Mr. Squirrel of the Fairy Forest

"Stop hitting! Stop hitting! Little squirrel, it's me!" Mr. Weasel grabbed the white robe covering his body.

I have to admit that his love strategy failed again!

Hearing the sound, Mr. Squirrel gave an exclamation. He stopped what he was doing, slowly opened his eyes, and saw the weasel in front of him whose nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

"It's you?"

"That's right, it's me! Huang Lang! Very yellow, very yellow, a wolf with the color of a hungry wolf! Bah, bah, bah! No, it's Lang who is breezy and bright! You still remember me, right?"

"Remember, of course you remember, you wicked weasel!"

Mr. Squirrel said with gritted teeth, and swung the wooden spoon again, hitting Mr. Weasel with a bang bang!

"Let you be a hooligan! Let you pretend to be a ghost! Bad thing! My little squirrel is not afraid of you!"

"No, little squirrel, listen to my explanation!"

Mr. Weasel is almost dying of anxiety. He just wants to pursue the little prince he has been secretly in love with for a long time. Why doesn't the plot develop as expected?

"I don't want to listen to your sophistry, so hurry up, or I'll go to the goblin police station in Varta town tomorrow, and let detective hyena arrest you!" Mr. Squirrel said angrily, chopping off his paws.

Hearing this, even though Mr. Weasel was extremely reluctant, he could only run away in a desperate manner with his tail between his legs.

A good dream was shattered. Mr. Squirrel dragged the wooden spoon and returned to the small tree house with his ears drooping.

He carefully closed the door, locked the windows, and drew the curtains to make sure that nothing strange would come in in the middle of the night.

Then I came to the studio, turned on the night light, and opened my diary.

Weather: Evening Mood: Excited

The restless and kind weasel is at it again!He was severely beaten up by the brave mob, hum, he is not easy to bully, if he dares to come again next time, the mob will smash his head with a wooden spoon!

The accompanying picture is a cartoon weasel with devil wings on its back, defeated miserably by a brave little squirrel wielding a holy sword.

While drawing and drawing, Mr. Squirrel's upper and lower eyelids began to fight.

He yawned long, stretched out a paw to turn off the night light, and just fell asleep on the table.

On the other side, Mr. Weasel, who had fled, sat listlessly behind the big tree with his head down.

His head was humming from being hit by the little squirrel's wooden spoon, and he could only feel better by tearing the crumpled white robe on the side into strips and wrapping it around his head.

Mr. Weasel racked his brains, but he just couldn't figure out what went wrong? !

Reluctantly opened the book, read it again under the bright moonlight.

That's right!This is how the love magic is described in the book. Why is it that the big white pig has tried and tested repeatedly, and there are countless imperial mothers and goblins, but it doesn't work when he uses it on the little squirrel?

Mr. Weasel feels that his brain capacity is not enough!

At this moment, a gust of night wind blew by, flipping the book in his hand to the last page.

On the entire page, there are only a few bold and black characters printed carelessly: This story is purely authored by YY. If you imitate it, you will be severely beaten!

Seeing this scene, Mr. Weasel's face turned green.

He hurriedly turned the book over, wanting to see who the author was?

Sure enough, it was Big White Pig Benzhu!

The whole book is actually just a daydream made out of the last thread of obscenity?

Mr. Weasel was so angry that he threw the book on the ground with a slap, and stomped on it with his paws!

I can't wait to tear this book to pieces, think about it and forget it, and expect it to be used as evidence to explain to the little squirrel.

It's not that he's out of tune, it's that he was severely deceived by this book!

oh!God!What is it all about?

Sure enough, love magic skills are all unreliable!

He should pursue the little squirrel in the traditional and conservative way.

The most vulgar and down-to-earth way of courtship that Mr. Weasel can think of is sending flowers!

So he ran into the Fairy Forest in the dark, and gathered all the small wildflowers he could get.

Lisianthus, hyacinth, baby's breath, forget-me-not...

Returning to the small tree house before dawn, Mr. Weasel clumsily tied the delicate flowers into a bunch with grass and vines.

Patting the dust off his body with his paws, pinching his neck to clear his throat, trying to make himself look like a handsome gentleman wolf.

Mr. Weasel straightened his body, put his flower-clad paws behind his back, and waited nervously and anxiously for the little squirrel to open the door.

Mr. Squirrel did not expect that when he walked out of the small tree house the next day, he saw Mr. Weasel with a white bandage on his head and a messy fur.

The door was closed with a bang, and after a while, he ran out ferociously. Mr. Squirrel waved the wooden spoon and asked fiercely, "Bad thing, what do you want to do here?"

Knowing the feeling of being hit by the wooden spoon, Mr. Weasel shrank his neck, grinning his teeth, and hurriedly explained: "Little Squirrel, I'm here to apologize to you. I did something wrong yesterday. This is an apology, please." Take it."

