On a rainy Thursday, Xueming had just gotten off the high-speed train.
He and Xiaoqi separated in hk, and only stayed in Hengyin for two days before going back. After leaving the underground world, Fengfang Huanmeng seemed to have discovered a new continent. This was the first time it saw the lights of thousands of families in the mortal world.
The sparsely populated High-speed Railway East Station is not as simple and simple as the train station, and there are not many drivers soliciting customers.
Fragrant Huanmeng has been following Xueming like this, staring curiously at the passing passengers——
——It held its head in both hands and walked forward leisurely. When it was sure that these ordinary people couldn't see it, it started to get excited. Sometimes it would stick to passers-by to smell their scents and observe their clothes.
Xueming prepared a writing board early. He didn't want to show too much attention. When communicating with Fragrant Fantasy, he always expressed simple instructions through the writing board. In order to avoid others seeing him talking to himself in the air.
of mental illness.
"come over."
Fenfang Huanmeng immediately ran to Xueming's side. She is a good and obedient cat.
"I said, what should I call you?"
Xueming bought an intercity bus ticket, checked the nucleic acid code with the staff at the ticket office, patted Fang Huanmeng's back, and headed to the bus station with her soul.
"What do you want to call me?"
Fenfang Huanmeng pondered: "Call you master?"
Xueming smiled: "Farewell?"
Fenfang Huanmeng: "What about the other way around? I want to ask you this question, how should you call me?"
Xueming: "Fragrant dream?"
The big cat immediately stuck out his tongue in dissatisfaction: "You dislike this name! It's so disgusting!"
"Yes, it's too long." Xueming listened to the patter of rain and saw the bus coming into the station in the distance: "I put my life in your hands. If my mouth is so slow, you can't understand it."
What I mean is, how unfair it would be for us to just go to the Palace of Hell to report hand in hand."
Steel Cat's eyes lit up, and he grabbed the armrest of the bus and got on the bus first: "Then just call me [d] - I remember that the guy named Dulan also called me that on the plane.
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"Okay." Jiang Xueming found a place to sit down, and Big Maomao also sat next to Xueming.
"Then let's say it like this!" Fenxiang Huanmeng gestured with her thumbs, quite like her mother's proud and ruthless Mingde in the female imp form: "You call me [d], I call you gunsmith, let's
We will never drag each other down, and we will never take advantage of each other."
Jiang Xueming: "Take advantage?"
Fragrant Fantasy: "Yes! Did you think about something before?"
Jiang Xueming: "Elaborate."
The big cat pinched its fingers and glanced out the window involuntarily, as if looking at the chaotic raindrops and the mountains and Yuming River in the distance.
Fenxiang Huanmeng crossed her legs and sat on a plastic chair. After a long time, she finally said: "You have thought about whether my soul power is your child - right?"
"Indeed." Jiang Xueming said bluntly. After all, he had nothing to hide about his soul: "I'm also curious, are you a male cat or a female cat?"
Fenfang Huanmeng immediately grinned mischievously: "You want to know? Come and take off my skirt and armor? Come and try it?"
"Let's forget it." Jiang Xueming casually drew a big red cross on the writing board: "You and Bo are so similar."
Whether it's the way it curls up, the way it sharpens its claws with nail clippers, or the pair of shining golden eyes that emerge from the iron helmet, that kind of cleverness, and the vitality that can't stop when it hears a sound - Jiang Xueming even believed that this soul power was actually the incarnation of Bo.
Jiang Xueming leaned on the window sill. As the bus started, he began to observe the scenery on the road and asked casually: "D, how much do you know about my past?"
Fenfang Huanmeng replied without thinking: "I am your soul, of course I know everything!"
Jiang Xueming: "But you make me feel strange."
Fragrant Fantasy: "Normally, every day when you look at yourself in the mirror, you will be so handsome that you will laugh out loud."
Jiang Xueming: "Really?"
