316. Extra Story "The Only Possibility (Now Turning to Spoof)" IV

"Selling ice cream, chocolate ice cream, vanilla ice cream, and smoothies of various flavors, come and have a look-"

Young plump girl wearing theme park bunny ears, holding sign written on small wooden board, smiling and touting business.

She must be a student who came to work during the summer vacation. Her brows were bright and lively, her face was red from the sun, her lips were as moist and plump as the syrupy cherries on cheesecake, and even though there were one or two pimples on her forehead, she was still Looks very pretty and cute.

A group of elementary school students wearing yellow kindergarten sun hats surrounded her, chattering like little sparrows.

"Auntie! I want a strawberry-flavored ice cream!"

"I'm here first! I want three!"

"Miss, can you let me touch your bunny ears?"

The bunny girl kept a bright smile to everyone, but Xue Meng noticed that she gave each child who called her sister a big spoonful of milky ice cream and handed it to them first. And those who called her auntie waited for a long time before they were assigned ice cream balls that were obviously smaller.

Xue Meng and Xiaozhulong stood not far away and watched, Xiaozhulong subconsciously licked his noble dragon lips: "I also want to eat ice cream, I want two balls, one matcha and one chocolate."

"Don't think about it, I won't buy it for you." Xue Meng said ruthlessly, "And this is in the game, they can't see us, and we can't eat the ice cream here, understand? "

Xiaolong rolled his eyes and tried his best to defend the dragon's prestige, which fell to the ground in front of the ice cream: "I'm just talking about it."

Xue Meng ignored it, while searching and observing in the crowd, he said: "It seems that this is a spring outing organized by the kindergarten. Find where the ink burns."

They were found quickly.

Mo Ran's family is not good, and his appearance was not outstanding when he was a child, so he didn't have any good partners. Of course he wouldn't be huddled around an ice cream truck like the rest of the kindergarten, spending enough money for a week's worth of cheap breakfast to buy that quick-melting frozen custard.

He sat alone in the shade of a tree, staring at his classmates with black eyes without blinking. Because he was greedy, he subconsciously licked his lips, and then bit back.

The action is exactly the same as the little candle dragon who wants to eat ice cream.

"...Pfft." Xue Meng endured a smile.

Xiaozhulong felt that he blushed a little, and he said angrily: "What are you laughing at? Don't laugh!"

There is no ice cream, no friends, and there are very few snacks in the bag.

He just sat alone under the tree, and at noon he ate a piece of dry bread, then dumped the scraps by the roots, and stared intently at the ants lining up to share his poor food.

"Don't rush, don't rush, everyone has a share." He muttered softly, holding his knees and looking at the ants seriously. He was probably so bored that he even gave them names.

"Liang Chaowei, if you moved this piece too big, you won't be able to lift it. Would you like to replace it with a smaller piece?"

"Guo Degang, you should be humble, that piece of bread is obviously what Lin Zhiying liked first, you can't bully the small... Oh no, you two are the same age..."

The hilarity around has nothing to do with him. Xue Meng and Xiaolong are two transparent guys sitting next to him, but it makes people feel that there are not only two invisible creatures under the tree, but three.

The other children and the teacher, they all think he doesn't exist. But the rare thing is that Mo Ran did not feel depressed or became psychologically dark because of this. He and his ant friends had a good time.

When the ink burned in kindergarten, there was a popular drama "You Are Crazy, I'm Stupid" court drama "Returning the Pig", and the little guy was obviously addicted to it, he muttered:

"Little Yanzi, don't grab something to eat with your sister. I still have bread."

"Hey, Ziwei, you're going the wrong way... The ant hole is here..."

Mostly because his concentrated appearance aroused the curiosity of others, the fattest little fat man in the kindergarten walked towards him aggressively, shaking the two balls of soft flesh on his cheeks.

Hearing that Mo Ran was guiding "Ziwei" to walk, the little fat man widened his eyes: "What are you doing? Who are you talking to?"

Mo Ran hurriedly stopped him: "Don't go further, you are going to step on my Forbidden City."

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The ink burned to show him the group of ants, and introduced them to the little fat man with a smile: "Look, this is Liang Chaowei, this is Guo Degang, this is Lin Zhiying, this is Su Youpeng, and the one with big nostrils, that is Er Kang..."

The little fat man said worriedly, "...Are you having a fever? Ants have no nostrils."

"I don't, I'm fine." Mo Ran said patiently, "Ant has nostrils, you can see it if you look at it with your heart. Also, look at the red one, it's just Lin Xinru."

The little fat man trembled: "...then who are you?"

The ink burned seriously and said firmly: "I am Huang Ama."

Xue Meng and Xiao Zhulong laughed at the side, and Xue Meng hooked the little guy with a transparent arm that could not be seen by the ink, and tears flowed out of joy: "I'm going to fall in love with this baby, waiting for work. After the end, I must go to find the ink burning in reality, and worship him hahahaha!"

Xiaozhulong also laughed and squeaked: "Then you will become a prince, the emperor's brother, hahahaha!"

It's a pity that the little fat man couldn't feel the fun of the ink burning. He regarded the ink burning as a neuropathy. After looking at others in horror, he turned around and ran away, like a small chariot with a height of only one meter and a weight of nearly eighty pounds. While running, he tripped over a stone, so he lifted his pants and continued to run wildly.

