The cracks in the windows were getting bigger, and the little devil's thin body squeezed around.
Ning Meng was trembling and curious listening to the creaking movement, she covered herself with the quilt, tilted her head and half of her eyes to peek.
The little ghost's body is very small, not as long as her arms, flat and flat, if it weren't for it's three-dimensional, she would be treated as a paper man.
She asked the system: "What does it want to do? Is it coming to eat me?"
The system thought for a while and replied: "It should be just curious, come and take a look."
Ning Meng was bewildered by its answer. What's so curious about this, she's not a strange person, what's so beautiful about her.
While talking, the kid finally squeezed into the room.
Ning Meng seemed to smile when she saw it, like an ugly doll painted in the past, with colorful clothes on her body that made people unbearable to look directly at it.
The kid jumped down from the window and crossed the room.
The originally thin body seemed to be puffed up, and turned into a chubby, like a fat baby, but very ugly, and the skin was too white.
Ning Meng didn't scare herself when she saw it wandering around in the room. She felt less panic in her heart and began to wonder: "What kid does this look like?"
The system explained: "This is the easiest kid, because he doesn't have a sage, so he can only follow other people's orders."
That said, the clothes on his body were all made by others, and Ning Meng was shocked. Whoever has such a non-mainstream aesthetic, the cotton-padded jacket is still popular.
It's really unexpected.
The little ghost turned around in the room for a while, moving his chubby body, climbed onto the stool with his hands and feet on the floor, leaned on the desk, and looked at the things on it.
Ning Meng came out of the bed and walked carefully toward the door of the room. She decided to go to sleep with Liang Fengmei tonight.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, the kid suddenly turned his head and looked at her.
Ning Meng, who was hiding by the door, didn't dare to move, but her legs became weak as the little devil came, and she almost didn't sit on the ground.
The kid stretched out his short arms and pulled a few times on her.
Ning Meng swallowed, letting it move, almost letting it lift her nightdress, and finally couldn't help it, and poke it with her finger.
Maybe it was because of being poked, the little devil stopped suddenly, and the plateau red on her right face was sunken, making her a little bit ugly.
The system suddenly appeared: "You scared him."
Ning Meng: "..." I was scared to cry.
This little devil is still just a pervert. Bah, he wanted to lift people's clothes at a young age, and he would have it when he grew up.
Unexpectedly, the stunned little devil suddenly shrank his red lips and ran away from her, hiding behind the bed and secretly looking at her.
Ning Meng, who was being watched, felt a little cute.
I don't know how long it took, the little devil was finally leaving, climbed up the window again, his body gradually disappeared, squeezed out of the seam, and disappeared into the darkness.
Ning Meng let out a sigh of relief.
Someone's little devil came to her suddenly, if she was less courageous, she would be scared to death. Fortunately, this little devil was not scary.
She squeezed her soft legs, plugged the window in one hand, closed the curtains, and went to bed with a veiled face shivering.
I must be dozing off tomorrow.
The kid fell from the window to the ground.
It got up nonchalantly, stayed blankly, patted its butt, and then slowly swayed outside.
The sky is dim. If someone is walking on the road, you can see a child who is only half a meter old walking on the road without people, wearing colorful clothes.
The moon shines on the road.
The windows of the small building are open.
The lamp on the table was on, illuminating the face exposed on the window sill, plateau red, red lips, and pale skin.
The kid struggled to climb onto the window sill, and fell to the ground. He didn't react for a long time and sat there in a daze.
Pulling it up with both hands, the little ghost rubbed against his palm happily, and was a little dissatisfied. It would be fine to remove the outer cover.
Shi Qi let it rub his face against his hand, and asked in a low voice, "What did you see?"
Hearing this, the little ghost immediately opened his mouth and moved around without making any sound, but the listener showed a thoughtful expression.
The weasel got out of the den and circled the imp.
The little devil still had the same expression, saying all the things that strange person had done to him, and his mouth changed accordingly.
Shi Qi's faint expression became somewhat meaningful. He sat on the side of the bed and said, "Thanks for your hard work, go back and rest."
The kid rubbed his hand again, and got out through the crack in the slightly open door reluctantly.
Tightening his gloves, he bent over and touched the weasel. Its hair has grown, but once you look closely, you can still see the traces it left behind.
As if to remind.
"Xiao Huang, do you want to see?" Shi Qi didn't know what he thought of, so he held it in his arms and squeezed its tail.
Weasel didn't know what he was talking about, jumped from his arms, returned to his den, and squinted to sleep.
Shi Qi took off his gloves, pulled out a book from the cabinet by the bed, and turned a page expertly, revealing a note.
There are only ten words on it: Seventeen, study hard and make progress every day.
If you see it in ordinary people, I am afraid you will laugh out loud. Such a note, such a content, has become a suicide note.
