There was a conversation between Daniel and my dad, and I listened to a few words in passing. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Uncle, don't be so polite, just cook a few dishes."

"It's okay, the Yiren are back, I'll do more."

The implication is that he didn't do it for you Daniel, don't be sentimental!

Well, Dad said it well, relieve your anger!

"Uncle, I know the tastes of the Yiren, so I'll help too."

"You've been in contact before?"

"Haha, uncle, we're good friends who talk about everything."

"Well, you can take care of her more in the future, she is slow and doesn't like to talk......"

Then I heard Daniel's footsteps getting farther and farther away, and I must have gone into the kitchen to annoy my dad.

Hey, Daniel's ability to open his eyes and tell nonsense has to fight with a skull.

When did I stop talking to him?

My dad too, was fooled with just a few words. In the future, if someone says that it is my boyfriend and my husband, will my father believe it so easily?

I thought about it in a mess, habitually touching my wrist, it was empty, there was nothing.

By the way, sir, I haven't seen it since I entered the door?

Where did Mr. go?

Surely you felt guilty and found a place to hide? Will it curl up in a ball and shiver in the grass? It seems a little pitiful.

I was amused by my own thoughts. How could the gentleman have such a cowardly emotion of guilt.

Sir, you should be high up and look down on the world with your head held high.

Although I was angry with Mr. just now, but I haven't seen him for a while, I always feel a little empty in my heart, and I don't have a sense of security.

It turns out that I have relied on Mr. to this point? That's not a good sign.

I sank my body a little more, and under the soak of the hot water, the exhaustion of my body was revealed, and I gradually felt a little sleepy.

......

......

"Yiren, Yiren--"

Well, who's calling me?

"The leaves are pale, the white dew is frost, the so-called Yi people, on the water side. When your father chased me, he liked to read this poem the most, little baby, will you call Yiren? You blink, you just agreed, Iren, my little darling, you have to grow up quickly......"

Ah, this voice is so familiar, it is so gentle.

I struggled to open my eyes, and met them with a look that was as gentle as water.

It was a young face, beautiful, dignified, exactly like in memory.

It's my mother, only my mother has such a good-looking face.

I tried to reach out and touch her, but I found that the hand raised was that of a small baby. I tried to speak, but all I could do was babble.

It seems that I have become a baby, and it is a wonderful feeling.

The woman grabbed my little hand, put it to her lips and kissed it: "What are you talking about, are you calling Mom?" Call Mommy, Mom--Mom--"

It turned out that she also liked me so much, and also looked forward to me calling her "Mom" so much.

What a beautiful dream, and I suddenly didn't want to wake up.

Something slipped through my body, and I felt a chill, and I was a little more sober.

I grabbed it with my hands, but it wasn't slippery, I couldn't catch it at all. I opened my eyes and saw a snake head standing there, spitting snake hyacinth at me.

What, it's a gentleman?

"Sir, you're back."

"Hmm."

"It's good to come back, I'm a little tired and want to get some sleep."

When you fall asleep, you may be able to continue to see that gentle, good-looking face.

"Don't sleep."

The gentleman splashed the water on my face, and I woke up a little more, and the feeling I had in the dream was gone.

"Sir, you are really good at disturbing dreams."

"Do you want to stay awake?"

"Ah, what?"

"I've only been away for less than an hour, and you've gotten into trouble with some little monster."

The gentleman slid from the end of the tub to my eyes, spitting snake hyacinth and a somewhat cold tone.

Well, it's still the gentleman who is worried about me to look the best.

I tried to tap its head, but it was nimble and dodged.

Sir is so stingy and uninteresting.

"What a monster, I didn't see it."

"When you see it, the daylilies are cold."

"Sir, you're really talking more and more like a human."

"Hmph, don't compare me to a lowly creature like you."

"If Mr. can always care so much about me, even if it's a low-class creature, it's not bad."

"Hmph."

Seeing that the gentleman turned his head and was reluctant to say more, I laughed to myself. Mr. loves food the most, and is most afraid of sweet words.

"Sir, have you chased away the youkai you mentioned?"

"Nope."

"And where is it?"

"Right here."

"I didn't see it."

"When you see it, the daylilies are cold."

"So what should I do?"

"Cold salad."

Uh, sir, this is obsessed with cold daylily?

I shouted out the door, "Dad, do you have daylily at home?" Let's make a cold daylily! ”

Daniel replied loudly from the kitchen, "Okay." ”

I rolled my eyes and lay back, almost sinking into the water.

When I talked to Mr., I forgot that I was still taking a bath!

The water is getting cold, and it's time for me to get up.

It was a wonderful thing to have a big bathtub to soak in. Next semester, let's put a bathtub in the bathroom of my little apartment.

While thinking about what style of bathtub to buy, I dried my body with a bath towel and put on my loungewear.

Halfway through the dress, my eyes inadvertently skimmed to Mr. Swimming in the bathtub, floating in the water, having a lot of fun.

The gentleman seemed to be in the bathtub just now. I seem to be in the bathtub too. My husband and I came naked in the bathtub.

"Ahh

I grabbed the snake and threw it out the window, but it suddenly grew bigger in the air and reached the ceiling.

"Human, are you looking for death?"

I could clearly see that its eyes had turned into vertical pupils, and its magnetic voice was bone-chilling.

I shivered, my hands in the air, and I was in a dilemma.

"That, sir, by mistake, by mistake."

Sir is just a snake, the same as pet cats and dogs, why am I making such a fuss.

I'm a little embarrassed, I do seem to react a little bigger, and it's no wonder that the gentleman is so angry.

But what exactly did I do for my husband?

Pet? Friend? Family?

Before he could figure it out, Daniel knocked on the door.

"Miss Yiren, it's time to eat, and my uncle and I have prepared a sumptuous lunch for you."

"Here we are."

I answered, hurriedly dressed and prepared for dinner. Before opening the door, I glanced at the gentleman, who had become smaller and was coiled in a circle on my bed.

"Sir--" I shouted in a low voice.

The gentleman did not react and seemed to be still angry.

Forget it, let's eat first, lest my dad will wait, and then come to coax Mr. later.

Well, Qi is healthier!