amazingly short legs

There was a chill on Moribe's body, and the cold feeling penetrated into his bones through the screen, and dense hairs rose up.

He was silent for a moment, and said, "Go back and shoot that white snake."

The seller walked back and the camera panned out to a black and white snake.

"No, it's the unvariegated white snake, the bottom row."

"Hmm..." The seller hesitated, and suddenly a big face with stubble appeared in the camera, with a rough voice and pretending to be intimate, "Dear, you'd better not look at this bottle of wine. "

"My surname is Sheng, why can't I read it?"

The seller said: "Mr. Sheng, there are generally two types of people who buy snake wine. One is for drinking to keep fit, and the other is for hobbies and buying for collection. But no matter what kind of buyer it is, I don't recommend buying it. This bottle, the snake is originally an evil thing, this bottle is even more evil, I have sold it a few times before, and I think it looks pretty when I first come up, but after a long time, I feel uncomfortable all over, and I dare not throw it away. , I returned it to me again, don’t look at it on my shelf, I usually don’t want to look at it.”

"What breed is this?" Moribe asked.

The seller said: "I can't tell. This bottle of snake wine was left to me by my father. He said that his grandfather told him that even if he couldn't sell it, he couldn't throw it away. He also said that it was my grandfather's father, my father's grandfather, that is, me." It was entrusted by my grandfather. No, it’s in my hands now.”

Moribe frowned, feeling a strange feeling in his heart, he was not the kind of person who liked to hunt for novelties, but somehow he had a strong emotion, he wanted the snake.As for why he wanted it, he couldn't tell.

After the seller learned of his thoughts, he comforted that some people would feel this way when they saw the snake, as if they had to, but they bought it home and sent it back not long after, even the money was lost. Don't return it, don't want it anymore.

"So I'm not special!" Shengbu thought, he was a little less interested in the white snake just now, he asked the seller to choose several kinds of snake wine suitable for the elderly, and he was going to turn off the video call to place an order. The moment the video was turned off, Shengbu saw the evil white snake on the shelf behind the seller, staring intently at the front, and then blinked its small eyes.

Through the video and the wine bottle, Moribe seemed to be able to see some eagerness in those small eyes.

Heh heh heh, has he been winked at by something strange?

How can a snake that has been dead for an unknown number of years and soaked in wine blink?

Moribu frowned. After closing the communication, he squeezed the space between his brows and looked at the computer again. He still had half of today's manuscript unfinished. His update time was seven o'clock in the evening, and he was always punctual, and it was the same today.

However, when Moribu looked at the densely packed words on the manuscript, the appearance of the white snake kept appearing in his mind. He closed his eyes, and after recovering, he saw that in the plot he just wrote, the protagonist's The last word is: I want it.

Moribe thought, oh, so it is my Chinese snake wine.

Five days later, Shengbu received a call from his parents, saying that the snake wine had been received, and the seller thoughtfully put the drinking method in it.At the same time, he also got the snake wine containing the white snake.

He still bought it.

The seller added WeChat to him, claiming to be Dong Jiang, and said that if he didn't want it after receiving it, he would return it to him, saying that he didn't dare to throw this thing around, and he was particular about it. Among animals, snakes always have a certain kind of weirdness. evil nature.

Since it was a glass bottle, it was packed tightly by express delivery. Shengbu didn't rush to open it after taking it home. After finishing today's work, he sent the manuscript to the new editor before going to the kitchen to get the scissors.

Moribu lives alone in a villa with a beautiful environment on the outskirts of the capital. He likes to be quiet, and because of his status as a writer, this living environment is conducive to his writing. Each single-family villa has its own small garden. It is a secluded grove, and vines and flowers are crawling in the garden of the house. It is basically impossible for outsiders to see the owner's house from it.

Moribe took out the contents of the box, peeled off several layers of newspapers and sponges, and gradually revealed the real body of the wine bottle seen in the video.

It turned out that the wine bottle was not the finished Wuliangye bottle, but a water drop shape, just like the Guanyin bottle in Guanyin's hand. Like two jaspers the size of mung beans, they stared motionlessly ahead.

Moribe put the transparent wine bottle on the table, pulled the chair and sat down, lit a cigarette, leaned on the back of the chair, crossed his slender legs, and in this posture, he took off his shirt with a swish, revealing Tight chest and abdominal muscles, showing off your figure to the air.

A faint smog filled the air, and Moribe stared at the wine bottle on the table in the mist, with a cool and indifferent expression, thinking to himself: "Can this thing still blink? Am I blind???"

Just staring at each other for a while, the little white snake in the bottle remained motionless. Moribe pressed the cigarette into the ashtray, took a photo with his mobile phone at the position of the little white snake in the bottle, and then opened the photo album , zoomed the photo to the maximum, slid to the position of the snake's eye, and looked carefully.

The reason for doing this was that Shengbu suddenly thought that only people who have eyelids can blink. Snakes don't have eyelids. If the little white snake doesn't have eyelids, then he must have misread the blinking action.

The little white snake is really small. Shengbu looked at it a few times and felt that he might have been single for a long time. No matter how he looked at a snake soaked in wine, he felt pretty.

The head of the little white snake is not a smooth triangle, and the two sides of the forehead are slightly protruding. I don’t know what it is. Anyway, I can’t understand it. Its eyes are very beautiful. Although they feel weird when they look at each other, they still don’t hinder their beauty. It's like beautiful jade.

Moribe zoomed in on the photo until the pixels were blurred, and only then did he barely notice something from its jade-like eyes. He looked away from the phone and squinted at the wine bottle. This little thing not only has eyelids, but even double eyelids!

Moribe is a suspense mystery novelist. Although he has a cold personality, he has a big brain. After discovering this amazing thing, he suddenly remembered a TV series that sang whenever there was a disagreement - "Legend of the New White Snake". Is it possible...

Probably not!

In the dead of night, in the secluded villa, the post-modern style marble cold gray dining table suddenly had a gust of cold wind blowing against the table. A layer of dew gradually condensed on the place where it was blown across the tabletop, and the moisture in the air became heavier and heavier, as humid as a mountain forest that had just stopped raining.

In the drop-shaped wine bottle on the table, the round eyes of the little white snake hovering in the center of the wine narrowed slightly, and the dark blue eyes showed a strange smile in the dim moonlight.

The dew on the table rolled more and more, and the water vapor became heavier and heavier. Just when it was about to reach a certain peak, a strange movement suddenly sounded in the dark and quiet restaurant.

"belch--"

With this sound, the dew condensed on the table seemed to be sucked away, and suddenly turned into a puddle of water and spread on the table, trickling down the edge of the table.

The half-closed eyes of the little white snake in the water drop wine bottle suddenly widened, and its snow-white and slender body trembled in the wine, "Hi, gurg gurg——"

A series of small bubbles emerged from the white wine, stuck to the little white snake's head, and then shattered.

Di Yan shook his little head depressedly, looked around silently through the transparent wine bottle, saw no one on the left or right, lowered his head, grabbed the tip of his tail in his mouth, sank to the bottom of the bottle, and went to sleep unhappy.