am i a devil

Wang Mo later found out that his thinking was still too naive.

He just thought that during the Chinese New Year, most of their time would be spent on posting Spring Festival couplets, but he didn't expect that in the few days before posting Spring Festival couplets, they still had a very important task, that is, to post the Spring Festival couplets. The Spring Festival couplets are peeled off.

"It's easy to handle." Before starting work, the old cat said in a very relaxed tone.

"Splash some water, brush it with a steel wool ball and it will come down."

"Water-splashing steel wool ball," Wang Mo said, looking at the old cat in disbelief.

"These are all authentic works comparable to xx posts!" Wang Mo croaked, completely forgetting that the other party was a master who ate cat food in a bowl of old objects that could be auctioned and broke records.

"But don't people give you all? As long as there are people, are you afraid that there will be no posts?" The old cat looked at Wang Mo with a puzzled expression.

The person hasn't given it to me yet, Wang Mo said in his heart, and then felt that this is not the key point of the dialogue.

However, what Lao Mao said logically made perfect sense.

And judging from his love for other old objects, the old cat still cherishes his property very much, just because Xun Ying himself has the talent to create sky-high calligraphy and paintings, and the creation cycle is suspected to have started from the era of monkeys. So the value of a single piece of work is automatically ignored.

So here comes the question, why even a miser-like cat like Lao Mao thinks it doesn't matter to the Spring Festival couplets, but he feels that he can't just use steel balls to blaspheme? Wang Mo felt confused and curious about his mentality in his heart.

He just instinctively thought so.

It seems that I am quite infatuated, Wang Mo vaguely has a general understanding of his situation.

But he doesn't think there's anything wrong with this. For the big killer of love, he is afraid of encountering scum who is not sincere, but Wang Mo does not have this kind of danger. After all, the other party's life lamp is kept by him. That heart-piercing feeling is absolutely impossible to pretend.

When Wang Mo thought of this, he let go of this point, and proposed to the old cat that the Spring Festival couplets at home should be cleaned up protectively.

Old cat: "..."

"Young man, do you know how many doors there are in the house?" said the old cat.

Wang Mo: "..."

Although I don't know the exact number, but seeing the old cat's pupils start to quake, Wang Mo thinks it shouldn't be too few.

"That's okay, after all, there are three of us, right?" Wang Mo said.

"Actually, I'm going out to visit Muppet Cat's house. It's boring for him to celebrate the New Year by himself." After the old cat finished speaking, he jumped out of the window and ran away without giving Wang Mo a chance to breathe.

Wang Mo: "..."

What about the promised brotherhood? Wang Mo thought rather lonely and coldly.

Since the old cat didn't want to get involved, Wang Mo planned to start early. If he worked for a few more days, on average, the workload would not be too great.

Thinking so, Wang Mo opened the door and went out. When he passed the tenth door, Wang Mo's liver began to tremble a little.

Most of the doors in their house were not very closed, which led to serious deviations in Wang Mo's estimate of the number.

Wang Mo: "..."

No wonder Xun Ying's waist hurt after spending two days in the study, Wang Mo thought.

However, when Wang Mo finally took off the first couplet as carefully as if he took off the contact lenses he wore when playing the role of the Great Demon King, he felt that his waist must be hurting more than Xun Ying's. up.

This is simply a technical job, Wang Mo thought, if I master this skill, maybe I can find a job restoring famous paintings or something.

But he just thought about it casually, because in all honesty, the technical content of unraveling the couplets is not very big, the main thing is whether the people who do this work have patience.

Wang Mo is undoubtedly very patient, otherwise he would not have given up trying to fall in love with Xun Ying after getting along with Xun Ying for such a long time, and he has grown a heart for the final success. This patience is not everything Everyone has it.

Relying on his patience, Wang Mo cheered himself up, and then started to move to the next gate.

Where is this door? This is Qimen Dunjia, right? After taking off the second couplet, Wang Mo grumbled in his heart.

And I seem to have been wandering in the gate of death, where is my gate of life? Wang Mo asked a question that hit the soul.

Just when Wang Mo doubted his life, his life gate—Xun Ying came back from outside.

"What are you up to?" Xun Ying asked curiously seeing Wang Mo's appearance as a painter.

"I'm unveiling Spring Festival couplets." Wang Mo said.

"Just expose it." Xun Ying looked at Wang Mo with a puzzled smile, and stretched out his hand to tear him off the remaining half of last year's Spring Festival couplets.

"Leave [-] million!" Wang Mo shouted.

Xun Ying: "..."

Xun Ying then stopped his behavior of "sweeping the floor with gentleness" in Wang Mo's eyes, and looked at the "records" in Wang Mo's hand - the few Spring Festival couplets that he had just uncovered in good condition.

"Amo, I'm afraid you may not be able to finish exposing the method from the first day to the fifteenth day of the junior high school." Xun Ying, who knew how many important families there were in his family, persuaded Wang Mo.

"I know that." Wang Mo had just been beaten up by the small society he was in, and felt that it would be good if he could walk out of this floor after working until midnight today, so he fully understood that Xun Ying's words were true.

"Then why do you still do this?" Xun Ying said.

"I can write these Spring Festival couplets again, it doesn't matter."

"It's not because of this." Wang Mo thought for a while and said.

"Even if you write it later, these things are also works that you have put your heart and soul into. It's a pity to lose them like this," Wang Mo said.

"Even if you are not a vest of a famous calligrapher, it's the same."

He cherishes his things very much, even if it is a piece of paper, Xun Ying thought to himself, he must really like me.

Xun Ying got a very strong sense of security, which gave him a very relaxed positive emotional experience that was different from excitement.

