There’s a Dragon Girl in the Desolate Sea

Thirty-second piece Chapter 1: (2)

Duan Jin couldn't remember the last time she had a meal with his wife, whether she was like this...you could eat it. In his impression, she was an almost perfect lady with a small appetite, so she maintained a weak Liu Fufeng figure and looked very delicate. But today... Duan Jin originally thought that this breakfast might not be finished for two people, but in the end it was not wasted at all.

——All entered Linglong's stomach.

The chubby dumpling was tumbling on the carpet next to him, now smelling, and looking eagerly towards the source of the fragrance, but with an exquisite iron-hearted heart, Quan thought he hadn't seen it.

Linglong finished her breakfast and asked Duan Jin, "Are you okay?"

Duan Jian looked over in confusion.

"If it's okay, do me a favor, don't you embarrass you?"

She didn't talk to him very politely, nor was she very polite, anyway, it was the kind of indifferent, casual tone of whether you would help or not. Duan Jin really has nothing else to do today. Would he refuse if his wife asked him to do something? He nodded his head and said: "Let's talk and listen to me."

Linglong said, "It's not enough to just use it. Axin, bring the blueprints I drew last night, so are you ready for everything you prepared?"

A Xin ran over with a piece of paper in her hand. On it was a small picture of Linglong's baby carriage drawn with charcoal. What materials are needed, how much each material needs, and how to install and make — all are written on it.

Duan Jian had seen such a thing the first time, but he had seen the carriage used by the army and the peasants to pull goods, but it was the first time that he had seen it for a baby. Although he is a civil servant, he has very strong hands-on ability. Linglong has found his sculptural expertise in memory. It is said that he once carved a fragrant wood figure for his sweetheart. However, Linglong hadn't seen it with her own eyes, and she didn't know if it was really carved.

So Duan Jin didn’t do anything for the whole morning, so he made a stroller under Linglong’s command. Fortunately, Linglong was very satisfied with the final result. After the paint dries and the smell is gone, she can take it. The little fat man who always wanted people to hold was stuffed in.

I can't hold it, I can't hold it.

The little fat man himself is also very curious about baby strollers. He stretches out his hand from time to time to catch it. Linglong puts him on his lap and feeds him a simmered custard. He grew up eating the milk of a nursing mother and has not eaten it so delicious. The food, little mouth, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. I don’t know why, he especially likes to pester Linglong. He used to be able to lie down and play for a long time as long as he eats, drinks and is refreshed. Now he has to accompany Linglong. If he doesn’t accompany him, he will be depressed and unhappy, and cry when he is serious. nose.

Linglong felt that they were all used to it. Before, his mother ignored him and treated him as nothing, so he was very well-behaved. Now that her fake mother is a little better to him, he starts to slap her nose. Sure enough, no matter what kind of cub, he can't be too indulgent. Give him a little sunshine and want to make it to the sky in one step.

But she is really boring at Duan's house, and it is not impossible to play with the little fat man. Mrs. Duan keeps the family in charge in order, and most of the people are honest. Except for the temperament of the original owner in Linglong's own yard, he doesn't care about anyone except Duan Jin, and the people in his yard don't know if they are ambitious. Many of them were bought by the old lady when they got married, and they were no better than the old man in the house.

The little fat man is ten months old, and he is very skilled in turning over. But she just watched him turn over easily and it was very unpleasant. She had to poke other people's little flesh and let the little fat man try his best to turn it over before she would give up. The little fat man has a good temper, and he never gets angry with Linglong. As long as she is with him, he will be happy, and he won't be annoyed by being turned into a turtle.

Duan Jian came over at noon and saw his wife sitting on the ground cross-legged, supporting her cheek with one hand, and poking the other hand on their son's back, while his fat son stroked his limbs and giggled like a little tortoise. , I want to turn over but can't turn it over.

This scene is really funny. Duan Jin hasn't seen how other people are mothers, but he thinks he would not use his son as a toy like Linglong.

Linglong felt that someone was looking at herself, and when she looked up, she saw that it was Duan Jin, ignored him, and continued to poke her son to play. The little fat man seemed to feel an enemy invaded, so he stopped drawing, and tried to raise his head towards the door to see who the man was.

In fact, it is not only the little fat man's mother who ignores him, but also his father is better off. Master Yushi is busy working for the country with his official duties, where can he have time to spend time with his children at home? I'm afraid it's not the little fat man who doesn't even know who he is.

Speaking of what she owes to the little fat man, Linglong feels that both of them have a share. Don't blame anyone.

Seeing that she had come in, she was still poking her son there, Duan Jin couldn't hold back, and said: "What are you...... poking him for?"

