Xiaodoushabao and Mr. Sweet get along very friendly, and the first time they met, one person and one demon had lunch together and teased the cat together, and the atmosphere was slightly wonderful. Like a friend who has known each other for a long time, like a pair of little lovers who have just fallen in love, a little brother who doesn't understand anything about the little bean paste bag, and Mr. Sweet is a warm male brother who wants to take care of his younger brother. Mr. Tian was stirring flour and dough with a white apron, and Xiao Doushabao stood aside and looked at it curiously, wanting to open his mouth but not opening his mouth, and his little hands tugging at the corners of his clothes I don't know how tangled. Mr. Tian seemed to notice that something was wrong with the little guy next to him and peeked at him a few times, and sure enough, he saw the little bean paste bag staring at the dough. "Do you want to help with the noodles and bean paste buns?" Mr. Tian stopped the movement in his hand and leaned against the table and looked at the little bean paste bag with a smile, Mr. Tian, who wanted to pretend to be cool and handsome, didn't know that flour had been glued to his face.

Xiao Doushabao felt very funny, and laughed out loud, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, he walked to Mr. Sweet's side, stood on tiptoe and wiped the flour off his face with his little hands, he only cared about wiping Mr. Sweet's face without speaking, and Mr. Sweet didn't dare to take a breath in the atmosphere, close to the close burning breath, the naughty enemy with bad intentions, but the unintentional flirtatation, uninformed people may think it doesn't matter, but the other party who is in a beautiful mood is the heart ape. Sure enough, it's really a baby, Mr. Sweet can't resist it.

"Husband, I'll help you wipe your face clean!" Little Bean Paste Bag stood back in the position just now and looked at Mr. Tian obediently, Mr. Tian almost didn't stand firm, Mr. Tian seemed to have a cartoon villain in his heart, who was happy just now, and now he fell to the ground with a plop and couldn't get a nosebleed. "Husband, can I tell you something!" The little bean paste bag is soft and coquettish, and the word at the end is sweet and refreshing, and the little bean paste bag who is not in the state doesn't know that he has inadvertently launched a wave of love aperture to Mr. Sweet. Mr. Sweet nodded and motioned for him, leaning against the table for fear that the little bean paste bag would say something terrible next. "The dough is fun, can you give me a little?" Little Bean Shabao winked at Mr. Sweet, and launched another wave of cute big aperture.

"Give it, give it!" Normally, we are impatient to even say three words, and Mr. Sweet said these three words as if he wanted to give everything he had to the little bean paste bag. "Do you want me to teach you how to knead the dough or do you play with the little bean paste bun yourself?" Mr. Tian put a piece of small dough in the palm of Xiao Dou Paste Bun, Mr. Tian's big hand couldn't help but pinch his soft palm, and Xiao Dou Dou Bao happily sat down at a table with the small dough he indulged in.

Mr. Sweet looked at the little bean paste bun that was completely kneading clay to make toys in the children, and showed a bright smile, Mr. Sweet likes to make cakes, but there is someone by his side who seems to like it more! The little bean paste bag pinched the dough, thought about it, and finally rolled it into a small round ball and then stretched it into a long strip, and finally gradually the painting style was strange and strange. Mr. Sweet involuntarily followed the action of the little bean paste bag, the smooth oval dough in his hand was cruelly kneaded into a strange shape, and Mr. Sweet, who realized what he had done, shook his head and kneaded the dough and then walked over like a small bean paste bag.

"Mr. Sweet!" Mr. Magician opened the door of the dessert shop, and Mr. Sweet stopped in place, feeling that he was inexplicably disturbed! Mr. Sweet shook his head, smiled at Mr. Magician, and asked him what was the matter with him. "There's a lucky gathering in Shihua Town at half past six tonight!" The quick-tempered Mr. Magician looked at Mr. Tian with a foolish look, and Mr. Tian scratched his hair embarrassedly, and sure enough, a certain little guy made his heart mess! The annual poetry and flower town rally has been forgotten!

"I'll be on time, or will I help you sell masks and deliver candy, right?" As he spoke, Mr. Sweet was attracted by Mr. Magician's gaze, and Mr. Magician looked curiously at the small bean paste bun that was concentrating on kneading the dough. "He's .......," Mr. Sweet could say before he could finish his sentence when he was interrupted by the impatient Mr. Magician.

"Where did you find such a serious clerk? Needless to say, I'm going to inform people, this year's rally is huge, and I'm going to ask others for help! Mr. Magician looked at his watch, and trotted away after speaking impatiently, and Mr. Sweet smiled habitually, and then went to look for the little bean paste bag.

