Chapter 51 51 Berry: I’m sorry, little Chuchu.

When Qiao Tong was a child, she was raised by Valeria, a tailor who often had some leftover fabric to make clothes for her dolls.

Influenced by her mother, Qiao Tong has loved making clothes for dolls since she was a child. Later, when she grew up, she wanted to raise a cat or a dog and make clothes for them, but Qiao Dingshan was allergic to animal hair and did not allow any cats or dogs to appear in the house.

As an adult, Qiao Tong was busy with his career and worried about not being able to take good care of cats and dogs, so his desire to have a pet was put on hold.

Now that she has Feng Rabbit, Qiao Tong has finally fulfilled her childhood dream. She makes small clothes, bibs and hats for it every now and then.

Feng Rabbit is a rabbit with a good appetite. He is silly and good-tempered. As long as you give him food, he will pet and hug you as he pleases.

Qiao Tong made small clothes for it, and it never resisted because its mouth was too busy.

Of course, there are more things about Berry’s clothes. Her clothes match those of Feng Tuzi, and they look like a family at first glance.

No matter how busy Qiao Tong was, she still found time to make new clothes for her daughter. She shook out the anime-style Lolita skirt in her hand and beckoned her daughter to come over, standing still and pretending to be a berry on a tree.

"Baby, do you think this skirt is pretty? Do you like it?"

Berry opened her little arms and said, "Mom, I like it so much. Please help me put it on."

"And Feng Rabbit." Qiao Tong pulled out a small dress from the side and compared them with a smile. "I made it a little bigger this time, so it should last a while."

Berry and Feng Rabbit once again put on new parent-child outfits and had fun at home.

Feng Ci, who was staying at home on holiday, saw this scene and sneered sourly: "What a silly rabbit who's just playing tricks."

Meiguo turned around and shouted, "Mom, my brother is swearing."

The milk tea waterfall last time made the usually tolerant Qiao Tong frown and criticize Feng Ci. Feng Ci was not afraid of Feng Chen getting angry, but was afraid of making Qiao Tong unhappy.

Feng Ci pinched the child's mouth and forced him to shut up: "How could I curse at anyone? You just keep complaining."

Berry first tried to pull the big hand out of his mouth, but when that didn't work, he opened his mouth and took a bite.

The child's teeth were small and sharp, so Feng Ci immediately let go, "You were born in the Year of the Dog."

"No, I'm a human."

Meiguo picked up Feng Rabbit and opened its long ears towards Feng Ci: "Uncle Feng, apologize to Feng Rabbit."

"…What if I say no?"

Meiguo pretended to push up her glasses, looking very businesslike. "Then I'll file a complaint. I'm very good at filing a complaint."

It is admirable that the child can handle complaining without any psychological burden and without any internal friction.

"OK."

Feng Ci bent down, raised one hand and picked up the innocent rabbit from Meiguo's hand, "Uncle is wrong, you are not a silly bunny with fancy tricks, you are a little bunny with a fancy master."

His words were very long-winded and it would be easy to be fooled if you didn't listen carefully, but Meiguo was not an ordinary child.

Feng Ci glared at her and said, "If you tell Mom about this, you won't have any crispy bars, onion rings, rice crackers, grilled squid, or mochi dumplings anymore."

Meiguo knew that every meal was full, so she changed her expression and hugged Feng Ci's thighs:

"Brother, do your ears feel itchy? I can sing very well. I'll sing for you."

"Oh, brother, delicious brother~"

"Oh, brother, dark brother~"

Encouraged by Qiao Tong, Meiguo would howl at irregular intervals every day.

Feng Ci burst into laughter when he heard the little witch's singing for the first time. He didn't care about the lyrics anymore. He felt that there must be people with tone-deafness several generations before him.

Hearing Feng Ci's laughter, Meiguo stamped her feet in anger and said, "Brother, you can't raise a talented singer sister like me."

Feng Ci slumped down on the sofa like a boneless person, his voice sounding a bit like he wanted a beating: "It's okay, my sister is a good eater, it's enough for her to get into a good university. I have other choices for listening to music."

*

Maybe it was because the training during the day was too intense, but Feng Ci slept very restlessly for three consecutive nights. He had nightmares, and the content of the nightmares was exactly the same.

