And so it passed, and the unknown guy who suddenly appeared was just hungry and hurried by to get something to eat. But there was a rule in the family that the first thing to do in any formal setting was to cover my mouth, or not let me appear at all.

In order to fight against this unwritten, unilateral unequal treaty, I caught a mouse and hung it in the middle of the door, and I was sure that the mouse would use the word "he" because I saw something that was forbidden eighteen times. I can't say much later, it's all tears.

To be honest, I was very busy at the time. I have to deal with my parents every day and pretend to be obedient and obedient babies. On weekends, you have to take turns to report to the auspicious four treasures. Grandpa's house is fine, in the same town as me. But my grandparents' house was much farther away, so sometimes I would stay there for a week.

A week after the Mid-Autumn Festival, I stayed at my grandparents' house. This is a disaster for many of the creatures that live there.

The big yellow dog that had seen me born ripped open its throat and barked at the sight of me, and in an instant it went back to its nest, curled up in a ball and left only its head outside, baring its teeth and cracking its mouth.

That's not okay, that's how you treat your old friend? But I was still very magnanimous, and I ran over and enthusiastically hugged the big yellow dog's head, and dragged it out of the kennel. Learn the posture of getting on the horse on TV, stride on its waist, and shout: Ride! Drive!

But this guy didn't have the slightest intention of cooperating, and just lay on the ground. Let you jump like thunder, I will not move, Mount Tai will collapse in front of me, and I will lie down to the old age.

It was so boring that I withdrew my clutches and turned my gaze to the sheep. The sky is a little dark, and it is not very real. I've always admired the goats' looks, their noses facing the sky, their high cheekbones, and their soft beards, which give them a sense of arrogance just by looking at them.

I crouched on the edge of the sheepfold and grabbed the haughty beard while he was unprepared. It feels really nice in the hand, and it is silky smooth. I see what you're arrogant about!

The guy who was caught was frightened and retreated, and I clung to my beard, and the situation was a bit deadlocked. The goat was also ruthless enough, and when he saw that he couldn't get out of my palm at all, he immediately began to shake his head wildly, trying to shake me off, and the horns that bent forward scratched my arm.

I can't control such a ferocious movement, but I don't want to let go, so half of my body goes into the sheepfold.

Grandpa didn't help me get the sheep back, but broke my hand and picked me up and let it run away. I was furious and wanted revenge, but I saw an acquaintance enter the open courtyard door.

It was only up to my calves, and he still walked like he was bouncing or limping like that, his wide, long face was indescribably strange, and his eyes looked at me defiantly defiantly, as always. This time we looked at each other for a long time, and I also saw the resentment in it. Once you enter the gate, you have to drill into the house, but the speed of travel is really slow.

I stood directly in its path, with the obvious meaning that I was not allowed to come in. Don't talk about the previous grievances, I want to enter the house without saying hello, it's too rude.

The big yellow dog, which had been hiding in the den, suddenly came out, showed a fierce face, bowed down, and let out a low warning sound.

"What's wrong?" My grandparents saw my strangeness.

"This thing wants to come into our house." I pointed to what was in front of me.

The grandparents' eyes widened, but they didn't see anything. And this gap unknown thing turned a corner, ignoring my block, and still had to enter the door.

I blocked the road again and kicked it with my foot. It didn't take much effort, but at least it was able to make it retreat. My foot passed through its body, and it was not hindered at all, and it continued to move forward directly through my body, increasing its speed a lot. It turned out that it was lying to me at the beginning, and at this time, it suddenly accelerated and I really couldn't stop it, and it was about to enter the door.

I'm in a lot of interest, it's amazing. The big yellow dog barked hard, pounced on it and bit it, but it was the same as me, and it couldn't bite at all. Grandma had already picked up the broom.

"Where is it?" I hadn't heard such a serious voice before, so I quickly reached out and pointed to the location.

Grandma slapped it with a broom. It's amazing, I can't kick with my feet, I can't bite a dog, but I can hit with a broom. The creature looked pained, and jumped far away to dodge the subsequent broomstick attack.

I won't let go of the opportunity to beat up the water dogs.

"Jumped over there." I pointed out the latest direction, and Grandma rushed over with another broom, but it was prepared and immediately dodged.

"On the windowsill!" The broom slapped down and a few branches fell. The glass shattered to the ground.

"I'm going in." It wants to enter the room through a broken window. But I was too anxious, and I was slapped on the body by the broom, and I clearly saw that I was actually flattened by the broom.

"Hit, sweep out." Grandma pressed the broom and slowly hooked it out. Falling to the ground, I immediately swept out of the yard with a broom under my command and quickly closed the door.

Grandpa was already stunned on the side, what is the situation that went crazy?

"Why did you drive it away?" I'm not satisfied, but I finally found such a fun thing.

"Grandma doesn't know what it is, but it's a place for us to stay, and it's not good for us to come in like this, so we have to get rid of it." Grandma panted tiredly and touched my head.

"Then why can't I touch it, you can?"

"Before we go to bed, we can get rid of them by putting the broom upside down against the corner of the wall, and the broom can sweep away all the unclean things." Grandma said as she put the broom away.

Bang bang bang knock on the door startled the three people in the yard.

"Who?" Grandpa asked.

"Uncle is me, my steamed buns are at home, and I will send you some."

I suddenly felt very tired, so I said a word and went back to my room to sleep. I don't even know how to take off my shoes or how to get into bed.

In my sleep, I felt like I was crawling a lot of things on my body, which was very uncomfortable. When I opened my eyes, I found that there were frogs both on the bed and on the floor. The body was even wrapped in three layers inside and three layers outside, and I was already surrounded by an army of frogs.

There are too many frogs on the body, and it's a bit heavy. I struggled to get up from my bed and shook off my frog coat. But one fell off and the other immediately pounced, and he couldn't shake it clean, and this coat became thicker and thicker.

How did they stick to me while I was standing?

I heard a startling cry, and saw frogs pouring in through the doorway like a tidal wave, and they were going to drown me!

Fortunately, I was standing on the bed, still high off the ground. However, my pride did not last, and they actually piled up on top of each other, getting higher and higher, and were about to be level with the bed.

I picked up the pillow and slapped it, a hint of panic in my mind. Calling for help from grandparents, but there was no response at all. The lapping of the pillow didn't have the slightest effect, and the whole room was full of frogs, rushing towards me in a frenzy.

Kicking the people around you, or even stepping on the frog to stand as high as you can, doesn't help at all. Gradually, my feet were buried, so good that I could struggle a bit, and then I was buried in my knees, and it was very difficult to pull out one leg. After a while, I couldn't see my waist, and my speed increased, and I could only show one head, two hands raised above my head, struggling in vain.

Breathing began to be difficult, my hands were tired and could not move, and now my posture was as if I was surrendering, and I closed my mouth tightly for fear that a frog would jump in. My eyes were also buried, I couldn't see anything, and I could only close my mouth and try to breathe, but I couldn't get enough air.

I could feel that the top of my head was already buried, so I could only raise my hands as high as I could, hoping that fellow relatives could see my cries for help. Gradually, my elbow was buried, and then to my wrist, and I began to lose consciousness.

It was as if he saw the guy who had been kicked out of the gate before, grinning at me with a cruel look of pleasure, and I also saw the frog I slaughtered with stones by the artificial pool after the rain.

The fingers suddenly hurt, and they actually bite! This pain is like a lightning bolt in my body, spreading quickly and poisonous!!

Covered with a wit, he opened his eyes.