Jiang Weimian obviously only bought one apartment, but he felt that he could soon own another apartment with three bedrooms and one living room. No, he might dig out an entire underground palace. He stood as far away from Xiao Jinang as possible, then raised his collar to block his face, and spent the most embarrassing and difficult half hour in his life.
Fuck, it’s really embarrassing.
However, those beasts in the group who were watching the fun and not taking it too seriously were still urging him to ask if he had received Xiao Jinang.
Shen Liang: Have you received Little King Kong? What does he look like? Hurry up and blast the photos! ! I'm going to bed in two hours! !
As an author who once died suddenly after staying up late, Shen Liang spent his life refusing to stay up late.
Chu Xinian was also a little curious about this issue: the system is a non-human creature. Generally speaking, it should be able to adjust its appearance data by itself. To sum up, his human form should not be too ugly.
Chen Xiao raised his eyebrows, saying one sentence that could make people choke to death: What if the aesthetics of Little King Kong are the kind of shiny polyhedron shape
The group suddenly fell into dead silence because of his words.
Shiny? Will it shine? polyhedron
Wouldn't it scare people to death if you walked down the street like this
But I have to say that they are more curious about Xiao Jinang's human form.
Tang Yan: Can he fight? Ugh, I mean does he have muscles? Why don't you take a photo to see
Rong Xuan: A friendly reminder, without my consent, this kind of behavior may infringe on other people's portrait rights... But Little King Kong is not a human being, and we don't use it for profit, so it doesn't matter, you can take it.
Jiang Weimian read the group messages, then looked at Xiao Jinang, who was still doing serious research in front of the shelves. He was silent for a moment, and finally raised his phone from a distance and took a picture of his side face:
"Crack!"
If you want to die in society, let's die in society together. In short, he can't be the only one embarrassed.
Jiang Weimian directly sent the photo to the group.
In a sense, Chu Xinian's guess was correct. When the system generated the humanoid, it would automatically select the best option, so all the proportions of the appearance were close to perfect.
So even if Xiao Jinang lives like a carefree mentally retarded child, his handsome puppy appearance will still attract the heads of girls on the street.
When everyone in the group saw the photo, they all clicked their tongues in unison, thinking that they looked really human.
Shen Liang touched his chin, thoughtfully: Is he Little King Kong? Well, he's not as handsome as me, but he's pretty good... Wait, what is he holding? !
Shen Liang stared at the photo, his expression changed slightly, and suddenly he felt as if he had discovered something extraordinary.
Jiang Weimian's face was expressionless: As you can see, condoms.
Chu Xinian enlarged the photo and found that it was a condom. He couldn't help but be a little surprised: Why did he buy this
In the hearts of most hosts, Little King Kong is still the pure little King Kong. Although the other party occasionally turns into a yellow diamond, he still cannot change his pure character. Things like condoms simply have nothing to do with him.
Jiang Weimian sneered and directly quoted Xiao Jinang's words and replied: Use it.
Otherwise, what else can you do? Blowing up balloons
Rong Xuan: Who taught him? You
Jiang Weimian felt that this was really the most outrageous joke he had heard this year: Do you think I would teach him such pornographic knowledge for no reason
Wait, yellow knowledge
As soon as Jiang Weimian finished speaking, he suddenly realized something. He subconsciously glanced at the group members' information, only to see the name of a certain scum listed. Although the avatar was always gray and offline, it still couldn't stop the doubts that suddenly rose in his heart.
Jiang Weimian narrowed his eyes suspiciously, forgetting to avoid suspicion for a moment, and walked up to Xiao Jinang calmly: "Who taught you to buy these things? Sang Feiwan?"
Xiao Jinang had already picked out almost all the products he needed, and his arms were full. When he heard this, he raised his head in surprise and asked curiously: "Huh? How do you know?"
Sang Feiwan gave him numerous warnings not to tell others. How did Jiang Weimian know
Jiang Weimian exhaled slowly after hearing the words, thinking that this is the case. He said how could Xiao Jinang suddenly become like this? It turns out that those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to yellow are red.
Jiang Weimian: "What else did he teach you?"
Xiao Jinang was about to speak, but was interrupted by Jiang Weimian raising his hand: "...Forget it, don't say anything, I don't want to hear it, go and pay the bill quickly."
In public, he still wanted to have some face.
Xiao Jinang had no choice but to go to the counter to check out with a bunch of things in his arms. He asked Jiang Weimian kindly, "Do you want it? Can I share it with you?"
Jiang Weimian didn't say anything, covered his face with his collar, turned around and left the convenience store, and went directly to the door to wait. He couldn't afford to embarrass this person.
At that time, I had been waiting at home tomorrow morning for Xiao Jinang to come back.
He sat on the sofa in the living room, motionless. He only felt that the room was so quiet that it made people uncomfortable, as if he had returned to the time when he lived alone overnight, and the smell of decay and death had never gone away.
