Those who can read are writers [Interstellar]

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Tu Baba has liked fluffy things since he was a child, and he is a typical fluffy fan.

If that little fluffy has a better temper and is a little more clingy, he will really be his treasure. No matter how you pet him, he will be happy and happy.

So recently, when things are not busy at hand, while watching a TV series, he casually said to Mao Bula who was working beside him: "Let's raise a cat. A friend of mine picked up a small tabby cat. It's so cute. There is a black circle on the nose, and the mouth is a yellowish yellow, as if the food has not been wiped clean."

"It's so cute, we brought it back and gave it a home. Let me think about it, what's its name, my surname or yours?"

Mao Bura paused while looking at the file.

Over there, Tu Baba was still talking about it.

"Or give it two names! If the surname is Tu, we will call him Tu... Tu..." He held back for a while, and came up with a name, "It's called Tu Maomao! If the surname is Mao, it's called Mao Tu picture!"

"How?!" He said excitedly, turned to look at Maobula, but what he saw was not as happy as he thought Maobula was.

Mao Bula showed no expression, and didn't even look up at him, looking at the document in front of him, as if what Tu Baba said had nothing to do with him.

Tu Baba couldn't figure out what was going on: "Hey, Maobula, I'm talking to you! Are you a log?"

"..." Maobula hesitated for a while, then raised his head: "Don't want it."

Um? ?

He looked back: "Don't want it?"

Mao Bu Lai nodded heavily.After a moment of silence, a pair of peach blossom eyes looked at Tu Baba, and blinked ambiguously: "Aren't I also fluffy?"

"How can you be the same as the kitten?" Tu Baba replied without thinking.

It's okay if you don't say this, but it really hurts Maobula's heart.He just felt that a small knife had been stabbed in his heart, and it hurt so badly.

But now Mao Bula is a mature speaker, and he is no longer the one who has been wronged and bitten by Tao Tie, who will groan and pounce on Tu Baba with all his strength, insisting on jumping into his arms Here, it's not hot to let others decide for him.

So he lowered his head, and the bitterness of the adult world made him pick at the corners of the document.

"Then take it back." He didn't want Tu Baba to be unhappy, so he agreed.

Tu Baba didn't think too much about it, he agreed, and happily went to pick up the cat.

The cat came very quickly, it was really a cute little tabby cat.Just like what Tu Baba said, the small body is covered with yellow and black hairs, the hair near the small nose is a large piece of black, the mouth is mottled, and it sounds like a baby.

Tu Baba likes it very much, so he gave it a nickname, calling it "milk paste" for a while, and "Mao Huahua" for a while, and hugged it to Maobula.

"It's so cute!" He rubbed his chin against its head.

It's not cute.Mao Bura folded her arms, watching Tu Baba lying on the ground teasing the cat.

I said in my heart: It's so ugly, it's so ugly.Its nose is like a big blackhead, and the mouth is not clean, nauseating, vomit.

And it has many names.

Maobula thinks that it was named by Tu Baba with seriousness and love.Unlike himself, the reason why he is called Maobula is because Sang Wen casually glanced at the spicy nutritional supplement back then, so he was called Maobula.

If Sangwen's thinking was wrong at that time, he would call Mao very spicy, Mao extra spicy, and Mao nutrition, all of which are possible.

I don't even have any carefully chosen names, but you have two names, a bunch of nicknames, and Tubaba.

Maobula stared at the cat.

What a little bastard you are, little rascal.

Pooh!

He didn't like cats, but he never beat or scolded them.

When Taotie learned of his experience, he kindly suggested that he could help eat the cat to avoid future troubles, but he not only refused, but also kicked Taotie out.

But Tu Baba was not there, and when Mao Mao came over to play with him, no matter how Mao Mao rubbed against his trouser legs or pawed at him, he turned a blind eye.

I am a bad dad.he thought so.

While thinking this way, he avoided the cat.The cat lay on the spot, looking aggrieved, meowing.

This cat is really skinny.

Maobula didn't like it all the time, but it kept clinging to him. Even when Maobula was working, he would jump on the table and lie on the documents.Once, a whole wool was trampled from a bowl of goat's milk, then jumped onto the table and stepped on the documents.

There were several paw prints on the paper document.

Mao Bura took a deep breath, picked up the document, looked at the paw prints, and then at the cat.

"This is a document that will be released to citizens after review and approval."

"Meow!~" The cat looked at him, licking its paws, which smelled like goat milk, and licked them back and forth.

He looked at it, smiled angrily, and nodded: "Very good, you bad cat."

Then with a flash of white light, Maobula turned back into a furball cub.He grabbed the back of the cat's neck in one bite.

The back of the cat's neck is dead meat, and the cat does not feel pain when it is carried or held in its mouth.When breastfeeding cats, mother cats just hold the cats by the back of their necks and carry them around.