The little guy at the table is kneading the dough seriously and seriously, the dough seems to have been pinched into a cartoon character by the little bean paste bun, and Mr. Sweet, who wants to praise but can't see what it is, sits next to the little bean paste bun and opens his eyes wide to tell what it is! Xiao Doushabao raised his head and showed a super big smile to Mr. Tian, and called sweetly to her husband, and then lowered her head and kneaded the dough again. Mr. Tian reached out and turned on the electric fan above Xiao Doushabao's head, and then touched his head and pinched his ears with a lot of small movements.

"Isn't that lovely! Husband husband! "Little bean paste bun raised the pinched little noodle man to Mr. Tian like a treasure, and Mr. Tian nodded vigorously, indicating that the little bean paste bun is not only cute, but also cute!" You look very similar to your husband, aren't you, super handsome! Xiao Doushabao put his own pinched Mr. Sweet's little noodle man next to Mr. Sweet's face and compared it with him, Mr. Sweet looked at the unrecognizable little noodle man and almost said that it was not good-looking, but he swallowed the words alive.

"The small bean paste bun is awesome!" Mr. Tian touched his head to express affirmation and reward, and the praised little bean paste bag was like a child who got the little red flower and cheered proudly and happily, and the too happy little bean paste bag kissed Mr. Sweet's face, and a strawberry in Mr. Tian's hand fell to the ground with a click. "How can strawberries be wasted." The little bean paste bun who wanted to eat strawberries changed his words and went to the small kitchen to steal strawberries and eat them without knowing it!

Mr. Tian came back to his senses and looked at the bouncing figure of the little bean paste bag crying and laughing, he couldn't stop being molested and crazy, but the person concerned ate strawberries without heart and lungs. This, this is really, forget it, Xiaodousha Bao is so cute, forget it, let him go. Mr. Sweet thought about it, and remembered the kiss just now, his eyes were full of smiles, and the roots of his ears were red, and at this moment, the little bean paste bag was eating strawberries in a daze, and Mr. Tian didn't care about it. "What a sour strawberry!" Little Bean Paste Bag pouted and ran out of the small kitchen, his face full of displeasure.

"I'll take you to the rally at half-past six to eat something delicious! It's very interesting, and you can watch the fireworks display a lot of fun. "Mr. Sweet helps Xiao Doushabao wipe his mouth." Do you want to go with me? Mr. Tian didn't know why he was a little worried that Xiao Dou Sha Bao would refuse, Xiao Dou Sha Bao nodded expectantly and grabbed Mr. Tian's arm and asked.

A group of kittens at the door of the dessert house feel that their status has declined, and there is a feeling of being forgotten and abandoned, and there is also a little orange that is forgotten, but the little orange has a little black cat with it, so Mr. Sweet or something has long been forgotten by the little orange! "Won't you get tired of sticking?" Dizzy and dizzy, Mr. Heal, who didn't get up until five o'clock, rubbed the two kittens who were still a little sour and poked the two kittens, Mr. Heal went to the bathroom to wash his face, and when he washed his face, he felt uncomfortable with his eyes, so he rubbed it again, and his hand fainted before he touched his eyes. The stinging of the eyes and the weaker and weaker consciousness of the brain, Mr. Heal fell to the ground motionless. I haven't seen my owner's little black cat and little orange meowing for a long time, and then I remembered the lucky gathering and didn't look for Mr. Cure anymore.

"La-la-la!" The little bean paste bag in the dessert house hummed an out-of-tune song and shouted in his throat, Mr. Sweet took the little bean paste bag out with his backpack on his back, sent the kittens home, and then closed the dream dessert house and the little bean paste bag and went to the lucky gathering in Shihua Town. Because of the reason for the rally, there were many people, and Mr. Tian was afraid that he would be squeezed away by the flow of people holding the small bean paste bag, so the warm big hand held the soft little hand, and the small hand was tightly clenched. Peace of mind, dependence and warmth surround a person and a demon, and there is an unknown atmosphere.

After walking for a while, I came to the huge assembly, the sky was dark, the starry sky was replaced, and the moonlight shone gently on every townsman in Shihua Town. The original street lamps were not lit, and the lanterns wrapped around the wooden poles had a unique style, and the wishing lamps and fireflies floating in the sky made the lights at the rally bright and stunning. Children eating candy and dancing adults wearing masks, and little bean paste buns looked at them curiously. His eyes were about to be too busy, and Mr. Tian couldn't be more cute, and he completely forgot to help Mr. Magician.

"Ah, open your mouth!" Mr. Sweet handed a large skewer of grilled squid to the mouth of the small bean paste bun, and the small bean paste bun obediently took a big bite. "Is it delicious?" Mr. Sweet bent down and wiped the corners of his mouth with the little bean paste bag, and the little bean paste bag nodded vigorously and took another big bite. "Take it yourself, do you want this?" Mr. Sweet was very busy putting the grilled squid into the little bean paste bun and began to buy toys for him, and the monster masks of a couple attracted two people to point at him very tacitly, one person and one demon looked at each other and smiled.

