Monster

That night, Feng Yeran brought the little monster back to his home.

His room was still quite messy. In the dim light, books were piled up on tables, sofas, carpets, clothes that had slipped on the floor, and trash cans were piled up.

The little monster was quite happy. He moved things away, "digged" a hole on the sofa, and sat comfortably on it with his legs in his arms. He raised his head and sighed softly, throwing out all the heaviness and anxiety. Come out and inhale the fresh air of happiness.

Feng Yeran brought him a glass of hot milk, watching him sip it little by little like a little baby, sticking out his tongue from time to time to say "hot", he couldn't help but think of the first time he saw milk - at that time, he was scolded by him. Locked in the electric prison, his body is very small, with small eyes, no limbs, only touch/hand, after observing himself drinking milk, he also carefully stretched out his touch/hand to touch the milk lightly, and then seemed to be engulfed by liquid He was frightened by the touch and temperature, his whole body jumped back, the milk splashed, and he closed his small eyes tightly.

"You're a miracle." Feng Yeran sighed softly, and couldn't help touching his hairy scalp, with a hint of regret in his happy voice, "I'm sorry, I shaved your hair for the experiment. Hair. Your hair is so pretty."

"Ye'er likes the way I have hair?"

"Of course! Your hair is dark and curly, and it feels very soft. If you grow your hair a little bit longer, I'll give you a mid-part or an oblique part, which will look especially good, or simply tie it up."

"I'm not a girl." Feng Hua was dissatisfied.

"Haha, I really hope your hair grows faster."

"If you like it, you can see it now." Feng Hua said softly.

The next moment, a dark curly hair really appeared on his head. Feng Yeran couldn't believe it. He reached out and brushed his hair lightly with his fingertips, listening to the familiar voice: "You are changing. Magic?!"

"I just have to imagine the details of the hair, and the more I recall, the more I can create."

Feng Yeran was stunned for a long time and said, "Not only can you turn your dreams into reality, and your imagination into reality, but have you learned to copy it now?"

"It's all the same thing, but I'm not familiar enough. I can't last long, and... do you notice the difference?"

Feng Yeran observed it carefully and said, "It's really a little different. It doesn't feel as soft and shiny as before. Some hair strands are particularly clear and real, while others seem to be a little blurry."

"Yes, ah... No way."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned back to a little bald head. Feng Yeran was stunned for a while, but couldn't help hugging him, and laughed loudly: "Okay, there's nothing wrong with fake hair, let's wait for your hair to grow naturally, I still like your real hair. ."

"hey-hey."

"Feng Hua, you are really a gift from God."

"You've said it many times, Ye'er."

"You know, in order to create you, we have traveled almost all over the galaxy - it's not bragging, it's really lucky to be able to find the incomplete embryo of the Adesel tribe in the icy land of the most unlikely R star, It only took me a few years to get you. Creating you is a magical experience, just like preparing a potion. I recorded all my experiences and put them in a document, thinking that even if it was unsuccessful, it would be considered Kind of nostalgic. I didn't expect this thing to become so precious now - but I won't sell it no matter how much other people spend, only I know how to make you in this world."

"Well, I'm yours alone."

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The press conference was very successful, and Feng Yeran's experimental results quickly swept the news and the Internet, and Feng Yeran, Feng Hua and the research institute where they belonged almost became famous in one fell swoop. Feng Yeran has become a veritable busy person. He occasionally brings Feng Hua to events, but more often, he and the dean and director participate in various invitations, being interviewed, appearing on shows, and so on.

Feng Hua is also a lot busier than before. People often come to visit him, put on all kinds of strange clothes, take pictures of him, ask him various questions, let him turn his dreams into reality in public, and so on. Every time he finished, it would cause a series of exclamations and warm applause, and over time, he got used to it.

There is only one thing he looks forward to every day, and that is the moment when Feng Yeran pushes open his door every night. In fact, since he was a child, he has always looked forward to that moment—

In the early morning, he stood in front of the iron window and looked at the scenery outside, observing the swaying trajectory of the leaves and the shadows on the distant group;

In the morning, after breakfast, he sat at the small table and painted;

In the afternoon, he cooperates with the staff to complete various tasks. Occasionally, someone will come to give him a psychological evaluation. If there is nothing wrong, he will wander in the small room, read a book or sleep;

After dinner, he was like a puppy waiting for its owner, jumping around the room, as if the day had just begun. From time to time he looked out the window, and from time to time he put his ear against the wall, trying to listen to distant sounds.

