Chapter 1212 "Brother Feng, I'm full, thank you."...
At two o'clock in the afternoon, Feng Ci opened his eyes and saw a round face. The child's hair was a little messy, and his eyes were slanted, revealing a mouthful of small white teeth.
Meiguo lay on the bed with her butt sticking out and greeted him face to face: "Brother Feng, hello, are you awake?"
New day, new scare.
Feng Ci: "...What do you think?"
The child sat up straight and answered seriously, "I know you are awake because your eyes are open."
"Then do you still need a kiss from the little witch?"
Feng Ci was stunned for a moment, and immediately distanced himself from Mei Guo, saying in a cold and hard tone:
"No, don't kiss people casually, it's impolite."
"But I want to save you."
Feng Ci hummed in a low voice, "Why do I need your little nose to save me? What? If you kiss me, I will be immortal and live as long as the heaven and earth?"
Meiguo was shocked: "Brother Feng, you are so greedy."
He wants not only this but also that. What a greedy person.
Feng Ci felt a headache and pointed at the bedroom door: "Take your stick and get out. Don't bother me."
Xiu Xiu, who was hiding and peeping behind the curtains, was startled and the broom handles exploded as if struck by lightning.
"Oh well."
"Brother Feng, can you wait a moment before bothering me? Listen to me first."
The child said sternly, "You must not know that you have Snow White and Sleeping Beauty syndrome."
"Don't worry, I can heal you."
Berry pulled out a fairy tale book from under her butt: "In the book, Sleeping Beauty and Snow White, who love to sleep, will wake up after being kissed by the prince. There is no prince here, only a kind and lovely little witch. The little witch's kiss is more effective than the prince's."
Feng Ci closed his eyes and pushed the child's face away with his hand: "You talk too much."
He regretted buying her the children's book yesterday.
Why do you want to do it so easily?
Meiguo kept talking, and Feng Ci couldn't get a word in. He just stared blankly at the ceiling.
When the child stopped, he slowly turned his head and said, "What you are reading is a fairy tale, not a medical book. Fairy tales are specially used to deceive children, and you will believe them."
To be honest, Feng Ci didn't want to shatter the child's fantasy, but compared to having peace and quiet, he decided to be a dream crusher.
"oh."
Berry blinked, and a bowl of soup that looked like hot water appeared in her hand out of thin air: "Then I will take back the little witch's kiss and give you the magic potion that the little witch has just made."
Feng Ci sat up in shock: "You went to the kitchen to cookout again?"
Then he ran into the kitchen, and fortunately everything was intact as far as he could see.
Berry came clattering in. "The window was open when I was making the magic potion."
She has a good memory and has not forgotten Brother Feng's instructions.
Feng Ci: “…” Who will take her away?
If someone asked Feng Ci what the scariest thing in the world was, he would answer without hesitation: the little witch's soup!
That's a horror story that's on par with Dalang drinking medicine.
God knows what's going on in Berry's little head. He's such a vigorous and strong man, but she said he was sick and weak, as if he was about to die, and she chased him to feed him potion.
The most annoying thing was that the guy couldn’t outrun him on his two legs, so he turned around and rode on a broom, flying over his head.
Feng Ci was so angry at Meiguo that he was speechless. He couldn't hit her, and he couldn't bring himself to scold her. What else could he do? Of course, he pinched his nose and drank the bowl of hot pot water.
The small workshop used a lot of ingredients, and two minutes after drinking the hot pot water, Feng Ci felt uncomfortable all over as if it was on fire, with dizziness and sweat on his forehead.
Before he passed out, he forced his eyelids open and asked with a weak breath, "Did you give me rat poison? Try another kind next time. This one is too strong..."
Before he could finish his words, Feng Ci lost consciousness.
He collapsed on the sofa. Meiguo took out a small blanket from the bedroom and covered him with it, then stayed by his side like an old monk in meditation.
The broom was hanging in the air, and its long bristles were swinging back and forth above Feng Ci's head, bringing a slight cool breeze.
Meiguo looked up: "Shush, stop fanning him. Brother Feng will catch a cold. He needs our care now."
It flew down with a whoosh and jumped a few times.
Berry nodded: "Okay then, go ahead and change."
