The little muduri in the canned bottle also hooked up and formed a Ω shape.

I breathed a sigh of relief, this is the figure of the farewell of the emotional family, which is equivalent to our beckoning goodbye.

At that moment, I said goodbye to Grandma Luo, went to the bus stop, and took the bus and walked back.

Along the way, I put the canned bottle in front of the car window, and the little muduri was curious about the fresh world, and he looked out against the glass bottle, and I turned the bottle, and it turned around and looked out, its eyes fixed.

I thought to myself, it's interested in the outside world.

In the car, there were many people who didn't know Muduri, and some asked me what it was, and I said it was Mudhuri.

And what is Mudhuri?

I said, "Muduli is Muduri." ”

- How else can I answer? There is no equivalent word in Chinese for muduri.

An old man looked at me and asked, "Muduri, where did you catch it?"

"It's my family. ”

"You, you raise it? This muduri is half beast and half immortal, and it's the first time I've heard someone raise it. ”

After walking for a while, the old man pointed to the muduri in the bottle and asked, "This is the same at home - in the can?"

"No, it's stocked in the flower beds. ”

"Won't they run then?"

"Run, no, they don't have legs. ”

"They don't have legs, they can ride the clouds, and when it's cloudy and rainy, you should be careful. ”

"Soaring through the clouds?"

I looked at the muduri in the bottle and thought to myself, this old man may be from the mountains, the mountain people have many mythical legends about animals, if you want to say anything else, I believe that the mudury, this intestine-like animal can soar through the clouds, I have to listen to it as a mythical story.

When I got to the city, I went to the supermarket and bought myself two pizzas and a piece of lean meat, and asked the salesman to cut it for me, and I was going to take it back and feed it to the little muduri.

Maybe it was the little muduri who smelled the meat through the hole in the cap and hit the cap hard.

I pinched a piece of meat, opened the cap, and the little muduri poked its head out, reached over its soft, hairy mouth, and sucked the piece of meat I had pinched.

I saw the piece of meat squirming in its body and swallowing it, just as Xiaobo said, not that the piece of meat was too big, but that it was too thin, and the piece of meat went down to the bottom, and it stretched out its head to eat the meat.

I had to give it to it, and I was afraid that it would eat too much, so I pinched another piece of meat and gave it another piece of meat, but I said to it, "Today is the last piece, don't eat it again." Look at the stomach that is bad for eating. ”

It seems to understand the words, and after sucking the piece of meat into it, it no longer probes.

The salesperson asked me, "What's that?"

I said, "A muduri is a muduri." ”

Ni Ya said, "Before people ask you what a muduri is, you just say, 'A muduri is a muduri'." ”

"Sooner or later, they'll have to ask. ”

Hey, I suddenly remembered, I haven't seen you Ni Ya for a few days, where have you been?

The salesman looked at me with a stunned eyebrow, and didn't say what was in his heart.

This supermarket is not far from my house, which is two blocks, across two residential neighborhoods, and closer to our neighborhood.

I walked home in a few moments, opened the door, looked back for Ni Ya, and disappeared from the filthy thing.

I thought to myself, where is he fooling around, I am happy to let him enter the house with me, so that the surname Hua can not do whatever he wants to me and toss me wantonly.

Ni Ya wasn't there, and he couldn't do it, and he didn't know his phone number.

You see, I can't tell you when he appeared with me like a ghost again.

Didn't I feel when he entered the house, he was in the house.

I went into the house and put the cans and bottles on my computer desk.

My family has a pot of nine-section orchids, which my father brought back from an orchid fair in South China, and it was planted in a slender pot with a flared mouth. When I got home, my dad poured it into a 40-centimeter-diameter southern mud basin.

On the top of the pot is carved the Tang people's poem: "Only the fragrant grass of the orchid, the pure essence of heaven and earth." "The basin is very atmospheric.

My dad raised it for six or seven years, and it changed from the original single plant to several plants, a big pot of hooping and hutong.

I thought it would be more appropriate for the little muduri to stay there, so I moved the pot of nine-knotted orchids to the computer desk, took the little muduri out of the canned jar and put it in the orchid pot.

Little Muduri stayed there very comfortably, stretched a big lazy waist, and formed a Ω shape for a while, before stretching out among the orchids, as if he had fallen asleep.

This time I was relieved, turned on my computer, and opened the Shadow file.

I'm not afraid of the flower compatibility this time, and I'll come back halfway. I think if she dares to make a sneak attack, Little Muduri will make her suffer. Because of several experiences, I have figured out the temper of the muduri, and when a living person approaches it, it will fight back.

What do you think of "Sun Shadow" this time? Don't have a broom in the east and a broom in the west, let's come in a row. In this way, I can find out his mortal enemy from the cracks in my father's diary and find the real murderer who killed him.

You'll have to analyze it through my dad's account to find out.

Because it's very likely that my dad didn't think he had offended others, and that people hated him so much, or that they were friends, and they might grit their teeth and want to use a knife on him.

After "Xiaomu", it was followed by an article called "Leng Mei". I don't know who wrote it:

"Very arrogant, thinking that she is knowledgeable, slim, and has a proud family background, it is impossible to live.

"Actually, her family background, there is nothing to boast about, her father is the deputy director of the Municipal People's Congress, has passed away, and now there is an elder brother in the organization department, and he is only a section chief, and he basically can't decide what to do independently, as for the relative of her provincial editorial committee, far from quenching her thirst, it's good and good to ask you for an editor, how else can you, or how can I?"

I know who my dad wrote, this person is Sun Yumei who came in with Xiaoshui.

Her brother is the head of the Organization Department. Sun Yumei sat in the technical department for three days, and then no one was seen, and I heard that she had been transferred and transferred to the Personnel Bureau.

In my concept, she was promoted, and the Personnel Bureau is a department of the government.

Sun Yumei is very arrogant, that's true, she doesn't look at people properly. When I talk to her, she answers people with her nose.

In the office, she didn't take me and Xiaoshui seriously at all, and she didn't hum at Director An and Hua Xiang, even to my father, she was arrogant.

But what is she to write about, worth my dad wasting his fingers on the keyboard?