Goblin

Try to stretch your feet, feel the cool water drops from the soil upwards, gradually flowing all over your body, the little cactus sighed comfortably, closed your eyes and collapsed in the basin, the skin is greener, and the little thorns stand up a little bit stand up.

Ouch, this is the master's hand, it's... touching me!

The little prickly pear's head seemed to be smoking, but it was in the shade, but it seemed to be hot, its face was flushed, and it felt like the fingers were gently caressing each thorn, touching the body from time to time.Especially the slightly callused fingertips, which made it itchy and trembling when swiping.

I still held back and softened the thorn a little, but it couldn't pierce the owner!

The little prickly pear clenched his lips, gasped, and let out a small hum. Fortunately, it was not in the audible band of human ears. Of course, this was knowledge that the little prickly pear didn't know, it just relied on intuition.

"Why haven't you grown up yet? Small." The master who was silent at first blurted out.

Fascinated by the gentle touch of the other party, the little cactus was startled when he heard this, and suddenly came back to his senses, trying very hard to stabilize his body.

"I, I want to grow up too..." After staying on the desk in the study for more than half a year, the little prickly pear has basically remained unchanged, as small as it should be.It also knew that its owner was worried about raising itself to death, so it went to the bonsai shop downstairs to ask the proprietress.

But... I am really this big!It's not like this to grow up if you want to grow!

The little cactus wants to cry but has no tears, and can't speak, let alone convey his thoughts to the owner.From its point of view, the owner has taken care of everything. It needs water and shade, and when it wants to rest, it just needs to pretend to be listless, and then it can be pulled close to its side and enjoy a long time of petting.

What's more, I am a goblin, different from those flowers and plants, and more special than the big guys.Judging from the memories I got on the day I had "thoughts", if I grow up slowly, I will become more like a human being.

Although there is no evidence, Little Cactus believes in this way, and keeps working hard in this direction.

"Master, master, you are the best..." The little cactus shook its body, and the thorns on its body became more flexible, so that it would be more comfortable for the man to touch.

The small ball is so green that water drips out, and the white thorns are also shimmering. No matter how you look at it, it is a super cute and cute little cactus ball!

Rubbing the owner's palm with his head, the little prickly prickly prickly "huh" with wide eyes, staring closely at the master's face that is a hundred times more beautiful than the long thing in the proprietress's hand, " Pounding" jumping wildly.

If it is possible...

Swaying from side to side, the little cactus pursed her mouth, and made a decision in her heart: from today on, eat a lot and grow fast!Only in this way can we tell the master well: "Master, you are the best, the little goblin likes you!"

As for whether the master will be afraid of himself, well, that's another story.

The little prickly pear is full of courage and ambition, as if he can become a human in the next second.Suddenly, like a balloon being punctured, it became limp in an instant. It turned out to be the man's hand, rubbing his own thorn again.

The eye sockets of the little cactus are full of water——

Boom, don't think about anything else.Well, so comfortable!

As for Mo Zeming, he naturally didn't know that his little prickly prickly pear was in a turmoil right now.

After teasing the little prickly ball for a while, Mo Zeming was a little surprised that it felt comfortable without pricking, and regardless of the length and growth, he tapped the top of the prickly pear ball with his fingertips, turned his head to reply, but got no response After that, the old girl who started to post emojis crazily.

After calming down the other party smoothly, Mo Zeming touched his nose and went back to the previous page to read the record with some embarrassment.

Sure enough, there is a price to be paid for being a prodigal, and the superiors ignored his behavior of procrastinating the manuscript again, and generously approved the short vacation.

It's just that, I have to send the general idea of ​​the next book first, and at worst, I have to come up with a few ideas.This is not a problem for Mo Zeming. Anyway, I have given it now, and it will be another thing to write it when the time comes.

He took a deep puff of the cigarette, and put the sparks out of the cigarette in the ashtray on the other side of the table, then minimized the chat window, opened the document, and fell into thinking about the white flowers: "Hmm... what should I write... ..."

Well, it's probably a common problem of writers, once you open word, you will be in a daze, and you don't know how to start.

Mo Zeming put his hands lightly on the keyboard, looked around, from the globe in the corner to the rows of organized novels on the shelf, and then focused on the little green ball next to his hand.Like a small light bulb "ding" in an animation, a good idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

The fingers tapped quickly, the sound of "da da da" sounded, and the lines of words quickly filled the blank in front of me, and a pair of excited eyes and Mo Zeming's extremely serious expression were reflected on the screen.

After typing a bunch of words, watching the progress bar sent from the right end of the window "sigh" to the end, he stretched himself, picked up the cup that had been brewed a long time ago, and drank the coffee that had lost its temperature in one gulp. .

Ah, how cool.

Although there is a suspicion of rushing to work, it is also a new attempt. He wants to write a unit story similar to Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio. The protagonist duo should be written as young monsters transformed from humans and plants with strong backgrounds. Because of some The reason is to travel together, to see the unpredictability of the world and so on... Anyway, it's the outline, come here casually, and don't be afraid to let go in the end.

Cough cough, you ask why there are no heroines who are all men?This is of course because Mo Zeming has never been good at writing emotional dramas. He has never been in a relationship and is about to be promoted to a great magician. He has been with his left and right hands for almost 30 years.

The old girl teased him all day long: "There is no such thing as good-looking and single as you. Obviously, many people chase you, even my colleagues are crying for your contact information!" Calling him back to go on a blind date made Mo Zeming miserable.

Is there any way?

He just finds it annoying to be close to other people. Reflecting it in the novel, naturally there are only female characters and no heroines, so that readers will not be heckled by readers for emotional dramas. Anyway, there are none.

However, Mo Zeming, who has never been in contact with a certain field, does not know that his novels are full of emotional dramas in the eyes of some girls. In each novel, someone happily writes about the two protagonists, and there are many juicy pornographic works. .

According to their words, Mo Dashen's novels have their own cuteness, just like the protagonists are always two young men, who depend on each other for life and death, or "brothers" love, they are all super beautiful, can they make people nosebleed, okay? !

Well, Mo Zeming didn't know about these things, and his sister never told him that he was about to be guessed gay on the other side.But now, Mo Zeming looked at the big "Okay!" sent from the opposite side, and moved the small flowerpot next to the mouse in a good mood.

During this short holiday, I happened to go home, and told my family that if I was single, I would be single, and stop introducing him to strange women.Every time I tricked him to go out for dinner, fortunately he was smart enough to avoid them all.

Thinking of this, Mo Zeming heaved a long sigh.In order to avoid the heavy care of his parents, he even moved to the next city to develop his career in the name of euphemistically, and only then did he gain some peace.

Anyway, this time I must go back.At this time, Mo Zeming stopped turning the flowerpot in his hands, held the small ball in front of him, and looked at it carefully.

"Should...not die..."

During the time I go home, I don’t know if throwing the prickly prickly pear will cause any accidents?

After all, he bought this small pot by chance downstairs, and it was the first time in his life that he saw a potted plant right. If he accidentally raised it to death, he couldn't tell how uncomfortable it would be.

Just this fate, it is difficult to treat it as a dead thing that can be discarded casually.

Well, even if it is a mature man, there will still be a trace of childishness and boyishness hidden deep inside.

Suddenly, Mo Zeming snapped his fingers, happily holding the little green ball, and walked out the door quickly. "Please let the proprietress in the shop downstairs look at it!"

The author has something to say:

In fact, I have never raised a prickly pear, I just rely on Baidu, ah, the little prickly pear is so cute