was played by a fortune teller just now, and Xiong Meng was angry in his heart.

I knew that I wouldn't listen to my mother, how good it would be to play games at home, so he returned home as fast as he could.

The house is empty, and my mother must have gone to play mahjong again.

But he was used to it, and went straight into his room.

His room was large but looked very cramped.

Because the walls, the corners, were full of all kinds of things he had bought before.

In the past, when he saw these things, he would have a sense of satisfaction in his heart, and he felt that everything could be calm.

But today, I don't know why, when he sees these things again, he has an indescribable irritability.

He took out his phone and logged into the game, trying to distract him from it.

But before half the game, he threw his phone aside.

He couldn't calm himself down, and he kept thinking about what happened on Wangzi Mountain, and the more he thought about it, the more irritated he became.

That fortune teller is really abominable.

And that fruit, I don't know what it is, it's really too fragrant, it's so fragrant that it hooks people's souls.

I didn't want to be okay, but when I thought about it, he felt that he couldn't stop, and before he knew it, saliva came out.

No, you can't think about it.

He went to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water, trying to sober himself up, but it didn't work very well.

The scent was magical, haunting his mind, making him fidget around the house like an irritable brown bear.

This feeling made him want to hit the wall.

In the end, he couldn't take it anymore and decided to go shopping on the streets.

But no matter whether he went to the game or the game hall, he didn't have any thoughts, and his mind was full of the fruit with a strange fragrance.

Why don't you try it again and see if you can buy one for some money?

He was quick to dismiss the idea.

A big man who stands up to the sky, no matter how much he has a bit of backbone, he also needs some face.

Why don't you go to the fruit store and buy some other fruits, maybe when you're full, you won't even think about it?

But after a few rounds in the fruit shop, he didn't pick the fruit he wanted to eat.

Oranges are too sour, bananas are tasteless, durians are too smelly...... In the end, he left the fruit shop empty-handed.

Then go for your favorite hot pot.

So he walked to his favorite hot pot restaurant alone, but stopped at the door.

He suddenly felt that the hot pot that used to smell good seemed to be wrong today.

Instead of increasing his appetite, it made him feel faintly uncomfortable, just like he had just eaten three hot pots in a row and couldn't eat them anymore.

But he was obviously hungry again.

Did you make a mistake again?

It can't be, when he wanted something very much before, he really wanted it, and the feeling of impatience and imminent access to it would make him fall into a state of semi-irrationality.

But he is obviously very sober now, and subjectively, he really doesn't want to get that kind of fruit.

Maybe I still want to.

He walked down the street in a daze, feeling suddenly disoriented and not knowing where to go.

In the end, he didn't even know how to get back home.

"Coming back?" Mom had already prepared a table of meals, "How was it today?"

Xiong Meng saw the dishes on the table, and his stomach growled uncontrollably, but he didn't feel any appetite.

"Not very good. He bowed his head and walked towards his room.

"Dinner, where are you going?"

"Eat, I'm not hungry. ”

Li Xiaofen and Xiong Gang glanced at each other, and had a bad premonition in their hearts.

This kid's appearance seems to be wrong again!

It's like this every time, when I get sick, I don't want to eat, I can't sleep, I feel like I've lost my soul.

I don't know what he wants to buy this time.

The two sighed and were worried, but there was no good way.

Xiong Meng lay on the bed, so hungry that he put his heart on his back, but he could open several packs of snacks he usually liked, but he couldn't eat a bite.

The strange smell of the fruit was driving him crazy.

He tossed and turned all night, and the next day he got up just after dawn.

He decided to try again, maybe if he gave him a little more, the fortune teller would sell him a little?

Anyway, he bought it with money, and it's not a shame.

When he walked into the spacious courtyard, he saw yesterday's fortune teller sitting in the grass hut and smiling at him, as if he had known he was coming.

And on the table in front of him, there were two fruits with dew.

This made his two feet seem to have a sense of autonomy, and he couldn't help but walk towards the grass house.

"Coming?"

"I ......"

"Sit down. Wu Jun smiled and said, "What's the matter?"

Xiong Meng pointed to the two Qi Xiang Fruits and whispered, "I want to buy some with money, is that okay?"

"Do you want to buy this?" Wu Jun picked up two strange fragrant fruits.

"Yes. ”

Wu Jun smiled and replied, "Not for sale." ”

Xiong Meng asked a little annoyed: "Why don't you sell it?" Didn't you say that you have a lot of them, and it's okay to sell me two, right?"

Wu Jun shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Not happy." ”

Xiong Meng: ......

Okay, forget it if you don't sell it!

Isn't it just two fruits, what's the big deal?

He was about to turn around and leave, but he saw Wu Jun snap open a fruit shell, and the demonic fragrance instantly penetrated into his nostrils, making him feel like he had been spelled.

No, the smell is irresistible.

I haven't eaten anything since noon yesterday, and now I only feel empty in my stomach, and my internal organs seem to have been dug up.

So he tried to ask, "How are you going to sell it to me?"

"It depends on the mood. Wu Jun said, "If you're in a good mood, maybe I'll give it to you if you don't want money, and if you're in a bad mood, I won't give you all the property." ”

"And how do you feel good?"

Wu Jun thought for a while and said, "I have a piece of land in my backyard, and the grass is overgrown with ......."

"Okay, I'll help you pull the weeds!"

Xiong Meng said and walked towards the backyard.

Isn't it just pulling weeds, I've done it twice in school before, it's not a big deal.

As soon as he got to the backyard, he saw three trellises, covered with that kind of fruit.

This made his heart move slightly, the fortune teller didn't talk nonsense, there were really so many.

He kind of understood.

This fortune teller looks quite rich, and rich people just like to watch others do things for him and enjoy that feeling of being on top.

But he felt that it was nothing, and there was nothing to be ashamed of in exchange for labor for payment.

Pluck a piece of grass for him, and maybe he can change two bunches.

So he went to the field overgrown with weeds and began to pull weeds without stopping.

It's just that pulling the weeds is much harder than he thought, and these hateful weeds grow too strong, and soon he feels a sore back.

But just by looking at the fruit from afar, he felt motivated again.

Half an hour later, Xiong Meng sat on the damp ground, looking at both palms swollen and his wrists covered with red marks cut from grass leaves.

He felt like he was in a trance.

Since he was a child, where has he ever suffered this kind of crime, except for the QR code, he has not scanned anything at home, and he has not even gone to the kitchen.

Now for a few fruits, he pulls weeds for others so lowly, and people don't seem to be very welcome.

If his friends or colleagues knew about it, where would he still have the face to see people?

But the fruit hung there, and when he thought of the strange fragrance, he couldn't control it, and really wanted to taste it.

This contradiction made his mood extremely complicated.

Why don't you take advantage of no one else and quietly pick two?

No, that's stealing.

A gentleman loves money and takes it in a good way, he can put down his son and ask for alms, but he must not steal it.

There is still a bottom line to be a man.

But if you can't get it, if you want it, you can only continue to pull weeds.

Seeing that it took a long time to pull out a large slapp, and the hot pain coming from the palm of his hand, he wanted to give up a little again.

Otherwise, forget it, it's just a fruit, and if you don't eat it, you won't die, and it's not worth suffering such a great sin for it.

said to go, but just after walking a few steps, he saw Wu Jun coming over with two dogs.