As he spoke, he took out the bouquet hidden behind him and held it in front of the little squirrel.

Hearing this, Mr. Squirrel was visibly taken aback.

With round eyes, he looked Mr. Weasel from head to toe, as if he was examining the truth of what he just said.

After a long while, Mr. Squirrel put down the wooden spoon, and his attitude was obviously relaxed, but his expression was still a little wary.

He has a soft personality and has no temper. It is difficult for him to continue to jump and get angry after other goblins apologize.

"Okay... well, as long as you're not so bad in the future, I won't be angry with you!" Mr. Squirrel shyly took the bouquet and said generously.

The little shrew has turned into a soft and talkative little good mouse again!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mr. Weasel hurriedly took out the commission form from his butt pocket. The familiar-looking post-it note was exactly the construction task issued by Mr. Squirrel in the Fairy Union.

Seeing the commission list, Mr. Squirrel's eyes widened in disbelief.

The Fairy Guild said that there was a Fairy who took over his mission, could it be the weasel in front of him?

Before the little squirrel could speak, Mr. Weasel said: "Little squirrel, I'm here to build you a house. This is the blueprint I drew last night. Take a look."

Mr. Squirrel was crying. He originally wanted to cancel the mission and ask the Fairy Guild to replace it with a builder.But Mr. Weasel had already handed him the unfolded blueprint, but Mr. Squirrel was too embarrassed to coldly refuse, so he could only reluctantly take a look.

It's just that after this one glance, I can't move away anymore!

OMG!

His dream house!

"You...can you really build such a beautiful house?" Mr. Squirrel squeezed his paws, his dark eyes filled with anticipation.

"Of course, there is no problem at all. This is my senior construction craftsman certificate, issued by the Fairy University, and the official seal certified by the Fairy Guild. There is absolutely no water in it." Mr. Weasel crazily promoted himself.

"Little squirrel, you... just give me a chance, I want to earn money to support myself, and I'm really not a wicked weasel."

I just want to pursue you, but Huang Tongdou didn't dare to say the last half of the sentence directly.

He has become smarter now, keeping half of what he says, and learning to be miserable, taking advantage of the overflowing sympathy of little squirrels.

"Then...well then, I will trust you once, just this time~ You have to work hard and don't be lazy!" As an employer, Mr. Squirrel seriously urged in a tone that he thought was stern.

Hearing this, Mr. Weasel nodded fiercely.

Don't be lazy!Never be lazy!

Is it too late to be courteous?How can you be lazy! ?

Just do it, it's time to show the real technology!

Mr. Weasel spread the drawings on the ground and pressed the four corners with small stones.

Then dig out the wood saw, hammer, nails, tape measure, measuring instrument from the toolbox...

He climbed up and down around the small tree house, measured all the data with a tape measure, and then rested his chin on one hand and muttered.

Mr. Squirrel stood aside awkwardly. Seeing this scene, he was inexplicably nervous.

"Huang...Mr. Huang Lang, have you encountered any difficulties? Is the small tree house not easy to construct?"

"No, little squirrel, if it is renovated according to the drawings, it will be a big project. The current small tree house may have to be completely demolished, and the foundation will be rebuilt. You...would you like it?"

Mr. Weasel was a little confused, of course he could trust his own skills, but he didn't know if Little Squirrel would trust him?

Hearing this, Mr. Squirrel pinched his claws and frowned in embarrassment.

"Mr. Huang Lang, I...can I trust you?"

"Of course, oh my god! I swear to Cupid, the god of love, please believe me!"

As long as you want, not to mention the small tree house, you will pick all the stars in the sky!

"Okay then! Please allow me to say goodbye to the current little tree house!"

After Mr. Squirrel finished speaking, he walked slowly to the front of the tree house. He pressed his forehead against the door, closed his eyes and said something softly. His voice gradually became choked, as if he was saying goodbye to his lover.

He took off the sunflower-shaped number plate on the door and hugged it lovingly. Mr. Squirrel's eyes were a little moist, but he still pretended to be strong and nodded at Mr. Weasel and said, "Mr. Huang Lang, you can start construction now!"

God, if you are so sincere to the little house you have lived in for a long time, wouldn't you want to love him to death if you wait to fall in love with him in the future?

The picture made up by my own brain will not leave the beautiful road, Mr. Weasel walked towards the small tree house with hands and feet.

First vacate the small tree house, and move out all the wardrobes, beds, kitchen utensils, and small sewing machines inside.

Mr. Weasel came in and out, turned around countless times, and the hair on his forehead was wet with sweat, but he didn't feel tired at all.

Mr. Squirrel was a little ashamed, and tried his best to help, moving some daily necessities like pillows, which were not too heavy.

He likes to stock up on things he likes when he sees them on weekdays, but he didn't expect that the small tree house with a small area could hold so many things.