Chapter 5
As the weather grew colder, the drizzle gradually turned into heavy snow, covering the open space outside the thatched hut with layers of thick and dense snow. If you stepped on it carelessly, you would sink half a leg into it.
A small grayish-white creature, holding two handfuls of wet straw, made incoherent noises as it slid down the eaves.
"Boom"
The little squirrel smashed a small hole in the thick snow. The surrounding snow felt the vibration and some of it fell into the hole, covering the grayish-white little squirrel with a layer of snow.
"Gu!"
A little dizzy.
Song Shu shook his head and used his little paws to grab the "snow walls" around him, trying to gain leverage to climb up. However, the "snow walls" shattered at the touch of a finger. Holding a palm full of white snow, Song Shu was slightly stunned.
It looked up at two small pits as tall as itself, then looked at the snow in its palms and fell into deep thought.
How does the mouse get out?
"Let you mess around."
A handsome face appeared on the small pit, and then Song Shu flew into the air and slowly landed in Qin Mian's palm.
"Look at you, covered in snow."
Raising his hand to brush off the stray snow on Song Shu, Qin Mian said unhappily, "I just gave you a bath the other day. Maybe you wanted to bathe again today, so you deliberately made it dirty."
Song Shu has been in the thatched hut for half a month. During this half month, his daily routine has been to fight wits and courage with the grain thief, but the grain thief's life is really too boring.
He neither ate nor slept. Every day he either read the torn scroll or meditated and practiced martial arts. The rest of his time was either spent fiddling with the ugly rags or finding fault with Song Shu.
Boring.
As a result, Song Shu wanted to deal with the grain thief, but he couldn't figure out where to start for a while.
Song Shu argued seriously: "Gugugugu!"
Rats are not dirty!
Although taking a hot bath is very comfortable, Song Shu would not take a bath if the grain thief had not forced him to do so!
"Yeah," Qin Mian deliberately misinterpreted Song Shu's meaning, "I accept the apology. I'll be more careful next time."
Song Shu: "Gu!"
The rat did not apologize to the food thief!
Qin Mian: "Apologizing once is enough. Too many times would be servile."
Song Shu: ...
Too lazy to talk to Qin Mian, Song Shu climbed onto Qin Mian's shoulders, pulled his long black hair that was neatly draped over his back, and threatened: "Gugu!"
Besides, I'll pull out all your hair and make you look bald!
Qin Mian put his hands behind his back and said calmly, "Go ahead and pull it out. If I lose a hair, I'll pull out a tuft of yours. Let's see who goes bald first."
It was not known whether it was due to telepathy or the man and the squirrel were really familiar with each other, but Qin Mian was able to roughly guess what this petty squirrel was thinking.
After giving the little squirrel a bath for the first time, Qin Mian sucked the squirrel too much and was finally scratched on the neck by the squirrel's claws more than a dozen times.
Although no marks were left, Qin Mian had almost figured out the little squirrel's temperament.
"Gu!"
Grain thieves are not allowed to threaten rats!
Song Shu was still arguing with Qin Mian, but the hair on his claws had already been put back into place.
He who knows the times is a hero. The grain thief knows some magic, so he has to be patient and find a good opportunity to deal with him.
Seeing that the little squirrel had become obedient, Qin Mian chuckled, raised his hand and patted his back, and said with a chuckle: "It's done, the wet straw has been taken down, and the new one will be put on next."
The snow had been falling for half a month, and the layer of hay on the thatched house had gotten wet and needed to be replaced with new hay, so Song Shu started doing this job.
Song Shu didn't think Qin Mian was ordering him around.
After all, the thatched hut is now his winter nest, so he should do his part. The animals in Lingshan are hardworking and brave, and will never shirk their work.
"Gu!"
Song Shu jumped off Qin Mian's shoulder, ran to the eaves, picked up two handfuls of new hay and climbed onto the roof.
The hardworking little squirrel was working diligently, which made Qin Mian, who was standing there with his hands behind his back and watching, look very lazy. However -
There's nothing wrong with being lazy.
Besides, this little squirrel is too energetic. Instead of leaving it in the house to build a few things, it is better to let it climb up and down to consume its energy.
With a smile in his eyes, Qin Mian, dressed in white, watched the little squirrel work with peace of mind.
