Chapter 22

The purple-haired squirrel keenly caught the three words "little friend", and a hint of embarrassment quickly flashed across his eyes.

How can it tell Wen Xin that it is no longer a cub?

The next second, when he heard the young man let it pass, Zituan immediately put aside his embarrassment.

It took two steps at a time and leaped to the bedside, holding the colorful rope in its paws high.

"squeak."

Wen Xin took the rope readily, opened the drawer, and took out wet tissues for the purple squirrel.

Unlike other squirrels, even if the purple squirrel has washed its feet, it will still carefully scrub its hind paws again before going to bed.

Then Wen Xin realized that their child Zituanzi had some minor cleanliness problems.

However, Zituan's cleanliness obsession is mostly directed at himself and not at others - he is strict with himself and is too lazy to care about others.

Occasionally, I would explode because other kids made a mess at home.

Seeing how clean it is, Wen Xin feels very delicate.

He suspected that the reason why Zituan was not close to other Tuanzi and was willing to approach him actively was because he would wash his hands out of habit every time he returned home.

Soon, the purple squirrel cleaned itself up.

It stepped on a small stool and jumped onto the bed lightly. Before it could stand firmly, it couldn't wait to grab Wen Xin's sleeve.

“Squeak, squeak, squeak.”

Obviously urging.

Seeing the young man so anxious, Wen Xin did not delay, turned on his mobile phone, and quickly found the videos he had collected before.

This is a tutorial video, mainly teaching you how to use ropes to make beautiful knots.

In the first few days after Zituan came home, he was very autistic. It took Wen Xin a long time to test him before he found that he was interested in doing housework and knitting.

It is easy to learn how to do housework. In order to live independently, Wen Xin trained himself to be an expert at doing housework at an early age.

With his patient guidance, the purple squirrel quickly learned how to clean.

Weaving took a lot of effort. Wen Xin knew a little bit about everything, but this skill really touched upon his blind spot in knowledge.

Fortunately, he can also find instructional videos online.

As soon as the video was opened, accompanied by pleasant and soothing music, the blogger began to carefully explain the techniques that need to be paid attention to in this class.

The purple squirrel tugged at the rope and did not follow the blogger's instructions. Instead, it looked at Wen Xin expectantly.

Wen Xin understood and picked up several ropes at the same time to demonstrate to Zi Tuan.

Only then did the purple group move.

Like Wen Xin, it picked out ropes of different colors.

His eyes were fixed squarely on the flexibly woven fingers in front of him.

He is thin and tall, with distinct joints.

My skin is as white as dust-free snow, clean and pure.

During this bumpy and wandering journey, the purple squirrel has seen many humans.

Few people have a pair of beautiful hands like Wen Xin.

It was also these clean and beautiful hands that, after hearing the sound, opened the garbage in the trash can without hesitation and took out the wounded, rotten, and smelly animal.

That was undoubtedly the lifeline that pulled it back from the brink of the abyss.

But what did it do at that time?

The purple squirrel took a shallow breath, and couldn't stop the suffocating pain in his heart.

It didn't notice at all that the knot had become a tangled mess due to its increasingly violent movements.

Just thinking hard.

If, before meeting Wen Xin, it had not experienced various cruel tests in the base.

If, before it met Wen Xin, it had not narrowly escaped the pursuit at the base.

If, before it met Wen Xin, it had not been covered with wounds, had not been on the verge of death, and had not been deeply trapped in despair and hatred towards humans.

Isn't it true that when Wen Xin picked it up with a face full of sorrow, it could have just relaxed and snuggled in this human's arms?

...instead of opening his mouth wide, showing his savage fangs, and biting fiercely at the opponent's throat?

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When Zi Tuan came to him, Wen Xin intuitively felt that he was worried about something.

Zituan was the most dexterous girl he had ever seen. She could quickly master any delicate work. Eight hundred years ago, there would have been no need for him to teach her the weaving techniques.

Saying that Zituan came to play with him was just a joke.

If you really want to play, why would you choose this kind of "game" where neither side says anything?

So, although Wen Xin seemed to be staring at the video and explaining it, in fact most of his attention was on Tuanzi.

Seeing a scarlet bloodshot in Zituan's eyes and a hint of violent tendencies, he let go of the rope.

When the purple squirrel was still immersed in the fear of having almost killed Wen Xin and was slowly unable to come back to its senses, a few porcelain-white fingers stretched out from behind and firmly supported its little paw.

"Good boy, you can't be so anxious all the time."

Wen Xin knew that now he had a great chance of forcing the others to reveal their concerns.

But the consequence of doing so is equivalent to tearing open their bloody scars again.

He suppressed his worry, softened his tone, and patiently helped Zi Tuan to separate the tangled rope.

"If you feel upset, just tell yourself to take it slow."

"If saying it once is not enough, we will say it a second time."

"Take your time, don't rush. Take your time, take deep breaths."

The moment Wen Xin touched the purple squirrel, all the vicious thoughts in its head were immediately dispelled.

It was very nervous because its claws were very sharp. It was afraid of hurting the young man, so it didn't dare to use any extra strength and followed the other's fingers to straighten the ropes.

I couldn't help but listen to those gentle words.

One after another, one after another.

The tangled knot gradually returned to its original shape.

Zituan couldn't help but be distracted again.

It thought that the humans in front of it always seemed to have so much patience.

Just like when we were at the trash can.

It opened its mouth and bit Wen Xin, but Wen Xin dodged narrowly. Most people would have realized the danger at this time and would have turned around and ran away.

But Wen Xin didn't.

Although the young man was so frightened that he covered his neck, he still stayed where he was, his outstretched palm was sweating, and he repeated over and over again: "You are seriously injured and need treatment. Let me take a look at your condition, okay? I won't hurt you."

Being irritable is a defect in the genes of purple squirrels.

It can go on a rampage twelve times in just one hour, smashing tables and chairs and shattering three layers of tempered glass, just because an annoying researcher walked by it.

Such a thing has nothing to do with patience and will never gain the patience of researchers.

Its number has always been included in the list of mutants that cannot be tamed and are recommended to be destroyed.

But on that moonlit night, in that foul-smelling environment, Wen Xin showed patience to the impatient creature for more than three hours.

It was finally able to calm down from its hatred and smell the scent left on Wen Xin by the black group.

I don't know how much time passed, maybe only a few minutes.

The young man's gentle voice sounded again.

"look."

Unconsciously, Zituan's mood had become much more stable, and he looked down subconsciously.

It found that Wen Xin not only helped it untie the rope, but also finished weaving it.

The colorful ropes interwoven together create beautiful and unique patterns.

Just like the colorful and complex emotions it had when it stretched out its dirty and rotten claws and placed them on the young man's clean and beautiful palm.

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Outside the bedroom door, feeling the purple ball's violent fluctuations calming down again, Canary, who was reading and studying, couldn't help it after all.

There was a question that had puzzled him for a long time.

"Tell me, did Wen Xin discover our abnormality?"

【Author’s words】

Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated me with nutrient solution during 2023-04-02 02:14:48~2023-04-03 00:35:41~

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