Strange honey water and Y month [short story collection]

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This is the first time that the little mite went out after becoming a bug. It was surprised to find that his wife lived in a community not far from his house, and he could walk less than two kilometers. No wonder the fat Siamese in the park can wander to his wife's house eat.

It is even possible that he and his wife have visited the same supermarket, the same vegetable market... Stop, I almost forgot, my wife hardly ever goes out.

It was so hot outside that my wife brought a small electric fan to blow on my face, but he was also wearing a black mask, which was really useless.

The wife approached the bus and sat down, and cars sped past in front of her.

Seeing no one around, the wife asked the little mite, "Googoo (are you afraid of the heat?)"

Little mite: "Have you ever seen anyone whose conscience is afraid of heat?"

The wife chuckled: "Googoo (That's just right, I'm not afraid.)"

The little mite looked at the small fan he was fanning wildly, and hummed disdainfully.

Wife: "Googoogoo (Which little pig's conscience has come over? You can make friends with it.)"

Little mite: "You seem to be scolding yourself."

Because I live in the suburbs, I have to wait 10 minutes for a bus. Taking this opportunity, the little mite sneaked into my wife's ear.

"What friend are you going to meet?"

Although he tried his best to restrain himself, there was still a sour taste in his tone.

Of course the delicate and sensitive wife noticed it, but he didn't expose it, he just revealed the matter gently.

"Googoo (it's a group of designers.)" said the wife. He usually communicates with those people. Of course, he has never been to the previous gatherings, and he only communicates with everyone online.

The reason why they went this time was because one of them had a good relationship with his wife and was about to leave the city. If he didn't go, he might never see him again.

"Googoo (he encouraged me once, I want to meet him.)"

The little mite was a little unhappy: "It's not just him who encouraged you, will everyone see you?"

"Cuckoo (I won't meet the others.)"

After listening to it, the little mite was even more unhappy. Its identity as a human being is also one of the members who encouraged his wife, and he even sang an encouraging song to his wife!

Madam, don't you plan to see Xiaoqi?In my wife's mind, Xiaoqi is just one of the countless admirers, after that, forget it.

With a depressed stomach, the little mite didn't speak all the way.

It takes two hours for my wife to go to the meeting place, and the journey from the bus to the subway is similar to the journey to work when the little mite was still a human.

The car stopped and went, and people kept getting up and down. By the time they squeezed into the subway, thin beads of sweat had already oozed from the neck of the wife.

He shrank in the corner, took out the memo on his mobile phone and typed a few words quickly: "Is my conscience still there?"

After a while, seeing that there was no answer, I deleted it and clicked a new row: "Am I going to become a person without a conscience?"

Thinking of the appearance of the heartless wife, the little mite couldn't help laughing.

The wife said again: "Fortunately, I still have a little conscience."

The little mite hung on his wife's ear, watching him turn over the penguin friends, and when he passed by 7777777 whose face had turned gray, the little mite sighed.

The wife switched to the memo and asked it curiously: "Googoo (why sigh at others?)"

The little mite said: "This should be a very good person, but he has not been online."

Wife: "Googoo (Yeah, I kind of miss him.)"

The little mite blushed: What do you miss him?

Wife: "Googoo (I miss the color novel he wrote, I'll read a few paragraphs to you when I have time.)"

The little mite was short of breath: "No need, you will ruin your conscience."

The wife thought of something, and quickly pressed on the screen: "Googoo (oh yes, I'm going somewhere tonight, please don't follow me.)"

The little mite wanted to ask why, but it still only said "oh". After all, it is not the wife's true conscience, and if others don't want it to know, it should obey it obediently.

His wife also has her own secrets.

13. The second sip of honey water

◎Its wife, I don’t know where to go without him◎

December 8, 10:12

The subway arrived at the station, and my wife rushed out from it. This time, the destination was a barbecue restaurant.

The little mite couldn't help complaining that on such a hot day, this group of people would actually think of going to a barbecue. Sure enough, the brain circuit of the designer is different from that of ordinary people.

The barbecue restaurant is located in a small alley in the city center. My wife walked a long way and took a long time to find it.

The location is buried so deep, there are still many people lined up in front of the store.

Among them, two men stood on tiptoe in front of the shop window, one looked up, the other bowed his head in silence, with long hair and beard, floral shirt and floral shorts, and short white T-shirt with lowered head. Like a flower butterfly falling on the gardenia.

