little fox and fairy

Xianjun was recalling the past when the little fox suddenly ran into the Xuhua Palace, surrounded Xianjun back and forth and asked: "Xianjun, Xianjun, what's your name?"

Xianjun felt strange, the little fox had been with him for more than half a year, and it was the first time he asked his name.

Xianjun stared at the little fox intently, as if he wanted to find an answer from those obsidian eyes.

"What do you ask for this?"

"Because I want to know." The little fox replied simply.

Xianjun has nothing to say: It seems that that guy hasn't come back yet.

Xianjun held the pen and wrote four characters. The iron draws silver hooks, and the ink is flying.

Xianjun closed his pen and said lightly, "My name."

The little fox stared at the paper on the table and didn't speak for a long time, as if his soul was taken away by something.

Xianjun looked at the little fox quietly, as if he saw the shadow of that guy.

The little fox raised his head suddenly, and looked at Xianjun with watery eyes: "What is written?"

Only then did Xianjun recall that the little fox could not read at all!

Seeing the little fox's pure and innocent appearance, Xianjun was suddenly very annoyed: "From tomorrow on, learn to read with me!"

"Ah?" The little fox fell into the clouds.I don't read the scriptures, and I don't critique the scriptures, so what characters do I learn?

Looking at Xianjun's unhappy back, the little fox rubbed his head, regretting not falling.If I had known this before, I shouldn't have listened to the Second Highness to ask Lao Shizi's name!

Xianjun sat on the couch and read scriptures, and the little fox practiced calligraphy on the table next to him, tilting his head, copying the strokes written by Xianjun.

Before drawing two strokes, the little fox complained to Xianjun: "Xianjun, the paw hurts."

The little fox held up its paws to show the fairy, but the fairy didn't pay attention at all.

The little fox pouted and frowned, even though there were thousands of dissatisfaction in his heart, he had no choice but to continue "drawing a ladle from a gourd" dejectedly.

After a while, the ungrateful little fox said to Xianjun again: "Xianjun, my butt hurts."

Xianjun was really annoyed.The little fox has been moaning and chirping since he took the pen, which is really disturbing.

"Where did you get so many things?"

"If you sit for a long time, it will hurt." The little fox muttered in a low voice.

Xianjun had no choice but to reprimand: "Get up!"

The little fox stood aside obediently, guessing in his heart: Isn't he really angry?

Xianjun stood up and spread the soft cushion on the couch for the little fox to sit on.

"Don't make any noise, do you hear me?"

"Oh"

The little fox looked at the cushions on the ground, peeked at Xianjun secretly, and sighed helplessly: My Xianjun, I don’t have a pain in my butt, I just don’t want to sit here and practice calligraphy.