Mr. Squirrel of the Fairy Forest

In the past two days, Mr. Weasel has not worked any more, but he still leaves early and returns late.

After working hard some time ago, he has saved enough pennies to do what he had planned long ago.

He wants to prepare a surprise marriage proposal for Little Squirrel.

Because it was a surprise, the mobs couldn't let it know, and it could only be done secretly. For this, Mr. Weasel spent a long time.

That evening, Mr. Squirrel was humming a song, holding a small shower in his paw, watering the flowers happily in the garden.

He was thinking, what delicious food is he going to give his husband tonight?

Is it oatmeal with milk and croissants or green salad and whole wheat bread?

Before the little monster could think about it, there was an unusual movement behind him. He was just about to turn around to check, but before he had time, his eyes went dark, and the whole mouse was wrapped in a sack.

The small shower in the paw fell to the ground with a snap, and all the water in the shower spilled out.

Mr. Squirrel struggled desperately, kicking and kicking, shouting for help.

"Who are you? Hurry up and let the little squirrel out, help, a goblin has kidnapped you, hurry up and call the police."

However, the sack is very strong, no matter how much Mr. Squirrel struggles, it will not help.

And after the little squirrel called for help, a wisp of white smoke suddenly invaded the sack. Mr. squirrel wrinkled his nose and sniffed it, as if it smelled like magnolia flowers, then he tilted his head and fell completely unconscious.

When he woke up again, he was lying in a field of purple tulips.

It's almost dusk, the sky is like a burning cloud, and there are purple tulips that can't be seen at a glance, blurred and dreamy.

Mr. Squirrel stood up abruptly and checked himself from beginning to end.

The little clothes on his body were well worn, and the little yellow duck purse in his jacket pocket was not lost. Mr. Squirrel patted his small chest with his paws, and put his hanging heart into his stomach.

Looking up, there is a Milan-colored carpet in front of you, and there is a colorful hot air balloon not far away. In front of the hot air balloon is a weasel in a suit and leather shoes.

He had waxed his hair, combed his back hair, wore shiny leather shoes on his paws, held lilies in his paws, and looked at the little squirrel who had just woken up with a smile.

His eyes were instantly moist, and Mr. Squirrel chopped off his paws in a hurry and anger.

Why does this wicked weasel always do things that the goblin can't figure out?Do you know that he was almost scared to death just now, thinking that he was really kidnapped.

Seeing that Mr. Squirrel's eyes were red, and Mr. Weasel's paws were numb, he held the lily in his paws tightly with his tail between his legs.

This marriage proposal came suddenly, and he was not sure if Xiaoguai would agree to marry him?I was feeling uneasy, but when I saw the little squirrel stomping its paws angrily, I felt even more uncertain.

Stepping on the Milan-colored carpet, the little squirrel rushed to Mr. Weasel's head, stretched out his claws, and snatched the packaged bouquet of lilies.

Mr. Weasel looked dazed, thinking that the little squirrel didn't want to accept his marriage proposal, and the subsequent series of procedures were all in vain. Mr. Weasel drooped his tail sadly, sniffed his nose, feeling extremely wronged.

He wants to marry little squirrel, but little squirrel doesn't want to marry him, it's all his wishful thinking, he is an abandoned weasel.

The little monster held his breath, but after seeing Mr. Weasel's expression, all the sullenness disappeared.

He really loves Mr. Huang Lang, and he really loves this weasel.

Clenching his claws into fists, he knocked Mr. Weasel on the head three times, and when Mr. Weasel was holding his head and was about to cry aggrieved, the little squirrel gently took Mr. Weasel's paw, and walked into the hot spring together. in the balloon.

"Little... little monster, don't you reject me?" The weasel went up in the sky for a while, and went down for a while, with a heart still floating in the air, unable to land on the ground.

Mr. Squirrel put one paw on his hip, and waved the other paw blatantly, and said fiercely: "You still said that if you dare to kidnap the little squirrel, you will smash his head."

Hearing this, Mr. Weasel shrank his neck in fear. He just wanted to surprise the little squirrel, and he didn't do it on purpose.

But in the next second, the mob plucked up his courage again, put his paws on and kissed Mr. Weasel's side face, and confessed with a blushing mouse face: "I won't reject Mr. Huang Lang, the mob likes Mr. Huang Lang the most."

Although he has no wings, Mr. Weasel is so beautiful that he is about to fly. He hugged the little squirrel, and smacked the mouse's head several times. His tongue was tied up in excitement, and he couldn't speak freely.

At this moment, the hot air balloon slowly rose into the air.

Sunset, sunset, and tulips are the first steps of Mr. Weasel's proposal.

He wanted the little squirrel to remember this day forever, so he racked his brains to come up with all the romantic things and put them into action today.

While watching the endless sea of ​​flowers, he took the little squirrel into his arms and exchanged a lingering kiss.

It was the first time for the two goblins to do this kind of thing, and they were very unskilled. They touched their noses for a while, and had difficulty breathing for a while, but neither of them wanted to give up. Thick, but sweet as honey in my heart.

