Xiao Fuchen crawled over on his knees and crawled directly below. He supported his waist and raised his two hands.
"Hey." Hug.
"Hey." Hug.
The ghost man moved forward and ignored him.
The two outstretched hands lost their strength and fell to the ground. Fuchen used all four limbs to crawl around the box.
Raise your head, reach out——
The ghost man above moved forward again.
Fuchen seemed to find fun and continued to crawl forward.
However, the two sets of cartons are almost together, leaving a very narrow gap.
The fat baby stretched out his lotus hands and body, but his head couldn't squeeze through.
"Hey. Hey." He patted the ground with his little hand, his head turned, his eyes looked left and right, and he found a road on the right.
The clothes dragged the ground and crawled to the right.
Walk around the box, the gap here is big enough. Climb over, raise your head to locate it, and continue climbing up.
The ghost man moved around, but he didn't want to be in the same column as the little fat boy.
The fat kid didn't make any fuss, he laughed happily and continued to catch up, crawling very fast.
This time she set her sights on a new path: climbing boxes.
He stood up holding the box, raised his legs tremblingly, and climbed up the first step of the box.
There happened to be a second-level box next to it, and the dust climbed up again.
Then comes the third level.
In the room, there were three boxes piled up in many places, probably at the chest level of an adult.
The first-level box next to it was put down by my grandma when she was looking for something.
This means that there are many places for floating dust to crawl, and with multiple lines of operation, there is a risk of falling at any time.
Fuchen held his head high, looking at the position, and Le Dian Le Dian crawled over, still very fast.
The ghost man looked at the child and floated directly to the balcony. There was no box here.
"Treading the mountain road and singing folk songs——" Suddenly the ringtone of a mobile phone came from the room.
"Eh? Eh!" followed by grandma's loud voice and hurried footsteps.
The crawling dust crawled over an open box and fell completely into it.
Grandma came to the living room, and from her perspective, she happened to see the bulging quilt in the cradle in the corner covered by the box.
not worried.
"Hey, come on, come on." Grandma opened the door and left.
In the room, dust emerged from the box, sitting in the box, looking around with a chubby little face and a pair of black eyes, as if thinking about something.
This box happened to be the one that my grandma found half empty when she was rummaging through the cabinets. There was some food inside.
Fuchen climbed out of the box and climbed over on all fours.
There are no boxes ahead.
Fuchen turned his head and stared at the shelf next to him.
The shelf is 1.5 meters high and just reaches the balcony.
The width is very narrow.
Fuchen didn't have the slightest sense of danger, so he still carried his feet and climbed up. On the road that was obviously half narrow, his crawling was still unaffected.
When he reached the finish line, the little fat baby was very happy and raised his hand for a hug.
"Hey. Hey." The smile on her face and in her eyes were so obvious, as if this was the prize of this game.
The shelf is half a meter away from the balcony.
The distance between Fu Chen and Ghost Man is an adult's arm.
"Hey." Fuchen smiled from ear to ear. Not knowing that there was no way ahead, he subconsciously crawled forward twice to get closer.
The upper body suddenly hung in the air, Fuchen took off his whole body, and put his head on the ground——
At the critical moment, the big bear doll on the sofa suddenly flew over and caught the child.
"Ha, eh, eh, eh." Fuchen clapped his hands on his chest, laughing happily.
The ghost man above him still crossed his arms and uttered the greeting, "Stupid."
It's a pity that the dust on the ground doesn't know what stupidity is. "Yeah." The round eyes stared at the ghost man, and his sincere eyes were full of desire: Do it again.
The ghost man ignored her request and pointed with his finger. Dust rose up into the air and he followed the direction of the finger and threw it into the pram. He turned invisible and went back to rest.
Fuchen sat in the cradle, sitting blankly, half-paid, sobbing, and crying.
After a while, he cried loudly, "Ah——"
The sound was sharp and loud, and it was not an environment in which to sleep.
The ghost man was so angry that he really didn't want to have such a moody child at home, so he stretched out his hand to strangle her to death.
When the crying Fuchen saw the hand, he immediately opened his mouth and bit it as if he saw milk.
"Fuck." I've seen ghost-fighters, but I've never seen ghost-eaters. The ghost man studied the child like a monster.
The baby's four new teeth are still very sharp and strong.
"Suck. Tsk." A sucking sound came.
Fuchen held his hands and sucked for a long time, but he couldn't feel full. His black pupils turned and turned, staring at the ghost man's chest, stretched out his hand, and grabbed it.
Two sharp claws clawed at his chest, and the ghost man immediately felt insulted.
Raise your hand to shake the person away.
However, Fuchen, who wanted to feed, was very strong. He grabbed it with his little hands and cried, "Grandma. Grandma."
The ghost man was even more stimulated, increased his strength on his hands, and subconsciously threw the person away.
The dust that was thrown away fell on the little bear and bounced twice.
Unable to find grandma, Fuchen lowered his head and started crying again. He opened his mouth and closed his eyes, crying regardless.
The ghost man's head is getting bigger.
He glanced at his flat chest: He is a man! How did this kid come up with the idea of catching himself to drink milk?
Does he have big breasts?
The disgusted ghost man still let Fuchen grab a pacifier from the box and threw it over.
Fuchen grabbed the pacifier and put it in his mouth, temporarily stopping crying.
The man wandered around the box again, looking for milk powder. He soon found milk powder under the box and made a bottle.
Holding the bottle, Fuchen's little mouth kept sucking one after another, and quickly drank most of the bottle.
After eating so much, my eyelids dropped.
The floating dust swayed and quickly fell into sleep.
Finally fell asleep.
The man breathed a sigh of relief. He put the child in the car and went to rest himself.
Half an hour later, grandma, who came into the house with a bunch of babies, remembered that Fuchen had not fed.
"Hey, what can you do without breastfeeding?" He put down his things, rummaged through the cabinets and found a milk bottle. He brewed the milk powder and took a sip to test the water temperature.
There is still sticky saliva on the pacifier.
Grandma woke up Fu Chen in the cradle and pushed the bottle over.
Fuchen, who was woken up, said "Ah--" and started crying again.
Fuchen, who had just finished eating and could no longer eat, cried wildly, shook his head, avoided the pacifier, and refused to eat.
Gui, who couldn't get any rest, witnessed the whole process:...It's not easy for this child to live.