The background of the dream was in a senior high school class. A child emitting green light was sitting on his desk. Every time he waved the small wooden stick in his hand, the textbook would automatically turn the page.

Even after waking up later, Feng Ci still remembered clearly that it was advanced mathematics in college, and he was frantically memorizing formulas.

In the dream, his mouth was out of control, like a ruthless robot memorizing formulas. The most terrifying thing was that when he woke up the next day, he actually remembered every formula.

The knowledge had entered his head in a mean way.

It was really weird. Feng Ci tried desperately to break free from this dream and forced himself to wake up, but there was no way. He had to wait until the sky turned pale before he could be free.

The assembly whistle suddenly rang into his ears, awakening his dormant senses. The moment Feng Ci suddenly opened his eyes, he felt a cold sensation on his face.

Feng Ci looked at each other, and saw a thing covered in green light lying on his face, holding his nose while he slept. The reason why he had a stuffy nose when he slept these days was found.

Oh my god, a giant fluttering moth——!

Feng Ci sat up in horror, and his hand hit him in the face without mercy.

The crisp sound of the slap was accompanied by the boy's hissing gasp. It was a fatal hand... it was too heavy.

“Pah.”

A little man flapping his wings slowly flew into Feng Ci's palm. The two small leaves on his head, like antennas, trembled twice, and he hugged Feng Ci's fingers and rubbed them affectionately.

"Click." The little man repeated it again.

The cool touch of the fingers and the sudden appearance of the small object made Feng Ci's body tremble.

All the roommates had already gotten up, some were getting dressed, some were tying their belts. Turning back, they saw Feng Ci staring blankly into space, looking as if he had been struck by lightning. They quickly spoke out:

"Feng Ci, what are you doing? If you don't hurry up, you'll miss the meeting."

"Someone from the finance class next door was late yesterday, and their instructor made him run three laps as punishment. He was exhausted as a grandson."

Feng Ci didn't hear a word he said. He pointed at the air in front of him and asked, "Can't you see it?"

"What?"

"Hurry up, hurry up, the people in the next dormitory have already run out, let's go down quickly too."

...Only he can see it.

Feng Ci bent his finger and flicked the villain away.

The green man flew back again, holding his fingers and snapping them.

Feng Ci jumped away again, then quickly threw back the quilt, got out of bed and put on his clothes. While tying his belt, he looked up and saw that the pot of Rolandra on the table was emitting a faint green fluorescence, which was very similar to the fairy grass in the novels about cultivating immortals.

Feng Ci calmly withdrew his gaze. Judging from his roommates' reactions just now, he was the only one who could see the strange vision.

The green man flapped his wings and flew into the Roland grass and hid, leaving only a round, chubby face exposed. It was only six or seven centimeters long, not even as big as an ordinary figurine.

Feng Ci had the answer in his mind. He deliberately slowed down his movements, turned his head and looked at the little man: "Hey, are you the Roland Grass Elf?"

“Pah.”

"Can you speak Mandarin?"

"Pah?"

"Forget it." The sharp whistle sounded again. Feng Ci grabbed the hat from the closet, put it on, and ran away. "I'll talk to you when I come back at noon. You stay here for now."

Although he couldn't understand what the little man was saying, Feng Ci was completely certain that it was the Roland grass elf. It couldn't be a giant moth spirit.

The Roland grass that he had been longing for finally grew into an elf. Feng Ci's steps almost floated as he walked. He raised an elf, he actually raised it.

Feng Ci was excited the whole morning. The last time he felt this way was when Feng Chen brought him the global limited edition Transformers when he was a child.

Feng Ci, who was late for the gathering, was punished to run three laps. In the hot summer, the sweaty boy always had a very faint smile on his face.

As soon as school was over at noon, Feng Ci, who had confirmed that communication with the elf was ineffective, decisively packed up the Roland grass and took it home.

Feng Ci was very nervous and careful on his way back. He covered the Roland grass tightly with his clothes and trotted back home.

"elder brother?"

"Xiao Ci, how come you have time to go home for dinner today? I asked Aunt Luo to cook some more food."

Feng Ci took off his clothes, revealing the lush Rolandra grass. Meiguo immediately covered her mouth and exclaimed as if she had seen something extraordinary.

Qiao Tong: "What's wrong, baby?"