The tall monster with a bunch of food and toys in his hand led a bouncing little monster in the assembly, and the tired one person and one demon sat on a small dirt slope with a good sight to rest and wait for the fireworks display. "Are you cold?" The little bean paste bag wearing a long shirt felt that Mr. Sweet was wearing a little less, and when Mr. Tian heard this, he thought that the little bean paste bag was cold and hugged him in his arms, and the little bean paste bag that was suddenly hugged tightly also thought that Mr. Tian was cold and hugged him tightly. "It's not cold!" The little bean paste bag smiled stupidly, and Mr. Sweet also smiled, how could such a little guy be cold in his arms.

A firework exploded in the air, and the fireworks in the long sky covered the starry sky, and the poetry and flowers flowed quietly, and the river lamps floated inside. The grass danced, the dancing fairies sang, the little animals ate the food sent by the townspeople, the fireworks were in the sky, Mr. Sweet's face was reflected in the light, and the little bean paste bag slowly stopped looking at the fireworks but quietly looked at Mr. Sweet under the fireworks. Mr. Tian, who had noticed it a long time ago, deliberately looked at the fireworks in the sky and did not bow his head, and the little bean paste bag was so obsessed with Mr. Tian's side eyes. "Mr. Sweet is better looking than fireworks!" Xiao Doushabao looked at the sky and said, his face was inexplicably red, and he didn't dare to look at the man next to him.

Mr. Sweet, who heard this, lowered his head and couldn't pretend anymore, this sentence was louder than the sound of fireworks, and the sound of fireworks was exploding in the eardrums, and this sentence was exploding in Mr. Sweet's heart. Mr. Tian saw another cartoon villain in front of him, this time it was a small bean paste bag, and the cute little bean paste bag demon jumped up and down all the way into Mr. Tian's heart with love. "Take off the mask, I want to kiss you!" Mr. Tian took off his mask and looked at the little bean paste bag, the little bean paste bag slowly untied the mask rope, Mr. Tian directly and quickly helped him untie the mask and put the mask off his lips and covered the lips of the small bean paste bag.

This kiss was long and gentle, one person and one demon were smiling, and then both of them closed their eyes to enjoy the kiss, Mr. Sweet felt that the desserts and snacks he had eaten before were not as delicious as this little bean paste bun. Little Bean Shabao only knows that he likes to kiss Mr. Sweet and only wants to kiss him alone. Dear Mr. Sweet, you know you're addicted, and you know you're falling. This kiss is actually very urgent, Xiaodoushabao has not yet understood the love of human beings, and Mr. Sweet has not expressed his heart to Xiaodoushabao, but one person and one demon are intoxicated. The words "this is very good, I like it very much" appeared in front of the eyes and hearts of one person and one demon at the same time. The summer evening wind sweeps, the high place embraces each other, the sun is warm and refreshing, and love behind you is a matter of two people.

Until the end of the rally, the hands of one person and one demon did not let go, and the little bean paste bag that insisted on ending was carried by Mr. Sweet, and Mr. Jia Tian walked on the road carrying the small bean paste bag, and the little bean paste bag fell asleep with saliva. The man under the moonlight has gentle eyes and gentle steps, the sweetheart on his back sleeps sweetly and kisses him in his dreams, the fireworks show has ended, but the little flowers in their hearts are still crackling. Mr. Tian opened the door of the house and put the little bean paste bun on the bed, and slept with one person and one demon embracing each other.

"Shhh Mr. Heal, who didn't know how long it took to wake up, looked at the bright sky outside the house, rubbing his eyes and aching head with his hands. "You can't be so pretentious!" Mr. Healing is still this mantra, washed his face, and took the bento and the little orange cat and the little black cat to Mr. Sweet's house.

The train stopped and turned on and on, and Mr. Heal walked around the flower road to Mr. Sweet's house, opened the door and walked in, and there was a burst of laughter coming from the unclosed bedroom door. Mr. Sweet and Little Bean Paste Bun on the bed are hugging and kissing together, and Mr. Healing is rubbing his sour eyes at a loss. This is the first time that this man is at a loss, Mr. Sweet is bullied and Mr. Heals is lonely when he blocks the knife for him, and the picture that stimulates the eyeballs Healing Mr. Heals clenched his fists and fell to the ground. It turned out that his biggest cowardice was that he didn't express his love to Mr. Sweet, and it turned out that he was defeated, and the bravery under the blade was far less moving than the whispering under love.

"What are you doing!" Mr. Healing roared a little embarrassed.