Short Stories Before Bedtime

The beauty's eyes widened in surprise, even more surprised than when her lover put a knife on her neck in the past, and asked, "Why did you die, when you saved me..."

The big man replied disdainfully: "'Mingming'? What about Mingming? Obviously, I was not the one who saved you. I told you before, but you didn't believe me. It's just that since you have so determined that I am your savior, And she’s so pretty, if I don’t play for nothing, I’ll let nature take its course.”

The beauty turned from surprise to disbelief, and finally became angry, saying: "What you said is true, so you are deliberately misleading me."

The big man laughed, noncommittal. Seeing the current situation, the old zombie turned around and left. Since someone dug a hole for him and buried him, why didn't he make it happen? Although he didn't do it himself, he was a little unwilling, but the little zombie couldn't get burned. No matter, no one is older than his own wife.

The big man was a little dumbfounded when he saw the old zombie turn around and leave. Suddenly, his speaking mouth was fixed in the air, and he looked in disbelief at the white and slender hand inserted into his chest, which was still wandering around him a few days ago.

The beauty said viciously: "Don't you want to live? I will give you the pain that the dead can't usually feel, and let you 'live' once."

The big man looked at her dumbfounded as if he didn't know her, and asked in horror: "What are you going to do?"

"Big-unload-eight-block"

"what!!!"

The old zombie covered the little zombie's ears to block out the tragic sound of killing pigs.

……

The old zombie was a little absent-minded. The little zombie hadn't seen him since he came back. Every time he went to see him, he hid under the quilt. The old zombie asked the sad beauty, "Do you know why?"

The beauty replied: "I don't know, go and have a look."

The old zombie said, "Okay."

So the old zombie was delighted to find that the little zombie turned his head and finally saw him, but when the little zombie saw the beautiful woman emerging from behind the old zombie, he pursed his mouth and shrank back.

Old Zombie: "..." Just now seemed to be an illusion.

The old zombie was at a loss, the beauty seemed to understand something, drove the old zombie out, and said, "When I talk to him, he will be willing to see you."

The beauty told the little zombie the ins and outs of the matter through the quilt, and the little zombie popped out of the quilt after listening, looked at the beauty with wet eyes, and remembered that he seemed to have scolded her in his heart before, watching the beauty speak softly Talking to him, I felt a little guilty in my heart, I retracted my head again, and said muffledly under the quilt: "I'm sorry."

Seeing his cute appearance, the beauty seemed to understand why the old iron tree of the old zombie fell down here, and said: "What are you sorry for me, I was almost brought up by the old zombie, I have known him for so many years, I still This is the first time I saw him being so caring about someone. He usually doesn’t say a word, but whenever he meets you, he will become very verbose. If you haven’t seen him for the past two days, he looks like a weakling. It’s like being possessed by a god.”

The little zombie was a little overjoyed and said, "Really?"

Hearing his cheerful words, the beauty was also a little happy, and said: "Of course it is true. It is not easy to meet someone who likes you and you like in this life. It is good to take advantage of the time, and everything is still in time."

The little zombie quickly lifted the quilt, pulled the beauty, and said happily: "What did you just say, he likes me, how could he like me." He touched his face for a while, touched his hands for a while, and then happily His expression became decadent again in an instant, and he said, "Why, Mr. Old Zombie doesn't like men."

"Of course I don't like men, I just like you." The old zombie came in at some point and stood at the entrance of the tomb.

The beauty was a little amused, and the old zombie hadn't confessed to others yet, the two of them were still covered with a layer of veil, got up, patted the old zombie's shoulder, made a cheering gesture, and walked out.

Since the little zombie heard Mr. Old Zombie's voice, he retreated into the quilt reluctantly. The old zombie pulled the little zombie out of the quilt helplessly and asked, "What's the matter?"

Seeing that the quilt was thrown aside by the old zombie and out of reach, the little zombie boldly buried it in the old zombie's chest. He was so happy that he almost fainted, but when he thought of his current appearance, he said in a muffled voice, "Ugly~" His face was molted. Seriously, even the little zombie himself doesn't want to see it.

The old zombie was not angry at once, nor was he happy. It was because of this that the co-author put him in the cold palace these days. He pulled the little zombie out and held his face and kissed him. This kiss did not bring any emotion| Desire for color, because the little zombie seems to be struck by lightning from the beginning to the end, making it difficult for people to enter the state.

The little zombie said incoherently, "You you you..."

The old zombie's eyes were wandering, and the little zombie pulled him into his arms, stroked his back like comforting an awkward child, and said, "I've left you thinking about it for so long, I'm sorry, I always thought you knew, Coffin It should only be used with spouse and children."

The little zombie said aggrievedly: "Then you didn't do anything to me that made me not want to be crooked." With the words of those zombies, he automatically assumed the role behind.

The old zombie smiled and said, "You are still young, don't worry."

The little zombie retorted: "I'm so young."

Feeling that the word "self" is very evil, the little zombie immediately silenced his voice. Being a zombie still has some advantages. When he was alive, he was prone to blush when he was shy, but now he can't see it. "

Before the little zombie had time to express himself, he was dragged away by the old zombie for a comparison.

After comparing it for an unknown amount of time, the little zombie came to a conclusion exhausted. It seemed that he was relatively young and not too long. He was very angry, but he was still a little shy, although he didn't know what the relationship between shyness and blushing was.