am i a devil

Xun Ying: "..."

That shouldn't be Amo, Xun Ying thought, it's just a girl whose back looks a lot like Amo.

But when the square dancing team turned to one side in unison, Xun Ying's fluke idea was ruthlessly broken by the sudden reality.

That is Wang Mo.

He's leading the dance, and he's wearing a little skirt.

Wang Mo finished the last half circle gracefully, and stopped dancing embarrassingly.

Then he saw Xun Ying sitting on a bench in a nearby park, watching him.

Wang Mo: "..."

"Brother, why are you here?" Wang Mo said, and ran over wearing a small skirt.

Xun Ying: "..."

I want to respect other people's aesthetic views and clothing habits, Xun Ying said silently several times in his heart, and then nodded towards Wang Mo.

"I came out for a walk and saw you... over here." Xun Ying said vaguely.

"Ah, brother, wait for me, I will return the borrowed clothes." Wang Mo seemed to have finally noticed his little skirt, so he untied the one-piece skirt while loosening the knot at his waist. I got down, ran over and gave it back to a member of the square dance.

The ladies in the square dance surrounded Wang Mo talking enthusiastically, causing him to delay for a while before running back again.

"Everyone asked me to come back tomorrow." Wang Mo ran back to Xun Ying's side and said with a smile.

Xun Ying: "..."

"Because no men came to participate today, and I couldn't borrow men's clothes, a big sister lent me the extra women's dance clothes." Wang Mo explained, and then scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

Actually, it's not like you can't dance in casual clothes, Xun Ying thought.

"Are you going back now?" Xun Ying didn't say much, just asked Wang Mo.

"Well, it's over." Wang Mo wiped the sweat from his brow, nodded with a sense of accomplishment.

"Okay, then let's go back." Xun Ying nodded, took out his men's handkerchief, and handed it to Wang Mo.

Since Xun Ying's family sold a cat bowl, they have reached the pinnacle of life. Not only have their clothes changed from old man's shirts to elegant ones, but their wearability is much better than that of carrots, cabbage, briquettes, etc. up.

At this moment, Wang Mo looked at the silk handkerchief Xun Ying handed him, and couldn't do anything to greet his face with such a good thing.

"Wipe it off," Xun Ying said looking at Wang Mo waving a handkerchief in a daze, in order to prevent him from being regarded as a performance artist imitating the people seeing off people on the ferry.

"It's getting cold sooner or later. If you don't wipe it, it will be easily damaged by the wind." Xun Ying said.

As soon as he heard that it was related to health preservation, Wang Mo immediately gave up his temper of dissection and Tibetan pearls, wiped the sweat on his forehead very carefully with Xun Ying's handkerchief, and fully demonstrated the so-called "Wang Mo's method" with practical actions. Precautions for use and maintenance".

Xun Ying: "..."

Xun Ying thought Wang Mo was a magical child.

Before meeting Wang Mo, Xun Ying always felt that he was too heavy.

Wang Mo, on the other hand, was always very optimistic and brought a bright and lively feeling to Xun Ying's life.

His ideas are always so whimsical, but this kind of whimsy is very contagious, making people feel that although the possibility is slim, they are still willing to believe that he will succeed.

In Xun Ying's view, this is a very magical personality charm.

"Brother, what are you thinking?"

Just when Xun Ying was thinking this way, he heard Wang Mo talk to him.

"It's nothing, I just think you are very devilish." Xun Ying said.

Wang Mo: "..."

Since the brother has just started to get familiar with the Internet culture, I will take it as a compliment, Wang Mo comforted himself in his heart.

-

In a blink of an eye, the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching.

Wang Mo's heart was beating wildly.

Although he had celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival in various places before, he had no experience of spending it with his family.

This year is different, he has a senior brother, and Wang Mo directly divided Xun Ying into it based on the principle that as long as they are called brothers, they should be treated according to the family members.

Judging from various signs, Xun Ying's family did indeed have signs of celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival on this day of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Because in the morning, Xun Ying took Wang Mo to the seafood market and bought a lot of crabs.

Wang Mo hadn’t eaten much seafood before. Firstly, his salary was not high, so it might be a bit difficult to eat every day. Secondly, Wang Mo always felt a bit boring eating seafood by himself in a rented house, so he always likes to eat seafood in large quantities. If you are full, you can eat meals in a few minutes, such as pancakes, fruit, Guilin rice noodles, cold skin, and oily noodles.

Unlike today, two people returned with a full load of crabs in two net bags.

Looking at the big blue crabs, Wang Mo had already cooked them in his heart, and his eyes were red and dazed, with a festive look.

He kept the crabs in the kitchen sink, and when he came out, he saw their ingenious old cat, holding a very old-looking mold, tinkering with something.

"Brother Cat, I'm busy." Wang Mo went over to tease the cat with a good mood.

The old cat looked at your happy Wang Mo and nodded.

"I'm making moon cakes," said the old cat.

