Mr. Squirrel of the Fairy Forest

The luggage that was piled up under the shade of the tree was moved into the renovated small tree house one after another by Mr. Squirrel these days.

Small sleeping tents were also put away and put in storage.

These days, Mr. Weasel sleeps on the bed, and Mr. Squirrel sleeps in the small attic on the top floor.

Early in the morning, the sun shone through the arched floor-to-ceiling windows. Mr. Squirrel shook his ears, stuck out a paw from the small blanket, and stretched comfortably.

He still wanted to stay in bed for a while, so he pulled the blanket and wrapped himself into a small mountain bag, and then crawled to the window like a caterpillar.

Looking out through the window, the industrious Mr. Weasel is already busy in the garden.

He hollowed out the middle of the wooden pile and simply made two buckets, then hung the buckets on the wooden sticks with ropes, and then carried the wooden sticks on his shoulders, which became a primitive pole.

A few days ago, he often went to the Fairy Forest to cut wood, and Mr. Weasel was somewhat familiar with the surrounding terrain.

He carried the pole to the nearest stream, filled the barrel with water, and poured it into the small pond in the Sunshine Garden.

The current small garden is still bare, and it needs to transplant some flower bulbs and green plants from the fairy forest to dress it up.

He first filled the small pond with water, and when the time came, he caught a few fish and small snails from the river, and they could put them directly into the pond for breeding.

Mr. Weasel touched his sweat with his paws, looked up at the attic of the small tree house, and then saw the little squirrel wrapped in the blanket, dragging his cheeks with his paws, looking at him with admiration.

Mr. Weasel was very proud, he shook the hair on the top of his head handsomely, and grinned in a romantic way.

ah!Mr. Squirrel was lying on his back on the tatami, staring at the small skylight in the attic with nothing to love.

Every time he commits a nympho to Mr. Weasel, he will be mercilessly beaten back to reality.

Mr. Huang Lang is not the domineering goblin who is worth more than [-] million yuan in the short stories, but a down-to-earth goblin who wears a vest and big pants and sculpts from time to time.

But also very gentle.

Mr. Squirrel took off his pajamas at the speed of light, and changed into new clothes on the shelf beside him.

Then he quickly rinsed the room, cleaned his teeth, washed his face, put on a straw hat, opened the door and walked out.

Go straight down the small stairs and come to the Sunshine Garden.

Mr. Squirrel stood in front of Mr. Weasel, squeezed his paws and said: "Mr. Huang Lang, can you accompany me to pick some small wild flowers in the forest today? I want to transplant them into the small garden, but I am afraid that a fairy will carry them on my back." Do not move."

Oh!God!

The little squirrel is going on a date with him?This time there was absolutely no mistake.

Mr. Weasel nodded frantically, picking flowers is wonderful, it would be even better if he could be a flower picker!

So Mr. Squirrel and Mr. Weasel each carried a small backpack and set off towards the Fairy Forest.

Fortunately, the little squirrel has the habit of memorizing the map every time he goes out to pick. Now when he unfolds the small map, the location of each sea of ​​flowers is clearly marked.

"Mr. Huang Lang, this way, there are Hyacinth and Violet here."

"Here, here, are hydrangea and lily-of-the-valley."

"And here are the camellias and my favorite chamomile."

After coming out for a while, Mr. Squirrel's own small basket was filled to the brim.

He used a small shovel to dig out the roots of the flowers together with the soil, and then wrapped them with small leaves to ensure that even if these beautiful flowers were transplanted into a small garden, they would still grow luxuriantly.

Roses, jasmine, phalaenopsis, pansy, lilac, mother-in-law...

In the end, Mr. Weasel's small basket was also filled to the brim.

The two goblins returned to the small tree house with a full load, and with a small hoe in their hands, they began to dig soil and transplant in the garden.

Plan the hole, bury the roots, compact it, and finally water it with a small sprinkler.

The small garden is surrounded by a big tree, and the area is really a bit large.

The two goblins had no choice but to go deep into the goblin forest one after another, picking more flowers, and kept busy until the sun went down, before they managed to cover the small garden with all kinds of flowers and plants.

The heights are scattered and orderly, leaving a cobbled path in the middle, passing through the swing, bypassing the pond, and reaching the small gazebo.

For the remaining small wildflowers, Mr. Squirrel placed them in small hanging baskets, and then hung the small hanging baskets outside the windows of each room.

