Chapter 15 15 "I'm more fierce than you, I'm super fierce!"...

The kids' game ended early. The little yellow-haired kids ate their meal obediently, played two games, and then dispersed.

Meiguo successfully got a midnight snack, and after tasting the sweetness, she couldn't stop herself and kept watching Feng Ci closely like a thief.

"Brother Feng, are you going out? Take me with you."

Feng Ci: "No."

It's hard enough to take care of children at home, why would he be so desperate as to go out and be a father? He doesn't have that much free time.

Old man Feng Ci's only hobbies are morning jogging and playing games. He lay on the sofa looking at the calendar. There were only ten days left until the Chinese New Year.

Since he was fifteen, he has been celebrating the New Year alone. He didn't feel much about it. He would play games all night as usual and then sleep all day, and the new year would pass by.

Feng Ci's gaze couldn't help but fall on the little figure standing by the window watering the plants. He rubbed his temples with his fingers and thought, "Tsk, it's such a hassle to have a little troublemaker at home."

Feeling the gaze from behind, Meiguo turned her head and faced Feng Ci head-on.

The child responded with a bright silly smile, then put down the kettle and jumped over to him.

"Brother Feng, please don't leave me and sneak out."

"...I understand. Go and have your fun."

"You won't bring it in vain, I'll show you something good."

Feng Ci had a blank expression and no expectations, but sure enough, it was another bottle of Little Witch brand hot pot water.

This bottle has been stored for a while, and its color is darker than hot pot water, but according to the little witch, the taste and efficacy remain unchanged, so there is no need to worry too much.

——How can I not be worried? !

Feng Ci's eyelids trembled: "Are you going to give me rat poison again?"

"This is a magic potion." Berry didn't like to hear the word "medicine". "The little witch has cast a spell on this magic potion. It can be sold for five star stones."

"So cheap? Then I won't drink it."

Berry: "You should drink it. If you drink it, you won't get black smoke and your body will smell good."

Feng Ci understood and raised his eyebrows: "Is this something that can help me quit smoking?"

"Yeah yeah."

Feng Ci hesitated. Cigarettes were not good things, but they could indeed relieve his stress at certain times. Even if he quit now, there was no guarantee that he would not pick it up again in the future.

The most important thing is that the hot pot water from last time left a huge shadow on him.

Last time he had a lot of blood and didn't get burned silly, but if he's unlucky enough to not be able to hold on this time and wakes up as a fool who can only babble, then he might as well just smoke, at least he's suffering from chronic poisoning.

"I don't want to drink." Feng Ci said indifferently, "Take it back."

"Why?"

"You think you're feeling better just because you have a fever. You're just kidding."

Meiguo held up the small bottle and said, "It will cool down quickly this time, Brother Feng. You will get cold."

?

He provided her with good food and drink, but she actually hoped that he would die. Feng Ci felt very disappointed.

"Brother Feng, do you want to say #￥%&!"

Feng Ci was stunned and immediately covered her mouth: "Who taught you to say these things? Don't learn."

Meiguo puffed out her chest, pried the big hands off her face, and said proudly, "I heard you say it many times last night. I remember it all."

She was clearly asleep in the second half of the night, but they only started playing games when they heard her snoring. Could it be that the child was pretending to be asleep?

Feng Ci just felt a headache.

"Brother Feng, what does #￥%* mean?"

"It's not a good thing, so don't learn it."

"I see. It's meant to be insulting, right?"

There was no way to respond to this, so Feng Ci remained silent.

Meiguo raised her chin proudly. "Swearing is like the neighbor next door always pulling her husband's ears and calling him a stinky mushroom blooming in a swamp. Brother Feng, do you understand?"

"It doesn't matter whether I understand or not. What matters is that you don't understand."

Children usually can't learn good things, but they can easily learn bad things. It was his carelessness that allowed Berry to take advantage of the opportunity.

Feng Ci's face was stern, and his voice was deep and fierce: "Here, if children swear, they will go to jail. Jail means they will lock you up in a small dark room and not give you food or water until you completely change your ways."

The child shrugged and said, "Then I'd better not tell you."

Feng Ci thought for a moment and said, "But if someone bullies you, you can just scold them back."

"Oh, okay." Berry nodded obediently, "I'll remember it all."

I had just said it the day before, but I didn't expect it to come in handy the next day. The reason was that Feng Ci was queuing to pay at the supermarket, and an old man with a child and his grandson cut in line.

