Help, I've become a paper man

The time spent lying down passed especially quickly. In a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, Song Yi heard a knock on the door. It was Heitan's unique way of calling people. After all, in a life of two people and a horse, they could not ask Yan Changyue, a financial sponsor who earns money to support the family, to knock on the door, nor could they demand that Heitan, a horse with only hooves but no hands, knock more politely.

Song Yi arched from his prone position to a sitting position, then slowly stood up, saying, "I'm coming, I'm coming to eat right away."

If he didn't speak, the horse would kick the door. After he responded, only the sound of footsteps could be heard. Having completed the task, Heitan was not anxious or wanted to pay attention to him. He left quickly, leaving him plenty of free time.

But when he heard the sound, he immediately rushed to the door, picked up his shoes, opened the door with one hand, put on his shoes, staggered and ran, starting a chase with the horse indoors.

What a joke!

There are indeed only two people and one horse living on this island. No one needs to eat, and no one will go into the kitchen. Their daily food is freshly prepared outside and immediately teleported here with magic props. Although there are three portions, the quantity is limited and it is on a first-come, first-served basis. When Yan Changyue's food is not touched, Song Yi and Heitan's eating is a war - how to compete for more food "friendly" in front of the "parents".

It is a promotion course that they pretend to be friendly with. I haven’t tried hard yet and have not succeeded.

Today was no exception. When Song Yi arrived at the restaurant, Yan Changyue was sitting in the first seat, eating. Two seats to his lower left was Heitan. Its front hooves were resting on the seat, and it lowered its head to dig up its food. Its eyes were on the food opposite. Song Yi sat down and started eating before it could take a bite. While Yan Changyue lowered her head, he poked a piece of meat from Heitan's plate. Heitan immediately fought back. The man and the horse started to "steal" each other's food in front of each other, forcing the other to "steal" each other's food.

...until Yan Changyue reminded him to "eat well".

Lunch time ended quickly, and after the meal, the two of them left the table. Yan Changyue tapped on the table, and a light blue light enveloped it. Lines outlined the contours of the objects, and in the blink of an eye, the food remnants and tableware disappeared, leaving only a clean and tidy table.

Next came the afternoon activity time, which was only for Song Yi and Heitan. Yan Changyue returned to the study on the second floor to continue her work, while the two continued to pretend to be friendly. Song Yi hooked his arm around Heitan's neck, and Heitan tried to step on Song Yi's feet while walking. The two seemed to be "arm in arm", but in fact they left the restaurant swaying from side to side, and only let each other go at the door.

As expected, they were killing time on their own again. The reason I say that is because something "accidental" happened. The two said goodbye, and Heitan turned around and left, just like usual. But this time, less than two minutes later, when Song Yi just stopped on the beach where he lay in the morning, Heitan ran over again and threw the ball in his mouth to Song Yi. Song Yi subconsciously raised his hand to catch it, and the other hand that was supporting on the beach also slightly exerted force to prop up his body that was about to lie down.

The two looked at each other but did nothing further. In the warm afternoon sun, they both seemed unusually friendly.

Song Yi asked: "What's wrong?"

Heitan tapped the beach with its front hooves and raised its head slightly, motioning for Song Yi to play.

This was an action Song Yi had never seen before, but he unexpectedly guessed what Heitan meant. However, he found it hard to believe that it would be like this, so he asked again: "Hold it for you?"

The black charcoal snorted and shook its head more vigorously. The look it gave him was more humane, with a hint of "you are an idiot". Then, it jumped up, and its flexible body turned in the air, making a "throw" gesture. When it fell, the dust it raised covered Song Yi's head.

Song Yi swept the sand off his head with one hand, wiped his face, and surprisingly found a sense of familiarity. He relaxed, raised the ball in his other hand, and asked:

"Play this with me?"

Heitan nodded.

Song Yi replied "OK", and the man and the horse began to walk on the beach, drawing out the battlefield space and defining their respective activity areas. Under Song Yi's "hosting", they "agreed" that going beyond the area would be considered crossing the boundary. This man and horse, on the island, played a strange ball game with polo, which was not limited to kicking or throwing. As long as they passed through the opponent's area and made the ball go out of bounds, they would win.

The charcoal species was strong enough and did not think that he would lose. Similarly, Song Yi experienced the strong qualities of this body and did not think that there was any possibility of him losing.

So, in the heat of the afternoon, the contest between the two sides began. Every time Heitan kicked with his hoof, the sand and the ball were wrapped around it, which was no less than a physical attack with magic. This was a move that humans could hardly do. On the contrary, Song Yi, with the help of his flexible body and the vague memory of the Bo Lan group, began to copy the skills of the sports group, and was also evenly matched. However, after a few breaths, the dust was flying, and the horse's body and skin were covered with sand. Under the sunlight, the sand reflected the golden light, like a golden gauze falling from the sky, but the dust was a little big, and the horse and the man sneezed, and their vision began to be limited. However, neither of them was willing to admit defeat, and they relied entirely on perception and memory to play the ball.

Heitan hadn't played like this for a long time, and the whole horse became cheerful. Even though the conditions were difficult, he became more and more excited. On the contrary, Song Yi began to get anxious, wanting to win as soon as possible and escape from the battlefield with flying sand. He kept increasing the force of his counterattack, and after throwing the ball with all his strength, he heard Heitan's scream.

Instead of feeling happy, he slipped and almost fell to the ground. Without being able to stabilize himself, he staggered over and asked loudly, "What happened? Where did you get hit?"

He ran, and the horse ran too, and they chased each other out of the sand circle. Song Yi looked at Heitan's agile figure and headed straight for the coastline. He chased and called Heitan's name, but Heitan ignored him and didn't look back. He just rushed forward stubbornly. Song Yi was so anxious that he wondered, after traveling through the world, how come the horse still can't talk!

Fortunately, they were not far from the sea. Heitan stopped, stepped on the waves with his front hooves, and kept his eyes on the sea. Song Yi, who caught up with him, jumped up, hooked his long neck again, and asked, "What happened?"

Of course there was no answer.

But Heitan turned his head and stared at Song Yi silently, with tears in his big eyes, as if he was about to cry at any time, which made Song Yi shiver. He let go of his neck and began to laugh awkwardly subconsciously, reflecting on what he had just done.

At this moment, Song Yi Fu came to his mind and remembered the forgotten thing, the ball he threw... He turned his head to look and saw something on the sea, slowly sinking into the water. He didn't know what material it was made of. It didn't fall down immediately, nor could it float up.

"That," Song Yi pointed at himself, clenched his fist in the air, pointed at the sea, and continued, "I threw your ball... into the sea?"

Heitan's answer was an even more tragic neighing, with big tears rolling down his cheeks, making Song Yi's heart tremble. After all, he was not an unforgivable person. After crying like this, Song Yi felt for the first time that their "family of three" was not a foster father with two "children", but that he joined a family with a single father and became a vicious stepmother. When the "child" asked him to play games, he threw away all the "child's" toys...

"Okay, be good, don't cry, it's just a ball..." Song Yi stopped talking halfway, hugged Heitan who was raising his horse's hoof, stroked the horse's back soothingly, softened his tone, and continued speaking.

"I'll help you get it back."