Meng Po’s Husband Chasing Diary

In the Yanluo Hall, Sheng Jiayan screened black and white impermanence, carrying a lantern with a slender handle, walking in the dark and dark corridor.

The faint fluorescent yellow in the lantern is the only light source in the courtyard. The color is still cloudy and dull, but now a few stars are faintly showing.

Sheng Jiayan stopped and looked closely.

At this moment, the empty and silent courtyard suddenly sounded a rustling sound.

Sheng Jiayan's auricle slightly moved.

A short time later, a yellow and white furry figure emerged from the grass not far away.

It blinked Dou's big eyes and met Sheng Jiayan's deep eyes.

Suddenly, it stood up straight, holding its two claws like an individual, shaking it up and down. Like the usual human begging, it shook his beard, his fat body shivered.

Sheng Jiayan raised his eyebrows slightly.

Hamster?

Strangely, ordinary birds and beasts will be directly thrown into the animal life after death. Such swaying spirits are rare. It seems this hamster is a leaky fish. Sheng Jiayan's fingertips gathered slightly, the courtyard was stirred by the airflow from his body, and the grass and leaves rustled.

The hamster was not afraid of Sheng Jiayan, but after begging for a long time, he found that Sheng Jiayan still had a cold face and ran to his feet. He straightened up and took out his paws and dragged his trousers.

Sheng Jiayan lowered his eyes slightly, and the hamster was trying to look at him with big bean eyes.

This kind of intimacy made Sheng Jiayan, who was selfless and iron-faced, somewhat stunned. Slowly, the condensed spell at his fingertips went out.

The leaves in the courtyard stopped shaking, and the silence was restored.

He looked at the hamster, and the hamster looked at him.

When the hamster saw him, he slammed his hands and feet and climbed up to Sheng Jiayan's upper, straightening up again: "Squeak! Squeak!"

Sheng Jiayan looked at the hamster bean-like eyes sparkling, fat and chubby body circling back and forth on his shoe, silly, silly, he couldn't help thinking of Meng Eqi.

Sheng Jiayan bent over slightly, left the hamster in his palm, and stared at him.

"What's your name?" he asked.

The hamster anxiously squeaked anxiously in his palm.

"Squeak?" Sheng Jiayan chuckled lightly. He stretched out a finger and gently stroked the hamster's back: "You shouldn't be here."

The hamster seemed to understand it. He was afraid that Sheng Jiayan would throw it out. He hugged his index finger hard, and his eyes shot firmly, as if: No matter, I will not go!

Sheng Jiayan had some intentions in mind, carrying the hamster into the house and putting it on the table, it was agreed to temporarily keep it.

But the hamster suddenly jumped from the table and ran to a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake from Huangquan Restaurant on the table. It ran to the plate and pointed at the cake excitedly.

Sheng Jiayan glanced at it and thought the hamster's action was very funny: "Eat if you want."

Which hamster sat on the plate in frustration as he hated iron.

Sheng Jiayan came and expressed interest: "Want not to eat? Then what do you want to do?"

Hearing this, the hamster stood up again, pointing hard at the plate and then to himself. Then he looked at Sheng Jiayan with a hopeful face, and his eyes looked like he asked: now I should understand!

Sheng Jiayan pondered for a while and nodded: "Your color is indeed a bit similar to the pastry."

The hamster was in a hurry and was about to perform again. Sheng Jiayan had already drawn a movable enchantment of hamsters. He patted the hamster's head: "Tonight you will sleep on the table first."

He just lay on the bed in a suit and stopped making any noise.

The hamster kicked the plate angrily, and he fell on the table in pain.

This night, he heard the sound of hamsters hitting the enchantment, but Sheng Jiayan was sleeping peacefully.