Perhaps because he thought Feng Ci was easy to bully, he boldly stepped in front of the two of them. The old man's grandson turned around and saw Meiguo wearing a witch's cloak. For some reason, he made provocative faces at Meiguo and laughed.

Feng Ci's fist hardened at that moment, but he forced himself to endure it and observe Berry's reaction.

The malice was overwhelming, and Meiguo was indeed angry. Relying on Feng Ci being by her side, she rolled up her sleeves with a fierce look on her face, as if to say, "If a tiger doesn't show its might, do you think I'm sick?"

After seeing Meiguo's movements, Feng Ci heaved a sigh of relief and began to prepare for battle.

However, the expected chaos did not come. Berry pulled down her eyelids with her little hands, rolled her eyes upwards, and said loudly:

"I'm fiercer than you, I'm super fierce!"

“…”

Fengci: Black question mark face jpg.

What is she doing? Is she trying to kill him with cuteness?

The little boy was stunned for a moment, puffing up his cheeks in dissatisfaction: "You little foreign devil, you are so ugly!"

"I'm not a ghost, I'm a beautiful real person. If you don't believe me, touch me."

The little boy snorted coldly. He caught a glimpse of the airplane model in Berry's shopping cart. His eyes lit up and he leaned over to take it: "I want this toy, give it to me!"

That won’t work. That was the first toy Brother Feng bought for Meiguo, and she hasn’t even started playing with it yet.

"I won't give it to you." Berry put her arm in front of the shopping cart to protect it. "There's more in there, go get it yourself."

The rice in your own bowl will never be as delicious as the rice in other people’s bowls. This is basically a common problem among all naughty children.

Blaming all the mistakes on others is a common problem among parents.

The little girl of Sun Zihe started to make a fuss, and the protective old man immediately joined the battlefield, responding with words left and right.

"My grandson wants you to give it to him. The supermarket is not out of stock. You can just go get another one!"

Feng Ci laughed, staring at the grandfather and grandson with a very gloomy look. He was 1.87 meters tall, two heads taller than the old man. His sour face gave people the cold and grim feeling of a casino thug. The oppressive feeling was so strong that it made people around him feel a little scared.

"Lao Deng is baptized!"

Berry, already ignited by the desire to fight, pushed Feng Ci away, speaking with great momentum and fragrance: "I #￥%*@you#￥%!"

Everyone felt as if they were listening to heavenly music and their ears were suddenly enlightened.

The old man was scolded by a little kid and he flew into a rage on the spot, raising his arms to teach Berry a lesson.

Feng Ci raised his hand to block, then lay down on the ground with Meiguo in his arms. He calmly took out his phone and said, "Everyone, get out of the way. I'm mentally ill. If anyone touches me again, I'll beat them up!"

This time the old man was at a loss, his fist stuck in mid-air and retracted in disappointment. There was nothing he could do. Everyone knows that mental patients have privileges. Being beaten to death or disabled by a mental patient is just bad luck. The mental patient does not have to pay any price. They are truly ruthless people who will kill any god or Buddha they meet.

"Stop scaring me, I also have high blood pressure!"

Feng Ci sneered: "Okay, then let me see which is harder, your bones or my fist."

The old man suddenly became scared. It was not easy for him to live to his age. Getting beaten again would be no different from losing his life. It was not worth it. He still wanted to live a few more years.

Feng Ci and Meiguo won a great victory. On the way back, Meiguo shook her head and asked:

"Brother Feng, what is mental illness? Why are people so afraid of it?"

As soon as Brother Feng said he was mentally ill, everyone stepped back and tried to avoid him.

"It's a very serious disease. It won't kill you for now, so don't worry."

Meiguo didn't understand, but she knew that being sick was not a good thing. She leaned gently on Feng Ci's shoulder and patted him:

"Brother Feng, everyone is afraid of you, but I'm not afraid of you. Don't be sad."

Feng Ci's expression didn't change much, and his steps became lighter unconsciously.

Then, the child whispered into his ear, "So, can you hold me for a while longer?"

Message:...

“I’m so tired from walking.”

*

In the blink of an eye, a month had passed, Meiguo was still staying at home, but Feng Ci seemed to have forgotten to send her to the police station.

She has become accustomed to living in his house, and she would definitely not be used to moving to another place. She might even cry. Others don't have as much patience as he does, and she would cry even louder if they scolded her.

In fact, it’s not that he can’t afford to raise berries. As long as he spends frugally, the pocket money he saves is enough to raise ten berries.

Well, just think of it as having a little pet.

