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Late at night.

Moyu slept alone in the children's room with the windows open.

The wind blows in through the window, and the fluffy hair on the teasing child's head also flutters.The moonlight was so bright that it covered most of the bed, the child subconsciously turned his back to the moonlight and still couldn't sleep well.In the middle of the night, the wind blew harder, and the sound of "squeaking" curtains woke people up from their sleep.

The child rubbed his eyes and got under the bed, dazedly knowing that he had to get up and close the window.The coolness of the early spring made him reluctantly roll twice in the quilt before crawling out of bed.The cotton mop was thrown by him at the corner of the door, and he didn't bother to pick them up and put them on, so he walked to the window barefoot.

He held the curtain with one hand, and stretched out the other hand towards the glass. As soon as his small palm touched the window sill, he drew back gasping for air, and the hairs on his arms stood up.

There was a black palm where he pressed it with one hand just now!This hand was firmly pressed against the window, the soft flesh on the palm was crushed and deformed by the glass, and a lump of mud was printed on the outside of the window.The unfamiliar palm pushed the window aside without any pause, and the window was closed properly with almost no sound.The hand did all this without lingering, and quickly retracted to the bottom of the window. The moment the hand was covered, the back of the hand faintly reflected a red and black cold light.

The cold wind and the noise of "cracking" stopped abruptly, and the bright and somewhat excessive moonlight hit Mo Yue's face, making his blood-discolored face even paler.He stood blankly in front of the window for a long while, but couldn't recover, the coolness of the floor shot up along his feet, and hit the Tianling Cap with a "swish".

Mo Yu shook off the goosebumps all over his body, wrinkled his whole face and closed his eyes: This must be an illusion, this must be an illusion, when I open my eyes, the window must still be open.

Three seconds later, the little boy who was still in shock opened his eyes and his heart stopped beating suddenly.

The windows are literally open.

That black hand quietly pushed open the window again and crawled in at some point.It's really crawling. This hand hangs on the window with the elbow as the center. The forearm twists and turns limply along the wall. While twisting, it is stretched to an incredible length like dough. The hook-like claws He probed for Ah Tan at the tip of Mo Yu's nose, grabbing the air.

The poor kid had more than just a cardiac arrest, he was literally suffocating.

He saw the whole picture of the hand.Just now it was not very clear against the moonlight, but now it is even more weird to see it up close: what covers the hands is not human skin, but fish-like scales.Dense ink-colored scales spread all over the entire forearm, with the wrist as the boundary, black and red intersecting textures gradually grow, forming black, red and green tiger stripes, the tiger stripes merge into pure black nails at the fingertips, and the palm is light. Light inky.

The palm of Mo Yu's nose was not far from the tip of his hand and he grabbed it a few times, but his arm twisted and climbed to a place to the left, and the raised palm repeated the grabbing action again.After grabbing nothing, he moved to the right... Mo Yu's blood was about to flow backwards, and he stood stiffly in place, sharp nails cutting the air in front of him several times.After repeated several times, the hand finally caught what it wanted to grab - the curtain.

The wide curtain passed Mo Yu's cheek with the movement of the big hand, and Mo Yu discovered the existence of the other hand through the hideous shadow on the curtain.

With two slippery hands, one was holding the curtain and the other was holding the window, pulling and closing it jerkyly to block the cold wind and too bright moonlight from the window.

The moment the window closed again, the little boy let out a belated scream: "Mom!"

"Mom!" Mo Yu cried and yelled and ran out of the room straight to Mo's father and Mo's mother's bed, "There are... burp... monsters outside the window, Mom!"

Mo Ju lifted the quilt and carried his son into the quilt between the two husbands and wives. He took an incense paper towel and wiped the tears all over his face: "It's a nightmare, don't be afraid, it's all fake. Come and dry it off." Sleep with Dad with tears."

"Really dad, there is a monster outside the window, just now two hands more than one meter long came in from the window! He grabbed me, he must want to catch me and eat me! Dad, you believe me !" Although the little boy is only nine years old, his manly self-esteem has already been initially established, and he will never tolerate such treatment of fooling a kid, "I'll take you to my room to see, there is really something outside!"