After getting off the hot air balloon, Mr. Weasel led the little squirrel into the kayak decorated with flowers.

There is a music box in the kayak, and the music box is carved by Mr. Weasel himself, with dancing little squirrels and weasel woodcarvings.

All the way down the river, there are wishing lamps placed in the river along the way.

There are those in the shape of a lotus flower and those in the shape of a carp. Each wishing lamp has a handwritten wish by Mr. Weasel.

"I want to be with the little squirrel for a long time, forever."

"I hope the little squirrel likes me a little more every day than yesterday."

It was a normal wish at the beginning, but gradually, it became absurd later on.

"If you want to cook cooked rice with the little squirrel, try the [-] styles of love."

"Little squirrel development manual, human|wife training plan." The eloquence, like writing a thesis, is stuffed into the wishing lamp.

Bang bang bang, Mr. Weasel, who was full of flamboyant stomachs, was hit on the head severely by the fierce little squirrel.

Finally, when it was completely dark and the stars were shining in the night, they got out of the kayak and went into the forest.

Under a sprawling wisteria tree, there is a brand-new piano surrounded by heart-shaped candles.

Mr. Weasel sat on the chair in front of the piano, straightened his tie, took a deep breath, and began to play the "Dream Wedding" that he had practiced many times.

He invited all the fireflies in the fairy forest to dance for today's proposal.

For a moment, the fireflies with small lanterns hanging on their buttocks lit up the entire forest as if they had made an agreement.

Following the notes played by Mr. Weasel, the dots of fluorescent green light flickered and flickered. The little squirrel stared blankly, feeling that the scene in front of him was like a dream.

After the last syllable, Mr. Weasel picked up the roses that had been prepared and came to the little squirrel.

Kneeling down on one knee, he had recited many nasty words before, but now he was so excited that he couldn't utter a single word. He opened his mouth and could only clumsily spit out a sentence: "Little monster, marry...marry me."

At this time, the goblins who were ambushing around pushed aside the cover in front of them, and came forward with candles and fireworks.

There are Mr. Peacock, Mr. Big Goose, Tyrant Rabbit, Mengmeng Hu, Nine Eagles, Little Demon...

And Big Brother Vole, Big Sister Cobra, Mr. Lizard, Mr. Beetle...

All the goblins who lived in the Varta country accepted Mr. Weasel's invitation.

They looked at each other and shouted excitedly together: "Marry him, marry him."

The mob couldn't bear it any longer, and tears rolled down the mouse's face, wetting the fur on his face into pieces.

He didn't care, opened his arms, and flew into Mr. Weasel's arms.

Choking with sobs, she said, "I promise...you, marry...marry you!"

The hard work was not in vain, and finally got the most desired answer.

Mr. Weasel was ecstatic, hugged the little squirrel in his arms, and rubbed it hard.

For the rest of his life, he promises to eat like a mosquito, work like a donkey, and hold the little squirrel in his palm like a baby bump, so that the mobs will never regret today's decision.

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The author has something to say:

One more chapter should be over.

I was very reluctant, so I kept procrastinating and didn't want to change it.

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Poor poor child, QAQ～

This is an era where comprehension and technology go hand in hand.

Some people fight cannons with golden bodies, while others chase planes with swords.

Thousands of years ago, Sakyamuni forced the king of birds to give him two cubs.

Now retreating to the mountains and forests, his wife has become the chief executive, and the cub has also broken out of his shell.

He was wearing a red jacket with his chest open, a large gold chain hanging around his neck, and a pair of Hawaiian-style shorts on his lower body.

Sakyamuni works as a boxer coach during the day and sells pancakes at night.

Every morning, I would ride a small electric donkey, carrying two little bald heads, one in the front and one in the back, to the cultivation kindergarten.

As a result, on the first day, the two uneasy cubs got into a fight, and even molested Prince Tianhu, who was passed down from generation to generation in the Qingqiu clan.

Sakyamuni was kicked into the principal's office by his wife holding his ears.

"Look at the good deeds your son has done. It's true that the upper beam is not upright and the lower beam is crooked."

Minghuang's hands trembled, but Sakyamuni hugged her waist and kissed her.

"Honey, how can you say that? It's not natural for a son to follow me!"

So that night, Shakya, who pushed the small cart back to the villa, just took a shower, washed off the smell of fried eggs, and was kicked by his wife to sleep on the sofa before he climbed into the bed.

For thousands of years, the world has long forgotten the Buddha Lord Sakyamuni.

Until one day, Ming Huang told him with red eyes: Zai Zai was kidnapped.

Sakyamuni put on his cassock again, and summoned thousands of Buddhist disciples to enter the lair of kidnappers.

The villain had no way out, knelt down and shouted: "My Buddha is merciful."

"Be merciful to your mother, dare to hurt my wife and children, I will send you to bliss early."

On that day, the world remembered the fear that thousands of years ago, the entire cultivation world was dominated by a group of bald heads.

The big wife in the sky, the earth is the biggest, the sand sculpture of greasy Buddha is the main attack X is cold and dusty, and the peerless beauty is subject