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When Moribe came down from the upstairs bedroom the next day, he saw that the floor of the open restaurant was wet, and there were water stains on the dining table. He looked at the drop wine bottle placed with flowers on the table, and the little white snake inside was still the same. As in the past, it hangs proudly in the middle of the wine, with its small head held high, and blue eyes staring at the front quietly, with a manly look that is about to be soaked in wine—as if it wasn’t snoring at the bottom of the water with its little tail on its pillow last night Like sleeping.

Moribe checked the ceiling and the sink, and found no water leaks. He walked slowly to the table, wiped off the water stains on the table that hadn't dried with his fingers, stared at the little white snake meaningfully, and then moved his fingers to The tip of the nose sniffed.

The little white snake emperor who put dried snakes in the wine bottle felt a 'thump' in his heart.

Moribe smelled nothing, and the water on the table was just water.

After breakfast, Shengbu began to prepare the manuscript to be updated today. When it was almost noon, the snake wine seller Dong Jiang sent a WeChat greeting, "Dear, no return, this bottle of snake wine can be returned for seven days without any reason!"

Never seen a seller so aggressive about returns.

Moribe glanced at the 'seven days without reason' on the dining table in the distance, and replied: "No refund."

The seller, Dong Jiang: "Okay dear, then I'll ask again tomorrow."

Moribe: "..."

Hanging up the phone, Moribe lit a cigarette, went to the dining table and picked up the snake wine. The little white snake in it tilted slightly with the drink, but the small body was still straight. He lifted it up to meet the little white snake's small mung bean eyes .

No matter what kind of snake it is, the snake's eyes are all mysterious and mysterious, but how can the small eyes of a snake that has been dead for so long remain so watery?

Could it be... Kazilan did it?

He looked at it silently for a while, and suddenly raised his hand, shaking the wine bottle violently up and down.

Emperor Yan: "..."

Shake before drinking?

The turbulent vortex in the wine bottle immediately confused the emperor. He tried his best to maintain an aloof posture, and turned himself into a small snake boat that could not be broken in the wind and waves. Turned the circle of love.

Moribe shook it for a while, and saw that the little white snake inside had not collapsed except for circling with the vortex. He thought of the poplar tree in the desert, which can live for 3000 years and die for 3000 years. Although the White Snake is small, it has the spirit of persevering.

Moribe found a shelf in the house and put the drop wine bottle in it. He took a step back and admired it with his arms crossed.The creepiness when we first met is gone. Looking at the water drop bottle refracting the sunlight outside the window, the little white snake inside is neatly coiled in the middle of the wine, and it is indeed a strange and amazing feeling to appreciate as an ornament. Feel.

Moribu admired it for a while, and returned to the workbench to continue typing. Just as he turned around, the majestic little white snake suddenly shook his head, fell to the bottom of the bottle, and fainted—the reaction was slow half a beat.

That night, Moribe had a dream. He dreamed that he fell into the sea. The sea was stormy and the waves were raging. In the distance was the shore. There was a man in white standing on the shore. A huge vortex formed on the surface of the sea, and he was sucked into it all at once. The crazy sea water swirled him around and made him dizzy. He said, "You naughty little baby, you made me so angry, this time I will take it as your punishment."

Moribu woke up from the dream and sat up. At the moment of waking up, intense dizziness approached his head. He pinched the center of his eyebrows vigorously, and it took him a while to recover.

It was 04:30 in the morning, the bedroom was dark, and there was a faint smell of damp in the air.

Sheng Bu was startled, and suddenly threw off the quilt and rushed downstairs.

The rooms on the first floor of the villa are all open-plan decoration. In a well-lit corner, the gray metal shelf is used as a partition to face Moribe’s usual work desk. When he turns on the light, the warm yellow halo shines through. The water drop bottle on the shelf was illuminated, and the whole body of the bottle was illuminated with a faint golden light, and the smooth scales of the small snake inside also reflected the streamer.

It is as exquisite as a handed down crystal handicraft, but Shengbu didn't have the heart to appreciate it, his voice was a little hoarse because of the nightmare, "...what are you?"

The little white snake stared at him blankly, the surrounding was quiet, Shengbu heard his own heartbeat, and after a long time, there was no movement.