Feng Ci silently sealed the one-month agreement and never mentioned it again.

The small potted berry plants sprouted, and Feng Ci was the first to discover it.

Ever since Berry planted the seeds, he placed the potted plants on the windowsill to bask in the sun. He watered them every two or three days, and sometimes even forgot to water them. He felt like he was just being careless and wished the dad was alive to take care of the kids.

Feng Ci once thought that the potted plant would die, but unexpectedly it sprouted in the first week. The tender green and slender sprouts broke through the soil overnight, adding a touch of bright color of life to the bare potted plant.

The newly born buds are as tender and fragile as human babies, and their shapes cannot be seen for the time being.

Berry said it was Rolandra.

When the Roland grass grew a little bigger, Feng Ci used the photo recognition function to search for Roland grass and found that the one that looked most like it was Orchid grass, which also had slender and dense roots and would bloom gorgeous purple-blue flowers.

But Berry said that the hyacinth would not bloom.

After the sedge sprouted, Berry looked after it very carefully, visiting it three times a day.

Feng Ci glanced at her lazily: "The other potted plants have sprouted too, why don't you seem to be so interested? Do you like Rolandia?"

“I love it so much!”

"Roland grass can be sold for a lot of small coins." Meiguo raised a finger and said rhythmically, "One Roland grass can be exchanged for one hundred star stones!"

Star Stone is the circulating currency in the magical world. Feng Ci roughly calculated that one hundred Star Stones are approximately equivalent to one thousand RMB.

A single blade of grass can be sold for a thousand yuan, which is not cheap in the modern world.

Feng Ci touched his chin and looked at the ordinary little pot of grass: "Can Roland grass cure diseases and save lives?"

"cannot."

"Beauty and skin care?"

"cannot."

"Then why does it cost a hundred star stones?" Feng Ci guessed, "Could it be because it looks good?"

No matter in which world, there is always a shortage of people who are stupid and have a lot of money, and if something looks good, there will be a lot of people rushing to buy it.

However, Feng Ci unexpectedly guessed wrong.

"No, no."

Berry waved her hands and said with a grin, "Because it can grow elves."

ha?

"What the hell?"

Berry gestured excitedly: "Little elf baby, grandma said she planted an elf when she was young, and the elf could sing elf songs, oooh~"

After hearing her words, Feng Ci looked a little confused.

A single-celled organism gave birth to, oh no, a multicellular organism.

A multicellular organism's mother is a single-celled organism.

Ah, is this still Chinese characters?

Feng Ci can provide Meiguo with an energy gem once, and Meiguo is already grateful. Gems are hard to find, and she cannot pin all her hopes on Brother Feng.

That would be too pitiful for Brother Feng.

The hardworking little witch has to work hard to make magic potions to increase her magic power.

So she planted a bunch of grass, and she wanted to try her luck with the seeds that her grandmother left her that contained magical plants.

Feng Ci talks about prosperity, strength and democracy, but his body is extremely honest. He must not let go of the grass that will grow elves.

"Berry, come and water the plants."

"Berry, there's a bug in the potted plant, come and kill it!"

"Berry, why are its leaves turning yellow?"

"Berry—"

The little witch, who originally just wanted to leisurely plant plants, was now extremely busy. Not only did she have to take care of more than twenty potted plants at the same time, but she also had to answer questions for the curious Feng Ci.

The soft and mild child gradually became annoyed.

When Feng Ci called him again, the child, unable to bear it any longer, pushed him onto the sofa, covered him with a small blanket, and turned on the TV:

"Brother Feng, please take a rest, okay?"

The Roland grass of the President Elf activated Feng Ci's second personality, allowing Meiguo to witness the horror of a middle school boy.

In the quiet living room at midnight, a wandering soul-like figure floated out from the bedroom and stood in front of the windowsill with a clear purpose.

In the moonlight, his shadow was as tall and slender as a giant.

"Now that you're here, come over here." Feng Ci beckoned Xiu Xiu with a finger. "Look at how the potted plants are growing. Isn't it pretty good?"

There was a crisp sound of pounding the ground in the corner, and Xiu Xiu walked forward shyly, shoulder to shoulder with Feng Ci.

Xiuxiu can't speak, she can only express herself through body language.

I don’t know if it’s because they’ve been together for so long, but the communication barriers between him and Xiuxiu have miraculously disappeared.

"I'm not insomniac, just taking a look." Feng Ci stood by the windowsill. "Why, are you insomniac?"

"Oh, you're a stick."

