I love him to death

Pikachu... Pika Pika... Pikachu... Pika Pika...

An alarm clock in the shape of Pikachu was circling on a tall stack of comics, as if in a large scene that had been ransacked by thieves, a hand suddenly stretched out from the pile of comics and groped around Pikachu, Finally caught it.

"Ah... so noisy."

For cartoonists, staying up late to catch up on manuscripts has long been a routine, and the messy room is full of various sketches and comics.

After the air was quiet for 2 minutes, Mingran raised his head from the table with dark circles under his eyes, and glanced at the number on Pikachu's alarm clock, 14:00.

He stood up with a swipe, and after two seconds of freezing, he walked out of the room slowly.

The strong wake-up breath gradually dissipated after a while of washing, Mingran came out of the bathroom, wiped the wet hair while turning on the TV, then remembered something, got up and walked to the refrigerator, took a bottle of otaku standard Fat House Happy Water.

Although Mingran is a well-known cartoonist at present, he spends almost all his spare time at home. He is undoubtedly a fat house, but he broke the impression of a fat house. He is 1.8 meters tall and has an outstanding appearance. School tennis team.

At the age of 27, he also gives the impression of being very mature and stable. With his well-dressed clothes and indifferent personality, he always exudes a kind of president's atmosphere. He has many suitors, but he still remains single.

As soon as Mingran opened the pull ring, the doorbell rang. He put down the coke, put the towel on the sofa, and walked towards the entrance.

Mingran lives in a small villa area with two bedrooms and one living room. The decoration is Japanese-style, with only one floor, and the iron gate of the courtyard has some European-style flavors.

He walked out of the house, but there was no one outside the iron gate of the courtyard. He thought it was a prank from a child ringing the doorbell. Ming Ran was about to turn around and go back to the house when a crisp voice blew past his ears like a cool summer breeze.

"Here here."

On the wall of the yard, a rather handsome boy was hanging on the wall in an extremely ugly and difficult posture, smiling and waving at him, attracting the sideways glance of a passing aunt.

Ming Ran: What is this guy... doing?

"Me, me, me, remember me?"

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Although it is said that the growth of all things is a natural law, people always say that after the Warring States period, it is not allowed to become refined, but there is one grass that still becomes refined after the Warring States period.

It looks like an ordinary weed, but when it germinates and grows, it causes all the plants in the entire mountain forest to wither overnight, and there is no grass for nearly 200 years.

People nearby rumored that the god in charge of the mountain was offended, or that the mountain was abandoned by the gods.

However, because the forest withered overnight, the birds and beasts had to move to other places, but they knew very well that all this was because of the nameless grass that grew alone next to the boulder, and since then they have called that grass Paraquat.

The weather in summer is a bit hot, but it happens that the place where paraquat grows is facing north, and there is a big rock beside it to shade him.

It shook the leaves, and stayed comfortably under the shadow of the boulder. It heard footsteps in the distance, and saw a young man in a white gown, holding a book in his hand and carrying a burden on his back, walking slowly. .

The person who came was a young man of about 16 years old. He passed by this place on his way to Beijing to rush for the exam.

The boy wiped the perspiration from his forehead, closed the book and put it in the bag, looked up at the sky, and then saw the big stone in front of him.

"It's already noon, let's take a rest before going on the road!"

The boy took off the burden and put it on the boulder, sat cross-legged on the side, and took out a white flour steamed bun to satisfy his hunger.

The paraquat next to the boulder carefully bent its stems and leaves outward, as if sticking out half of its body, peeping at this extremely rare human being in front of it, full of curiosity.

Just when the boy was about to get up and go on the road, Paraquat quickly took back the protruding stems and leaves in fright, but unexpectedly, the boy still saw a little green leaf tip.

"Huh? On this barren mountain, there is actually a plant of grass."

Paraquat, who was hiding behind the boulder, saw a head appearing in front of him when he heard the sound, and it was too frightened to move.

The boy's hair shone with sunlight, making him look a little dreamy. His long eyelashes cast a shadow under his slender eyes, his nose was as sharp as a knife, and his lips were as thin as cicada's wings, but they were charming and charming.

"I don't know your name, but you're pretty pretty."

The young man smiled heartily, and stretched out a finger to gently touch the leaves of Paraquat. The never-before-seen smile and intimate behavior made Paraquat at a loss, and all the leaves tensed under tension.

"hiss……"

The young man felt a slight pain from his fingertips. He withdrew his hand and saw that his finger was scratched by a leaf. Before he could react, he fell to the ground in an instant and lost his breath.