This art model must be the designer partner my wife invited.

The wife recognized them from a long distance away, went up to say hello, and then found a shaded place to sit alone.

The little mite feels that the wife outside seems to be different from the one she usually sees at home.

Just because of doubts, the wife took out her mobile phone again: "Do I still have a conscience?"

Little mite: "Yes, but your conscience is very strange, why are you an indifferent person outside."

Wife: "You are just a human being with a conscience, you don't understand social anxiety."

Of course the little mite understands, it is said on the Internet, people who are awesome on the Internet, and hide from people as soon as they come to reality.

I didn't expect the wife to be the same, so fortunately it became a little mite and became acquainted with my wife. If Xiao Qi was still in human form, maybe my wife wouldn't say a word to him for a long time.

The little mite jumped onto his wife's shoulder and patted it encouragingly: "Who is that person you want to see?"

The wife pressed on the phone: "That butterfly."

The little mite secretly had fun, and his wife also called him Huadie, and the two of them really connected with each other.

"Then you go up and talk to them a few more times, you can't really just meet them and leave."

The wife clicked on the phone: "I'm a lonely social fear, I don't know what to say."

The little mite stood up on his hips: "You take off the mask, reveal your handsome face, then walk over, and I will teach you the rest!"

Little Mite is very confident in his social skills. His job is a market, and he needs a job that can deal well with people of any personality.

He has been experienced in the workplace for many years.

So under the guidance of it, the wife forcibly wrung out a sunny smile, and rushed up with a "goo (hi.)"

But the next moment, the little mite regretted it, and he said wearily in his wife's ear, "Forget it, you'd better go back."

The wife immediately put on her mask and sat back under the tree, took out her mobile phone and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Little mite: "Maybe it's my illusion, I always feel that you are seducing others like that just now."

The wife buried her head very low in order to hold back her laughter, and the little mite muttered angrily, "Stop laughing, your conscience is telling you to be serious!"

"Goo (hi!)" said the lady suddenly, but there was no one in front of him.

The little mite was inexplicable: "What are you doing?"

The wife smiled and typed a line of words on the phone: "I will try to seduce my conscience."

The little mite scrambled into the lady's hat and swore not to come out until the party was over.

His wife is too bad, she doesn't understand anything, how can anyone seduce his conscience, if his wife knows that her conscience is a small mite, maybe she will immediately use mite-killing products, right? !

If the wife knew that the little mite used to be that little seven... the little mite trembled all over.

By the time everyone queued up to enter, an hour had passed, and a few people sat around the table, and the wife naturally chose the innermost and corner seat.

Since more than one person is joining the party for the first time, everyone will take turns introducing themselves first.

They are all leading companies from various industries, and when they are design directors or directors, they are almost all big shots.

When it was his wife's turn, he just lowered his head modestly and told everyone that he used to work in an ordinary private enterprise, but because of illness, he left after surgery last week.

For the rest, there is no further mention.

Everyone saw that he was cold and unapproachable, so they stopped asking more questions.

The rest of the little mite ate the oath before, and ran out to care and asked: "What's wrong with your body? Why do you need an operation? Are you better now?"

The wife took out her mobile phone and quietly typed a line under the table: "Doesn't conscience know what happened to me?"

The little mite had no choice but to argue: "You didn't have a conscience before, of course you didn't know."

The wife took a sip of water, erased the words on the phone, and replaced it with: "Then how did you feel before you woke up?"

"Hmm..." The little mite recalled it quite seriously. It changed from a human Xiao Qi to a mite, but the scene suddenly became larger and then the eyes went dark. It happened in an instant.

It didn't know how to describe it, so it simply said, "I don't remember."

The wife looked at the phone thoughtfully for a while, and then asked a vague question through the screen: "Do you believe I can do magic?"

The little mite chuckled: "With magic, you won't be able to dove."

Wife: "I only know one kind of magic. Maybe it's that kind of magic that awakens my conscience and chats with me."

Little mite: "..."

The wife really thinks that she is his conscience.

"Why do you always hang your head down and play with your mobile phone!" the people at the party in front shouted.

"Googoo (Oh, take care of things.)" the wife said, toasting "Butterfly" with a drink.

December 8, 10:20

It was pitch black outside the windows, and even the street lights in the stingy neighborhood were turned off.

Little mite lying on its side by the window