Yokai grocery store

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, what happened to Boss Shen and his dragon, the Northern Song Ruyao talking pot in the grocery store knew nothing about it.

After watching Xiang Xiaocheng leave, it was lost for a while.It wasn't until the middle of the night that I gradually calmed down, and held a lively night talk with many antiques and cowards in the lantern.

When he was talking passionately, the door squeaked, and Mrs. Long, who hadn't seen him for a whole day, appeared in front of him holding the sleeping boss Shen.

The second half of the conversation was silently swallowed under the dangerous eyes of the boss lady.

So after that night, the Chang'an grocery store at the end of the old street once again liked to mention the big proprietress.

In this regard, the Narcissus Basin of Ru Kiln in the Northern Song Dynasty said: err.

The grocery store seemed to have regained its calm. Shen Qingzhuo didn't mention the reason why he suddenly got angry and drove away the dragon before, and the dragon didn't ask. For him, as long as he can hug the soft and sweet Shen Tiantian every day, nothing else is fine. event.

Every day, Shen Qingzhuo still opened the shop as usual, receiving all kinds of guests.Most of the guests just come to buy some small souvenirs without any special requirements.

Shen Qingzhuo didn't care either, his "wish" business was originally to receive some special people... or inhuman ones.

More than two months have passed in such a peaceful and stable manner, the tail of autumn is far away, and the air is gradually filled with the chill of winter.

This day and night, Long was sleeping soundly in his arms, and suddenly felt his arms were empty. He suddenly woke up, and touched the bed beside him sleepily. It was still warm, but there was no one there.

"Sweet?"

Long woke up a little bit, turned over and sat up, looked around, the window was half open, and gusts of cold wind came in, with some clear breath.Shen Qingzhuo was standing by the window, not knowing what to do.

Long stretched his long legs and yawned lazily: "What are you doing?"

"Fishing for snow." Shen Qingzhuo replied casually, and passed a small bamboo pole half an arm long out of the window. The small bamboo pole was half bent, and it was obvious that there was something hanging from the other end - it was a small porcelain vase the size of a palm, With its mouth open, it was tied to one end of a bamboo pole by a thin thread, wobbly.

Six finger-sized white balls nestled in a cloud, screaming "噗啦噗啦", they look like a miniature version of a snowman, one big and one small two balls stick together, snow white and snow white, Almost merged with the clouds.

These are little monsters bred by snow in a snowy day. Shen Qingzhuo coaxed them to come and help catch the snow with a ball of sweet white awns.

The bamboo pole is quite heavy for them, and they have to work together to lift the bamboo pole and put it firmly on the edge of the white clouds, like fishing.The porcelain vase tied under the small bamboo pole was whirling, and occasionally fine snow drifted into the mouth of the vase.

With a flick of Shen Qingzhuo's fingers, the white clouds carried them around, and they carried the bamboo sticks to catch the porcelain vases, collecting fresh snow for Shen Qingzhuo that hadn't touched the ground—this snow had just fallen, and it was the most precious snow that hadn't touched the mundane world .

Shen Qingzhuo looked at it for a while, then withdrew her hand, closed the window again, and returned to the bed.

After only standing by the window for a while, his coat was soaked in cold air.

As soon as she took off her coat, Shen Qingzhuo was dragged into the bed.Long pinched his cool cheeks, and complained: "What are you doing by the window in the middle of the night, it's all blown cold."

He suddenly felt something, his nostrils fluttered, and he sniffed at Shen Qingzhuo's neck, "Is it snowing?"

Long smelled the breath of snow.

Shen Qingzhuo put his cool hand on the dragon's chest. Through the thin underwear, the chest was hot and hot. He let out a "hmm", and in the next moment a certain dragon puffed out his chest shamelessly, and pulled Opening his clothes, he pressed Shen Qingzhuo's hand directly onto his chest.

"Is there anything good to touch through the clothes, if Tiantian wants to touch it, just stick it in."

Shen Qingzhuo pinched him gently - he didn't pinch, the dragon's flesh was very tight.

Long babbled for a while, and fell asleep with his arms around him again. Just before falling asleep, he made up his mind that he would pester Shen Qingzhuo to keep him from getting up in the morning—winter is coming, and the first snow fell, and it was time to stay in bed. Wouldn't it be nice to have some warm-up activities if you've had enough.

However, his abacus failed again. Before dawn, a bell rang.

The sound of jingling was not loud, a little dull, but it was lingering in the ears, making it impossible to ignore.Long opened his eyes irritably, feeling that the person in his arms was about to get up, he quickly held him down: "Ignore him."

