Chapter 55 55 The little witch won’t harm you.
The elf had no time to take care of the brother and sister recently. It was eagerly absorbing the vast and complex knowledge of the world. The brother and sister thought that it would be a kill anyway, so it would be better to kill them later.
Let it grow up slowly, it's good to earn some peaceful life.
Meiguo no longer avoids Qiao Tong and Feng Chen when she makes magic potions. As soon as Aunt Luo gets off work, the whole family joins in the brewing.
Feng Ci collected the leftover soda at home, Feng Chen washed the candy wrappers that Meiguo was going to use, collected crayon ashes, and opened the unopened cherry jam in the refrigerator. Qiao Tong was responsible for handing the spoon to Meiguo and wearing an apron and a hat.
"Baby, are you ready?"
Berry squeezed the spoon tightly: "Baby is ready."
Qiao Tong bent down and kissed the little witch on the forehead: "Let's get started. Dad, Mom, and Brother are here to cheer you on."
Meiguo nodded with a serious face. When the water started to boil and swirl in the pot, she shook her little body and muttered to herself, "The water is singing. It's time to feed it."
Then, the experienced little witch threw all the prepared magic materials into the pot.
A sweet aroma soon wafted from the pot with jam and soda, and Feng Ci had the illusion that he was in a dessert shop. He thought with relief that after three or four days of devilish training from the elf, Berry's skill in brewing magic potions had improved a lot. At least it didn't smell like bean juice anymore.
Suddenly I feel that the elves are not so evil.
Meiguo calculated the timing and turned up the heat to reduce the juice. She stood in front of the pot with her eyes closed, waving her magic wand and chanting in a baby voice. The sharp-eyed Feng Ci noticed that the magic potion in the pot gradually changed from dark blue to crystal clear light blue.
It was a bit like a bowl of blueberry shaved ice in summer, coupled with the unique sweet aroma of jam. Feng Ci was actually looking forward to it.
As soon as the lengthy spell ended, Meiguo kept instructing Feng Chen to scoop out the potion and hand it to Feng Ci's mouth.
The potion that just came out of the pot should be boiling hot, but now it is emitting a slight chill. Feng Ci still remembers clearly that the magic potion that just came out of the pot needed to be cooled for at least half an hour.
This shows that the magic power of berries has been significantly improved.
Feng Cihe felt relieved as if he had taken a tranquilizer.
"Brother, is it delicious?"
It's sweet and sour, a bit like grapefruit juice.
Feng Ci nodded lazily: "It tastes better than bean juice. Would you like a bowl?"
Meiguo shook her head vigorously. She had drunk enough in her dream. "Please drink. You're welcome."
"I've finished drinking it. Now can you tell me what kind of magic potion this is?"
"The little witch won't harm you, please don't worry."
"Well, the little witch won't kill me." Feng Ci smiled, "But the little witch will make me socially dead, which is very scary."
He will never forget the day when the cute girl's voice came out of his throat. The sky has never fallen so completely.
Meiguo glanced at him twice, shook her head and insisted, "I won't wash it anyway."
"I brewed some medicine that will make your singing beautiful."
"Why are you doing this?"
As soon as Feng Ci asked this question, a melody about the twists and turns of the mountain road appeared in his mind.
Feng Ci couldn't help but laugh. It seemed that she was not unaware that her singing was out of tune.
Berry stared at him with sparkling eyes and said, "Because Mom and Dad said you can't sing well, this is a magic potion tailor-made for you."
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"I'm ugly?"
Feng Ci raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction: "Don't talk nonsense, no one has ever said that my singing is bad." He was sitting at home and the pot came from the sky. Dou E was not wronged by him.
Berry pointed firmly with her little hand: "Mom and Dad said so."
Feng Ci, Qiao Tong and Feng Chen looked at each other, and silence was more powerful than words.
Qiao Tong did not explain, but calmly opened a video that he had treasured for many years in his mobile phone. The still young Feng Ci was holding the microphone and singing in the KTV room at home.
To describe it in one sentence, he sings the same tune as Berry. The brother and sister have the same singing voice, and can only be barely distinguished by the timbre.
Feng Ci stared at it. At this time, Meiguo should have been about to be born. It was a family gathering, and he was encouraged by Bai Ming to go up and sing a song.
As soon as he finished singing a song, Bai Ming gave him two thumbs up and praised him for his heavenly voice. He also actively wanted to help him contact the Voice of China program team.
But then again, was he really out of tune?
Feng Ci's ears turned red and he raised his hand to scratch his face. He didn't hear anything at all.
"Brother." Meiguo raised her head, held Feng Ci's knees with her small hands, and promised solemnly, "With me here, you will be a lark king in the future."
Let the king be the king. As long as he doesn’t sing, this magic potion will not affect him.
Feng Ci was now completely relieved.
At least he didn't have to go through the nightmares of the past two times, nor did he have to turn into a giant like his father and scare a random fish to death.
According to past experience, magic potions only take effect the next day, so Feng Ci just needs to rest and sleep as usual tonight.
*
Feng Ci only sleeps at home two nights a week, and Meiguo usually sleeps with her parents.
Although it was fine to sleep with her parents, as soon as Feng Ci came home, she would pick up the quilt without hesitation, push open her brother's door, and climb onto the bed calmly.
When Meiguo grows up a little, Feng Ci and Feng Chen will no longer be able to sleep with Meiguo.
So every time Meiguo caused trouble, Feng Ci would brainwash himself, thinking that there were less than two years left, and even if he wanted to take his sister to sleep together, he would not have the chance. As a brother, he should be generous and patient.
"Brother, I want to drink some water."
"Didn't I just drink before turning off the lights?"