"Mom, can't you see it?" Feng Ci asked, pointing at the elf sitting on Feng Rabbit's forehead.

"Huh? What happened to Feng Rabbit?"

"It's okay." Feng Ci took Meiguo's hand and walked towards the bedroom, "I want to chat with Guoguo."

Feng Ci told Meiguo what happened this morning.

Berry took out a thick encyclopedia of magical plants from her small bag, and summarized some knowledge about the Roland grass elves while struggling to recognize the words.

The elves grown from Roland grass have different personalities and specialize in different areas of skills.

For example, artistic elves who are good at singing and dancing can replicate a performance one-to-one with just one look. They are usually kept by nobles for their entertainment and are equivalent to the magical world version of a Walkman.

The elves who are good at learning have a photographic memory and like all interesting things. They especially like reading and urging humans to study. They are the smartest of all elves.

Magical elves are classified more finely, including fire, water, ice, earth, wood, etc. They are usually raised by witches and wizards to help them do small things within their ability.

After listening to Meiguo's explanation, Feng Ci suddenly understood. He stared at Xiao Bijia, who was sitting on a leaf and dangling his feet. "So this guy is studying elves, right?"

"Yes, brother."

No wonder he memorized formulas in his dream all night. He said he didn’t like studying that much, so why did he have such a nightmare? It turned out to be the work of the elves.

Berry gave a thumbs up: "Brother, you are so lucky."

"...Lucky?" Feng Ci pinched the bridge of his nose wearily. "Do you know how terrifying it is to memorize formulas all night?"

He would rather get a small Walkman that can sing and dance, at least he can listen to some songs to refresh himself when he is tired during military training.

I was exhausted from training during the day, and when I finally got a good night's sleep at night, my head was full of calculus.

"The book my grandma left me said that learning elves are extremely rare, only one in ten."

Does that mean that he, a poor guy, finally got lucky?

Feng Ci couldn't laugh.

"You can't ask me to memorize the formula all night." He squatted down and asked Meiguo for help, "Guoguo, talk to it."

"Okay, okay."

Berry spoke fluently from another world and communicated with the elf, "Okay, brother, it agrees."

Feng Ci breathed a sigh of relief and began to memorize English words that night.

At this time, the elf was circling around Feng Ci, flapping its wings and making sounds, as if it wanted to say something to him.

From the time the Roland Grass Elf appeared until now, he has been repeating these two syllables in his mouth.

Feng Ci frowned: "What are you talking about?"

"Brother, he's calling you dad."

Feng Ci's expression turned pale. "Are you kidding me? I'm only nineteen. How can I smell like my father?"

The degree of explosion was similar to when he was mistaken for Berry's dad.

"Because you take care of it every day, watering it, weeding it, and catching bugs, it regards you as its father."

"Then you're welcome to call it. I'm still young."

The brother and sister who had never seen an elf before were chatting with each other around the Roland grass.

"Guoguo, do elves have genders?"

"Yes, I have."

Feng Ci examined the elf from head to toe. Apart from the two antennae on its head and the wings on its back, it looked no different from a human cub.

It is usually difficult to judge the gender of human children simply by appearance. Feng Ci noticed that it had two long braids on the back of its head with two small flowers at the end. Looking at it, it was wrapped with a leaf on the top and bottom, so it was definitely a little girl.

Feng Ci hummed: "Then it's a girl."

Berry blinked twice, thought seriously for a while, then suddenly stretched out two fingers, lifted the elf's leaves and looked inside, then quickly retracted his hands and said happily:

"Brother, you are wrong."

"Look, it has little chirps! It's a boy."

An elf who was caught off guard and was seen naked was stunned for a moment, his face flushed red, he whimpered, covered himself with the leaves tightly, and quickly dived into the Roland grass and never came out.

Six dots crossed Feng Ci's head. "Why are you lifting someone's skirt?"

"Because I want to see if it has a little chirp." Meiguo explained to Fengci seriously, "Brother, you may not know that boys have little chirps, but girls don't. I remember everything my mother taught me."

Feng Ci: "No matter what, you can't lift up your skirt. That's just being a hooligan, understand?"

"Oh, alright." Berry bowed to the hiding elf, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have looked at your little Tweet."

"I'm sorry, elf."

"I'm sorry, little Chuchu."

Seal: "..."

That's not necessary.