My three pots of meat plants

Wen Wuchu was awakened by the glare of the sun. He didn't close the curtains before going to bed last night, and the sun shone directly on his eyelids.

He got up and rubbed his still tingling head.

"Sure enough, you can't take a hot bath after drinking." Wen Wuchu sighed, climbed out of bed, washed up briefly, and patted his face in the mirror.

'Come on, Wen Wuchu! 'He poured himself two mouthfuls of chicken soup in his heart.

Walking back to the living room, opened the curtains, and the sunlight flooded the entire living room through the large window.Wen Wuchu opened the window, enjoying the fresh morning air.

Stretching, Wen Wuchu turned his head, just in time to see the neighbor cleaning the window.

Wen Wuchu lives in a high-end residential area. The neighbors next door are a couple of retired government officials.The two of them didn't live in any government compound, but in this well-managed community. Although the floors were high, two elevators for two families per floor were enough for each building.

Wen Wuchu greeted Grandma Chen, but saw Grandma Chen looking in his direction with dull eyes.

"Grandma Chen?" Wen Wuchu raised his voice two minutes, he was very grateful to this old man who likes to share his newly developed dishes with him.

As a result, Grandma Chen didn't seem to hear, she pointed in Wen Wuchu's direction.

Wen Wuchu pointed at his face in confusion.It turned out that Grandma Chen didn't respond.Wen Wuchu suddenly had an inexplicable premonition, he turned his face to the other window, his kitchen.

On the bay window of the kitchen, there were three handsome men in ancient costumes, their long hair fluttering in the wind, like a beautiful picture scroll. If you ignore the three people, they would be too crowded to stand up.

Oh, God!Wen Wuchu shouted in his heart, waved to Grandma Chen, turned and ran to the kitchen.

Hong Ying was flipping through the morning paper when she saw her wife Chen Cuihua walking back from the window with a surprised expression and sitting on the sofa.

"What's wrong?" Hong Ying was a little curious, Grandma Chen had been in a daze.

"The kid next door to us, Xiao Wen, seems to be a celebrity manager, right?" Chen Cuihua asked.

Hong Ying thought for a while, then nodded: "It seems to be, what's wrong."

Chen Cuihua recalled the scene she saw when she opened the window in the morning. Three men who looked like immortals were standing on Wen Wuchu's balcony, with different expressions on their faces, one indifferent, one stern, and the other aggrieved, but no matter what, they were all unearthly. .Those three people also noticed Grandma Chen, and they looked at each other for a long time like this, and when they saw Grandma Chen, they felt as if they had returned to the time when they first fell in love in Girls' Generation.

"I think, Xiao Wen's child is good in everything, but the taste is a bit strong." Chen Cuihua obviously didn't know what mess to associate with.

Hong Ying also looked at him inexplicably: "What's the matter? What heavy taste? Do you like to eat heavily seasoned dishes?"

Chen Cuihua gave him a blank look, didn't answer, got up and went back to the room, and said while walking: "But it's okay, I think those three children are much better than the star who often went to Xiao Wen's house before, what are they called, Deng Shulin, right?" , that kid is a scheming master at first glance, how can Xiao Wen be able to lead that kid. The three kids just now are not bad, and they have finished dressing up and practicing in the early morning. They work so hard, actors should have this quality..."

Grandma Chen walked away rambling, leaving behind Grandpa Hong who looked dazed, adjusted his glasses and shook his head, completely confused about what happened.

Wen Wuchu walked to the kitchen. The road from the living room to the kitchen was the most complicated road he had traveled in his life. While walking, he kept rubbing his fingers, hoping that he was still in a dream, and would wake up naturally after rubbing the pain. coming.

However, all this is not a dream after all, when standing at the kitchen door and looking at the three faces on the kitchen window sill that he thought were ghosts, Wen Wuchu really understood what it means to have mixed feelings.

The three people on the windowsill also looked at him.

The man in silver still looked at him indifferently, the man in white had gentle eyes, and the man in red had the most expressive expression. He pouted at him and pointed at the window with a tearless expression. Finally, Wen Wuchu was indifferent , and shook his hand at Wen Wuchu with a harmless expression on his face.

On the window sill, there were three gorgeous small flower pots lying on the side, and the fleshy plants inside were gone.

In the blink of an eye, several choices flashed through Wen Wuchu's head.

