Goblin

"Ahh... so sleepy..."

The little prickly prickly pear twisted its body, struggled to free its eyes, and then drooped down again. Small air bubbles appeared from the tip of its nose, and it shattered again with a snap, making it sneeze.

Hey, you ask why it can move and talk?

Ahem, of course it's because this is not an ordinary cactus!But a goblin!

The kind with a face, hands and little feet!

It will move a little bit!

Although... humans see it as just a green ball with thorns, nestled in a pot.

Feeling that the back was getting warmer, the little prickly pear moved a bit, and moved forward a few centimeters with the little flower pot, finally getting out of the early morning sun attack.

The ass is getting hot. Even though the cactus is heat-resistant and drought-resistant, the little prickly pear still hates the sun in summer very, very much.It was so hot that even the thorns were wilted.

Well, maybe this is the special feature of the little prickly pear.

However, it doesn't like to call itself a prickly pear. Special plants should have special names.

In the bonsai shop, the little prickly prickly pear was heard from the long thing in the proprietress's hand, and the villain in colorful clothes chattered there, saying that the plant that turned into a beautiful woman was called a fairy.

It thinks it's still very small, so let's call it a goblin!Oh, it's cute, the little cactus proudly sticks out its chest, this is what it learned, anyway, every time the little girls pass by it will yell at it.

"Woo... Obviously I'm so cute..." Thinking of the previous life, the little cactus seemed a little depressed, bent over and curled up into a small ball, talking to the little flying insects under its feet.

In the bonsai shop, there are some big guys around it, always laughing at what's wrong with it, preferring dark corners instead of the sun.Laughing and laughing, even the little cactus sobbed secretly, feeling that he would never find a master to take him home in his life.

That's right, for potted plants, the greatest happiness is when someone takes them away and takes good care of them.

Seeing sister Xiaohonghua, Mr. Green Succulent, Grandpa Old Tree Root, and the big prickly prickly ball that looked very similar to her were all taken away in pots and pans, little prickly pear was slowly dejected, and muttered: "I am very happy too." It’s easy to raise, that’s right, it just likes dark places and drinks plenty of water.”

Fortunately, one day, a pair of hands held it up.It is the person who lives in this house, the owner of the little cactus!

Thinking of this, the little prickly pear suddenly raised its head, frightening a few flying insects to fly away. It didn't pay attention, but poked its head out, swaying left and right, trying to aim at the door.

"Yeah, what a hindrance, this big board!"

Being blocked by the computer screen, the little prickly pear ball did not dare to move out, it would easily fall if it was too close to the table, and in case the owner found out that something was wrong...

After a cold war, Little Cactus shook his head, not thinking about the scene of being thrown away.Even a goblin is still a cowardly goblin.

I really want to drink water.

Summer is hot, the air is dry, and there are small cracks in the soil on the soles of the feet. The little prickly pear curls its lips, and the little round face is swollen, with a touch of light red.

The hot butt is also easy to dry. Although the cactus does not need to be watered, but it is different!

"Master~people~ah~tai~yang~all~sun~butt~la~" the little cactus howled with a long voice, but what humans couldn't hear, it could only hear its soft voice, a little No majesty.

It seems that the owner is too tired. He seemed to be working very late yesterday. When the little cactus closed his eyes and yawned, it seemed that the lights were still on.

The little prickly prickly pear was so eager to see, even the thorns that stood upright like thin needles were softened, showing a weak look.

A curious little flying insect stopped on the edge of the basin, with big bony eyes, looking suspiciously at the restless little green ball.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!"

……

Mo Zeming stretched out his hand to slap the alarm clock to stop. After the burst of "ringing and ringing" disappeared, he buried his head in the quilt for a while, and then he got up from the bed, pulled on his slippers, and yawned as he walked.

It was too late last night to catch up on the manuscript, and dark circles appeared under his eyes. He was still sleepy, and he quickly finished washing, and touched his face in the mirror.

Alas, people are wilted, and the skin is not smooth anymore.

Thinking of blackmailing his old sister and picking out that mask and eye cream from her hand, Mo Zeming shook his head and sat down at the desk.