"Gun'er, do you know elves?" Feng Ci whispered softly, "Does that pot of Rolandra look like an elf?"

Xiuxiu changed his position and faced the bare, skinny little bud. Oh, it was so ugly!

Whoosh: thump, thump, thump.

"I don't know what I need to prepare to deliver an elf."

Who asked this?

"Let's take it one step at a time."

Xiu Xiu felt that Feng Ci was so strange at this moment.

He is not cold or arrogant at all.

He is like a mother hen that has just laid a nest of eggs, silly and stupid, and his IQ is plummeting, which makes him look quite endearing.

"Thank you, I'm not cold, sleep well and good night."

In the warm and harmonious atmosphere, Xiu Xiu, who felt Feng Ci was very friendly, jumped and followed him, sending him back to his room to sleep.

The next moment, someone grabbed Fate by the scruff of the neck.

"I didn't invite you. Go back to your room and sleep. Bye."

Wake up from a dream: 0.0

Finding Xiu Xiu to look at grass together in the middle of the night was no longer enough for Feng Ci.

"Berry, the leaves are growing a bit taller. Are pixies going to sprout from them?"

The sleeping child was woken up by someone. When he opened his eyes, he saw an enlarged human face. He was frightened away in an instant and ejected from the spot to punch the man.

The groan of pain was familiar.

The next day, Feng Ci covered half of his face and hid in his room instead of going for a morning run.

Zhang Mai felt something was wrong and came with breakfast, but was stunned when he saw Feng Ci.

He let out a strange cry: "Brother Feng, who beat you up?"

"Look at those panda eyes. They're so... round. Just the right size."

Oh my god, which warrior is so awesome that he dares to paint on handsome Feng Ge’s face?

Feng Ci stuffed a bun into his mouth to muffle his screams.

noisy.

*

Meiguo told Feng Ci that it takes a long time for Roland grass to grow, as fast as half a year and as slow as three to five years. Hearing the second half of the sentence, Feng Ci's fiery heart suddenly cooled down.

He has always had bad luck, and it is certain that he will not get a chance to live for half a year. Feng Ci cheered himself up and his life returned to normal.

As the Chinese New Year was approaching, Feng Ci decided to make sure the child was washed thoroughly inside and out no matter what.

At the bathhouse door, Berry clung to Feng Ci's thighs like an octopus and refused to let go, her little nostrils resisting going in.

"I don't want to take a shower!"

"How long has it been since you last showered? Don't you have any idea?"

People were coming and going at the gate, and the two people who had been in a stalemate for a long time had already attracted some attention. Feng Ci said awkwardly, "Get up first. How can you look like crawling like this?"

"No, I can't afford it."

Feng Ci squatted down helplessly: "It feels so comfortable after taking a bath. Didn't you like taking a bath before? Why don't you like it now?"

Berry stared at me with her big, watery eyes, pursed her lips and whispered, "Because you're leaving me."

Feng Ci was stunned.

"I've been living here for a long time..." Berry hung her head, "You want to kick me out, right?"

Feng Ci's chest trembled slightly, and his heart felt as if someone was twisting it. It turned out that she had always remembered it.

"I don't."

Feng Ci took a deep breath and said seriously, "I've forgotten about that a long time ago. I promise that I won't chase you away until you find a way to go back. You can stay as long as you want."

He pinched the child's chubby face and said, "Are you relieved by what I said?"

All the flesh on her body was raised by him, how could he be willing to give her away?

Meiguo's eyes were always on Feng Ci. The little witch had eyes that could see through lies. She saw that the other party was not lying, and the small dark cloud above her head dissipated in an instant.

Meiguo burst into laughter and hugged Feng Ci's arm: "Then come in with me."

"That won't work." A man entering the women's bathhouse, it's not like he's tired of living.

Finally, a young mother and daughter who were passing by went in with Berry, and Feng Ci was waiting at the door of the women's bathhouse.

A little black egg goes in, and a fair and clean angel baby comes out. The bath-scrubbing auntie is worthy of being the best in the world.

"How is it? Do you feel much better after taking a bath?"

After taking a bath in the big bathhouse, even a fat person can feel as light as a swallow.

Meiguo's face flushed red, and a background music-like voice sounded in her mind: "Oh, little girl, there's a lot of mud. It must have been accumulated for many days."

"I will take a bath obediently next time."

Feng Ci was surprised.

The child's head was almost buried in the crack of the ground, and he said in a muffled voice: "Rub the crack of the little witch's ass."