"Brother Cat is so amazing." Wang Mo exclaimed.

"What's the stuffing?" He moved forward and watched the mooncake making process that he had never seen before.

"Try it, little brother." The old cat took out a ready-made moon cake and placed it in front of Wang Mo's eyes.

"It's stuffed with rats," said the old cat.

Wang Mo: "..."

"No, no, no, you can keep it for yourself." Wang Mo shrank back.

The old cat continued to hold his mouse stuffed mooncake very enthusiastically, and approached Wang Mo.

"We cats, once we think that a human being is a true friend, we always express our friendship in this way." The old cat raised its beard and pointed (you) at Wang Moke (hu) very seriously.

Wang Mo: "..."

Why do I feel like I'm a little lame, Wang Mo thought to himself.

Just when he was cornered by the old cat, Xun Ying's appearance saved Wang Mo's soul.

"Stop making trouble." Xun Ying pinched the back of the old cat's fate, lifted him up, and put him back on the table where he was making mooncakes just now.

The old cat shrugged sadly.

"This is indeed his way of expressing friendship. He once put the dead mouse on my pillow before." Xun Ying turned to Wang Mo after finishing settling the old cat.

Wang Mo: "..."

The old cat nodded in agreement, but because the owner Xun Ying was holding up the place, he didn't dare to bully Wang Mo, a newcomer in society, so he had to continue making his mooncakes without complaint.

At this moment Xun Ying also came over with the fillings he had made. Wang Mo looked at them and found that they were very rich. There were rose petals, egg yolk and lotus paste, and ham. They should look very good eat.

"Brother, let me help too." Wang Mo also came to the stone table in the courtyard, found a stone pier and sat down, and said to Xun Ying, hoping to be assigned some work.

But Xun Ying shook his head and said: "No need, Amo, this is not difficult, as long as the dough and stuffing are prepared, and the rest just need to be handed over to the mold, you can take a look at it."

Wang Mo had never seen a mooncake making scene, so he watched it with great interest.

He saw Brother Mao finish making the last mouse-filled mooncake, then patted his paws, put it on a plate very neatly and took it away.

After a while, Brother Mao came out of the small kitchen again, climbed onto the stone pier again, and directly wrapped the mooncake with the next filling.

Wang Mo: "..."

Just... I really want to know, this old man, has he washed his hands? Wang Mo thought secretly in his heart.

He took a peek at Xun Ying and found that the other party didn't react very violently.

In fact, he didn't react at all, and he was still slowly wrapping mooncakes filled with rose petals with the old cat.

If the brothers didn’t respond, it probably shouldn’t matter. Wang Mo comforted himself in his heart. Thinking of this, isn’t there such a common saying that if you don’t do dirty work, you won’t get sick if you eat it!

Based on this principle, Wang Mo no longer cares about mooncakes stuffed with mice.

He sat on the stone pier in front of the stone table with his chin resting on his cheeks, watching Xun Ying and the old cat wrapping mooncakes leisurely under the bright moonlight, he couldn't help but feel the tranquility of time.

Although this word has been used vulgarly, Wang Mo still feels very happy. He feels that the life in this small courtyard really has the dog in front of him, poetry and the distance, which makes him feel warm and at the same time feel fluttering Desperate.

"Amo, what kind of moon cakes do you like to eat?"

Just when Wang Mo was in high spirits, he heard Xun Ying ask him this way.

"I like them all." Wang Mo said cheerfully.

After he finished speaking, he remembered their main mooncake—mouse stuffing, a limited edition for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Wang Mo: "..."

"Except for... rat stuffing." Wang Mo said in a low voice while watching the old cat.

The old cat glanced at Wang Mo with a look of "this poor child is really ignorant", raised his beard, and did not speak, which made Wang Mo heave a sigh of relief.

"If you like which flavor you prefer, just tell me, and I will pack more." Xun Ying continued.

"Then... can I like egg yolk?" Wang Mo said cautiously.

He is a person who is not very good at making requests, because of his life experience, he does not have much position to make various requests. He always lives with a grateful attitude, so he seldom Take the initiative to ask for something, and when someone shows kindness, Wang Mo will also appear a little at a loss.

Xun Ying nodded, and wrapped a lot of egg yolk and lotus paste in one go.

The old cat also finished wrapping a lot, so he picked up the mold and prepared to press the wrapped mooncakes out of shape.

Slap, pressed a piece, slap, pressed another piece.

Wang Mo: "..."

"Leave cake under the cat." Wang Mo shouted.

Old cat: "..."

"Brother Cat, I want to ask, did you wash your mold after it was filled with stuffing mice?" Wang Mo said tremblingly.

"No." The old cat denied it of course.

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"Why, are you afraid it will be unhygienic? Don't worry," the old cat said proudly, "This mouse is not only edible, but also very expensive, ordinary cats can't afford it."

"This is a bamboo mouse." The old cat said with a domineering CEO.

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