Therefore, every time Feng Yeran just drove his car into the parking lot, he could hear it. In the cluttered background sound, he listened to Feng Yeran getting out of the car, carrying things into the research institute, greeting pedestrians, walking out of his office, putting things away, processing some documents, talking to some people, and then He walked out of the room, closed the door, and walked towards him step by step...

Now, however, something has started to change.

First, it's time. Although Feng Yeran has come to see him every day since what happened during the recovery from the last craniotomy, but now the time to see him is getting more and more late, always after the sun has completely set, and occasionally even came to see him in the middle of the night;

Second, is the smell on his body. In the past, Feng Yeran always had a faint scent of medicine on his body. Due to his illness, he could hardly stop taking medicine, whether it was Chinese medicine or Western medicine. Now, his body is often mixed with various turbid smells, the smell of wine, food, and perfume.

It's obviously not an unpleasant perfume smell, it's the kind of mature floral scent, but Feng Hua couldn't accept it, as if he saw those annoying ribbons wrapped around Feng Yeran's body again, and wanted to take a pair of scissors and cut them all;

Finally, there are words. Since the press conference, Feng Yeran's topics have almost revolved around the powerful people he met outside, the woman who pursued him, his brother, etc...

For example, now, Feng Yeran's house.

Feng Hua was lying on his back in the bathtub, full of bubbles, and Feng Yeran was helping him massage his scalp and wash his short, soft curly hair.

Obviously, Feng Yeran was very excited: "Feng Hua, have I mentioned Ms. Zhou to you? I used to beg her to fund our project. After all, I knew her when I was a child and thought she would help, but she said she only knew her Feng Mu's eldest son, let me stop harassing her. As a result, she came to visit on the second day of the press conference. Do you think I should see her? Or should I not see her?"

Feng Hua looked up at him. Feng Yeran was bending down and rubbing his hair with a mocking smile on his face.

"Those women, they didn't even look at me before, they just chased behind people like Feng Boran, and now they're scrambling for my contact information, it's really funny. If they knew I had Stomach cancer, will you turn your face immediately?"

"I'm afraid Feng Boran won't be able to sleep during this period of time, right? There are articles on the Internet that say that I am better than him. I wonder what he thinks?"

"...Feng Hua, you know what, it's like I'm dreaming during this time."

"... Hmm." Feng Hua replied softly. Watching Feng Yeran gradually close his eyes, a trace of pain flashed in the shadows under his eyes. Then, his pale lips parted lightly, and his voice was very soft:

"She's coming to me. It's been ten years, and I really thought... she really forgot everything between us. She..."

Feng Hua closed his eyes abruptly. At this moment, he seemed to smell the fragrance of Feng Yeran's body again. It was so strong and seemed to carry the warmth of a woman. He was isolated from him - the flames in his heart began to churn again, his breathing was short, his head became sluggish, and he didn't seem to understand everything Feng Yeran said after that.

Noticing Feng Hua's strangeness, Feng Yeran asked, "What's wrong? Is the water too hot?"

Who knew that the next moment, Feng Hua suddenly grabbed the shower head and sprayed it on Feng Yeran... The warm water washed Feng Yeran's hair, face, neck and body, Feng Yeran was so frightened that he hurriedly avoided, and with his hands He brushed his wet hair behind his head, scraped the water off his face, and gasped for breath, "Feng Hua!! You..."

The shower fell into the water, splashed, and the smoke churned. Feng Yeran opened his eyes and saw a naked/naked teenager standing in the bathtub, staring at himself with a complicated expression. His usual blue eyes looked deep and dark, and his black curly hair turned into strands, dripping with water. The beads slid down the strands of hair. At this moment, he seems to have grown taller again, looking like he is fourteen or fifteen years old.

"Wash with me, Ye'er."

As soon as Feng Hua finished speaking, he arrogantly took off Feng Yeran's scented shirt, and pulled him into the bathtub, his palms were hot. The warm water enveloped Feng Yeran, and the irritating smell finally dissipated in the mist.

Feng Yeran stared at him dazedly for a long time, and said, "Sometimes I find that you, this little guy, is really, very willful, and especially domineering. No, you are not a Leo."

Feng Hua didn't answer, just put his hot body on it and hugged Feng Yeran tightly. After a long time in the billowing fog, he muttered, "It's obviously mine."

…

After the two of them took a shower, it was still early. Feng Yeran suggested watching a small movie, and Feng Hua agreed.