The furry broom handles continued to lengthen and thicken, turning into fine and soft wool threads that entangled with each other, and finally wove themselves into a sturdy and fashionable plush hat that covered Feng Ci's head.
Feng Ci woke up at night and said: Help me, why is there a toilet plunger growing on his head?!
*
The sharp and rapid ringing of the bell broke the silence, and Zhang Mai on the bed shuddered.
"Come out for a morning run."
After receiving Feng Ci's call, Zhang Mai thought he was still asleep: "Huh?"
"I'll be passing by your house soon and come down for a morning run together." Before Zhang Mai could answer, a busy tone came from the phone.
Zhang Mai: ...
Although he was skeptical, Zhang Mai still dressed neatly and went downstairs to wait for someone.
He stood in the cold wind with his hands in his pockets, yawning and thinking about backing out, but a moment later, a familiar figure was slowly running towards him.
Zhang Mai widened his eyes, Brother Feng!
Uh, there's also a little one.
He trotted over to meet her, his expression surprised: "Brother Feng, are you okay? What's happened? Why are you suddenly interested in getting up early for a morning run?"
"Hmm, that's not right. You couldn't have slept all night and couldn't sleep, so you just went for a morning run on a whim?"
The sun rises late in winter, and it is still dark at six in the morning. Zhang Mai has never seen Feng Ci at six in the morning.
Now that my curiosity was satisfied, sure enough, Brother Feng's face was as dark as ever.
Zhang Mai was only half right. This time Feng Ci's face was dark not because of anything else, but entirely because of the little guy lying on his back.
Berry's hot pot water cured his sleepiness. Now he sleeps for a maximum of eight hours a day, and his brain is extremely clear and active during the rest of the time. He is so clear-headed that he can recite a hundred words in one breath.
His biological alarm clock underwent a radical overhaul.
I go to bed at nine o'clock in the evening and wake up at five o'clock. I can't lie down for even a second longer.
Forced to maintain a healthy schedule, Feng Ci got up silently, opened the door of the guest room, and woke up the snoring Meiguo.
"Get up and do some morning exercise."
The dazed little guy climbed out of bed, rubbed his eyes, and instantly recovered: "Okay, okay, I'm going."
Feng Ci changed into sportswear, and the two of them, one big and one small, jogged out of the community.
The child's legs were too short to keep up, so he always lagged behind him. The distance between the two was not far or close, and Feng Ci would stop and wait from time to time.
Meiguo ran very hard, swinging her arms back and forth, taking small, firm steps. Her refusal to admit defeat made Feng Ci feel a little admiration for her.
"Brother Feng."
The child smiled at him, and when he ran up to him, he put his arms around his thighs and sat down. "I'm so tired, please hold me."
Is this the ultimate face-changing technique that human cubs are masters of?
But hugging is impossible!
Feng Ci turned his back coldly and squatted down: "Climb up by yourself."
So it became the scene that Zhang Mai saw now: the unruly and arrogant Brother Feng, carrying a milk ball as a weight for a morning jog.
Is this still the cold-blooded Brother Feng who knocked out two of someone's teeth with one punch?
Feng Ci felt a little uncomfortable under Zhang Mai's gaze, and said to the kid on his back in a rough voice:
"Berry, come down and run on your own."
The little guy tightened his grip around his neck: "Wait a minute, I haven't rested enough yet."
Seeing this, Zhang Mai volunteered: "Brother Feng, why don't I carry my sister for a while? I'm very strong!"
"...You mean I'm weaker than you?"
"No, no, I absolutely don't mean that!"
"Don't just carry other people's children." Feng Ci glanced at him calmly and said to himself, "She's a bit heavy."
After returning from a physical examination at the hospital, Meiguo had become plump and white because of him. She had long lost her initial thinness, and there were even a bunch of fleshy dimples on the back of her hands that were big enough to raise fish.
Passing by the bustling university town, the aroma of food filled with winter warmth, the three of them swallowed their saliva at the same time.
Meiguo patted Feng Ci's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Brother Feng, did you hear that?"
"What did you hear?"
The child looked nervous, so Feng Ci couldn't help but become alert and looked around.
"My stomach is rumbling, it's singing, gurgling, gurgling."
"...Indeed, it's annoying my ears."
