[Fairytale] Cosplay

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Have you ever seen an inkstone?It is the kind of black, cold and hard, small squares made of various stones that scholars and literati used to grind ink in ancient times.

If so, have you ever seen Yantai talking?

At least Wan Jiamei hadn't seen it before, and he didn't care whether an inkstone could speak or not, but when he himself became that kind of thing, he couldn't calm down.

That's right, during this trip, he curiously turned into an inkstone. The parts that should have been his belly were all covered in black ink. After a few minutes of collapse, he finally accepted his current situation. Then it took a while to realize that I was really just an ordinary stone, neither talking nor moving.

This situation made him hehe a few times.So, after the little girl and the big girl, this time I didn't even bother to let Lao Tzu play the role, and just threw him into a rock.

Does the Great God of Time Traveling have enmity with him?

Wan Jiamei squatted on the table and thought to herself, not being able to speak or move was simply a great torture for a purely athletic boy like him.He looked around at the environment around him. There was a very distinctive Chinese-style decoration background, so the content of this dream was finally not foreign silver?Does that mean that he can get rid of the framework of fairy tales?

Thinking of this place, he began to carefully look at the house he was in, and he realized that it was really... a very poor family.The reason why he said this was because the decoration of this house was so simple that from his angle he could even see a few straws protruding from the cracked walls.There was even an old wooden basin in the corner, because there was a huge hole in the roof, and it was estimated that if the basin was not placed there in rainy days, the house would be flooded.

Judging from the stationery placed on the table where he was squatting, the owner of the house should be a scholar, and he was also a poor scholar from a poor family.

Just when he was thinking wildly, there was a "squeak" in his ear, and the dilapidated wooden door was pushed open. Wan Jiamei held his breath, and turned his head nervously to look at the person, anxious to come Could it be that fellow Blanks?

As a result, when he turned his head and saw a person in a blue and white Hanfu walking in, his eyes almost popped out.This guy... this guy...

The person's face was clearly exactly the same as his! ! !

Wan Jiamei stared at his own face, his mind was in chaos, he couldn't tell what was going on now, why another person who didn't know who was coming over his face, but he could only squat Playing a dumb inkstone here, what the hell is going on here, what the hell is Blanks doing?

The scholar who looked exactly like Wan Jiamei walked to the desk slowly, then sighed with a sad face, took the half-read book on the table with a look of hopelessness, flipped through it twice, bitterly Putting his face down again, he stretched out his hand to cover his stomach, and muttered something like "I'm so hungry."

Wan Jiamei squatted on the table, looking at the guy staring at her face sitting with such a decadent expression, the feeling was indescribable.The scholar's family was really poor, and it should be lunch time. Not only did he not get up from his desk, but he became even more distressed.

At this time, someone knocked on the door again, and then a person who looked like an old lady walked in, holding something similar to a food box in his hand.The moment Xiucai saw her coming in, his eyes lit up, and the expression on his face was no longer depressed. He happily stood up to greet the woman.

The aunt put the food box on his table, looked at him and sighed: "Xiaojia, it's really useless for you to read these dead books all day long. It's not that my aunt said something bad, it's just that your stomach That two taels of ink is really not the material for studying, let alone becoming an official in the future. The articles you wrote, the husband said that they are worthless and nonsense. You are not married yet, isn’t it all because the girls hate your family? Are you poor? If you are willing to throw away your books and learn a craft, why don’t you have a decent manager by now?”

The scholar named "Xiao Jia" listened to the aunt's words with his head down, neither saying a word nor moving, as if he was listening and not listening.The aunt looked at him for a while, and finally shook her head helplessly and went out.The scholar watched the people go out, heaved a sigh of relief, and started to open the food box. Inside were a few warm pancakes, a plate of pickles, and a bowl of clear soup with no egg flowers.In Wan Jiamei's opinion, it was not a good lunch, but the scholar ate it deliciously.

