Chapter 55

The method of hugging Fu Qianyuan used is to hug the princess at the waist.

Fu Fanren is not serious, so carrying him home like this is nothing to Fu Qianyuan, but he is 1.8 meters tall. No matter what Fu Qianyuan thinks, he first feels that this posture is awkward, inconsistent and embarrassing.

The little baby struggled in his arms, his voice aggrieved: "I don't like being held like this."

Fu Qianyuan was so soft-hearted that he didn't want to give up the opportunity to have close contact with his baby. After thinking about it, he asked softly: "Why should I carry you on my back?"

The little baby tilted his head and looked at him. His eyes were blurred with black and white because of the drunkenness, but his eyes were very serious, as if he was thinking about his words.

Fu Qianyuan was waiting quietly.

After a while, I saw the cub in my arms twitching his nose and shook his head: "It's not good, it will hurt and feel uncomfortable."

Little sweet bag.

Fu Qianyuan smiled helplessly, leaned over and put the pampered cub in his arms on the bench and sat down. He knelt on one knee in front of him, his voice was suppressed very lightly: "But I want to hold you, I really want to.

, What should I do?"

Why is this person not reserved at all?

The little baby was a little shy and a little happy. He opened his wet eyes and asked, "Do you really want to?"

Fu Qianyuan nodded with a smile: "I really want to do it."

A baby is a good baby who is easy to be soft-hearted. Seeing the person in front of him, he can't bear to reject him.

But what should I do?

The little baby tilted his head and fell into deep thought, looking very serious. The tenderness in Fu Qianyuan's eyes was almost about to become substantial. He didn't speak, but just looked at him with a smile. After about seven or eight minutes, the thoughtful baby finally had an idea.

, raising his hand and pointing a little at the center of his eyebrows. After the white warm light, the young man with long legs and thin waist slowly turned into a soft white plush ball in front of Fu Qianyuan's eyes.

Amber eyes are warm and soft.

The tail was still shaking.

The white and fluffy little cub was obviously very happy, with his eyes curled into a crescent curve: "This way you can hold it. I won't feel uncomfortable even if you are convenient for you. Isn't it particularly great? I think...ah!"

The sudden sound shocked Fu Qianyuan. He looked down and found that the herbal tea next to him had lost its support and fell down, and it was impartially hitting the little cub's claw.

Looking up again, the spoiled cub's eyes were covered with mist.

Fu Qianyuan felt so distressed that he hurriedly picked him up and rubbed the claw that was hit: "Does it hurt?"

Actually it doesn't hurt much.

But this does not prevent the grievances of the Yazi baby.

The little baby sniffs: "Muff it again."

Fu Qianyuan held up his claws and continued to rub them.

After rubbing this for three minutes, the aggrieved baby was finally satisfied and looked at him again: "You haven't said that you are very good."

Fu Qianyuan was stunned for a moment before he realized that the little cub in front of him was actually asking for praise. He couldn't help but smile and kissed him on his paws: "Yes, it's very good, and smart."

The little baby shook his tail happily: "Didn't you say you want to take me home? Let's go."

Fu Qianyuan nodded softly, holding herbal tea in his hand, holding his cub in his arms, and slowly walked towards the direction of the home.

It's almost ten o'clock now, the voices are gentle and the evening breeze is cool.

While walking forward, Fu Qianyuan looked down at the little cub in his arms from time to time. The white plush ball was nestled there with his eyes closed, but he was not asleep. His tail was still shaking, and occasionally he would sweep over Fu Qianyuan's hand.

Fu Qianyuan's eyes were gentle and indulgent, and his voice was light like the wind: "Don't you want to sleep?"

Fu Tong looked up at him, his eyes were misty because of drunkenness: "I can't sleep, can you tell me a story?"

He was always like this many years ago when he was on Longxun Mountain. He couldn't sleep without listening to the story at night, but he didn't pick on the content of the story. He could do whatever he said, as if he just wanted to fall asleep to listen to Fu Qianyuan's voice.

The soft little baby opened his wet eyes and asked him if he could tell a story with his little breasts. For a moment, Fu Qianyuan felt that they had returned to the past. At that time, the weather was warm and the days were warm, and there were clouds above the fog.

There is no gap between them for more than 1,500 years, and the person in his arms is still the carefree and smiling baby at any time.

Fu Qianyuan's eyes were slightly sunken. The little boy in his arms waited for a while before he could tell a story. He tilted his head in confusion and asked, "Don't you want to tell me?"

Fu Qianyuan came back to his senses: "No."

He hugged the plush ball up and kissed his face, his voice softly: "I'm just thinking about what to tell, I can't just use a very ordinary story to perfunctory you, right?"

The soft little cub is easy to coax: "Then have you thought about it now?"

Fu Qianyuan nodded: "I want to tell you a story about a little boy who is as cute as you. Do you want to hear it?"

Fu Tong nodded.

Fu Qianyuan lowered his eyes and rubbed his ears, and then used a very light voice to tell the softest story in his heart.