The three of them went into a breakfast shop and ordered a table full of food, including big steamed buns, fried dough sticks and soy milk, rice rolls, and a bowl of pumpkin millet porridge that Berry specified to drink.
Zhang Mai and Feng Ci were chatting, while Meiguo sat quietly beside them, skillfully taking apart the disposable chopsticks and wiping them off the burrs with a cross-brush.
Zhang Mai was surprised: "My sister actually knows this."
"Oh my god, the buns became huge in her hands."
Feng Ci frowned: "Don't look at her eating your food, she talks too much."
"Okay, okay." Zhang Mai said, "Brother Feng, do you have any money? I want to borrow 500 yuan."
"What's up?"
Zhang Mai shyly scratched his head: "I just got a girlfriend last week. Her birthday is in a few days, and I want to give her a gift."
As long as it didn't involve pornography, gambling, or drugs, Feng Ci was easy to talk to. He took out his phone and transferred the money: "Pay me back when you get your salary."
As his peripheral vision moved, Feng Ci's gaze stopped.
Berry buried his head in the bowl, making a loud slurping sound like a pig eating. But when he looked closely, he found that the millet porridge was not moving at all.
Feng Ci reminded: "Lift up the bowl and drink."
"The bowl is hot."
Under Zhang Mai's shocked gaze, Feng Ci pouted and gently blew on the pumpkin millet porridge to cool it down before returning it to Bingguo.
"It's not hot now."
"Thank you, Brother Feng~"
Berry lifted the bowl and sipped, but the situation only improved slightly.
"Raise it higher."
"Okay~"
"Raise it higher."
"Uh-huh!"
“…”
Zhang Mai tried to hold back his laughter.
The unfortunate child, with his face covered in pumpkin porridge, looked at Feng Ci bitterly: "Brother Feng, I'm full, thank you."
*
Feng Ci was awakened by a faint cry in the middle of the night. He ignored it at first and continued to sleep with the quilt covering his head.
However, the lingering crying sound was intermittent, and no matter how good the sleep quality was, it was unbearable. Feng Ci frowned and lifted the quilt to see -
He saw a small figure sitting on the open space in the bedroom with its back to him, holding a stick in its arms and crying sadly.
"Are you crying?" He half-sat up and reached out to turn on the light. "I'm not dead yet, it's too early for you to cry."
Berry didn't say anything, just shook her little shoulders.
Feng Ci scratched his hair in annoyance, put on his shoes while suppressing his grumpiness, and walked over to the child: "Why are you crying? Are you missing home?"
Apart from this, Feng Ci couldn't think of any reason that could make the child cry like this.
Meiguo sobbed and raised her head: "Swish, swish..."
Feng Ci then looked at Gun'er in her arms and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with Gun'er? Are you missing home too?"
"No." Meiguo cried in the same way an old mother holds her cub. "Swish, swish, it's not moving."
"Oh? Then maybe it's in a bad mood."
The child's round head shook like a top: "No, Xiu Xiu is the most sunny and cheerful magic broom. It will never ignore me."
Feng Ci replied nonchalantly, "Don't cry. You can make potions, right? Give it some and try."
This is the same as feeding medicine to sick chicks and ducklings.
It would have been fine if we hadn't mentioned this, but once Berry started crying loudly, "But I have no magic power left, and all the magic potions are broken."
Feng Ci: "So you are a Muggle now too?"
Berry: "Wooooooooooo!"
Feng Ci's ears hurt from her howling, and he tried to calm her down with snacks, but the child was unmoved and wouldn't listen to anything he said.
Berry cried so hard as if she had lost the whole world that she didn't even notice the playfulness that flashed across Feng Ci's eyes.
He looked at the child's vaguely visible tonsils and his tongue trembling like a violin. Feng Ci raised a finger and pressed the child's tongue.
The crying stopped in an instant.
Berry stared with her big tear-filled eyes, looking confused and incredulous.
A realization of one's own childish behavior: ...
He was about to withdraw his hand as if nothing had happened, but Meiguo was afraid that the meat would fly away from his mouth, so he closed his teeth with a click.
Seal:!
The child's teeth were thin and dense, and when they bit someone it was like a rake biting into the flesh. Feng Ci felt so much pain that his teeth turned red and hot, and he regretted the mean thing he had just done.
