Keenly catching the word "little friend", a touch of embarrassment flashed in the purple-haired squirrel's eyes.

How is it going to tell Winsing that he is no longer a cub?

The next second, hearing the youth let it pass, Zituan immediately put the embarrassment behind him.

It jumped to the edge of the bed in three and two steps, and raised the multicolored rope in its paws.

"Squeak."

Wen Xin took the rope smoothly, opened the drawer again, and helped the purple squirrel take out the wet wipes.

Unlike other dumplings, even if the purple squirrel has washed its feet, it will still carefully scrub its hind paws again before going to bed.

So Wen Xin knew that their purple dumplings had some little cleanliness on their bodies.

However, most of the time, Zituan's cleanliness habit is not external to himself - strict with himself and too lazy to care about others.

Occasionally, it will explode because other dumplings make a mess of the house.

Seeing that it loves cleanliness so much, Wen Xin is in a delicate mood.

He suspected that Zituan was not close to other dumplings, and was willing to take the initiative to approach him because every time he went home, he would habitually wash his hands first.

Soon, the purple squirrel cleaned itself up.

It stepped on the small stool and jumped on the bed with ease, and before it could stand firmly, it couldn't wait to grab Wen Xin's sleeve.

"Squeak, squeak."

Obviously urging.

Seeing that the little guy was in such a hurry, Wen Xin didn't delay, turned on his phone, and quickly flipped through the videos he had collected before.

This is an instructional video that teaches you how to make beautiful knots with rope.

In the few days when Zituan arrived at home, it was very easy to be autistic, and Wen Xin also tried it for a long time before he found out that he was interested in doing housework and weaving.

It is easy to learn housework, and in order to live independently, Wen Xin tempered himself into a strong master of housework very early.

With his patient guidance, the purple squirrel quickly learned to clean.

It took a lot of effort to weave, and Wen Xin knew a little bit of everything, but this skill really touched his knowledge blind spot.

Thankfully, he can also look for instructional videos online.

As soon as the video opened, accompanied by pleasant and soothing music, the blogger also began to carefully explain the techniques that need to be paid attention to in this lesson.

The purple squirrel pulled the rope and did not follow the blogger's teaching, but looked at Wen Xin expectantly.

Wen Xin understood, and at the same time picked up several ropes to make a demonstration for the purple group.

The purple group only then moved.

Like Wen Xin, it picks out ropes of different colors.

The two eyes were impartial, resting on the flexibly woven fingers in front of them.

Thin and slender, with well-defined bones.

The skin is like snow that does not stick to the dust, and it is clean.

On this bumpy journey, the purple squirrel has seen many humans.

Few people have a beautiful pair of hands like Winsing.

It was also this pair of clean and beautiful hands, after hearing the sound, that they did not hesitate to open the filth in the trash can and hugged it out with festering and stinky wounds.

It was undoubtedly the lifeline that pulled it back from the edge of the abyss.

But what did it do at the time?

The purple squirrel inhaled shallowly, and his heart couldn't stop suffocating a throbbing pain.

Unaware of it, the knots had become a mess as it became more and more irritable.

I just thought about it vigorously.

If, before it met Wen Xin, it had not experienced all kinds of cruel experiments in the base.

If, before it met Winsing, it did not escape from the pursuit of the base.

If it hadn't been covered in bruises, or dying, it hadn't been in near-death despair and hatred of humanity before it met Wen Xin.

Isn't it, when Wen Xin picks it up with a sad face, it can relax and snuggle up in the arms of this human.

…… Instead of opening his mouth wide, showing his hideous fangs, and biting the other party's throat viciously?

.

When Zituan came to the door, Wen Xin intuitively sensed that the other party had something on his mind.

Zituan is the most ingenious dough he has ever seen, and he can quickly get started with any delicate work, as early as 800 years ago, he didn't need to teach the other party the skills of weaving.

said that Zituan came to play with him, which was also a joke.

If you really want to play, how can you choose this kind of "game" where both sides are silent?

Therefore, at this time, Wen Xin seemed to be staring at the video explanation, but in fact, most of his attention fell on Tuanzi.

Seeing that Zituan's eyes were scarlet and bloody, and there was a vague tendency to rage, he put the rope down.

When the purple squirrel was still immersed in the fear that he had almost killed Wen Xin, and could not recover for a long time, several porcelain-white fingers stretched out from behind and held its little paws steadily.

"Well, you can't always be in such a hurry."

Wen Xin knew that now he had a high probability of being able to ask the concerns in the hearts of the group.

But the consequence of doing so would be to tear open their bloody scars once again.

He suppressed his worries, softened his tone, and patiently helped Zi Tuan separate the crumpled rope.

"If you're feeling upset, say to yourself, take your time."

"If one time is not enough, we will say it a second time."

"Take your time, don't rush; Take your time and breathe deeply. ”

The moment Wen Xin touched it, the purple squirrel's head was full of fierce thoughts, and it was immediately dispersed.

It was nervous, because its claws were very sharp, and it did not dare to use any strength for fear of hurting the youth, and followed the other party's fingers to straighten out the ropes.

Involuntarily, I also listened to those gentle words into my ears.

One after another, one after another.

The shuffled knots gradually return to their original shape.

Zituan couldn't help but be distracted again.

It thought, the humans in front of it always seemed to have so much patience.

It's like being at the trash can.

It opened its mouth to bite Wen Xin, Wen Xin narrowly avoided it, ordinary people should always be aware of the danger at this time, and should always turn around and run.

But Wen Xin didn't.

Obviously, the young man was so frightened that he covered his neck with palpitations, but he still stayed where he was, his outstretched palm was cold and sweaty, and he repeated to it over and over again: "You are seriously injured and need treatment, let me take a look at your condition, okay?" I'm not going to hurt you. ”

Grumpy is a defect in the purple squirrel's genes.

It can go berserk twelve times in just an hour, smashing tables and chairs, smashing three layers of chimeric tempered glass, just because pesky researchers pass by in front of its eyes.

In this way, it will never be able to get along with patience, and it will never get the patience of researchers.

The list of mutants that could not be tamed and recommended for destruction had always had its number.

But on that moonlit night, in that foul-smelling environment, Wen Xin gave more than three hours of patience to the impatient one.

It was finally able to calm down and sniff out the scent of the black blob that had left on Wen Sin.

I don't know how long it was, maybe only a few minutes.

The young man's gentle voice rang out again.

"Look."

Unconsciously, Zituan's mood had stabilized much more, and he subconsciously looked down.

It found that Winsing had not only helped it untie the rope, but had also finished braiding it.

The colorful ropes are intertwined, and the outlined patterns are beautiful and peculiar.

Just like when it stretched out its dirty and festering paws and put them on the clean and beautiful palm of the young man, it had a colorful and complicated mood.

……

Outside the bedroom door, feeling that the purple group was about to calm down again, the canary, who was reading and studying, couldn't hold back after all.

There was a question that puzzled him for a long time.

"You say, did Winsing find any of our anomalies?"