Maobula caught it, and it became honest all of a sudden, with its limbs stretched out, like a little toy cat.

He walked around the ground with it in his mouth a few times, and decided to take it into the utility room and close it tightly for a while as a punishment.

This idea has just come out and has not been implemented yet. Tu Baba opened the door to go home, and saw the scene of the big fur ball on the ground holding the little cat in its mouth.

"Oh my god." He covered his heart, looking a little obsessed.What a big killer this is for a plush control.

The big fur ball is holding the little cat in its mouth, and the fur ball is fluffy, and the little cat is still meowing.

Tu Baba looked at the big fur ball solemnly, showing an expression that I understood.

Maobula: "...?" What do you know?

"I always thought you didn't like it as much as I did. Now it seems that you are also a tsundere! In order to coax it, you can turn into a fur ball to play with it. My God, it turns out that you are the one who likes it the most!"

I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense.

Mao Bura stayed with a silly face.With a conscience in heaven and earth, he has nothing but jealousy towards Mao Mao.

Taotie doesn't want to listen to those nonsense things that are not hot.

"If you let me eat it, there won't be so much trouble!" Taotie yelled.

Mao Bura broke his pretentiousness with a single blow: "You go and say this in front of Dad. You say to Dad, wow Dad, I want to eat cats raw! See how Dad reacts."

"Who said it was eaten raw..." Taotie scratched his head, his mouth was stiff, "I will ask my brother to cook it."

Mao Bura had no expression on his face: "You go, you go. You show the courage to gnaw my scalp. You go now!"

Taotie didn't say anything, and said fiercely: "Why are you looking for me again?! Get out!"

"……I am not happy."

Mao Bura sighed, holding his knees, looking a little fragile and puzzled: "Why can't it be just the two of us? No one is allowed to come in, no one is allowed to come in, just me, me and Tu Baba, the two of us .”

"For so many years, it was just the two of us, and we were always very good. He likes fluffy, but I'm not fluffy enough? Why can't it be just the two of us?"

Tao Tie couldn't bear him being hypocritical here: "Then you go and make it clear to him that you don't like that cat and you want to give it to Tao Tie to eat. If he forgets who Tao Tie is, you explain to him, Tao Tie It is the most domineering..."

"..." Maobula stood up, "I should make it clear to him, I want to ask, he said, how can I be the same as the kitten? Why are we different?"

Hastily disappeared in front of Taotie.

Taotie frowned, the unhappiness that the person he spoke to had left before he finished speaking rose from his heart.

He sneered: "Why are there still people rushing to compare with cats??"

Sure enough, Mao Bura went to find Tu Baba very quickly.

"Let's talk about it alone." He looked at Tu Baba seriously.

Tu Baba looked a little skeptical about life. He looked at the bedroom and made sure that only himself and Maobula were the only ones in the room.

What kind of "talk alone" does Mao Bura talk about?

He was a little uncertain, and his voice trembled: "Yes, there are Chinese characters that I can't see??"

"I said it." Mao Bura pointed to the cat in Tu Baba's arms.

After Tu Baba let the cat play in the living room with a questioning face, Mao Bura finally spoke.

"I... I'm not a good furball."

"I mean, it doesn't matter how many cubs Dad has around, I can take care of them well. I can do my best to help them no matter who comes to me. I see them As my younger brother and sister, I accept all the pups around Dad."

"But you can't."

There was a certain depth in his eyes, which made Tu Baba startled.

"You can't. You have an extra cat by your side. I feel that I will be replaced. I think you don't like me anymore. Why don't you like me? I work hard now and earn a lot of star coins, and I haven't lost them." Hair, even if it is bald by Taotie, it can grow out quickly. My hair ball is still very fat and fluffy, don’t you like this kind of hair ball the most?”

"...Why can't it be just the two of us? Nothing else... nothing else." His voice was low.

Tu Baba felt sour in his heart, but smiled, with sweetness on his lips.

"You are different from Milky Goo."

"What's the difference?" Mao Bula disagreed, "Because I'm older? Do you like younger ones? You like ugly... imperfect ones?"

Curly Tubaba with golden eyes sighed.

Stepping forward, looking into Mao Bulai's eyes: "No. You are no longer a fluffy in my heart who needs my protection. You are a man who gives me a sense of security. How many fluffy will you sleep with me? It doesn't matter if you are together. But there can only be one man who can sleep with you. Do you think you are a man or fluffy?"

three hours later.

Maobula came out of the bedroom to feed the cat.

He looked at the cat rubbing against his trouser leg, struggled for a while, and called out, "Son."

He said awkwardly: "I will try my best to be a good father. I won't feed you to gluttony, father swears."

The author has something to say: Mo Da Cao Mu is China's cute little mine chirping me!Thank you little angel Dongxue Shenghe for the 5 bottles of nutrient solution~