Sheng Bu looked at the little snake in the bottle, and felt that his brain was soaked in wine, and he even wondered what kind of strange power this snake was.

Moribe sat on the chair behind the desk, closed his eyes and calmed down for a while, and when he opened his eyes again, he was a staunch supporter of materialism.

At noon, the seller sent another WeChat to ask Shengbu: "Dear, do you want to return the product? I have upgraded it for you for eight days without any reason!"

Sheng Bu remembered the man in white in his dream, and replied, "No retreat."

Dong Jiang wiped the jar of snake wine in the shop with a rag. When he received the news, he opened it and raised his thick eyebrows.

Shengbu didn't bother with the bottle of snake wine today, and he didn't have any nightmares at night.

Di Yan curled his tail up and down in the wine, thinking, did he scare the little baby.

After a dreamless night, after waking up, Shengbu went straight to the shelf, picked up the bottle of snake wine and shook it vigorously.

After shaking, I went to sleep for a while, and then I really had another nightmare of being swept away by the strong wind and huge waves.

Now he can be sure that this bottle of snake wine is tricky, no, snakes are tricky.

Then at noon, when Dong Jiang came to ask him whether he would return the product or not, Sheng Bu asked him back on WeChat, "Do you know that snake that can sing?"

Dong Jiang didn't understand what it meant.

Moribe leaned on the back of the chair, looked at the "Legend of the New White Snake" playing on the computer with a stern expression, and recorded a passage for him, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~"

Dong Jiang listened closely to the voice, and asked with a strange expression, "You mean the snake wine I sold to you can sing?"

Sheng Bu glanced at the drop bottle on the cabinet, and typed: "No, I can paddle."

Dong Jiang: "..."

In order to find out whether his nightmares had anything to do with the snake wine, Moribu thought of a way. He put the snake wine in the freezer of the refrigerator, and took it out after finishing writing today's manuscript.

There was a layer of snow-white frost on the water drop bottle. The wine inside was not frozen, but it should be very cold. Moribu stared at the little white snake in the bottle for a while, but found no difference, so he sent the manuscript to the editor for review. , go to bed early.

When he didn't know if he fell asleep or not, he suddenly felt that the temperature around him dropped, and soon, even though he was wrapped in a quilt, he was still terribly cold.

It's already summer, it shouldn't be so cold, Moribe pondered dully, he lowered his head, and saw himself standing in a vast expanse of white snow, surrounded by white cold air, and a person standing in the misty distance.

The man stood with his hands behind his back, his white clothes swayed, and his black hair trailed the ground, with his back to Shengbu.

Moribe wanted to walk over, but found that his feet were frozen.

"Little baby." The voice sounded from the ethereal snow mirror, loose and lazy.

Moribe frowned, not sure if the man in white was talking to him, because he was a grown man, and these three words had nothing to do with him.

"If you are naughty again, I will punish you." The voice was slightly doting, it was the attitude of elders towards ignorant and naughty children.

Sheng Bu didn't know where he was being naughty, so he asked, "How to punish?"

The man in white didn't speak, looking very tall and unfathomable.

Di Yan was choked, he probably didn't expect this generation of brats to be so difficult to bully.

Shengbu saw the figure of the man in white suddenly shortened, as if he was about to release some big move, Shengbu thought of the stormy sea, so he tightened his nerves.

Di Yan squatted on the ground, propped his chin with one hand, and picked the ice cubes at his feet with the other finger, thinking about how to punish the child more appropriately.

Moribe waited for a while, but nothing happened. The long hair of the man in white was spread from his shoulders to the ground, which was very beautiful in the illusory.

"Who are you?" Shengbu wanted to get closer to see his appearance, but he couldn't move his feet. Then he thought it was a dream, and it was normal not to be under his control.

Di Yan patted the icicles off his hands and stood up, turned his back to him, and said, "You, a little baby, can't know my identity."

Saying it scares you to death.

Di Yan: "I have thought it over."

Moribe: "?"

The emperor put his hand behind his back and said, "I will not give you food as a punishment."

Thousands of years ago, the human race was most afraid of being hungry.

Moribe: "..." He is still thinking about how to punish him, why is he so cute.

He said, "Have you given it?"

Di Yan thought for a moment, oh, he didn't give it, so he felt a little depressed. This generation of the human race is really difficult to deal with.