Let's say, this person is really weird, he thinks time flies quite quickly on weekdays, but today he looks forward to the dark, but he feels that the time is long and difficult. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

I ran outside to watch the sun in one day, and I watched it several times, but I didn't see it set for a long time, which made Aunt Aji mutter, "What's wrong with this girl?" It's like losing your soul. ”

But when the sun sank in the west, after dinner, I deliberately told Aunt Aji that I had taken medicine and was a little sleepy, so I had to go to bed early.

Aunt Aji said with rare thoughtfulness: "Go to sleep and rest early."

Just a little moved, she said again, "I have to rush to work tomorrow!"

This Aunt Aji is about to fall into the eyes of money, this is for fear that I will miss work and delay making money.

If it weren't for the fact that I love to do all this needlework, and I like to see the surprise on the faces of my customers every time I make a new dress of my own design, I would have picked up my pick and walked away.

Hey, I want to say, people just can't be vain and burdened by fame. I mourned in my heart and shook my head into my cabin.

Instead of lighting the oil lamp, I went straight to bed and lay down with my clothes closed.

This time my eyes widened and I listened with my ears pricked up, but I didn't dare to fall asleep again.

This Lamba was really calm, and it was not until the dead of night that my head was kowtowing and dozing off little by little, that I heard movement on his side.

I was busy lying on my side, pricking up my ears and listening carefully.

A softly muffled sound of the door opening sounded, and Lamba walked out with a relaxed step. A short run-up, followed by a muffled thud from the yard where I lived, I guess I must have jumped over the fence, right?

Judging by the sound, this is practiced!

I was taken aback. Okay, I didn't see it, this kid has two hits! I really underestimated him before.

I didn't dare to slack off, and my whole body went into a state of alert.

A very light footstep came from far and near, and stopped abruptly in front of my door.

When it finally came, I couldn't suppress the excitement in my heart, and my heart jumped wildly.

I hid in bed, pulled the quilt over my body, and prepared to carry out the fake sleep to the end.

A flickering knife plunged into the crack of the door, and with a single stroke, methodically, gently pulled the deadbolt of the door.

The door was pulled open, and a figure jumped in with the night breeze, with a very light footstep.

The man closed the door with his hand, plugged it in, and walked towards me step by step.

I didn't dare open my eyes to peek, because last night I saw that he was walking well at night, but he didn't carry a lantern or light a torch, so I guess his eyesight was also excellent.

I lay motionless in bed, trying to breathe as long as I could, as if I was really asleep.

I felt him come to the bedside, lean down to look at me, and then, there was the grinding of the fabric.

I thought he was going to be rude, but in a hurry, I opened my eyes suddenly, lifted the big quilt, and jumped up from the bed.

Who would have thought, my head hit something and hit my head painfully. I covered my head and looked at it, only to see Lamba with his hands on his chin, sitting on the ground in pain, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

I snapped, "Yo, isn't this our young and promising Lamba wizard?" What are you doing in the middle of the night, instead of staying in your own house, running into one of my girls' house?"

Lamba squatted on the ground with a bitter face, covered his chin with one hand, waved his hand at me with the other, and said with a big tongue, "Be quiet, Grandma." ”

It turned out that he hit his chin, and when his chin was closed, he bit his tongue again, hahaha, he deserved it!

I sat back on the bed, looked at his embarrassed appearance, and felt so proud that I wanted to take out my tail and shake it twice.

"Tell me, why are you here when you don't sleep at night?"

Lamba was silent, his face was sad.

I lifted Erlang's legs, turned my toes and said, "You'd better come from the truth, don't toast and don't eat and drink." Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless, so that you can't eat and walk around!"

"Miss Liang Li, can you let me stand up and speak?" Lamba begged me with a pitiful look.

I think his ancestors have been scratched by me, not my opponent, and now that he is in my hands, what else can he do under my nose? How can I say that he is just a mortal child, and I, a fox who has cultivated for thousands of years, am still afraid that he will not succeed?

He raised his hand and said indifferently: "For the sake of my aunt's good mood, get up."

"Thank you then."

Lamba thanked him as he lowered his head and puffed the dust on his buttocks, and he didn't move slowly.

I stared at him, watching his every move, and laughed in my heart, you just grind, I want to see how long you can puff dust, you just slap your ass swollen, shouldn't you still face it?

I'll let you grind and see what you can come up with, and how you can justify it in a while.

But when I looked at it, I saw that something was wrong, he seemed to lower his head while patting the dust, but in fact, when he turned his head back and forth, his eyes swept to the floor in the room, as if he was looking for something.

I followed his line of sight and looked for the ground as well, huh? A bell lay in the corner, and I rushed over it with a lunge. No, Lamba happened to see it and rushed over, and our heads "banged" together, and the bell was kicked aside in the chaos.

"Ouch, it hurts me, you dead man!"

I patronized and covered my head and cried out that it hurt, but I didn't expect that the Lamba guy had a bloody nose and thought about the bell, let the nosebleed drip on the hem of his clothes, crawled over on his knees, and grabbed the bell in his hand.

His grandmother's, and turned against you?

I didn't care about the headache, and before he could get up from the ground, a hungry tiger pounced, pounced, and threw him to the ground. This guy, right now, is still clutching the bell.

I knelt on his back on one knee and restrained him so that he could not move. I grabbed it one wrist at a time, and cut it behind my back.

He was dishonest, and he was still staring and turning his body from side to side, trying to turn around and make a final stubborn resistance.

I wasn't used to him, so I snapped his fingers open and took out the bell.

I stood up, kicked him aside, and looked closely at the bell in my hand, which turned out to be a hexagonal brass bell with elaborate workmanship.

This bell is not mine, how can it be in my house?

Thinking back to the details just now, yes, no wonder I heard the sound of clothes rubbing before, but the Lamba in front of him was neatly dressed, and thought he was going to do something wrong, it didn't seem like it, he just took out the bell from his body, and wanted to be hit by me, and knocked the bell away.

Hey, what a carelessness, the sound of the brass bell hitting the wall was drowned out in his shouting, and I didn't even notice it!