Of course, it doesn't seem to be the case now.
When Qi Nian asked, thinking of the scenes he saw during the day and the reaction that the little devil had just described, the corners of his lips raised slightly.
He stood up, took out a piece of white paper and a few pens, put them in the most conspicuous place, and took them to school tomorrow.
Cover up always reveals flaws.
When she went to school the next day, Ning Meng wore two dark circles under her eyes.
Liang Fengmei thought she was staying up late to play, but she caught her for a while and said that she almost didn't pull her ears to have a beating, "What should I do if I stay up all night after school and doze off in class? Say you don't listen..."
Ning Meng finished the porridge smoothly, picked up her schoolbag, and ran outside after avoiding her.
There are people who go to school on the road, there are separate ones, some in twos and threes, and there are food stalls selling miscellaneous grains and cakes at the door.
When she arrived in the class, everyone was almost there.
In fact, most people are very conscious. They go to study early every morning and then read early. Unlike her, she almost overslept this morning.
Qi had already been here at the same table, and I didn't know what to write with a pen.
When Ning Meng sat down, she took a sneak peek and saw a formed portrait. The people and colors on it were bright, but it didn't make people feel abrupt, but she was amazed.
Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, the grandson still has this craft.
But considering that I used to learn painting symbols when I was young, it is not surprising that I learn to draw now, and this is quite attractive to little girls.
Before the morning reading started, she took out the poster painted last night from her bag, ready to write in big characters, making the most of every minute.
Shi Qi suddenly stopped writing, paused, and turned her head to watch her happily writing and drawing on it, and asked aloud, "What is this?"
Ning Meng regained his consciousness, and took a peek at his supernatural craftsmanship.
I looked down at myself again, and felt the gap deeply, but it was only natural to say: "Poster."
Then she heard her deskmate say: "... I didn't see it."
Ning Meng: "..."
Is it so difficult to recognize? She painted very well.
Shi Qi bends his eyes and asks: "Did you sleep well last night?"
When asked this way, Ning Meng remembered the non-mainstream rural fat kid last night, covering her eyes, "Is the dark circles so heavy?"
Don't let him know that he is scared by a little ghost, otherwise it will affect the friendship at the table, but he is still a ghost hunter.
Ning Meng thought about it for a while, and said, stalking her neck, "I drew a poster."
The air suddenly calmed down, and after a long time, Shi Qi said, "Oh, isn't it?"
"Yes, yes." Ning Meng nodded and changed the subject, "... At the same table, you paint so well, can you help me get a poster?"
If you can ask him to do something, the ones that come out will definitely look better than hers, and if you write the word "time and grief" on the signature, the little girls will definitely go shopping for him.
Then the family will have a lot of money...
As soon as she opened her head, Ning Meng imagined more and more, her saliva flowed down, and the sound of counting money was all in her ears.
Shi Qi seemed to see her eyes filled with countless gold coins.
He replied: "Okay."
This sound was the sound of nature in Ning Meng's ears. She immediately smiled, her eyes bent into crescents, "Really? Thank you so much!"
Shi Qi was taken aback.
The same tone and the same name are different from her mouth. Lixia told him that grandma always thought it was seventeen, but she didn't know the name was Shiqi.
He was silent for a moment, looked away, and said, "Yeah."
As soon as the voice fell, the class bell rang, and the English teacher entered the classroom with the bell. The class soon heard everyone's reading.
Ning Meng asked thiefly again, "Can you sign your name?"
Shi Qi asked: "What do you want to do?"
Ning Meng briefly explained to him what she wanted to do. Thinking about it, she was a little bit ashamed. She was attracted by the beauty of her tablemate...
An unknown meaning flashed in Shi Qi's eyes, staring at her: "If you want to make money in my name, I want to split it."
Ning Meng opened her eyes slightly.
What kind of share does this little kid want? With so much money in the family, although the share is quite reasonable... It shouldn't be too much, right
She thought for a while and replied: "Okay, I will divide it for you. If you don't mind, you have to write your name a bit bigger."
It would be better if you could post a photo, but unfortunately it is impossible.
Ning Meng held her face, surrounded by noisy voices, she muttered in a low voice, "Why is the kid so stingy? Who taught it?"
The sun outside has risen, not at all, but coming in from the window, a bit warm.
The dazzling light fell on Shi Qi's face, the light and dark were distinct, casting a shadow, setting out the deep facial features, and the tall nose.
Although the voice was small, the people around him heard it clearly.
Shi Qi paused for a while, the corners of her lips raised slightly, the corners of her eyes dangled with beautiful colors, and she said without rush, "My grandma taught it."
His voice was slightly amplified.
Ning Meng who overheard: "..."
It seems that she has said this before... Is this self-inflicted
I am very obedient.
Especially what you said.
-"The Little Diary Book that Shi Qi Secretly Hidden"