First, he will immediately lie on the bed and sleep for another day, maybe God will take back such a funny joke when he wakes up;

Second, he immediately searched the Internet to see if there was an exorcist mage or Shaolin abbot who could come right away, and then subdued these three monsters;

Thirdly, he just pretended he couldn’t see, continued to do his own thing, didn’t open the window, and starved the three monsters to death. Is he thinking about how to dispose of the body?Thinking that he had read countless mystery novels, and it turned out to be useful for this moment?

Wen Wuchu couldn't laugh or cry because of his own thoughts.And quickly gave up these three options, because he heard the cell phone alarm he set on weekdays, and it rang on time at seven o'clock.

For the office workers in this community, most of them should wake up at this point, and Wen Wuchu didn't know why he woke up earlier after he was hungover.

But this mobile phone alarm reminded him that no one woke up before, so only Grandma Chen next door who got up early in the morning saw that when everyone got up later and went downstairs, the three men crowded together on the window sill. It's strange to be discovered.

If someone calls the property or security at a later date, how do you explain it when the security comes up to check the house?Do you want to say to the security guard: "I'm sorry, those are three goblins, let's leave them alone and let them freeze to death?"

Thinking of this scene, Wen Wuchu felt helpless. He probably would be sent to a psychiatric hospital before the three goblins froze to death.

With a bitter smile, Wen Wuchu stepped forward to open the window, and then immediately stepped back to create a distance.

The three men on the window sill were stunned for a moment, and then quickly jumped down one after another. Obviously they were just taking a step, but their movements were full of elegance, with a kind of beauty like a fairy coming down to earth.

Wen Wuchu couldn't help taking another step back before looking at the three of them. He had to admit that the faces of the three of them were indeed shockingly beautiful, which made him suspect countless times that he was in a dream.

But now Wen Wuchu won't deceive himself and think that he is in a dream, these three people are just three monsters.

Is it a monster turned into by the three pots of succulents I bought?Wen Wuchu recalled the scene of buying meat plants yesterday, and the more he thought about it, the more suspicious he became. Even the smile of the old man who bought the plants was immediately interpreted by him as a meaningful smile.

The three Rou Zhijun only saw that the opposite person was in a daze, and didn't know that the other person was using his poor imagination and poor brains to construct the ins and outs of a bizarre story.

"Meet again, can you give me a bowl of noodles that I ate yesterday?" It was Xue Jingrui who spoke first, his eyes were pitiful and lethal, and as if to match his words, Xue Jingrui's stomach was also rumbling shouted.

Both Bai Shengxiu and Qi Jingze looked at Xue Jingrui with some distaste. When they were in Dalu Kingdom, they didn't need to eat at all, and they could rely entirely on the spiritual power of heaven and earth to support them.

However, their disgust only lasted for a few seconds, because soon, they found that their stomachs also growled.

what's the situation?Didn't they just come to another world?Became a botanical?No mana or spiritual power?Still need to eat?

Both of them felt that everything was terrible.

The one who felt worse than them was naturally Wen Wuchu. Hearing Xue Jingrui's words, Wen Wuchu said angrily, "Aren't you a plant monster? Isn't photosynthesis enough? When you're hungry, just bury yourself in the soil to absorb some sunlight." Huh? If there is no water, there is a faucet and you can water it yourself. I have never raised plants, so I won’t feel guilty if I drown you later.”

Seeing the fierce tone of the young man he liked, Xue Jingrui immediately felt aggrieved. He didn't know where he said something wrong, and his eyes became more and more pitiful. It reminded Wen Wuchu of the Chinese garden dog he raised when he was a child.

This association doesn't seem very good, because the other person's face is so beautiful, linking him with a dog makes even Wen Wuchu want to cast aside himself.

"Come on, come with me." Wen Wuchu said, and by the way mustered up the courage to go forward and pick up three empty small flower pots on the windowsill.

Wen Wuchu led the three of them outside the house, but the three of them didn't understand what Wen Wuchu meant, so they followed behind.

I saw Wen Wuchu put the three flower pots in his hands at the elevator door, then turned around, and said to the three of them sincerely: "Three goblin uncles, I am really pitiful when I am young, and my life is like a tragedy in the world. I really can't afford you three uncles, or should I trouble you three uncles to find another home, I really feel deeply sorry for bringing the three of you back yesterday because of my ignorance."

After finishing speaking in one breath, Wen Wuchu bowed, and while the three of them were still in a daze, he immediately jumped back into the room and closed the door. Finally, he locked the door and pushed a chair against it.

Yes, regardless of the origins of these three beautiful and delicious men, whether they are humans, demons or ghosts, whether they live or die in the future, he doesn't want to have anything to do with them anymore. Wen Wuchu doesn't want to be involved in their future at all.