furry him

13

Everyone knows that I have been a little obsessed with making felt recently, thinking about it almost except for class, eating and sleeping.

Bill was a little worried: "Raphael, did you have a good rest?"

With dark circles under my eyes, I said nonsense: "Of course."

I feel that I am getting more and more vulnerable, otherwise, why would I feel sore even when Bill called me Raphael.

In fact, I want to rest well, but I want to make a parting gift for Bill before his nails grow out completely.

Hard work pays off, this time, at least everyone can see that I am a polar bear.

A real, polar bear.

Black nose, black pads, and sharp claws.

I looked at the tip of Bill's nose with a small dark spot, and smiled: "Bill, maybe we have to say goodbye."

Confusion flashed in Bill's dark eyes: "What?"

His voice is gentle and nice. I used to think it didn't match his image, but now, I think he should have such a voice.

Just like him, warm and soft.

I said to him, "Al, you're growing nails, and you're going to be a real polar bear."

I saw Bill look down at his paw, surprise in his eyes, and then he looked at me, surprise turned into deep reluctance.

It's good, my friend, and I can't bear to part with it.

But parting is inevitable, and it is not good for Bill to stay on Star C forcibly.

He needs to go to the corresponding place, receive more standardized training, and stimulate the power and potential in his genes to the greatest possible extent.

Bill's retest application was submitted by me.

I said to Bill, "Honey, maybe when I see you again, I'll have feathers?"

So, consider this a temporary separation.

14

After Bill left Star C, the seat next to me was vacant, and half of the dormitory was vacant.

What he left me, apart from happy memories, were several bags of bear hair.

It's not that Bill doesn't want to leave me something else, but what I need to bring when I go out these days, that is, some personal clothes and so on.

When Bill came to Star C, he brought some beach shorts, so it's not easy to leave those to me...

In fact, bear hair is very good. I thought, can I use these hairs to make something for myself, so I started to do it.

After a month of tossing, I used bear fur to get myself a pair of felt wings.

I put the felt wings on the bare ones, took a hologram and sent Al.

Although I don't want to admit it, I know that there are too few people who can continue to return to their ancestors like Al.

I may only have bare wings for the rest of my life.

But it's really useless to think so much, you still have to live happily, don't you?

Bill has never responded to my messages. I know he has not forgotten me, but has been taken to closed training.

I have read related science popularization on Xingwang. It is said that the training for perfect atavism is very strict.

Because they will be cultivated as the most elite power, and every case of perfect return to ancestors is the common wealth of mankind.

So to say……

Imperfect atavism, probably the interest of human wealth?

While thinking about what was there and what was missing, I tidied up the remaining bear fur and prepared to do handwork slowly.

As the days passed, Xiongmao bottomed out in the process of being constantly consumed by me.

I have made a felt doll that is a work of art!

I am proud!

I immediately took a photo and sent it to Bill, and then sent it to my parents. After I finished posting it, I also posted it on various social networks. I wish the whole world could come and watch it.

Then I became a little red.

In the past, I never imagined that with my hands-on ability, I could still attract so many girls to like me by doing handicrafts...

I think I've been exaggerated a bit.

15

The pleasurable sensation of swelling was short-lived, and I still hadn't heard from Bill.

I don't know how he is doing.

Alas, without him, how would we survive this year's severe winter...

Thinking of this, I couldn't help touching my wings, uh, to be honest, they are quite delicate... just bare...

Um?like……

My whole body was shaken, and I turned my head to look at my wings, and found that it was not an illusion!

I'm really starting to grow hair! ! !

In order to prevent the oolong incident from happening, I went to take a shower, afraid that Bill's bear hair would stick to his wings.

But when I came out of the shower, I saw that thin fluff still stubbornly growing on my wings.

All I can think about is I'm going to apply, I'm going to retest, I'm going to see Bill again!

Happy!

Then my application for testing was rejected because there is currently no testing value.

I'm so angry!

I've been looking forward to growing fur for so long, but they only care about whether I can fly!

Isn't the prerequisite for flying is to have hair first!These people really don't care about the point!

So I persisted in writing the application, and the school persisted in rejecting it.

After persisting for two months, my originally bare wings were covered by a layer of white fluff, and I looked like a newly born chick.

I can't help imagining what it will be like when the hard feathers grow back after the down is gone.

Maybe, maybe I can really fly.

With such a disturbed and joyful mood, I couldn't help but clicked on Bill's communication port again, but there was still no response from him.

The information column is full of various holographic photos that I sent in the past.

Although I don't want to doubt my friend, I still can't help worrying, after so long, can't he reply to my message?

Or...don't want to reply?

Maybe our relationship is not as good as I thought.

Should I stop texting him?

Does it bother him?