Mo Yu's mother, Mo Xin, went into the bathroom to wipe her son's face with a hot towel, told her husband to continue to sleep, and took Mo Yu by one hand to the small room where the monsters were haunted.

Mo Xin resolutely opened the window and leaned half of her body to look down. After looking around, she ignored her son's objection and hugged him: "Look, little fish, there is nothing outside."

Outside this room is a small vegetable garden, except for a few roses and plum trees, which are all low-growing vegetables such as radishes and shallots, which can be seen from the second floor.

"There are no monsters, Xiaoyu. You are having a nightmare." Seeing her son still looking timid, she closed the window and hugged him into the small quilt, tucking the corners of the quilt for him, "We won't disturb him when Dad is asleep. , Mommy will sleep with you in this room tonight, if the monster comes again, I will beat him away."

That night Mo Yu woke up again, and Mo Xin sang a lullaby for half an hour to lull him to sleep.

That hand never appeared again in the second half of the night.

The next day was the weekend, and Moyu woke up only when he heard the sound of the car starting downstairs.He kicked on his slippers and went to the kitchen to pick up the porridge and drink it slowly. A note was pasted on the door of the refrigerator: Mom went to see a client and drove Dad to the studio by the way. He will be back before lunch.

Mo Yu remembered that last night, because of a nightmare, his mother was squeezed in his small bed for several hours, and his ears were inexplicably hot.After Xilihulu drank the porridge and washed the dishes, he crawled to the tool room to find a pair of large shears to trim the dead branches of the two roses in the garden.

These two rose trees were planted in the year Mo Yu was born.When Mo Yu was 7 years old, he imitated the dwarf trees on the side of the road and cut two roses into two balls on a whim, which is very, very masculine aesthetic.However, when it was blooming that time, Mo Xin even praised her son's hard work and skill in planting flowers against her will, which made Mo Yu's enthusiasm for pruning roses last for two full years.In the past two years, Hua'er has been spoiled countless times by his poor pruning technique, and it is a miracle that Hua'er is still alive now.

The little straight man held back all his energy to cut off the dead branches, and was about to cut the two budding flowers back into a spherical shape, when a shiny thing in the grass under the tree attracted his attention.

"Huh?" He hummed a doubtful monosyllable from his nasal cavity, pushed aside the grass leaves under the tree, picked up the little thing the size of a little fingernail, and pointed it at the sun.The thing is very thin and as clear as water, and the curved lines all over it don't make it thick and muddy, and the unscrupulous sunlight shines through the thin film to create a red halo.

"What a beautiful little red shell!" Mo Yue cheered and put the "shell" into his pocket, then he lay on the ground unwillingly and searched for it several times. He also failed to escape the tragic fate of being cut into a bald ball.

Before going to bed at night, Mo Yu went to his parents' room to show off his booty. Mo's father flipped through a magazine in front of the bedside lamp, and responded casually with drooping eyelids: "Yeah, it looks good." Mo's mother Wearing a massage eye mask, he brought his son over and kissed him: "It's too late today, Xiaoyu put away the shells, and mom will look at them tomorrow when she wakes up."

Mo Yu held Mo's mother's cheeks and kissed her: "Mom and Dad, good night."

"It's too sticky, you two, Xiaoyu, go back to the room and go to sleep, boy, don't stick to mom all the time."

Mo Yu, who was driven back, sat at the desk and wrote down a diary one stroke at a time:

"On February [-], [-]XX, it was sunny

I pruned my roses independently today, and they will definitely bloom beautiful flowers this year...I picked up a beautiful small shell, so lucky, this thing is enough to offset the shadow of nightmares at night, I will definitely be able to do it tonight What a sweet dream, I want to hide it under my pillow... Dad told me again, 'boys should not get too close to their mother', Dad is a cheapskate, he just can't see that I love my mother more..."

Another day passed safely, thanks to Moyu Xiaozhinan's hard work, the day when the rose blooms is not far away.