Meiguo held on tightly and refused to let go. Feng Ci almost knelt down and called her grandma.
Feng Ci rubbed the finger he had pulled out of the child's mouth, hissing and gasping for breath.
There were two clear rows of teeth marks on his white knuckles. He gritted his teeth and cursed, "You little bastard, you're so cruel."
Berry spat twice and glared at him angrily.
Feng Ci: "What's the matter? Are you still angry?" Look at how badly his hands have been bitten.
"Who told you to bully a child?" He even called her a little Muggle, rubbing salt into her wounds.
Berry lowered her head and sniffed, "I can't go back to Nanger Town."
Feng Ci felt a bit sorry for her. The adult was magnanimous enough to let go of the grudges from the previous minute, and looked like he wanted to enlighten the child and have a heart-to-heart talk with her.
"You were fine yesterday, how come your magic power is gone all of a sudden? Did you eat something wrong?"
As for the green soup she drank that day, any normal person would find it hard to swallow it, but she actually drank the whole pot happily.
Most likely he poisoned himself.
Berry punched him: "You are totally wrong."
The magic energy in the modern world is thin and it is a place where magic is almost exhausted. Berry herself is a rookie little witch. It is difficult for her to maintain her magic power when she leaves the magical world with abundant magic energy.
Once the magic power disappears, the magic broom that shares her fate will naturally turn back into an ordinary broom, and the magic potion she prepared will also lose its original magic power.
Feng Ci didn't read novels, but he could roughly understand it. This situation was similar to a cultivator from the world of immortal cultivation coming to modern society. Without the blessing of spiritual energy, he would never be able to break through the bottleneck.
But Berry's situation is obviously more difficult. She has directly degenerated from a little witch who can fly on a broomstick to an ordinary little Muggle.
As a pure Chinese, Feng Ci had heard a little about cultivating immortals and seeking the truth, but Western fantasy touched upon his blind spots in knowledge.
Seeing the child's tears rolling down his cheeks, he rarely refrained from making sarcastic remarks. He poked the child's forehead and whispered:
"Don't just cry, think about whether there is any remedy."
"I need an energy gem." Berry slumped down, looking very downcast. "But gems are very expensive, and Grandma doesn't have any. I've only seen them in magic books."
Feng Ci frowned, as if thinking about something.
He immediately stood up and left the bedroom. When he came back, he had a black gift box in his hand. He squatted down, opened it, and asked:
"Do you think this will work?"
The moment the gift box was opened, the room seemed to brighten up.
Meiguo's eyes widened, her gaze fixed on the colorful diamond watch in the box.
It was a men's watch inlaid with top-grade pink, blue, yellow, green and white diamonds of varying sizes. The simple black wristband contrasted sharply with it, while being both flashy and calm.
Gems, lots of gems!
A gem that absorbs energy!!
Meiguo covered her mouth, let out an incredible exclamation, and then circled around Feng Ci like a puppy.
Feng Ci knew that he had guessed correctly and curled the corners of his mouth slightly.
"I'll lend it to you, but don't break it. If it breaks, you'll have to pay for it."
"Lend it to me? Really?"
"Um."
Star-like points of light reflected in Meiguo's azure pupils. Without warning, she grasped one of Feng Ci's fingers and blew on the tooth mark.
She said excitedly: "Brother Feng, you and I will always be the best in the world."
forever?
Feng Ci's eyebrows twitched slightly. He didn't want to be her father forever.
Feng Ci, who only wanted to send Bing Guo home, pulled his hand back coldly: "Stop the sweet talk, just do what you want to do quickly and don't waste time."
Meiguo wiped her little hands back and forth on her clothes several times, and took the gift box reverently and solemnly. At this moment, she was in such a wonderful mood that even if Feng Ci suddenly barked, it would be a moving sound of nature to her.
After giving the things, Feng Ci ruthlessly kicked the child out of the room.
The young man in an old man's vest and boxer shorts was leaning against the head of the bed, frowning sleepily. When Berry interrupted him, he was no longer sleepy.
Feng Ci went to the living room and drank a glass of ice water. He felt a chill in his heart.
The wandering brain has returned, but it's not very useful.
...Why was he so confident in lending a diamond watch worth three million to Meiguo?
Is he crazy???
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