Fragrant Dream: "You can't see it, but I can feel it."
Jiang Xueming: "What else?"
Fragrant Fantasy: "The biceps of your left arm is a little stronger than that of your right arm, which is different from the muscle structure you guessed - in fact, you are more anxious and always feel that your left hand is not strong enough. After exercising specifically, the right hand is now holding you back. .”
"Rather than saying that Fragrance Fantasy is my spirit body, it is more like a teacher, knowing my physical body and mental state well."
"Yes, yes, yes." Fenxiang Huanmeng pushed Xueming's arm and wrote more words in the notebook.
Jiang Xueming followed the handwriting and chanted: "We must respect it, treat it as a brother and an elder. It is best to build a shrine for it, make a statue of it, and send some tribute to it every day. Although the spirit body cannot taste it, there are people Believe it and it will respond.”
As he wrote this, Jiang Xueming started to laugh.
"Did you learn this from Bo?"
"It's only half right!" Fenfang Huanmeng held her hands in front of her chest, looking high-spirited and contented: "The half in the front is the airs held up by Mingde, and the half in the back! It's the incompetence of writing. Master taught me."
Jiang Xueming finally remembered this incident - he was hanging in the back seat of Mr. Wen Bucai when he heard the VIP roaring from his heart.
Whenever someone is calling for help and wants to save someone from water or fire, he cannot control his legs and has to run towards the person calling for help.
The experience on the journey forged this spiritual body and forged Jiang Xueming's soul.
He is no longer the popsicle boy he was a year ago - even a cold and hard piece of iron.
"It has been melted into hot molten iron by the meteors falling from the sky a long time ago!" Fenxiang Huanmeng shouted happily: "Jiang Xueming! I am you! I am you!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "How strange." Jiang Xueming tilted his head and murmured softly: "Am I that cheerful?"
"Sir Jessica told us!" Fenxiang Huanmeng emphasized: "Human blood has the smell of iron! It has the smell of iron! You have to say this in a very handsome tone! Although Chief Jessica herself
I don’t know what it means either – but it works.”
If Jiang Xueming, far away in the fe04863 universe, knew about this, he would shed tears of envy and regret.
The buildings outside the window are flying back, and the bungalows in villages and towns along the way are connected to the green fields.
Xueming liked this feeling, watching the horizon move slowly, and the strong sunlight of midsummer appeared between the sky and the earth.
When the rain hits the glass, it immediately turns into fine water splashes with a fishy smell of earth.
Crickets and frogs formed a choir, as if all the vitality bloomed through everything in an instant.
"What other characteristics are there? You can tell me slowly."
Hunwei followed Xueming and looked outside, and immediately replied without thinking: "Aren't you curious whether I am a male cat or a female cat? Of course I am a male cat! Are you a woman? It's just that I look younger.
Because."
"I know - we are still young, and it is too early to become a sad-faced adult." Xueming has learned to answer quickly.
"And more, and more, and more!" Steel Cat continued: "I don't like places with many people. I will feel uncomfortable when being stared at by many people."
Xueming: "Is it Teacher A Ling?"
Iron Cat: "I want to get off work on time and don't want to put in extra effort, but I will definitely carry out your orders completely, just like a knight guarding you! I will definitely fulfill my mission!"
Xueming: "It's Jack Martin."
Steel Cat: "I hate boring material, if something is too boring"
Xueming: "Teacher Victor."
Iron Cat: "I'm so proud! I can't bear any grievance! If someone says there's something wrong with me, I'm going to prove it to him right away!"
Xueming: "It's Jason Megan."
The imprints left by these Morpho butterflies when they flap their wings indirectly gave rise to [Fragrant Dream]——
——Like a baby’s nurse, she remembers every one of them clearly.
Every time d said something, Xueming drew a sketch on the writing board, and handed the eraser to Hunwei's hand. When it was satisfied, it would quickly erase the pencil marks on the board. See this scene
The child in the back seat had his eyes wide open.
