I seem to remember that a certain girl once said that the best way for her to be in the best shape is to walk around the house naked. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

I'm in a similar situation to her, but it's good to be reasonable—I'm a boy, and there's no need to be narcissistic to the point of hers, especially since it's in someone else's room, not in my own house, full of all kinds of discomfort and all kinds of awkwardness.

So, maybe everything is fine here, but my situation and mood are exceptional.

And now it seems that the most urgent and most obsessive thing for me is that the problem of covering up my shame has not been solved, resulting in me not only being in a bad mood, but also being able to move around the house and courtyard all the time.

I think the mystery of this place may also be outside the confines of the small courtyard, since you can't control the flight of paper airplanes, you have to go out and explore it yourself.

Even if you don't get anything, you can just go out for a walk and look at the scenery outside!

In this case, you have to think of a way to solve the clothes on your body to get out of the dilemma.

I have to say that I actually got the revelation of the big crow from the dream, and I was inspired all of a sudden.

I want to try my hand at paper art, so how about making a paper set of clothes for myself with these blank books in my school bag?

I made up my mind and did what I said, so I started to make some preparations in high spirits.

Luckily, I found a sewing basket in the room with scissors, sewing needles, and several reels of five-color thread.

This suddenly led me to the question: Could it be that there was a mistress living in the house?

Then it is understandable that she has been refusing to show up for the past few days: because I was so scared that I couldn't go back to my home because I was naked, cough, if that's the case, I'm so guilty!

This possibility strengthened my desire to make a set of clothes for myself.

Then we got to work.

Naturally, I sketched out the outline of the feather with a fountain pen, then used scissors to delicately trim the shape, and the next step was to lay out a circle of moire and wind patterns on it, and then use it as a template to start cutting paper.

For a long time I was doing this without distractions, I don't know how time passed, and it took a day, or a day or two?

In the beginning, countless white paper feathers were made, piled up in front of me like planked flowers, and I almost drowned in the rhythm of them.

These "feathers" are then sewn and strung together piece by piece with five-colored threads.

Eventually, I got a coat that looked like a waistcoat and a robe.

However, because of his inexperience, he used most of the paper materials on his clothes, and in the end, he could only barely make a pair of knee-length shorts.

I tried it on, and I used the water tank as a mirror to look at it, and I was amused by my strange appearance.

After all, I'm a boy, and the beauty and fit of the paper feather coat are probably not enough, but even I feel that after wearing this body, I feel that after wearing this body, I am not like a bird but more like a fat sheep.

But what does it matter? It's better than being naked all the time, and I'm already satisfied with the fruits of my labor.

There are two fly in the ointment:

1. The clothes are paper, afraid of water, fire and wind, and can easily be damaged.

Second, I feel that I, a migrant worker from a small stonemason, really don't match such a snow-white outfit, if I can be like the crow in my dream, I am probably much cooler and more handsome.

However, there was only one fountain pen in the house, and the ink had been exhausted in the process of making the feather coat.

But I've already planned to wear this for the time being, even if the hostess sees it, she won't be embarrassed, she should be able to show up, and then ask her about the ins and outs of my here.

And if the kidnappers came, then unceremoniously asked them to return my clothes.

If neither of these possibilities appears, then I will find a way to go to the woods to hunt animals and skin them as clothes, and take this opportunity to experience the life of primitive times.

Well, the narcissism is over, and finally the stinky beauty is over.

But then I suddenly found an anomalous phenomenon: when I was busy, I was afraid that there was a day or two, why didn't there be any sign of dark?

Is it true that this world is eternal day, so there is no night?

In fact, it should be said that it seems that time is frozen in the early morning, but everything is fresh and smart, sweat!

Well, I'm now calm and immune to all the unthinkable.

I don't feel hungry at all now, I just feel too sleepy and want to lie down and get some sleep.

Then go with the flow, nourish your spirit and toss again.

Then, in my deep sleep, I heard the loud sound of flapping my wings, and woke me up.

Then I heard a crow call.

"Wow-"

The voice is hoarse, but it sounds loud and loud.

"This must be another dream," I said, shaking my head and saying to myself in my heart.

But in order to convince himself, he still put his hand in his mouth and bit it hard, still saying in his heart: "It won't hurt, it's just a dream." ”

However, this time it really hurts!

I sat up from the bed as soon as I was excited, but I didn't make a sound, for fear of startling the snake.

But I soon came back to my senses: this is on someone else's territory, what to do so nervously, there is no need at all!

So I got up and put on my paper clothes, because I was afraid that I would break it in my dreams before going to bed, so I carefully placed it in front of the bed.

After a little tidying up my appearance, I came to the door generously.

As a result, I saw a crow squatting on the branch outside the courtyard, but it was not as big and normal as in the dream.

Belch...... Quickly pinched himself and confirmed that this was not a dream.

After thinking about it, I simply walked straight in the direction of approaching it, still muttering in my heart: "It's not a dream, it's not a dream......

I finally came to the bottom of the tree and looked up, and the crow was not afraid, and was there to meet me.

"Are you here to talk to me? ”

I asked tentatively.

It turned out to be funny, and the crow seemed to really understand, so it flapped its wings and flew directly over my head.

I watched her fly into the house, and my heart was overjoyed.

It seems that the days of living alone that no one has paid attention to for days are coming to an end!

So he hurriedly fell and walked towards the house, feeling happy and having wind under his feet, and I really wanted to conjure a pair of wings and fly into the house immediately.

When I entered the house, I saw the crow landing on the head of the bed, staring at the green shoots in the cup and staring at it motionless.

Belch...... This situation made me messy all of a sudden!

Isn't this still coming for my Doudou, is the dream illusory or real?

No matter.

I tried to calm down and asked, "Crow, do you want to eat water or bean sprouts?"

But as soon as I said it, I wanted to laugh, the crow shouldn't be able to talk to me, right? I've only seen starlings and parrots talking.

I was wrong again.

A hoarse voice said, "Wow, is Tiexiangzi used to eat?