It's just that he was eating, and suddenly tears fell on the pancakes. Wan Jiamei was surprised to find that the scholar was crying.He looked at the guy who looked exactly like himself crying with his face with a complicated expression, and his mood was a little complicated.

The scholar didn't know why he was wronged, and he ate while crying, looking unreasonable and pitiful.

Wan Jiamei also sighed, he can be regarded as a young and proud person, both in academics and in life, he is relatively successful, and he really has no way to empathize with someone who is obviously lost like a scholar.However, it would be false to say that you don't sympathize, after all... that's my face, can you please stop crying so ugly with my face... qaq Xiucai cried for a long time, and finally ate his food When it was over, he rubbed his stomach, and then reluctantly put the lunch box on the edge of the table, silently mouthing a look of unfinished, very foodie demeanor.

Wan Jia was silent. He was forced to watch this guy eat and eat. After trying many times, he still couldn't move. This made him very frustrated. He didn't know the plot, the background, and couldn't speak. It made him unable to accept everything with peace of mind like before.

Moreover, I don't know what role Blanks is playing now. He is an inkstone, so is that guy still a brush?He glanced at the bald pen with few hairs on the right side of the scholar, thought about his beautiful face, silently ruled out this possibility, and always felt that if that guy really dressed like a flower Got a bald brush...

The first night after he woke up and found that he was an inkstone, he suffered from insomnia.

Xiucai was snoring comfortably on the only small broken bed at home, sleeping happily, but he couldn't sleep peacefully like him.Wan Jiamei raised her head and looked at the moon outside through the paper window of the poor scholar's house with several big holes. Once I felt that my life was a great tragedy, as hard as an aircraft carrier.

After thinking about it, he felt that if he wanted to get rid of his current situation, he had to cultivate a human form. Only when he became refined could he be able to speak.However, the country seems to have clearly stipulated that animals cannot become spirits after the founding of the country. Although he is not an animal, the same should apply ==.

Moreover, what is the process of cultivation? It is said that it is to absorb the essence of moonlight, but...he looked at his black body that was motionless, and sighed sadly.

"Panzi..." Xiucai turned over on the bed, still muttering in his sleep, his mental quality made it impossible for him to say anything.

After a sleepless night until dawn, Wan Jiamei finally felt a little drowsiness when the sky turned white. He couldn't think of a better way for the time being, so he closed his eyes and rested. The dream will soon pass.

This sleep was very long, and when he opened his eyes again, the sun had already risen to a high level, and Xiucai's lunch box was placed in the same place as yesterday, obviously he had already eaten lunch .He yawned, and looked at Xiucai who was pouting his buttocks and flipping the snake. When he saw it clearly, he found that the thing was pouring bucket after bucket into the same broken water tank in his house. water.

What is this idiot doing?He was full of doubts, and according to the scholar's indiscriminate temperament, he didn't seem like a person who would do such a thing.However, his doubts didn't last long, and Xiucai solved his doubts himself. He took out a huge snail from the bamboo basket at his feet.

When he saw the big snail for the first time, Wan Jiamei was slightly shocked. He swore he had never seen such a big snail in his life, and he couldn't lift it with his hands.Wan Jiamei can drool over it from a long distance, such a big snail, how delicious it is when cooked (ˉ﹃ˉ).

Xiucai probably thought so too, so even though he didn't have the strength to lift such a big thing, he still squeezed it into the big water tank with all his strength, and then poured it out again. The bucket of water went in, and he muttered excitedly that he could eat meat after a few days of raising it.

The large snail almost occupies the entire volume of the water tank, domineeringly horizontal in the water tank, just from the appearance, it can be seen that the snail's arrogance.

The little Xiucai was lying in front of the vat, holding his face and looking at the snail in the vat, smiling so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, as if he had already seen the day when he would eat meat in the future.

Looking at the vat over there, Wan Jiamei didn't know why he always felt that the snails seemed to touch the key to some kind of plot, but he couldn't figure out what it was.