Card Mutation

The atmosphere of danger and fear gradually dissipated over time, whether in cities or suburbs, the post-disaster recovery has come to an end. At this time, some activities that some people loved in peaceful times announced to continue again.

For example comic exhibition.

The comic exhibition in City B has always been a large-scale comic exhibition that many Two-dimensional people don’t want to miss. In addition to the official one, various fan artists also settled in the booth.

Some people are happy, some people are sad, such as Zeng Yijue.

He hasn't finished drawing the Guzibing picture for the fan that he will sell at the comic exhibition, and there is another person who has made an appointment to draw the commercial draft. Originally, according to his plan, he didn't have to rush like this at all, but because the husky at home just dismantled the house The Iron Storm Bird, whose ability is comparable, made him into the current situation——

With huge dark circles under his eyes, he was listless but forced himself to work hard on the board in the middle of the night to draw a draft, which made those who heard it sad and those who heard it cry.

He raises iron storm birds as if raising huskies, and they are extremely difficult to serve, don't like to stay in the card, but they can mimic and can shrink into the size of huskies, which is a scourge in his home, except for the one he uses as a studio As well as the free-handed room, you can see the scourge in other places at a glance.

Iron Storm Bird also likes to go out for a walk, and also likes to take him for a walk.

Can't recall anymore, any more memories will be tears, Zeng Yijue stared at the board bitterly, his hand holding the pen almost poked a hole in the board.

When he was drowsy, a high-pitched bird song suddenly came from outside the room, full of excitement and extremely sharp, Zeng Yijue was so shocked that he almost died on the spot, stood up abruptly, walked quickly to open the door and went to the living room.

Zeng Yijue rushed to the side of the sofa almost at a speed of [-] meters, and said to the iron storm bird with its wings spread out and looking extremely excited: "My ancestors, didn't they tell you not to bark? I just apologized to my neighbor the day before yesterday. Apologize, ancestor, look at what time it is, it's midnight, I don't want to apologize to my neighbors anymore."

The iron storm bird raised one wing and slapped Zeng Yijue's face with little force, it just turned Zeng Yijue's head to the side to see the situation next to him.

A tender little crab came into Zeng Yijue's field of vision unexpectedly, the world seemed to be quiet for a moment, and the iron storm bird flapped its wings excitedly, as if celebrating its new life.

"Is the emperor crab's shell broken?" Zeng Yijue murmured.

Zeng Yijue rushed to his room, he had only one idea - to wake up Lin Ziming in the middle of the night!

He can't be the only one who is so hard-pressed, and now there is a reason that can't be more legitimate.

Lin Ziming slept late, lying on the bed, sleepy and just about to fall asleep, when he was suddenly woken up by the ringing of the mobile phone, he sat up "ooh", looking gloomyly at the mobile phone with a bright screen on the bedside table.

The above caller's name is Zeng Yijue.

Lin Ziming's face became even more gloomy. He picked up the phone, and his deep and hoarse voice in the middle of the night was threatening and angry when he was woken up: "You better have something important, or you will be finished."

Zeng Yijue let out a "huh" and dragged his voice lazily: "I have very important things to do."

"Say."

"The king crab has broken its shell."

Lin Ziming heard the words, stretched out his hand and pressed the bridge of his nose, then took the mobile phone and looked for a change of clothes while talking: "Oh, wait for me."

"Darling, I suggest you come here in your pajamas, it's an emergency..."

"Beep beep..." Before Zeng Yijue finished speaking, Lin Ziming hung up the phone angrily.

The smile on Zeng Yijue's face hadn't reached its limit yet, and there was a knock on the door, accompanied by a burst of uncomfortable words: "Xiao Zeng, this is the first time, and this time it's actually late at night, and now the building's Everyone was woken up."

Zeng Yijue's smile froze for an instant, and his eyes slowly moved from the emperor crab to the iron storm bird. The iron storm bird was fearless, with its head held high.

After patting his forehead, Zeng Yijue sighed, helpless and desolate, and walked with heavy steps to open the door to apologize to his neighbors.

After finally apologizing and apologizing, he finally asked the neighbors to go back. Just as Zeng Yijue was about to close the door, he saw Lin Ziming coming out from the corner of the corridor.

The corner of Lin Ziming's mouth twitched, and the schadenfreude was obvious: "Hey, are you apologizing to your neighbor again? How much did you spend this time? How many times did you say sorry?"

"Oh," Zeng Yijue twitched the corner of his mouth angrily, and returned the same mocking smile, "Why didn't you come here in your pajamas? Didn't I tell you to come here immediately?"

Lin Ziming strode over, pushed Zeng Yijue away, walked into the house, and when he pushed Zeng Yijue away, he said: "I didn't hear the meaning at the first time on the phone."

Zeng Yijue gave his middle finger to his back.

After Lin Ziming walked into the living room, he looked directly at the crib with the emperor crab eggs.

The crib was placed next to the single sofa, and the iron storm bird stood on the armrest of the single sofa, bent down and rubbed against the king crab, put away the violent side, and showed incredible tenderness.

This scene seriously caused Zeng Yijue's discomfort, and he felt that the ancestor bird treated him very differently from the emperor crab.

The slander is the slander, Zeng Yijue closed the door, closed the door inside, and walked to the crib.

