At sunset, Qingdai got up and sat in front of the cat, her round face put on a very serious expression, but she didn't know that it looked cute to outsiders.

"Cat, do you want to go up with me?" Qing Dai tugged at the hair on her stomach, lowered her head, and said in a low voice, "I'm going to repay my kindness in the mountain, do you want to go with me?" ”

"Meow meow?" The cat probably understood, tilted her head, licked the green daisy, and took two steps back.

Qing Dai went back to the top of the mountain alone with her head down, in fact, she understood cats, cats are solitary animals, but they are just a little unhappy.

She went back to her room, not noticing the star sink at the door of her room, and closed the door with a snap.

Then he jumped on the bed and collapsed, looking at the ceiling and not knowing what he was thinking.

It was late at night, the kitchen light was still on, and Chuan Bai was humming dumplings with a floured face, and most of the bamboo strips around him were already on it.

With the harmonious coexistence of humans and demons, major festivals and customs of humans have also become widespread among demons.

Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, and keeping the New Year and eating dumplings are essential items.

At eleven o'clock, Xing Shen stubbornly scooped Qingdai out of bed and brought it to the kitchen.

"Coming? The dumplings are almost ready, try my craft this year! Keep you wanting to eat after eating. ”

The dumplings have been put into the pot by the Sichuan cypress, and the white and chubby dumplings are tumbling in the water, exuding a seductive fragrance.

Although Qingdai is still cowardly, she is still in good spirits.

Even if there is no cat, there are other people around her, Chuan Bai and Xingshen are great friends, and there are toothless seniors.

Keep up the good work.

Qing Dai rubbed her cheeks and climbed to the edge of the pot to look at the dumplings in the pot.

"It's almost ready, you be careful of burning."

Xing Shen saw her cheer up and relax.

As soon as midnight passed, the new year came.

Qingdai ate the hot and fragrant dumplings, lay on Xingshen's shoulder, and followed him out.

Chuan Bai was still eating, and he came out with a bowl and chopsticks, muttering something to look at the sky while eating.

Qing Dai looked at him and wanted to laugh, when she suddenly heard a thudding sound.

When I looked up, I saw brilliant fireworks exploding in the sky, jumping and shining in the air, like the blooming of flowers.

"Happy New Year." She heard Xingshen's warm voice ringing in her ears, and she didn't have to look to imagine that the corners of his lips must have risen slightly, and his obsidian eyes had a shallow smile in them, reflecting the starry sky.

"Happy New Year!"

Qing Dai opened her mouth wide and shouted out in the loudest voice.

Then he giggled in the echo into a faceless hairy ball.

"Let's work together in the new year!" Chuan Bai swallowed the dumplings in his mouth.

The three of them fell asleep to the fireworks jumping in the night sky.

A good night's sleep.

Qingdai was awakened by freezing, and she stretched out her paws in a daze to grab the quilt, and grabbed it.

Ay? How did the quilt get smaller? It doesn't seem to feel right?

Qing Dai woke up a little, only to find that the fluffy claws were gone, replaced by a pair of human hands.

The five fingers are slender and slender, and the nails at the ends are light pink, which is a pair of beautiful hands!

Qing Dai came to a conclusion based on her knowledge of traveling for only a few months.

However, it is still not as good-looking as Xingshen's hands, the bones are distinct, white as jade, with a slight warmth, and it is very comfortable when brushing the hair.

Qing Dai wrapped herself tightly in a sheet, leaned against the wall and walked to the door, no way, just turned into a human form and didn't know how to walk, and didn't know how to speak.

As soon as she tried to speak, she opened her mouth with the squeak of a guinea pig.

Qingdai opened the door and was covered with heavy snow.

It snowed again in Buzhou Mountain, and the snowflakes were fluttering, Qingdai stretched out her hand, and a few snowflakes fell on her hand, which soon turned into small droplets.