When the bus arrived, Jiang Xueming walked out holding an umbrella and walked to the sidewalk of Pingyang Agricultural University.
Fragrant Huanmeng got into the umbrella, and seemed to hate getting wet in the rain. It was talking to Xueming.
"Did you know? Every time you are sad, I live in your heart, and the tears fall like heavy rain!"
Xueming: "Okay, I understand. This is what Ryusei told you - it comes from "Bleach". Do you also want to give Zangetsu to me?"
"Hehe!" Fenxiang Huanmeng was quite embarrassed, but she wanted to finish her sentence: "When Bailu fell ill, my mother-goddess was on top - your heart was like a mountain torrent, and I was just a little short of it.
Leave your body."
"I care about this sister very much." Jiang Xueming emphasized: "D, you should know that in this city, it is not that simple to be a good person. I did not embark on the road of illegal crime, just because I wanted to be a good person for her.
Good role model."
"I know, I know. I know everything--" Fenfang Huanmeng nodded all the way and followed Xueming to the door of the milk tea shop: "--your next question is related to 9527."
"Yes." Xueming stopped at the small platform of the takeout delivery place and discussed with Hunwei: "What do you think of her?"
Fenxiang Huanmeng immediately said: "She is so hot that she is smoking."
Jiang Xueming was very surprised: "Really? Do you really think so?"
Fragrant Fantasy's expression suddenly became ambiguous, like Bad Cat Tom discussing how to set a trap for Jerry.
"Well, I won't lie to you, I am your soul."
Jiang Xueming: "What kind of spicy method?"
Fragrance Fantasy immediately said: "Do you remember the outfit she wore before Christmas when she came to you wearing a little reindeer?"
Jiang Xueming: "Remember."
Fragrance Dream: "At that time, your brain was secreting hormones crazily. At that moment, when you smelled the perfume and sweat pheromones on her body, to use a more euphemistic context of you humans, you fell in love at first sight."
Jiang Xueming: "What about a less euphemistic way of saying it?"
Fenxiang Huanmeng thought about it, but it was still more euphemistic, because it was Jiang Xueming's soul, and she couldn't be straightforward in this regard: "You want to buy a new little reindeer with her."
Jiang Xueming: "That's weird."
"There's nothing surprising." Fenfang Huanmeng helped Xueming close the umbrella: "That signal is too obvious. You are still in the state of an insect egg, heading towards pupation. You can't get enough sleep all day long, but when you see Bai Qingqing,
She also cheers up and relies on the dopamine secreted in her head to keep moving, changes her shoes, and wipes her mouth. Neither body nor mind can lie to others, let alone me?"
Jiang Xueming: "I thought it would be earlier, but it turned out to be that time?"
"This is just an image, it is a relatively obvious feature!" Fenxiang Huanmeng was very clever and immediately changed her explanation: "Just like a child growing up slowly, some people can really be sure when they fell in love with someone.
Human?"
Facing the top priority in life, Jiang Xueming was still a little worried: "Do you think we are suitable?"
"It couldn't be more suitable!" Fragrant Fantasy declared loudly, like a wedding officiant: "What are you worried about? Let me guess?"
This clever and lively spirit immediately weaved a pair of wings for himself, pretending to be fierce like a crazy butterfly.
"Worried that her transformation speed is too slow? Can't you protect her?"
Then it took off its iron armor, and its cheeks instantly became thinner, as if they had been drained dry and became weak.
"Are you worried that your married life will make you dizzy and your daily necessities will be exhausted?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! I saw it holding the swaddling clothes made of steel armor and winking at Xueming.
"Worried about your first child?"
A little kitten doll emerged from the swaddling clothes, making a weird smile.
"Like a demon king?"
Jiang Xueming felt very confused. Is this really his soul?
With such a strong desire to perform, there seems to be endless things to say and endless tasks to complete.