"Train his mind, hone his will, let him know that life is not easy, do it and cherish it."

Duan Jian:...

The little fat man let out a cry, as if echoing his mother's words, Linglong reached out to his armpit and picked him up, and asked Duan Jin: "What's the matter with you?"

"Mother let us go over lunch together at noon."

"knew."

She just knows that there is nothing else, she really has nothing to say with Duan Jin, this life is good-looking, but it is more important than a sleeping man, or a cub.

Duan Jian sat down at the table, Linglong played with the little fat man for a while before realizing that he hadn't left, and then said strangely: "Why are you still here? Didn't you want to come in before?"

She was really curious to ask, because all her knowledge of Duan Jin came from the body's original memory. Although it cannot be guaranteed to be 100% true and correct, it is basically no problem. "Oh, I see, you are waiting for us to go together, so that my mother thinks that we are in a broken relationship?"

Then he said to himself: "Then you worry too much, we have no feelings between us, how can we break up? You can go there first, and I will take the fat man with him later."

What can Duan Jian say? She rushed to say everything, and he didn't deny it. He just stared at Linglong suspiciously for a few seconds, and said thoughtfully: "You are very different from before."

As everyone knows, this dragon is never unreasonable and never guilty. She has always been interested in people designing things like this, so she will keep acting and acting. When she is not in the mood or not interested, she will be happy and comfortable. I don't even think about what collapses, scary, or make the original owner angry, and so on-they are all swallowed by her to become her energy, even if she is angry, what if she is blamed? Is it useful?

So she squirted back righteously: "What's wrong with the difference, I'll have to stay at the door all the time twelve hours a day like before, waiting for you to go home and put my hot face on your cold ass, right? Why am I? Want to post it upside down? Do I look ugly or look old and I want to wrong myself so? Who do you like and who you like? What does it have to do with me. It feels uncomfortable to see me ignore you? Why are you like this? I have suffered a severe change in my temperament, and I feel that all the men under the world are big pig's hoofs and have no desire for love, can’t it? "

Faced with outsiders, Duan Jin has always been dignified and rigid, but he couldn't refute a single sentence to his wife's string of pearls. He really just felt strange, so he asked, and was dizzy.

Linglong gave him a white look, picked up the little fat man and put on his shoes and walked straight away, leaving Duan Jin to sit on the spot for a while before remembering to catch up.

He said: "Son, give me a hug."

Linglong unceremoniously stuffed Little Fatty to him, because her arms felt sore.

But the little fat man is not happy, he doesn't even know who the stranger holding him is! Seeing that his mother didn't care about him, she sniffed and wailed, struggling to stretch out her hands towards Linglong, but she didn't give Duan Jin a hug anyway.

Dignified lord, finally knows what it means to be caught off guard. Obviously only a ten-month-old child, why is it so difficult to serve? Can you flop so much?

Linglong laughed at him: "Your son doesn't even know that you are his father."

Duan Jian is a little bit guilty: "Surili is busy with official duties, and I am exhausting you."

Linglong hugged the little fat man back again. He obediently hugged her neck, and his small fleshy cheek was docilely pressed against Linglong's cheek, perhaps because she was afraid that she would hug herself again, her little hands were tightly clasped. So Linglong patted his tender ass: "If you don't take it lightly, you will have no mother. Let's spend time with your heartless dad."

He seemed to understand, and as if he didn't understand, his little hand let go, and then he hugged tightly again. Duan Jin watched her walking a little hard, she was slender, but her son was really fat, and he felt that he was about to fall in the next second, so he gently stretched out his hand to put his hand on the exquisite arm, lest she could not hold it.

It was a good intention, but Linglong stepped on her foot unceremoniously. Duan Jin was in pain. She hummed, "Don't take the opportunity to eat my tofu. Don't think I will pretend to be a loving couple in front of your mother."

Hearing this, Duan Jian was taken aback.

He is a person who does not value desires. After getting married, he is busy with official duties. Sometimes he can't go home for several days. It is rare that he will accept his wife's crying and accusations after returning home. It is really a headache, and he can't explain it to her. Listen, slowly the relationship between the two has dropped to a freezing point. He has been married for more than a year, and he can count the number of times he touched her with ten fingers. But the wife also loves face, and she will take the initiative to make a look of affection in front of outsiders.

Now it came to her mouth, but he took the initiative to pretend to be an affectionate couple.

For some reason, Duan Jin, who never knew how to get along between husband and wife, felt that he could not refute or question, otherwise he would definitely have a more terrifying end.

Although he himself didn't know what the more terrible end would be like.

This is the legendary, the desire to survive bursting out of the soul, especially when facing the dragon girl.