Yokohama's Son of God, meow!

Yosano Akiko was very confused by one thing.

That is, Yuanyi never said a word from the beginning to the end, and even his own name was learned through other people's mouths.

"Does Mr. Ji Guo know what's going on?" Ms. Xie Ye expressed her curiosity.

Well, in fact, she is not curious, the reason is nothing more than being affected by the cat's ability.

And the person in front of him was too silent.

Ranbu and Yuanmao, who was being discussed, also curled up and fell asleep together because of playing, just like two cats hugging each other for warmth, breathing and undulating calmly.

Mr. Ranpo's face will also unconsciously rub in his sleep, which happens to be facing his cat ears at a perfect angle, and then he will show a satisfied cat smile =w=.

She swears with Xie Ye that she is not envious at all, really.

The current situation is just... a little embarrassing.

The president wore an apron and was researching (probably) nutritional recipes for people and cats, and she and a silent kneeling swordsman with a paralyzed face were left staring at each other while waiting for their meal.

To relieve the dead air, which seemed to form a bubble film, she had to say something or ask something to get through this awkward time.

"Is this child..." The swordsman who sat silently and politely on the tatami quickly responded.

He relieved himself of emptiness, lowered his head slightly and opened his eyes to rest his mind. His red eyes, which did not have much emotional fluctuation, swept across the questioning girl in front of him.

Immediately, he turned his head, as if searching for something in the vast and expanded memory.

A few seconds later, he found the answer from the sea of ​​knowledge.

With a calm voice, like a political history teacher's hypnotic voice, he slowly began to tell about the past of the child in this parallel world.

As mentioned earlier, when Ji Guo’s father, Zai Yuanyi, was just born, he fell into panic when he saw “like” things growing on the top of his son’s head and behind him.

In fact, at that time, when the child was just born, the extra parts of the body were not the cat's ears and tail, but the sharp and fierce horns like a goat and the terrifying whip full of bone spurs.

Where would a man think that such a monster would emerge from the belly of his weak wife.

Not to mention the spreading blood-like streaks on the forehead, even the inhuman superfluous thing is enough to prove that it is a weird and terrifying creature.

He thought that his child was definitely possessed by something.

Ghosts, or demons.

The man made a decision in an instant, to kill this monster in its cradle.

Not only that, but he also wanted to get rid of this woman who lay not far away and gave birth to evil.

It's just that he didn't get what he wanted after all.

A monster is destined to be a monster from the moment it is born.

When the little monster realized that its life was about to be threatened, it launched a completely malicious attack on humans for the first and only time in its life.

He opened the sharp teeth that grew out of his birth, and bit the hand of the successor.

The man eventually left the home due to excessive mental torture and fear.

The child who was born under the name of "evil" and "unlucky", that little monster, was feared by both domestic servants and relatives.

Although in the eyes of the little monster's mother, his child is no different from the twin brother who was born together.

All the same good boy.

As a baby, the little monster would pull over the slipped quilt to tuck him in while his older brother fell asleep sucking his fingers.

With the softest part of the tentacles, he patted his brother's back lightly.

The little monster sometimes pokes his brother's swollen face when he is asleep with its tentacles in a mischievous manner.

When the little baby frowned and was about to be woken up, he would obediently lie on the ground and pretend to be dead.

Mother was amused by such a scene.

The little monster is not a bad boy, nor is it a demon that is ready to devour the young master as the servants said.

He is a good boy.

As a mother, she couldn't be more clear.

Little monsters talk earlier than normal kids.

Within a few days after birth, he would imitate his mother and hum a lullaby for his elder brother.

Little monsters are not liked.

No one wants to like him except his mother.

The little monster was worried that his brother, whom he watched growing up day by day, would one day hate him because of his ugly appearance.

In fact, the facial features of the little monster are more delicate and beautiful than ordinary people, even in childhood, people with eyes can easily see it.

But those people are often afraid of the "abnormality" in him, so they describe him as an "ugly thing".

Little monsters don't want to be hated.

He asked the only woman in the world who loved him what she should do.