In this way, when you get up early and open the window, you can smell the beautiful fragrance of flowers and keep your mind relaxed and happy throughout the day.

For dinner, Mr. Squirrel made pumpkin pie and sweet rice porridge in his new favorite kitchen.

Mr. Weasel sat on a small stone bench in the gazebo, holding a small bowl and devouring it hungrily, and finally cleaned the bottom of the bowl.

After dinner, a firefly night light was lit in the gazebo. While digesting, the weasel held a utility knife and began to carve the fishing rod. By the way, he seized the opportunity to chat with the little squirrel who was sitting next to him weaving the carpet.

"Little monster, um, what kind of fairy do you like?"

A large field of lavender was transplanted next to the gazebo, exuding a warm and sincere fragrance, which made the fairy feel like falling in love.

Mr. Squirrel's mouse cheeks flew up to two red clouds in an instant, fortunately, he was not too shy under the cover of night.

He took a sneak peek at Mr. Weasel, and replied stutteringly: "I like to do things... a serious fairy."

When Mr. Weasel heard this, he scratched his head in embarrassment. In his impression, it seemed that most goblins were very serious in their work, and this standard for choosing a mate was too general!

Putting down the carved fishing rod in his hand, Mr. Weasel picked up the rope on the side, untied it and used it to weave fishing lines, and continued to ask: "What else?"

"I also like... I like gentle fairies."

Hearing this, Mr. Weasel was even more troubled. He didn't know if he was gentle or not.

Knowing his own answer didn't satisfy Mr. Weasel, but even so, his little face was already on fire.

Afraid of being questioned further, the little squirrel quickly turned against the guest and said, "Mr. Huang Lang, what kind of fairy do you like?"

"I, I like little squirrels!"

Mr. Squirrel did not expect Mr. Weasel to be so straightforward, and the wool needle used to weave the carpet almost fell to the ground with a snap.

However, Mr. Weasel is still talking: "The best is a little squirrel with a bust of 8cm, a waist of 7cm, and a hip of 9cm, who cooks deliciously and whose occupation is a small tailor."

Mr. Squirrel is embarrassing: You can just read my fairy ID card!

Mr. Weasel was not too shy. After weaving the fishing line, he began to fiddle with the wire and polished it into a fishhook.

It's not a day or two since he likes little squirrels, and he's not afraid to admit it!

From the first day Xiaoguai moved to the small town of Valta, he fell in love at first sight.

It was a cool autumn day, and the musical fountain on the shore of Lake Baiga was holding a grand fountain show, surrounded by circles of goblins inside and out.

That day he was still wearing hip-hop clothes and doing street art on the walls of other goblins.

Unfortunately, the owner of the house turned out to be Miss Raccoon, who only had a cleanliness freak. After discovering that he was graffiti on the wall, she immediately screamed and called the police. He only escaped unharmed by entering the crowd of goblins.

After the sound of the siren faded away, he pulled the goblin out, and as soon as he looked up, he saw the little squirrel standing by the shore of Lake Baiga in the distance.

He was wearing a small pea green sweater, cropped denim pants, and a pair of small leather boots on his paws.

With a small pure white scarf around his neck and a backpack for travel, he was rubbing his paws and breathing, while smiling and bending his eyes, watching the grand fountain show from a distance.

Oh~ It's a heart-pounding feeling!Mr. Weasel looked straight.

How could such a peaceful and beautiful fairy appear in the small town of Varta?Like a chamomile blooming in the field, it is not gorgeous or dazzling, but unique.

From then on, Mr. Weasel could no longer tolerate other fairies.

After finishing one fishing rod, Mr. Weasel threw it out and tried it. After confirming that there was no problem, he started to make the second one.

What is the difference between him saying it directly and confessing?

After Mr. Weasel finished speaking, he acted like a goblin, but the little squirrel beside him had long since given up on weaving carpets.

His heart was beating fast, his heart was sweet, and he wanted to throw himself into the crib and roll over to vent.

Waiting and waiting nervously, but Mr. Weasel didn't follow up.

The little squirrel was very angry, and glared at Mr. Weasel angrily, then dragged the half-woven rug and ran up to the attic.

That night, the moonlight was very bright, and Mr. Squirrel was lying on the tatami, with a small blanket covering his white belly.

There is a small skylight in the attic, and you can see the night sky with twinkling stars, but Mr. Squirrel is not in the mood to watch it. He tosses and turns, which is rare for insomnia.