"Gugu!"
After finally replacing all the wet hay on the roof, Song Shu clapped his hands and jumped straight onto the roof. However, this time he did not fall into the snow, but was caught by a warm and broad hand.
"I'll give you five more pine cones later."
Patting the squirrel's head, Qin Mian walked into the house and said softly, "I have prepared something good for you today. I'm sure you will like it."
Song Shu didn't believe it.
The goodies in the mouths of grain thieves include, but are not limited to, hideously ugly short jackets, squirrel nests that can only fit half a mouse, and rag dolls that can scare mice to death.
"Gu."
don't want.
"I know you like it, but you still have to watch it first."
"Gu."
Hate food thieves.
On the table was the winter food that Qin Mian had just taken out. There were peanuts, hazelnuts, pine cones, and walnuts placed there to prevent Song Shu from eating too much. He didn't dare to put too much, but he was also afraid that the squirrel would get tired of something, so he took them all out.
Seeing Song Shu sitting at the table eating happily, Qin Mian said leisurely: "I heard that eating food with spiritual energy can quickly give rise to consciousness."
"You've eaten so much, why are you still so stupid?"
Song Shu who is chewing pine cones:?
"Gu! Gu!"
Who are you calling stupid? The grain thief is asking for a beating!
Seeing the little squirrel staring at him with murderous eyes, Qin Mian curled his lips and smiled, saying lightly: "I was joking, you are very smart. Eat quickly, or you will choke again later."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Mian saw Song Shu's face change. He was really stuck again.
"Tsk, blame me."
While helping Song Shu to slap out the nut stuck in his throat, Qin Mian blamed himself and said, "Next time when you eat, I won't talk too much."
The uncomfortable feeling in his throat eased, and Song Shu drank all the sweet water in the cup beside him. Then he knocked on the wall of the cup and gestured to Qin Mian:
"Gu."
Fill the mouse with it.
"You do know what's good."
Qin Mian shook his head helplessly, took out a gourd from his ring, and poured some sweet honey water into the cup.
Song Shu didn't often drink this honey water. Usually, the grain thief would only give him some when he was in a good mood. The honey water had more spiritual energy than the food Song Shu found. It was unknown how much time the grain thief spent collecting it.
Song Shu held the cup and took a sip, his eyes narrowed with joy.
"Drink, drink more."
Qin Mian placed the gourd on the table and chuckled, "After you finish this cup, I'll give you another one."
The little squirrel worked hard today, so he deserves a bigger reward.
Song Shu's eyes lit up when he heard that. It was rare for the grain thief to be so generous today. He must drink three full cups!
After making these bold statements, Song Shu burped violently when he drank the third cup.
"Gu."
The rat seemed unable to drink any more.
"Drink later."
He snatched the cup from Song Shu's hand and put it aside. The cup Song Shu used was the celadon jade cup that Qin Mian used at the beginning, while Qin Mian himself took a new white jade cup. The two cups looked quite harmonious next to each other.
"First, take a look at what I gave you."
When Song Shu saw Qin Mian take out a piece of green cloth from his sleeve, his face immediately drooped.
The grain thief has recently become very interested in tearing off scraps of cloth, and I don’t know when he will realize how ugly the clothes he made are.
The green cloth was spread out, and the soft and silky fabric flowed straight down. This time, Qin Mian did not use his embarrassing needlework to lower the grade of the fabric, but made a simple cloak.
Song Shu's eyes lit up.
This time it seems really different!
He put the cloak behind Song Shu. Sure enough, the little squirrel didn't throw the clothes out this time. He tied the two ropes hanging on the little squirrel's chest. Qin Mian squinted his eyes and praised:
"How fitting for you. You're literally the most graceful squirrel in the world."
The cloak only reached Song Shu's buttocks, and the big fluffy tail swayed proudly. Song Shu felt flattered by Qin Mian's praise.
This rat has always been very graceful.
Seeing Song Shu straighten his back, looking as if he was about to go out and wander around the world, Qin Mian raised his hand to rub his chin, and said "tsk" with some regret.
The only thing missing is a straw hat, otherwise he would be a real hero squirrel.
"Gu!"
Using his cry to attract Qin Mian's attention, Song Shu straightened his back, clenched a fist against his forehead, and said in a deep voice, "Gugu?"
