was accidentally when I just fell asleep, my wife touched the mouse by mistake, and the friend list in Penguin was turned to the old bottom again.

In the last column, 7777777, whose head turned gray, lay quietly.

The little mite sat on his wife's head, thinking about it for 15 minutes with tears in his eyes, and then it wanted to crawl back to his wife's collarbone and lie down for a while.

Jumping down along the tip of the hair, when passing by his wife's cheek, he couldn't hold back for a moment...

It faces the position where the corner of the wife's mouth is raised, and can't help kissing