"Then I'll change my clothes, and then I'll work with you. It's always faster for two people to do things than one person alone." Xun Ying then took the banner in Wang Mo's hand and said.

"Well, then I'll wait for you." Wang Mo smiled.

He felt that Xun Ying seemed to be shining just now.

Is it because of my random words?

If this is the case, Wang Mo will not be stingy with his feelings, and he will not feel embarrassed because of some more intense expressions. When he was not sure before, he had to consider whether he might misunderstand the other party. Don't think about these things at all.

Xun Ying quickly changed his clothes and came out, and it seemed that the equipment was more advanced than that of Wang Mo.

"You look quite professional." Wang Mo looked at Xun Ying and nodded in approval.

"Although I haven't exposed the Spring Festival couplets, when I was writing calligraphy and painting before, I was more or less exposed to paperwork. Let's try it out." Xun Ying said.

So Xun Ying became the main force, and Wang Mo was at the side to help him. Sure enough, after using Xun Ying's method, the Spring Festival couplets were uncovered faster and their appearance was more intact.

"If we continue to do this, we should have time to complete the project before the Chinese New Year." Wang Mo said quite excitedly.

Encouragement from a lover is always very effective. After being looked at by Wang Mo with longing eyes, Xun Ying's work speed showed a momentum of rapid progress. Before dinner, they almost finished their regular residence. The amount of work on the entire door frame of the building.

The two of them called it a day and went back to the restaurant for dinner.

Wang Mo thought it was amazing.

It may be because he often moved bricks in the past, he was actually not very interested in this kind of highly repetitive work.

But when I worked with Xun Ying for a few hours just now, I didn't feel that the time passed slowly at all. On the contrary, I found it quite interesting, especially when Xun Ying explained some manual skills to him. It's very common science, but Wang Mo will naturally feel interested.

Does this have something to do with the theory of relativity? Wang Mo, who had drunk a lot of ink recently, suddenly thought of this.

Speaking of which, Xun Ying is the kind of handsome man who feels that time flies by sitting next to him

Wang Mo took a peek at Xun Ying and felt that he could indeed make contributions to science.

"What's the matter?" Xun Ying found that Wang Mo was looking at him, so he asked.

"It's nothing, I just think it's interesting to work with you." Wang Mo answered Xun Ying's question honestly.

"Is that so?" Xun Ying said with a smile.

"I also feel that if you listen to me, I will be less tired when doing things." Xun Ying said.

"Maybe this is the legendary combination of attacking and receiving. It's not tiring to work." Wang Mo thought for a while and said.

Xun Ying: "..."

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After eating, they went on to work.

At this moment, the old cat also came back with the puppet cat. While walking in the yard, he happened to meet Wang Mo and Xun Ying, who were "combined with attack and subject, and not tired of working".

"You two worked pretty fast." The old cat couldn't help sighing when he saw that their workplace had spread beyond the building where they usually lived.

"Xun Ying is skilled. I mainly do it first, but I should be able to get started soon." Wang Mo said energetically.

The old cat nodded, and was about to take the puppet cat away, when the other party pulled him back and bit his ear.

"The puppet cat asked why you two were so careful to reveal the couplets. Their family just tore them up and replaced them with new ones every year during Chinese New Year." The old cat asked Wang Mo and Xun Ying on behalf of the puppet cat.

"Because I want to keep Xun Ying's handwriting." Wang Mo said generously.

The old cat nodded, appreciating his brave way of expressing love, thinking that he was upright and quite a man, which was in line with their cat's personality of distinguishing between likes and dislikes and jumping at sight.

Just when the old cat wanted to praise Wang Mo, the puppet cat pulled the old cat with its mangosteen-like claws, and continued to bite his ear.

"The puppet cat said that the two of you have such a good relationship, you must like Xun Ying very much." The old cat truthfully conveyed Jiyou's opinion, and then took Jiyou away.

Wang Mo: "..."

Xun Ying: "..."

The two of them worked hard all night, and they finished a fraction of the whole project. According to this progress, it is still possible to finish this work before the Spring Festival.

So Wang Mo held a bunch of good-looking Spring Festival couplets with great care and carried them to his room, tidying up and storing them up when he was free.

Then he went downstairs again and sat with Xun Ying at the water bar for a drink.

"Amo, you're sweating." Xun Ying looked at Wang Mo's smooth forehead, and as he spoke, he naturally took out a piece of tissue paper from the paper box on the dining table and wiped his forehead thin sweat.

"It's such a cold day, it's hard for you." Xun Ying said.

"You also helped me a lot." Wang Mo smiled.

"And it's nothing for me to do. Didn't the puppet cat say that I like you very much." Wang Mo said.

Then, as if he remembered something, he puffed up his bun face.

"Do you like me as much as I like you?" Wang Mo asked with his arms crossed.

"Yes." Xun Ying nodded.

"You say there is." Wang Mo looked at him with his chin resting.

"I have evidence." Xun Ying said convincingly, taking out his mobile phone.

"Although I didn't keep your handwriting, I kept all the messages you sent me." Xun Ying, who was not good at expressing emotions, had to show his point of view with real objects.

Wang Mo curiously took Xun Ying's cell phone and took a look in it.

"Bring me a bottle of Fat House Happy Water when you come back from get off work."

"Come back from get off work and bring me a fat house happy chicken."

"Come back from get off work and bring me a fried belly."

"Come back from get off work and bring me a Ma La Tang."

Wang Mo kept flipping down, feeling more and more that the sweat that had just been wiped off his smooth forehead seeped out again.

Thanks to this being at home, thanks to the fact that this person is my boyfriend, if this is in the dormitory, if the other party is only my roommate, there is a certain probability that someone like me will be beaten by my roommates, Wang Mo Some fear to think.

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