Accompanied by the sound of dogs barking.
"Madison, it's me." West knocked on the door and listened to what was going on inside, "I brought you some chicken soup~"
"I'm not sick." Madison opened the door.
This is the back side of the mill, the living area, which is necessary. The largest room belongs to Madison, the owner of the mill.
Madison glanced at the thermos flask that West was shaking in his hand, curled his lips, took it, pulled up his hat and let the door open, "Come in." He glared when he turned around and crouched in preparation. Demon Leon, who also came in, closed the door.
"Nice home~" West looked at Madison's home. It was not big enough to see clearly at a glance, but it had quite complete specifications, including a living room, bedroom, kitchen and bathroom, and there seemed to be a small yard at the back.
Madison walked directly to the kitchen, touched a bowl, and poured chicken soup, "Sorry about yesterday..." Madison didn't know how to describe yesterday's situation, so he automatically omitted it, "How did you go back?"
"Teacher Morris sent me back." West sat down on the sofa and put down his bag. Please don't be surprised at all - he took out the black cat from the bag, "Biscuit~Madison's home~first Come this time~ Be obedient~ Be good~”
"Meow." The black cat jumped off West's lap and began to patrol.
"Haha." West ignored it and watched with a smile as Madison drank the soup with a spoon, "Your dog scared the biscuit~"
Madison has a dog? No-
"Not my dog, Leon's." Cerberus materialized.
"Haha, it's so easy to be your employee~ You can also raise a dog~" West watched the black cat disappear at the door of the bedroom, "Don't touch Madison's things~" was a reminder.
"Aim." The answer
Madison pouted, "Thank you for coming to see me, I'm fine. The soup is delicious, thank you."
"I'm glad you like it~" West waved his hand a little shyly, "I bought it from a convenience store. I'm a terrible cook, so I just heated it up."
This did not affect Madison's mood for drinking soup, "Still, thank you."
The black cat's inspection was almost over, and it came out of the bedroom again, tapping its tail and heading straight to the bathroom. As if you don't need to care.
West seemed to have nothing to do on the sofa. He flipped through the newspaper on the coffee table and looked for a topic. "It was a pity that you didn't go yesterday. Teacher Morris said this when he accompanied me to the sharing group." He started to imitate. , "'Huh, it's a pity that Madison guy missed this thing. Huh, he will probably like the stories these guys shared'. Haha, you know the teacher's tone."
"Mean?" Madison curled her lips and waved her hands. Her heartbeat was a little fast. She was hesitant but irresistible to ask, "So, in the sharing group yesterday... Well, what did those people say?"
"Well." West didn't seem to care much about current affairs. He kept turning the pages of the newspaper and didn't read the content seriously. He didn't know why today's Barton news was too boring. "Mr. Morris is right. , they are all stories that doubt life." He raised his eyebrows, "It's quite uncomfortable to hear. It makes people feel that there is something irresistible, controlling ordinary people's lives." Then there was a complete digression, in the newspaper The moment the flipping stopped, "Newton's city hall is down? Poor guy."
The black cat popped up in the bathroom, "Meow."
"Ah! Biscuits!" West paused for a while on the newspaper and his eyes were immediately drawn away by his pet. "What did you do~" He gave Madison an apologetic look and quickly walked to the bathroom -
The black cat is covered in white. Well, short hair? Covered, the little red tongue is still adding those white hairs.
Madison tensed up, put down the soup bowl, and walked towards the bathroom. When West picked up the cat, he looked at the bathroom with a gloomy face.
The white short hair that was originally concentrated in the bathtub was messed up and scattered all over the floor.
West quickly stroked the white hair on his biscuit and twisted it up, a little confused, "Madison? Is this your hair?"
Madison subconsciously pulled the brim of his hat again, without answering, and held up the short hair that the cat had gotten out of the bathroom with some annoyance.
"I'll do it." West first raised the cat in his arms, "Bad Biscuit!" He put the cat on the sink, "Don't prepare to move, Bad Biscuit!" Then he looked at Madison strangely, There was something wrong with the sight, because it was not directed at Madison's eyes, but at the hairline that was obscured by the brim of the hat. "In your own home, Madison, you are still wearing a hat."
Madison pursed her lips and made no move.
West sighed and began to look around the bathroom.
It was probably an ordinary single man's bathroom, with no extraneous bottles and jars. What was noteworthy was the hair clipper still placed on the edge of the bathtub. Yes, even the kind that allows the scalp to breathe completely by pressing it on the head and pushing directly.
What is even more noteworthy is that there is a freshly opened box and instructions next to the hair clipper.
West looked at Madison and said, "I'm not a good cook, but I trimmed the hair on the biscuits myself~"
"Meow."
Madison's face started to turn red. The hand that slowly rises ten degrees and then falls five degrees may take a year to lift to the hat, but this action can already express one's feelings.
West smiled and waved his hand, "Shave it clean and clean it up together~ Stay here~" After leaving the bathroom, before Madison could say anything else, he had already moved a stool back, still holding a bucket in his hand, probably The plastic wrap from the kitchen, "Sit down."
First, put plastic wrap on Madison's shoulders, just for protection. Then he pointed Madison’s head towards the mirror of the sink and said, “I’m going to take off your hat~”
Madison looked at herself above the black cat's head, pursed her lips, and didn't want to speak.
"Meow~"
The hat has been taken off. Have you ever seen a bald lawn that has been trampled on? Well, we all know that when people trample on the lawn, most people still have a little bit of consciousness, that is, they walk along the bald path. The bald areas are barren of grass and dense. The place was lush and green, exactly like Madison's head now.
"Biscuit! Don't laugh at Madison~" West said this, covering his mouth and picking up the hair clipper, "Sir, do you want any hairstyle~"
"Hahaha, that's funny." Madison pouted, as if he had a choice now. His eyes were uncontrollably drawn by the black cat's swaying tail, "Shave them all off!"
"Yes, sir!" West smiled and opened the hair clipper, which was considered a consolation. "Madison, your head is really round~ It should look good~"
"Thank you." Madison accepted the comfort that was almost sympathetic.
More and more white short hair fell on the plastic wrap on his shoulders, and West suddenly spoke, irrelevant to the situation, "Let me write a story about you, Madison."
"What… "
The head that just tried to turn around was held down by West, "Don't move! I don't want you to get hurt~ Haha, don't mind, I've already started it~ I'll show it to you when I'm done~ You'll like it~"
"Meow~"
Madison looked at the black cat with its head tilted as if it were laughing, frightened? Yes, panic, panic that your head is being grasped? No - "Please, please don't write me to death..."
"Haha, you are so funny Madison~ Of course not~ You are my friend~ Right Biscuit~ Madison is our friend~"
"Aim~"(.)