Is the mouse the most beautiful squirrel spirit?
Qin Mian: ...
No, I feel like laughing.
“Very cool.”
With his fist clenched to his lips, Qin Mian suppressed a smile and said, "I have never seen a squirrel prettier than you."
Song Shu: "Gu."
The grain thief still has some vision.
Feeling flattered by the compliment, Song Shu rarely showed a good face to Qin Mian. He decided to be nicer to the grain thief today and not scold him.
When Qin Mian was reading the scroll in the afternoon, he discovered that the little squirrel that always crawled into his sleeves and scratched him was now lying quietly on his shoulder, accompanying him to read the scroll with a serious look on its face.
With a raised eyebrow, Qin Mian curiously handed the scroll to Song Shu and asked curiously, "Can you understand it?"
Of course Song Shu couldn't understand it, as he only knew some ordinary characters. Qin Mian saw that the words written on the scroll were all crooked, as if someone had written them randomly while drunk.
Seeing Song Shu's confused eyes, Qin Mian knew that he was overthinking it. However, the little squirrel was very cute when he was reading the scroll seriously. After hesitating for a moment, Qin Mian asked it: "Little squirrel, do you want to practice?"
"Gu."
The rat is practicing.
The cultivation of animals in Lingshan has always been casual. Song Shu knows his own method of cultivation, but his progress is very slow. Now he even has difficulty maintaining his human body.
Only when the spiritual energy in the body is sufficient can the practice of the technique be maintained for the time of an incense stick, or even shorter.
"how?"
Qin Mian looked at Song Shu expectantly and asked, "I've never accepted a disciple before. Would you like to be my first?"
Song Shu: "Gu."
Go away.
Song Shu scratched Qin Mian's face with his claws and pushed him back. He said expressionlessly, "Gugu."
A rat would never recognize a grain thief as its master.
Seeing the little squirrel's decisive refusal, Qin Mian said regretfully, "If you don't want to, forget it. It won't be so easy to become my disciple again in the future."
"Gu."
Grain thieves, don’t dream.
Qin Mian shook his head. Since the little squirrel was unwilling to become his disciple, he would give it more spiritual food in the future, which would help prolong its lifespan and prevent it from dying in the next three to five years.
Although the man and the squirrel had not spent a long time together, Qin Mian had to admit that he quite liked this grumpy and petty squirrel.
It makes the days of guarding the mountain, which were thought to be boring, more joyful.
Song Shu liked the cloak Qin Mian gave him very much, and he didn't even take it off when he went to bed at night. Now when he went to bed at night, he either crawled into the quilt or curled up in Qin Mian's hands when Qin Mian was meditating.
For some reason, Qin Mian's body was always warm, and Song Shu felt that it was warmer than a quilt.
After a sound night's sleep, Song Shu woke up the next day with four layers of quilts on his body, but the grain thief was nowhere to be seen.
Where does the grain thief go with the rat on his back?
Song Shu jumped up from the bed alertly, grabbed the bedpost and crawled to the ground. He saw that the door of the thatched hut was half open, and Qin Mian was standing outside the door with a tall and graceful figure. The heavy snow fell on her jade crown and black hair and quickly melted out of thin air.
In front of him stood a strange young man with a high ponytail, his hair was covered with falling white snow, and he was wearing a thin blue shirt, but he didn't seem to feel the cold.
There are actually people here!
Song Shu ran out in surprise, then skillfully pulled Qin Mian's clothes and climbed onto his shoulders.
"Gu?"
Who is this grain thief?
"Brother Qin Mian, you also have a little squirrel?"
Bai Quan looked at the little squirrel standing on the eldest brother's shoulder, tilting its head and shaking its gray-white tail. The corners of his lips unconsciously curled up. He covered his mouth and smiled, "It looks very smart and cute. I'm sure there will be more fun things to do every day with it as a company."
"Gu?"
Song Shu blinked and looked at the handsome face very close to him.
He actually only found out today that the grain thief had a name.
Qin Mian.
Song Shu pondered for a moment, his expression showing a hint of disgust.
What an ugly name.
The author has something to say:
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Song Shu: Rats are hardworking and majestic! [Keep it up]
Qin Mian (cheering): Squirrel King is awesome! [Keep it up!]
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