Kidnapping a cute little peddler

For a love idiot like Mu Feng, of course he would not explain too much, he just simply asked Mu Feng: Regarding love, do you want to understand it directly, or first understand it one-sidedly?

Mu Feng naturally looked at Fatty strangely, what was Fatty talking about?What love is not love.

"Let's be one-sided first." Mu Feng shook his head.After all, you have to start all over again, right? You have to know the ins and outs of something.

As soon as Mu Feng finished speaking, Fatty took Mu Feng to his house. He took out the campus novel he had collected for a long time and handed it to Mu Feng. Mu Feng took it and looked at it. When he saw the illustration on it, The face is a little red, a man and a woman are so close, okay?

"What is this you gave me, it won't be..."

"That's what you think." Fatty nodded solemnly.

When Mu Feng heard this, he quickly put the things in his hands on Fatty's hands, and said, "I don't want this kind of thing."

"No? Why?" Fatty stared blankly at the thing that was stuffed back in his hand.

Mu Feng looked at Fatty with a blushing face, and said falteringly, "You...how can you...how can you show me this kind of thing."

"This kind of thing?!" Fatty looked at Mu Feng strangely, what is this kind of thing called? ! "This is a good thing for me!"

The more Fatty emphasized that it was a good thing, the more Mu Feng dared not look at it, because he always felt that what Fatty showed him was something forbidden by the eighteenth century.But so what if he was banned from the eighteenth century, he is not the only little boy back then...

"I don't, I don't want it, I just don't want it anyway." Mu Feng's head shook like a rattle.

But Fatty, who wanted to increase Mu Feng’s knowledge, didn’t do it. He looked at Mu Feng and said, “Throw away those messy thoughts in your little head, what the hell! I have given you something precious, why do you dislike it!"

In the end, the book was stuffed into Mu Feng's hands.Mu Feng couldn't resist, so he could only accept it. He thought it would be fine if he accepted it, but who knew that Fatty said such a sentence: Remember to write me a review after watching it.

What? !Impressions? !

Mu Feng was completely stunned. You must know that he has never studied since he was 10 years old. The first reason is that his family has no money. He also slowly faded away.

Therefore, he doesn't know many words, and he really can't write about after-views!Is there a format for his reference?

"Big Fatty, can you not write?" Mu Feng looked at Fatty doggy.

But the fat man frowned and said, "No way!"

Two words sent Mu Feng away, and Mu Feng had no choice but to walk home resentfully.

Mu Feng has been working at home for a long time. He looked left and right, but he still only read the cover and didn't open it at all.In the end, he was heartbroken, and after reading it, he didn't care, just die!

Looking at it, although Mu Feng didn't know many words, he still knew the truth of "reading while not reading in the middle". Finally, after reading the whole book, he understood a little bit.However, there were still many things he didn't understand, so he read it again, and then found out the pen and paper that hadn't been used for a long time, and prepared to write a decent review.

As soon as I started writing, I was a little nervous. Looking at those words, I felt like I was giving birth to a baby. I was very nervous and didn't know how to deal with it.He wrote stroke by stroke, like a child in elementary school, afraid of being scolded by the teacher if he mistyped a word.As I was writing, several minutes had passed before I reached four characters. The characters were written squarely, and it seemed that Mu Feng was still working hard.

Just like this, he carefully carved the ink bit by bit on his white Migbook. After writing a page, his pen broke very weakly.

Cough cough, as for the broken issue, we have to explain it properly.Because there is only a pencil in Mufeng's house, it's normal to break it!

Mu Feng looked at the broken pencil and frowned, what should I do now, there is no pen to write at all.In the end, I decided to go to Fatty's house to look for it.

"Big Fatty, Big Fatty!" he yelled before entering the house.

"What are you doing?" Big Fatty walked out of the room, it was dark outside, and Mu Feng walked in front of him little by little from the darkness.

Fatty looked at Mu Feng anxiously, and said, "Feng Zi, why did you make yourself into such a virtuous person? Look at how fragile you are!"

"...What?" Mu Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead, and spread himself out in front of Fatty.

Big Fatty watched him wipe his sweat just now, so he nodded to express his understanding. He walked into the room, quickly took out the roll paper and handed it to Mu Feng, very boldly: "You can do as much as you want."

"...Why did you give me the roll paper?!" Mu Feng looked at Fatty and twitched his mouth.

Fatty looked at Mu Feng and said in a daze: "Aren't you hot, aren't you sweating, don't you want a roll of paper?!"

"...I want a pencil. My pencil is broken. I can't write my impressions."

"Pencil?!" Fatty's eyeballs almost fell to the ground, he is so old that he still uses a pencil to write. "Fengzi, did you make a mistake? You are 19 years old, why do you still use a pencil to write like a primary school student? Are you afraid of being laughed at when you say it?!"

"What's the joke, don't you use pencils all your life?!"

"No, no, but you should use a water-based pen!"

"I can't afford that stuff."

"I can't afford anything. It's one yuan each, and it's not expensive. You wait, I'll get it for you." Saying that, Big Fatty ran into the house, gave Mu Feng a brand new water-based pen, and Said, "Fengzi, you can keep this, don't give it to me, I have a lot of water-based pens."

"Since you don't want to take it, I will accept it." Mu Feng finally put it in his pocket without hesitation.

"You're really welcome."

"You don't even let me be polite. Why should I be polite? I'm leaving."

"Hey, it's getting so dark, what else are you going to do, you live directly at my house."

"No, I have to be able to write after-views."

When Fatty heard this, he patted his head, and said with a bit of resentment: "You fucking think I'm an elementary school teacher, and I'm urging you to hand in your homework the next day. You can write that thing anytime. You I don’t feel relieved to go back alone at such a late hour.”

"Why don't you worry, I'm already such a big man."

"...Well, it doesn't matter to you, whether you like to stay or not."

"Cut, virtue! I'm leaving."

Mu Feng turned around and left, unequivocally, he returned home with his water-based pen, the lights at home seemed not very bright, he rubbed his chin, always felt that it was time to change the lights at home.