The woman thought for a while, she smiled and said:

"Then make it cute?"

"Although no matter what Yuanyi looks like, my mother thinks it's cute."

The little monster thought about it seriously, cute things, things my mother likes...cute things.

Ah, I thought of it——it was the dying kitten he picked up.

The cat is black, small, and warm, and can be covered with two palms together, and held in his hand.

The whole body is wet, the hair is sticking to the body, and it looks uncomfortable and weak, as if it can die with just one breath.

He brought it back with him, and the thin, fear-infused whispers of the servants reached the little monster's ears with perfect hearing.

"That kid...like this again, brutally killing animals."

not him.

He was just this little thing he met on the road and thought he was going to die if left alone.

He had never seen such a small and fragile life.

It looks like it's alive, but it doesn't quite look like it.

But it is indeed warm, and the heart is beating.

Chuck, rhythmically hitting the palm of the little monster.

How could he hurt this kind of creature who was trying his best to survive.

The little monster brought the cat back to its mother.

Of course the mother knew that it was nothing like a cat bringing a mouse it had caught to her.

She rubbed the top of the little monster's hair and his cute horns, then smiled and said "don't worry" to him.

After a few days, the kitten came back to life again, and had the energy to play with his sleeping brother with the little monster.

When the little monster poked the fat baby's face as usual, the kitten would be beside him, raising its white-gloved paws, and pressing paw prints on his brother's face one by one.

The little monster likes the cat very much, it is very cute and smart.

Even if you can only "meow meow", it is enough to make people love you.

Mother also liked the cat very much.

And, unlike the little monster, everyone in the house, whether it's the housekeeper or the servants, likes it very much.

So when the cat ran away from home again and sneaked out to play and never came back, everyone felt it was a pity.

There were even whispers that the little monster ate the poor, endearing cat.

The lonely little monster also wants to be liked by people.

So the little monster decided to become a cat too.

Later, in the second year of life, the little monster wrapped itself up and formed a round ball.

In the fourth and a half years after turning into a round ball, the little monster woke up rubbing his eyes from the egg, and saw the world again.

"Good morning, Yuanyi."

"Yuanyi, good morning."

The smiling mother and immature little brother welcomed the new life of the little monster.

This time, the horns on the head were replaced by softened cat ears, and the tentacles and whips on the back were also replaced by only one hairy cat tail.

The servants at home have been changed several times, and the servants who knew the existence of the little monster were transferred away one after another.

No one, no one will ever hate this kid again.

——"Meet you for the first time, welcome back."

When Ji Guoyuan finished speaking and came back to his senses, Yosano Akiko was already paralyzed in the sofa, falling asleep without any image.

There is no way, who called Ji Guoyuan's tone of voice was so flat, with almost no ups and downs.

Even if this person is asked to talk about cross talk, he will only receive silence and a bunch of polite and awkward smiles.

"It's just a pity that no one can listen to this untold story." Ji Guoyuan lowered his head and murmured.

A positive and inspirational story of a little monster who wants to be loved by the world, in order to integrate into human society.

He felt that, using the vocabulary of this era to describe it, it was quite positive.

Searching around, Ji Guoyuan didn't see anything that could be used as a quilt.

So he took off the haori on his body, walked over and gently covered Yosano who fell asleep holding a wine bottle pillow.

After thinking for a while, the tall swordsman turned to the kitchen, and silently appeared behind Fukuzawa Yukichi who was holding a small bowl to test whether the miso soup was salty or not.

"President, is there anything I can help you with?"

Hearing the sound behind him, he turned his head, and the expressionless Mao Mao shook his ears on the top of his head, asking.

Fukuzawa Yukichi: "..."

The president almost choked on the soup.

In the end, he barely managed to maintain his superficial calmness, puffing up his cheeks to relieve the pain on his tongue that was unfortunately scalded by miso soup.

Ji Guoyuan one: "?"

Tilting his head foolishly, Ji Guoyuan followed Fukuzawa Yukichi's line of sight all the way back and down.