Ming Zhou lowered his head and stroked his mobile phone, as if he wanted to do something, but in the end he did nothing and put the mobile phone back on the coffee table. He didn't know when Xiao Jinang left, but he always felt that a long time had passed, and the feeling of no news made him restless.
There was a kitten lying on the floor. It was curled up in Xiao Jinang's coat, but at some point it stumbled out, bumped into Mingzhou's legs, and stepped on his slippers with its paws.
"Meow~"
The small and weak meow of a cat broke the silence in the air, and finally brought Ming Zhou back to his senses. He heard the meowing of a cat at his feet, and later realized that there was another cat at home. He slowly sat a little closer to the sofa, trying to avoid this weak and good at escaping animal.
He doesn't really like cats that much.
Or maybe it's more than just cats.
He resisted contact with anything alive because of the endless trouble it would bring, such as the cat that seemed to be haunting him now.
If the nurse hadn't said that the cat had been fed water and cat food, Mingzhou would have thought that the cat was hungry, but the cat was obviously not hungry. It just wanted to find someone to play with, and kept spinning around Mingzhou's legs.
He couldn't see it tomorrow, and the cat was so young that he didn't know how to avoid it. If he made the slightest move, he might accidentally step on it. Then that fool Xiao Jinang had to go around looking for so-called friends to borrow money for this stray cat he picked up. Cats heal.
That's so stupid...
Tomorrow breathed out slowly, leaned over and groped to grab the cat. In his palm was a ball of furry texture, like a glass product that would break with the slightest touch. He groped for Xiao Jinang's coat on the ground, then put the cat in and turned off the living room light with a click, hoping that the furry thing would go to sleep quickly.
After finishing all this tomorrow, I went to the bathroom to wash my hands, and finally gave up the living room and returned to my bedroom. He was sitting in front of the desk, and there was still a secret pain somewhere behind him, and he was not comfortable no matter how he sat.
When people are happy, they are inevitably accompanied by pain. In the dead of night, the pain will become clearer and come over again like a wave, reminding you to remember that man.
I closed my eyes tomorrow and didn't know what I was thinking about. There was never much expression on his face. He always had a calm expression, with the elegance and stability unique to his age. But at this moment, he couldn't help but frown, even though it was only for a moment.
It hurts a little.
Can't tell why.
Tomorrow felt that he needed to think about something else. In order to divert his attention and kill time, he groped for paper and pen from the drawer. This seemed to be the only thing he could do now.
People can never take away the sun, but in the dead of night, when everyone else is asleep, and you open the window and look out, the moon can be yours alone...
The endless flow of people under the high-rise buildings are like ants and lackeys, reflecting the appearance of each of us. But in fact, most people are "spiders". The criss-crossing spider webs are like a world, representing your relatives and friends.
No one in this world can be alone, but I am an outlier.
I don't have those things, like a spider that can't spin a web, out of tune with the world.
Xiao Jinang is different from me. Although he has no relatives, he can still have many friends. I know this idea is wrong, but I still can't control it...
Tomorrow paused, leaving tiny holes one after another on the paper, and finally admitted this fact:
I couldn't allow him to have anything closer than me.
This idea started to grow wildly from the moment he received the call. Xiao Jinang is like the sun in the sky, but sometimes I still don't know whether his appearance has cured me or pushed me into an abyss of despair. After all, I have never had such morbid thoughts before.
I suddenly remembered my nominal father. It was such an ordinary afternoon when he abandoned me and that woman. He made an excuse that he had to work overtime and never came back.
The woman had been sitting on the sofa waiting for him.
The woman prepared the meal, paced back and forth in the living room, and then began to wash clothes and do hygiene. But until the food went rancid and she washed all the clothes in the closet, the man still didn't come back.
Not every story has an ending, but fate seems to have already given an ending.
I can't live like that woman, at least, I can't live like a madman.
But I still want to pick the sun.
I don't want the moon, I just want the sun...
I want that sun to belong to me alone, and no one can peek out of the corner of my eye.
Tomorrow left one hole after another on the paper, and the sound of the kraft paper being punctured was particularly obvious in the room. The fingertips he held the pen with so much force even felt faintly numb and stiff, and he finally had no choice but to let go of the pen.
Ming Tian sat on the chair, slowly raised his hand, and held his index finger in his mouth. He frowned slightly because he tasted a rusty taste on the tip of his tongue, probably because he accidentally pricked his hand while writing.
But he had no time to take care of such small wounds tomorrow. He remembered the mobile phone left on the coffee table in the living room, slowly pulled out his chair and stood up, preparing to call Xiao Jinang.
He wanted to tell the other person that it was time to go home.
Any later and the pet store will be closed.
After all, they have a cat, right
For the first time in his life, Ming Zhou felt that raising a cat was not without its benefits. However, just as he was groping towards the living room, there was a sudden knock on the door:
"Tuk-tuk-tuk-"
Xiao Jinang carried too many things and couldn't open the door.