The shell of the newly hatched king crab does not look hard, but rather soft. It is not rude to eat the eggshell bit by bit. The iron storm bird helps it break the large eggshells with its mouth. It is convenient for it to eat.

"What did you ask me to do?" Lin Ziming felt that he had been deceived, "There is nothing to do."

"No," Zeng Yijue stretched out his index finger and shook it, "go to make milk powder, I asked Fei Chen, the king crab will eat all its eggshells within an hour after hatching, and after eating, its parents The prey hunted in advance will be made into minced meat, and the female crab will also secrete a nutrient liquid, which is mixed with the minced meat and fed to the young crabs..."

Lin Ziming interrupted Zeng Yijue's slightly excited words: "The main point, what am I going to do?"

"I asked Fei Chen to get some ingredients and recipes in advance, you go and make them into food for young crabs." Zeng Yijue said, squatting down, opened the drawer under the glass table, and took out a notebook from it , turned to a certain page, and handed it to Lin Ziming.

Lin Ziming glanced at the content on the paper, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "So complicated?"

"Go boy, I like you." Zeng Yijue showed a bright smile, turned around and was about to go back to his studio, but Lin Ziming grabbed the collar of his clothes.

"Come back, I'm doing this, what are you doing?" Lin Ziming narrowed his eyes.

"Work," Zeng Yijue said naturally, confidently, "I'm working on a manuscript, life and death are at the speed of death."

After finishing speaking, Zeng Yijue reached out to get rid of Lin Ziming's grip on his collar, hurriedly entered the studio, and closed the door.

Lin Ziming looked at the notebook in his hand, and wanted to throw the notebook on the ground for a moment.

The wings of the iron storm bird moved Lin Ziming, and he sang softly and quickly, as if urging Lin Ziming to prepare the food for the young crab an hour later.

"Tsk." Lin Ziming scratched his hair, still holding a notebook to prepare.

After tossing the food of the king crab cubs, it was close to three o'clock. Lin Ziming was sleepy and didn't want to go back to his own house to sleep. As a principle, he opened the guest room he knew, and the bed that came into his eyes was covered with blankets. There were traces of sharp claws scratching, and cotton wool was even extruded from the pillow.

Lin Ziming's eyelids twitched, is this a place where people live?

Not wanting to rush home late at night, Lin Ziming calmly went to Zeng Yijue's bedroom. There was no trace of the bed being harmed by that sharp claw, so he lay down and slept contentedly.

In the early morning of the next day, Lin Ziming was kicked down by a foot while he was still in a deep sleep. He turned over by virtue of his years of physical condition, and automatically adjusted his landing posture before falling into embarrassment.

"Hey! Are you looking for death?" Lin Ziming was woken up twice in a short period of time. He was very unhappy with his bad temper. He grabbed his messy hair and looked at Zeng Yijue murderously.

Zeng Yijue's eyes were half-opened and his voice was vague: "Good night."

After finishing speaking, Zeng Yijue fell back and lay on the bed in a large font. He pulled the quilt casually and ignored the outside world.

Lin Ziming: "..."

Jumping onto the bed, he raised his foot and kicked Zeng Yijue's waist, but Zeng Yijue didn't respond, he seemed to be asleep.

"Heh." Lin Ziming jumped out of bed, thinking that he will clean you up when you get up.

When he walked out of the bedroom, Lin Ziming saw the door not far away, and thought of the figurines collected by Zeng Yijue. It has been two years since he last saw those figurines. out doubled.

It’s okay anyway, Lin Ziming satisfied his curiosity, turned the doorknob to open the door, and saw a room full of glass display cabinets, which were filled with various figurines, and the ratio of men and women seemed to be about the same at first glance.

"It really doubled." Lin Ziming took a few steps forward and scanned the room.

Suddenly, he saw a large figurine beside him that was not in the display cabinet. This figurine was half the height of his. What surprised Lin Ziming was the face of this figurine, which was [-] points like him. Similar, similar demeanor, what shocked him even more was that this figurine was a girl, a girl in a skirt.

Shocked and suspicious, Lin Ziming stretched out his hand subconsciously, only to hear a soft "click" sound, and soon there was a soft "dong" sound, which was the sound of something falling to the ground.

He accidentally broke a complex carving on the hand-made skirt and fell to the ground.

Lin Ziming: "..." Zeng Yijue was afraid that he was going to fight him desperately, would Zeng Yijue believe it if he said it was a hand made by himself?

Outside the door, the iron storm bird poked its head and met Lin Ziming's eyes.

One person and one bird faced each other, Lin Ziming's mind flashed!The guest room full of claw marks flashed through his mind, and he walked quickly to the door, trying to pull the iron storm bird in.

But when he walked forward, the iron storm bird backed away, and Lin Ziming saw the humanized contempt and ridicule in the iron storm bird's eyes.

"...Fuck."

Planning to have a miscarriage, Lin Ziming had to go back to the room to see if there was any remedy or cover-up.

Turning around in the room, he soon came to a desk. The computer on the desk was not turned off, and the screensaver was on.

When Lin Ziming passed by, he touched the desktop, and the screen saver faded, revealing a semi-finished manuscript.

His eyes slid across the computer screen inadvertently, and his eyes suddenly opened slightly.

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感谢在2020-06-1223:33:03~2020-06-1322:47:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 22 bottles of Tang Xin; 10 bottles of Ziyuan; 1 bottle of Su Qingbai;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!