"There is a mountain at the edge of the southwest, named Longxun Mountain, and there are many monsters living on it, including a very boring Canglong. He was born on Longxun Mountain and lived on Longxun Mountain, and he didn't know how to stay in the mountain.

Many years have passed, and people are... people are not interesting, because there are so many things he has seen in his life. Many things come and go in his long life, but nothing he can keep

He had no choice but to live a repetitive life on the mountain. He thought it would be like this for countless years, until one day, when he went to the top of the mountain to watch the snow and crossed the corner,

A cub ran towards him and then crashed into his arms."

"This little cub was very embarrassed at the time. His white fur was dirty and he couldn't tell the original color at all. It was messy, but his eyes were very bright, it was a very clear, clean and warm lake color, on his tail

Gou Gou is also very cute. When this dragon saw him, he thought to himself, I want this cub and I want to take him home."

"So he asked, if the baby in his arms would like to go home with him. He was actually very nervous and nervous at that time, afraid that he would not agree. Fortunately, although the baby hesitated for a long time, he finally agreed.

Now.”

"He took the baby home, watched the flowers and played with him and picked fruits with him. The baby had a good personality and was cute even when he was angry. This dragon liked him very much.

In the top of his heart, possessiveness arises. He can't control himself and does not want to control the crazy desire in his heart. So when he was just 200 years old, he had just grown up and had not had time to contact the outside world to meet other people.

I chose to confess to him, and the cub naturally agreed. He was very cute when he was shy. He covered his eyes with his paws and dared not look at him, but his tail was shaking constantly, soft and furry, and he hid in his heart.

I can't hide it, I...you don't know how much that dragon likes him."

"That was the most beautiful period in the dragon's heart. With this little cub, he realized that he could also have countless affections and the tender attachment that was about to overflow from his heart...

After 40 years passed in a flash. Later, one day, the boring dragon made the cute little boy angry and even hid him outside. The dragon went out to find him, but left

Halfway through, because of something suddenly, he didn't have time to take the rest of the road home, and even had no time to say goodbye to him, so he hurriedly left Long Xun

Mountain."

"Later, the cub began to wait for him on the mountain for one year, two years, three years... slowly, slowly, waiting for him for 1,500 years."

Fu Qianyuan lowered his eyes: "Baby, do you guess he has waited for that dragon?"

The white plush ball lay in his arms, without saying a word, and his tail was not shaken.

Fu Qianyuan stroked his fingers little by little across the back of his baby's back, his eyes full of pain, and then he continued to say the following words: "...he didn't."

"That dragon is too incompetent and too annoying, so it hasn't come back for a whole thousand five hundred years. The cub can't wait, and gradually can't wait. Finally, he went down the mountain after 1,500 years...

But just nine years later, the dragon suddenly reappeared in front of him, disturbing the life of the baby and doing a lot of things he didn't like. The baby was unwilling to forgive him or accept him.

This dragon was so silly and used all means to pester him. He knew that this was annoying and he didn't want to do this, but he really couldn't think of a better way, baby, you said... that baby cub

Will you still be willing to forgive him?"

The story finally came to an end here. Fu Qianyuan looked down, but the little baby in his arms was still lying in his arms without moving, but a warm and wet feeling came from his wrist.

At first he thought it was a herbal tea cup and bag, but later he found that the wet feeling came from Fu Tong's eyes.

His little cub cried.

Fu Qianyuan suddenly stopped, and his heart seemed to be stuck in thousands of sharp thorns, causing dense pain.

Meng Qi never cried. He loved to laugh. His eyes were always curved into the curve of a crescent moon, and he always looked carefree. Fu Qianyuan told him countless times to protect this little cub and let him

He can always stand there and smile happily, but in the end it was because of him, the softest Meng Qi disappeared, and Fu Tong, who was separated from the distant faces, walked down from Longxun Mountain with his body covered in wind and frost.

Fu Tonghui frowned, would cry silently, would look outside with thorns all over his body, and even his smile seemed to be covered with masks, not a single trace of it in his heart.

Fu Qianyuan felt so painful in his heart that he had a lot to say, but his throat was so hard that he couldn't say anything.

After all, he was silent. His palms stroked the back of the cub in his arms again and again, and walked towards home again. After about ten minutes, he stopped outside the unit building, looked down and looked over.

I found that the cried baby was already sleeping.

Fu Qianyuan's voice was very soft: "Baby?"

The baby was sleeping very well, and the heat from his breathing sprinkled evenly on his wrist.

It can cause pain.

Fu Qianyuan didn't continue to quarrel at him, so he went upstairs and carefully placed him on the bedroom bed. Beside the soft bedding, the little baby shook his tail in his sleep, and then fell asleep again in a moment.

But Fu Qianyuan lost any sleepiness.

He lay next to Fu Tong, thinking about the past while watching the sleeping baby, quietly and cautiously, and insomnia all night.

The author has something to say: he actually wanted to cry when he was writing it in the middle.

When I get older, my heart is soft.
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