Boy suddenly!This is the first time that Paraquat saw Mingran, it was no longer harsh abuse and sharp ridicule, that good-looking person smiled at him...

For Paraquat, growing up in this land alone, time is no longer long for him, but demons and humans have one thing in common, once there is someone they want to see, time is like a rusty hour hand.

I don't know when, the flames of war started everywhere, and the ground was rained with bullets. Although the cultivation of paraquat is still shallow, it can already leave the soil for a short time and walk with its roots.

It is a little clumsy at the moment, propping up the ground with its leaves, crawling out of the soil, looking at its roots, paraquat is like discovering a new world, trying to stand excitedly, and then staggeringly moved towards the ground. walking forward.

But this is not so proficient after all. Before taking two steps, he fell down with a click. The little guy touched the ground with his leaves, got up from the ground, followed his own leaves, and continued to walk forward. After taking a few steps, he fell down again.

Just at this [-]th time of falling and getting up, the little guy was finally able to walk more steadily.

It has never left this mountain, and is full of curiosity about the outside world. The little guy rattled down the mountain and ran towards the green field.

When it came to a slope, its foot became unsteady and it rolled down, and finally stopped in a grass field. It got up, looked at its companions around, and jumped up and down excitedly.

The little guy jumped up and down in the grass, touching the blades of the grass from time to time, as if greeting them, but there was no response.

There was a sudden explosion not far away, scaring it to hide behind the big tree. A field doctor helped a man with a gunshot wound to the side of the big tree and sat down.

The field doctor was about twenty years old, with a neat cropped hair. The little guy hiding behind the tree secretly looked at the familiar face, and couldn't help but find a jade-like boy from his memories.

The hair shone through the light and shadow of the sun, looking a little dreamy, the long eyelashes cast a shadow under the slender eyes, the bridge of the nose was as sharp as a knife, the lips were as thin as a cicada's wings, but charming and charming, and that Hearty smile.

Although the young man in front of him has lost his long hair, his good-looking appearance has not changed at all. At this time, the paraquat seems to have risen due to some substance in the body, and the edges of the leaves are slightly dyed with a layer of red, which is different from the one next to him. The hemostatic herbs overlapped.

In order to prevent excessive blood loss, the young man must immediately stop the bleeding of his comrades-in-arms, but the medicine around him has been exhausted, so he has to find herbs to stop the bleeding on the spot.

Anxiously, he pressed a piece of white gauze on the abdomen of his comrade-in-arms, and instructed.

"You press it first, I'll look for herbs to stop the bleeding."

The comrade-in-arms nodded weakly, pressed his abdomen, and the young man looked around. The paraquat behind the tree looked at his frowning brows, but he didn't know what happened, and just stared at him curiously.

The young man suddenly turned his head and looked towards Paraquat. The little guy didn't have time to hide back, so he froze and didn't dare to move.

The slender eyes fixed their gaze on the hemostatic herb beside Paraquat, reached out and picked it, and put it in his mouth to chew, but Paraquat felt a sharp pain. It turned out that when the young man picked the herb, Inadvertently tore off a leaf from the little guy.

Paraquat patted the injured leaf with a leaf in pain, and when it turned its head again, the young man had already fallen to the ground.

Young people suddenly!This is the second time that Paraquat has met him, but it was only in a hurry. The little guy couldn't help thinking, why is human life so short?

The young man died, and his comrades died heroically due to excessive blood loss. Paraquat staggered back to the mountain with his disabled body.

The little guy drilled his roots into the soil, but he lost his energy. Like the crops that were frosted in winter, because the surrounding area is barren, the wind is always very strong at night. Originally, it could find a place to shelter from the wind. place to rest, but now injured, there is no way to get off the dirt.

The cool wind swept in, and the little guy's leaves were blown loudly. The big rock on the side suddenly moved, and quietly moved to the front of Paraquat, blocking it from the continuous blowing wind.

"It's really troublesome."

An ethereal man's voice came faintly from the boulder, faintly visible like the echo of a valley, and then there was only the sound of the passing wind from time to time.

The little guy fell asleep peacefully. When he touched the leaves of the boulder, a green light spot like a firefly came faintly, like a magical panacea, healing the wound for paraquat.

It seems to have been asleep for a long time, the war has long since ended without knowing it, and people began to open up the land, grow crops, and live a stable life.

Beside the boulder, the stubborn little grass woke up from a deep sleep, the injured leaves grew back, the little guy also regained his spirit, and even found that he could transform into a human form for a short time.

The author has something to say:

Comrade: Who will stop the bleeding for me...

Mingran: Sorry, I can't do anything...

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