This is the ringing of the two strings of bells attached to the gate downstairs. The bells are a bit special, not everyone can ring them. Generally, those who can ring the bells are special guests.

In other words, only guests who have a strong desire to come true in their hearts can ring the bell.

Shen Qingzhuo gently pushed away Long's hand, said in a low voice, "Go to sleep", then got up, put on his coat, tied his hair briefly, and went downstairs.

The reason why there is such a special small business as "wish" is not that Shen Qingzhuo wants any special reward, he just lives too long and has nothing to do with leisure... Generally, such guests will have stories, whether it is sad or sad. Or joy, he is willing to take a look to kill this long and endless time.

It was still dark, and the new snow in early winter had not stopped overnight, and a thin layer had accumulated on the ground.

As soon as Shen Qingzhuo opened the door, he heard a thin and messy "pu chi chi chi" sound, followed by a fat figure falling towards him uncontrollably.

—but didn't touch him, it got stuck in the doorway.

With a flick of Shen Qingzhuo's fingertips, the lamp sockets at the four corners of the courtyard lit up with light, illuminating the situation in the courtyard.

A short, squat, half-human-height snowman was stuck crookedly at the door, unable to advance or retreat.

It was really too fat, with a chubby head and a chubby body, and it was just stuck in the doorway, unable to move, and as soon as it moved, the fine snow fell off its body, so it didn't dare to move again.

Shen Qingzhuo seemed to see grievance and helplessness from its big pie face with nothing on it.

"Puff chirp pop chirp! Pop chirp pop chirp!"

Suddenly, many little snow spirits popped up one after another from the head of the little chubby snow dumpling. While yelling, they slid down like a slide on top of the little snowman's head—hey, fell on the little snowman's belly, and hey, fell to the ground.

The snow on the ground was very thin, they seemed to be in pain from falling, they stood up staggeringly, "pu chi chi po chi chi" in aggrieved way, swayed for a while, then they arched to Shen Qingzhuo's feet, and jumped vigorously.

Shen Qingzhuo looked at the little fat group at the door, sighed silently, walked over and raised his hand to pat it on the head, the little fat group only felt a gentle force sweeping its whole body, and then it broke free from the door frame. bondage.

Seeing that it finally came in, the little snow spirits cheered and scattered away from Shen Qingzhuo's feet, jumping around in the yard.They seem to like the colorful fruit trees on the side of the road, jumping vigorously at the roots of the trees, climbing up the branches one by one, and jumping lightly on its branches and leaves.

The fruit trees seemed to be tickled by them, and they couldn't stop shaking, shaking off a little snow, making a rustling sound.

The stunned little chubby group seemed to have regained consciousness and moved clumsily, as if he wanted to express something, but because he had no mouth, he couldn't speak, so it was difficult to communicate.

Shen Qingzhuo thought for a while, then stretched out his hand again, and on its face... let's call it a face, he simply drew a few strokes to describe the simple facial features.

When he withdrew his hand, the little fat group opened its mouth, held it in for a long time, and uttered a childish sentence: "Puff chirp!"

——This is obviously learned from Xiao Xuejing.This chubby guest seems to be a snowman cub.

It took a long time to invite this special guest into the house and sit down. Even the dragon who followed was impatient and went to the yard to scare the little snow spirits for fun. Only then did Shen Qingzhuo figure it out. Knowing the ins and outs, he couldn't help but sighed amusedly.

Everything has animism, and it is not a miracle that a little snowman with intelligence was born when the first snow fell. The mountains are self-sculpted, and in a trance, there are still some memories of previous lives.

The so-called past life refers to the fact that the little snowman was piled up last year and his spiritual wisdom was first opened.

In the cold winter of last year, he was still an ignorant little snowman - a passing tourist piled it up, and he muttered "It's too cold, let's go home to warm up" and left.

So at the moment when his wisdom first opened, Little Snowman heard a word, "warm".

Immediately afterwards, many tourists passed by, and the words "cold" and "warm" appeared frequently. Through their words, the little snowman blankly judged that "cold" is bad, and "warm" is what people like. .

And it belongs to "cold".

When tourists saw it standing on the side of the road, they would smile and touch its head, and then retracted their hands because of the cold.

Everyone seems to dislike the cold.The short and fat little snowman thought aggrievedly, warm—what kind of feeling is that?

The author has something to say: My relatives and friends told me to change my name to be a bit more aggressive, and I, I am also very desperate.

If one day you see strange text names... emmm.

Really, apart from the literary and artistic style of Sauvignon Blanc in Chang'an, I only have the domineering Long Ge Xiaojiaohua in my mind.

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Thanks to the cute "mathematical bastard" for throwing a landmine~ Bobobo!