The penguin pattern in the lower right corner is shaking and shaking. Fortunately, the sound is turned off, otherwise it will definitely be noisy.

Click on it, and as expected, the screen is full of reminders and blood-red exclamation marks, and there are a few bright characters on the nickname——

"older sister"

Drag it to the top and look down, the begging tone from the beginning in the chat record, such as "Brother, the manuscript is about to be handed in", "Brother, are you there? Write quickly!" Open the skylight..."

All the way to the back, it became all kinds of emoji packs of bloody knives, and all kinds of roars: "I haven't written yet!!! Believe it or not, I will take the knife to your house!!!", "I'm going to sue my parents !!!" and the killer sentence "Do you want to go on blind dates, brother~"

Ahem, Mo Zeming is a little guilty. The deadline has actually passed, but he is procrastinating and picky. He has to think about whether he writes a line. In the end, he deletes and deletes, and the old sister who is an editor collapses. up.

After all, my own family is happy in Xiaokeng, but wicked in Dakeng.

Adhering to the principle of caring for his old sister, and definitely not because he didn't want to go on a blind date with strangers, he hurriedly packed up the results of last night's hard work and threw them over.

The other side came back immediately, there was still a row of exclamation marks, and the scene where the other side was disheveled and yelling frantically was almost imaginable——

"You are still alive!!!"

It can be said that every word weeps blood, which makes the listener sigh and the listener cry.

Of course, Mo Zeming won't be guilty for too long, it's a pity that he changed into a domineering president mode in an instant, and began to order his old sister to follow up and fight for a small vacation.

The other side was silent for a long time before a string of "..."

There were more than a dozen windows shaking for the old girl who was pretending to be dead. Mo Zeming slumped in front of the computer, with a cigarette in his mouth, with a confident look, as if he was sure that the other side would agree to his request.

Well, the master is different, if you love the sunroof, you will open it, and if you want a holiday, you will come.Don't look at Mo Zeming's laziness now, he's just playing with his fingers, he's a well-known novelist, suspenseful, fantasy, Chinese and Western, he has everything in his mind, and he can make a lot of money with his good writing .

Of course, the publishing house is also full of smiles, wishing to confess him as a rich boy.

The mysterious and unpredictable Mo Dashen in the hearts of fans is currently nestling in a chair very unpretentiously, arguing with his old sister, and at the same time grabbing the thorns of the little prickly pear by the table.

"Hey, why is it wilting?" Mo Zeming stopped his hands suddenly, ignoring the holiday, and leaned over to carefully observe the little green balls in the basin.

I saw that in the dry soil, the little green ball seemed to be a lot more decadent, the little thorns curled up, and even the green color became gray.

Quickly reached out and moved the little prickly prickly pear to his side, so that the hot sun wouldn't shine directly on it, he went out to "clang" for a while, and came back with a small glass of water.

Bearing in mind the proprietress' instructions, Mo Zeming sprinkled cold tap water on the soil little by little to avoid pouring it directly on the top of the prickly prickly pear.

Although he was a little puzzled as to why the frequency of watering was much more than once a month as the proprietress said, he didn't think deeply about it. Watching the green balls in the basin gradually become more lively, gradually stretched and become energetic, he unconsciously revealed A smile.

Oh, if the old girl was here, she would cover her eyes and yell "So shiny! So sexy!", except for the family, only this little ball has seen Mo Zeming's charming smile.

Many fans begged and cried for the blessing of the great god, but no photos were released. It was rare for several signings. Mo Zeming was wearing a hood, not to mention laughing, he couldn't even see his expression.

Well, I can only blame myself for not being reincarnated as a little cactus.

This is all fate.

Mo Zeming's long and slender fingers touched the thorns of the little green ball one after another. It didn't hurt, but felt soft.

"Hey." He glanced at the screen, and he had already won a vacation over there, but Mo Zeming only cared about the little guy in his hand, thinking to himself: Why isn't it long?It's been half a year since I bought it...

The author has something to say:

Open a hole, silly and sweet