In the end, the fragrant fantasy returned to its original state, and Xueming expressed her truest thoughts.
"The future matters will be left to you in the future, gunsmith. We still have a lot of time."
Jiang Xueming thought for a long time and finally said: "You won't come to my wedding night to make trouble, right?"
Fenxiang Huanmeng blinked her eyes and didn't reply for a long time.
Jiang Xueming: "No, right?"
Fragrant Fantasy: "Without your order, I will never run out."
Jiang Xueming: "You swear."
Fragrant Fantasy: "I swear."
Right now, right now -
——Ye Bei and his bad cat maintain a very high synchronization rate.
They squatted in front of the milk tea shop, looked at Jiang Xueming, and listened to the performance of Fang Fang Huan Meng singing in harmony.
Ye Bei's jaw almost dropped to the ground. With his charlatan physique, he could handle such an extremely difficult task as dislocating his jaw.
Qiongqi is exactly the same as the good slave, proving that the cat is really liquid. He just rolled up the too long tongue, put it into his mouth and put it away.
Ye Bei: "How on earth did he do it?"
Qiongqi: “How on earth is it done?”
Seeing an acquaintance, Xueming pulled his spirit body back into his physical body and said hello with a cheerful face.
"Brother Ye Bei! I'm back!"
Then he went to hug the guide of life. Qiongqi jumped back on Ye Bei's shoulder at the right time, eyes widened, observing the soul in Xueming's body, his nose twitching, trying to smell out the scent of 梼杌.
"Oh! Wow. My Nuwa Empress."
At that time, this bad cat had completed about 150,000 words of indifference between humans and beasts in his head. It was all made up without a single word of truth.
Ye Bei greeted as usual: "You're welcome, hero!"
When he heard this sentence again, Xueming suddenly felt dazed for no reason. Time is such a wonderful thing. The last time he heard this sentence was a year ago. It was only a short year, and a lot of things happened.
"Brother, where have you been?" Xueming followed Ye Bei to the store.
There weren't many people in the milk tea shop, and students wouldn't run out of the university town on a rainy day.
While cleaning up the front desk, Ye Bei greeted the freshmen who were working part-time and told them to get off work early. He turned back to talk to Xueming.
"Slovenia, there is a spiritual disaster in that place, I will go there and fight the monsters."
Qiongqi stretched out his little paws to poke and touch Xueming, with curiosity in his eyes. When he heard the old words that came out of Ye Bei's mouth, he immediately corrected them.
"Fight the disaster beast."
Ye Bei: "Yes, yes, fight the disaster beast."
Xueming immediately became interested: "What is it?"
Ye Bei shook his head and sighed: "It's either a natural disaster or a terrorist attack. I'll just fight and investigate its background and origin. That's a matter for the Intelligence Department."
As soon as Xueming sat down, Brother Beizi brought hot tea and snacks. His service skills were second to none.
"Brother, you called me back. Do you have anything to tell me?"
"Yes!" Ye Bei responded and immediately walked to the warehouse, where he saw him holding a stack of information: "It's almost the Ghost Festival, do you know what this means?"
Xueming: "It means the Ghost Festival is coming soon."
Qiongqi: "Are your skills here and here the same?"
"Hahahaha!~" Ye Bei laughed first, then immediately regained his composure, switching expressions very quickly: "It has no sense of humor, please be considerate."
Xueming: "I probably understand. Brother Ye Bei can't handle the spiritual disaster on the ground. Do you want my help?"
Ye Bei divided a third of the documents, a total of four files, and placed them in front of Xueming. This strong-willed man suddenly knelt down in front of Xueming.
"Please! Brother! I have to take weekends off on Saturdays and Sundays. Not to mention the spiritual disaster outside. If I can't get back to make soup for my wife, she will be transformed into a spiritual disaster on the spot!"
Xueming slowly helped Beizi brother up, feeling very surprised——