"I'm thirsty." Berry got up. "I'm going to drink some water. Bye."
Feng Ci sat up and turned on the light. He crossed his arms and stared at the chubby kid beside the bed with a sharp gaze: "No, you want to drink the yogurt in the refrigerator."
"No, I didn't." Meiguo retorted loudly, feeling guilty. Before Feng Ci could say anything else, she quickly climbed back onto the bed. "Don't talk nonsense."
Feng Ci chuckled and said, "If not, then go to sleep."
The lights snapped off again. Feng Ci closed his eyes and waited for the child's second round. Sure enough, the chubby kid, who had been quiet for a minute, called out again, "Brother."
Feng Ci responded coldly: "There is no brother in the room now. I am not your brother."
It didn't matter where her brother went. Meiguo leaned over to Feng Ci's ear and asked cutely, "Brother, can you give me a rainbow candy?"
“…”
Feng Ci: "Guoguo, let's play a game."
"What game? I want to play."
"Well, this game is very simple. Whoever speaks first loses. Okay, let's start now."
Meiguo covered her mouth and lay back down, her big eyes sparkling in the darkness. Time flowed quietly, and the child's chubby little legs rested on Feng Ci's belly:
"Brother, this game is not fun. I don't want to play it anymore."
Feng Ci didn't say anything. Sometimes he would just let the child talk to himself and fall asleep faster.
"Brother, do you know why mom and dad always call me baby?"
This question...it's not good to leave it unanswered.
Feng Ci: "Because you are their treasure."
The chubby little legs on Feng Ci's belly swayed back and forth, and Meiguo's baby voice rose slightly: "Because baby, this is the feeling of mommy and daddy loving me."
"You should publish a book and become a poet in the future."
"I don't want it." Berry said, "I'll just be your baby, brother. Am I your baby?"
Feng Ci: "You are my ancestor."
Meiguo blushed when she understood the word, and jumped onto Feng Ci happily, burying her little head in the crook of Feng Ci's neck and rubbing it back and forth:
"Oh, brother, it turns out that I am your ancestor's baby."
"You love me so much." The child spread his arms exaggeratedly and kept grinning. "Well, actually, I love you too, more than I love the whole chicken family."
Feng Ci was almost suffocated by this solid little bomb. He pinched Meiguo's fat face and said, "Fuck you! Get off me now."
Meiguo was stunned for a moment and shook her head: "Brother, I don't like farts."
She added seriously, "Farts are bad, so you shouldn't love them."
From that day on, the little witch Berry had another title of precious ancestor.
Later, one day at the end of the year, when they were offering sacrifices to their ancestors, Meiguo saw a pile of delicious food on the offering table and wanted to get some, but Feng Ci held her little paw.
"Don't move, this is for the ancestor worship later."
"What is ancestor worship?"
"It means to pay respect to the ancestors and treat them to a meal."
Meiguo perked up, walked to the front and said crisply, "My dear ancestor, I'm here to eat."
*
The next morning at eight o'clock, there were two classes of advanced mathematics and college English, all of which were incomprehensible subjects.
Feng Ci's fighting spirit for study and the college entrance examination were left in the past, becoming his glorious past. Now the sleepy male college student just wanted to sleep.
It just so happened that his roommate was sitting in the back row, so Feng Ci lowered his body and head slightly to lessen the presence brought by his height.
Feng Ci was drowsy, and his roommate who stayed up all night playing games was not much better.
"Why is a high school class 40 minutes long, but a college class is 50 minutes? We are college students, not college animals."
My roommate kept complaining, "Oh, my head hurts. What is the professor talking about? Where is he going?"
Feng Ci replied calmly, "It would be a shame if Professor Wang didn't practice hypnosis in the hospital."
The crickets chirping in Feng Ci's precise complaints were particularly loud, and countless sleepy heads looked up, with eyes from all directions gathering around him.
The roommates around him were dumbfounded.
Feng Ci's eyes were filled with shock and confusion. He had clearly spoken quietly, so why did it sound like he had a loud speaker in his mouth?
Could it be that he was so sleepy that his brain left him and ran away alone? Feng Ci was confused and couldn't figure it out.
The air was silent for three seconds.
Professor Wang on the stage had a face as dark as the bottom of a pot. He snorted coldly, "Student, since you feel sleepy during my class, please go out and wake up."
Feng Ci had no way to argue. He was so shocked by this sudden social death that he felt his blood run cold. He lowered his head, picked up his textbook, and quickly went out and turned left.
When the get out of class was over, his roommates ran out to find Feng Ci, surrounded him and asked him about what had happened.
Roommate 1: "What's wrong with you? You scared me."
Roommate No. 2: "Do you have any problems with Professor Wang? You're always teasing him in class. You're so stubborn."
"..." Feng Ci pressed his slender fingers to his forehead, "I didn't. I don't know what happened."
This is an ineffective speech. No one believes it at all. My roommates are still talking to each other.
Feng Ci put his hand down, glanced at Roommate No. 2 and said, "Aren't you going to buy hemorrhoid cream? The pharmacy is less crowded right now, which is great."
"!!" Roommate No. 2 covered Feng Ci's mouth with his hand and said angrily, "Hey, hey, hey, big brother, why are you shouting so loudly?"
Feng Ci was stunned: "Was I loud just now?"
Roommate No. 2 wanted to crawl into the ground, "What do you think? Everyone is looking at us."
My buddy cares about you, and you hang me on the campus wall.
Feng Ci glanced around and saw someone laughing and turning his head quickly. The hurried and brisk steps revealed that the other person was in an extremely happy mood, just like the little witch in his family who had successfully stolen vegetables.
After being stunned, his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and Feng Ci pulled his lips, as if he knew where the problem lay.
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