I don’t know when I woke up and consciously became the Yuanmao with a small tail following him. I grabbed his sleeve with one hand, rubbed my half-closed eyes with my teeth bared, and opened my eyes long and lazily. Yawn, tongue rolled.

"It's ready, umm," Fukuzawa Yukichi said vaguely with his scalded tongue, "If possible, Mr. Jiguo, can you help bring the dishes to the table? Mum."

"Hmm...?"

"cough!"

"Well, I see."

As soon as Ji Guoyuan finished the conversation, he straightened his crooked head, as if he had received some important task, and he was going to serve a tray of rich rice and side dishes in a serious manner.

The little cat that hadn't reached Fukuzawa Yukichi's waist stayed where it was, and turned its head to look at the big cat whose ears and tail were swaying unconsciously because "I can help, so I'm happy." Turning his head to look at Fukuzawa Yukichi who calmly drank cold water to save his tongue, he tilted his head and thought about it, opened his mouth tentatively, and let out a milky sound...

"Um?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi opened his eyes wide, turned his head to the sink, and splashed water.

um or something...

He didn't awaken any strange mouth addiction, just his tongue was burned!

Don't imitate this kind of black history!

Fukuzawa Yukichi felt a little tired.

After finally getting rid of the enigmatic sense of shame, he turned his attention to the child again.

At this time, the latter no longer wondered why his majestic president made such a cute "Mum" sound tens of seconds ago, he had already focused all his attention on the food.

At this time, standing on tiptoe, paws gripping the desk tightly, the big hairy tail swayed restlessly behind him like a snake.

The tip of the nose moved up and tried to smell the rich white gas emanating from the miso soup, and the cat ears shook happily.

It seems to shake the soft fur around the ears so that it wants to dance, it is the kind of lively kitten shaking.

Fukuzawa Yukichi, with an expression on his face as if he was surrounded by enemies, moved his eyes away and re-locked on the pair of cheerful cat ears, drinking water calmly.

No, calm down and drink the air.

After drinking that glass of air, Fukuzawa Yukichi felt that he had calmed down after being hit by the two cats.

However, he still couldn't take his eyes off the pair of unguarded cat ears that were still dangling.

Analyzing calmly, the kitty is now focusing on the food, even if... Even if it rubs it a little and quickly, it shouldn't be discovered, right?

When I think about it, I think about it carefully, how I approached the opponent in a silent state.

Maintaining such careful thinking, Fukuzawa Yukichi's big hand moved closer to the cat's ear inch by inch.

1 cm, 0.5 cm.

Closer, closer.

The temperature and touch are like jumping from the air to the fingertips.

The two little angels behind them are about to blow the horn of victory in their hands.

However, just when Fukuzawa Yukichi was about to successfully grab the cat, he noticed the movement behind him and the relationship between the pile of text boxes above his head. He turned his head in a daze, and slowly blinked his bewildered big cat eyes.

Fukuzawa Yukichi withdrew his hands quickly, turned sharply, and coughed with his fist pressed to his lips.

"You can't steal it."

He finally closed one eye and opened the other, exhorting like this.

Like this room, no, like no one wanted to attack Mao Mao Er in a few hundred miles around just now.

Yuan Yi looked up at the serious president, then at the fragrant rice, then at the president, nodded seriously, and ran away.

……Ran.

...had.

Behind him is the vicissitudes father looking at the lonely expression of the goose, mixed with a trace of regret, slightly stretching out Erkang's hand.

Just after waking up, I saw the chaotic steps of this scene: "..."

[Yeah, yeah, the president is really...]

[Next chapter, help him =w=+]

The author has something to say: So Yuanmao is actually only three and a half years old

Shrunk into a ball, fell asleep and transformed for four and a half years

Welcome to "Son of God Three and a Half Years Old"

(Excessive memes. Get beaten)

感谢在2020-06-2515:39:06~2020-06-2613:02:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: Xia Chuan Lu Jun 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：叶伞50瓶；凌21瓶；卖萌的猫、杂食党无所畏惧20瓶；瑶小瑶、听风知雨10瓶；soired、创世篞3瓶；镜E、玉槿歌、浅小莫、秋沫苏1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!