So one big and one small dug two "pits" on the messy sofa, dug out a recent popular movie, and watched it together.

This is an action movie with a strong heroism. The protagonist is a strong red-haired man with a first love and a little girlfriend. Just like a normal dog blood story, he went to the bottom of the sea for the sake of his girlfriend and his country, and it seems that he can handle everything by himself. The storyline is quite exciting, and Feng Hua watched it with relish. However, Feng Yeran didn't watch the movie very well. He was too busy. He kept on phone calls, kept his computer turned on, sent emails from time to time, and even had video conferences. When he finally got this done, the movie was almost over.

He sat back next to Feng Hua and asked, "How is this movie?"

"Okay."

"Hey, I originally wanted to watch a movie, but I ended up..."

"There are ten minutes left."

Feng Hua took a sip of freshly squeezed orange juice and continued to watch the video, quite seriously. Feng Yeran also looked over, thinking about what could attract him so much.

They were watching a stereoscopic movie, and the effect was quite realistic. It's a post-war scene, and in the rubble, a woman walks towards the wounded man, weeping. But the man who was lying on the ground woke up, he took the surprised woman into his arms, and then started to kiss.

Feng Yeran was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously covered Fenghua's eyes.

But Feng Hua blocked his hand and said firmly, "Let me see."

Feng Yeran was a little embarrassed, and suddenly felt like a father with a son who was about to enter puberty...

God damn it, this three-dimensional movie is so realistic, the sound effects surround 360 degrees, the men and women in the movie seem to be kissing in front of two people, it is very real and there is no sense of disobedience, their lips and tongues are tightly glued together , short of breath, constantly changing the angle, the voice is clear, the man's hand has even penetrated into the woman's top...

For a man of Feng Yeran's age, this is just a very ordinary kiss, but the person watching is still a child... A very small child, he can't help but imagine himself as a child, and his ears are red...

"Feng Hua!" he cried a little embarrassedly and angrily, "this will wait until you grow up and meet someone you like, you..."

But Feng Hua didn't listen to him at all, and still looked at the two people who were kissing frantically, and, seemingly unconsciously, his fingers holding his lower jaw gently rubbed his reddish lower lip. Feng Yeran looked at him in a daze, and thought that his lips were very nice, thin, and beautiful in shape. If they were adults, they would be absolutely restrained and sexy, making girls crazy.

When he looked up again, he suddenly found that Feng Hua was staring at him. Staring intently, again immersed in shadows, dark blue, slightly narrowed eyes. The lower lashes are elongated.

There was an inexplicable aroma in the air.

Feng Yeran suddenly became a little timid, obviously there was only a child in front of him!

"Feng Hua..." he called again.

"Ye'er, come here." Feng Hua said softly, his voice a little hoarse.

Feng Yeran didn't understand what he meant, and subconsciously wanted to correct his name, but before he could say anything, he saw Feng Hua pulling down his neck, and his eyes were half asleep, coming towards him with long eyelashes, like a Blue swallowtail butterflies fluttering toward him.

His intentions couldn't be more obvious, Feng Yeran covered his lips abruptly.

Feng Hua kissed the back of his hand, which was soft and warm to the touch. It seemed that he could smell the fragrance of orange juice, as well as the unique aroma of Feng Hua, which was getting stronger and stronger these days.

Feng Yeran's eyes widened, so frightened that he was speechless.

Feng Hua's breath was close at hand, and his voice was almost begging: "This is the gift I want, isn't it?"

—To be continued

The author has something to say:

Thank you very much Beiming Youyu for your very serious long comment, so happy~

Thank you very much for the two grenades thrown by Ryoko Iceland, you are the motivation for me to write this article!

Thank you very much for the three mines that Ming Lan threw, Mua took a bite~

Thank you very much for the mines Ming Beibei threw, take a rub~

Thank you very much for the 2 landmines that Yuyu also feigned, the breakthrough in this chapter is not happy~

Thank you very much for the mines thrown by the braised fish balls, alright~

Updated earlier this week.

Today, I communicated with the editor, but unfortunately, this article cannot be on the list due to the subject matter. This means that this article cannot get the list, cannot be exposed, and will remain cold.

This is a big blow to me, it's like giving birth to a baby, but my father doesn't recognize him, obviously I love him so much TT

So kids, don't read Bawang's essays, you should bubbling more, so that I have the motivation to keep writing.

Due to this incident, I am also thinking carefully about the subject matter of my writing. Should I also write something formal and positive

But then I think this is very positive energy! (whacking and crying)