After a while, Mo Ran suddenly wanted to build a park for the ants.

Xue Meng sat next to him, watching the little guy build a bridge with a branch, use a leaf as a parasol, and even built a circle of small guardrails with stones. But he still felt that there was a fly in the ointment. He dug a small pothole that was neither too deep nor too shallow, then patted his hand, turned around and walked towards the creek deep in the woods.

"What is he doing?" Little Candle Dragon asked inexplicably while looking at the ant park built by ink burning.

Xue Meng stared at the pothole: "I think he may want to build an artificial lake for the ants."

"... Doesn't he know that water will seep into the soil?"

This time it was Xue Meng's turn to roll his eyes: "Big brother, he is only in kindergarten, and he can't be more than six years old."

One person and one dragon muttered, Xue Meng's Yuguang suddenly caught a glimpse of a child walking on the small stone road not far away. He was stunned for a moment, then turned pale in shock, and rammed Xiao Zhulong with his elbow: "Quick! Look at the time! What time, what time, what time?"

Xiao Zhulong was knocked down by him, and grinned angrily: "What are you doing?! Say something nice, don't do anything!"

"Quick, quick!" But Xue Meng's expression was the same as that of a ghost, "Quick time! ** is coming!"

"Bo...what bo..." Xiaozhulong didn't have time to send out "ss", and he choked when he looked at Xue Meng's line of sight, "Ah!! Mom!!!"

They frantically started looking for watches or other timekeeping tools on themselves.

The little candle dragon turned and screamed: "Chu nightning is really in this park?!"

"Didn't you say they are buying one get one free shampoo? What's so strange!" Xue Meng, who couldn't turn over his watch and mobile phone, was very manic.

"I take it back!" Little Candle Dragon howled, "They're not buy-one-get-one-free shampoo, they can be taken apart when they get home, they're Oreo sandwiches and biscuit slices!"

No matter what they were, when Chu Wanning in his childhood passed by the big tree, he was attracted by the branches, stones and dead leaves under the tree that were obviously fiddled with, as well as the unfinished pit.

He was stunned for a moment, and then slowly walked to the empty tree (Xue Meng and Xiaolong are not counted), the shade of the tree cast gently on his fair skin, he lowered his head and silently looked at that " Ant Park", then raised his head and looked left and right.

With no one around, this seems to be an abandoned project.

Chu nightning hesitated for a while, and then he wore his exquisite white shirt and light blue overalls, and stepped on the dirty mud pit with soft leather shoes imported from Italy. During the protest, the "architectural relics" left by the burning of the ink were played with.

"...It's over." Xue Meng said.

"It's all fucked up." Xiao Zhulong said.

"The main line of Chu nightning is about to be triggered again." They both said in unison.

Sure enough, when Mo Ran used plastic water to fill a small stream of water and came back, he was surprised to find that there was an uninvited guest next to his "park".

"You don't move!"

As a child, Chu nightning was startled, stood up, and stared at the little dirty child panting and running away with a pair of cat-like eyes.

"...I'm not..." Chu nightning was still holding a branch in one hand, a little embarrassed, he looked down at the park, and then looked up at the child in front of him, "I just..."

The little dirty boy stood in front of his ant park anxiously and nervously: "This is not illegal construction..."

Chu nightning: "..."

The little dirty boy burns: "It can't be dismantled."

Chu nightning: "...I didn't plan to dismantle it."

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"I think it looks good." Chu nightning asked tentatively, "Can I play with you?"

So the two kids played together somehow.

The wall built with stones before the ink burned was suggested to be rebuilt with small branches. They both thought it was a good idea, so Chu nightning looked for suitable branches in the fallen leaves, and the ink burned was responsible for pressing them according to the same distance into the soft soil.

Together, they rebuilt the fence, put plastic bags in the dug holes, and poured water into the stream to create an artificial lake.

Chu nightning didn't know where to pick up a few Begonia petals and floated on the "lake" surface. They even put two small ants on the petals and invited them to experience the petal boat with a faint fragrance.

When the ink burned the soil pit, the force was stronger, and the mud that was brought out splashed on the clothes that were very valuable at first glance. Chu nightning didn't care. He and this little dirty boy who met for the first time had a common hobby and aesthetics. They had a lot of fun and ignored the clothes, the mud on their hands, and the sweat on their faces.

There are only two pairs of eyes as bright as stars. There is also a dreamlike ant paradise created by two pairs of small hands.

sunset.

The children in the kindergarten are going back to the team, but Chu Wanning came with his father, and there is still enough time.

"Finish the tower for me." Mo Ran reluctantly said to his friends before running into the bus.

Chu nightning showed a smile on a small face with not many expressions. He smiled and said: "Okay. After I finish making it, I will let my father come over to take pictures."

"Show it to me next time."

"Well, I'll show it to you next time."

The ink burned for a while, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and said in shock: "Ah! I, we have been playing for so long, and I haven't asked your name yet!"

Chu nightning was also stunned for a moment, and then his eyebrows opened, and his expression became brighter: "It's really... I forgot..."

The ink burned and laughed: "I always feel that we have known each other for a long time."

Chu nightning pursed his lips and did not speak, but his eyes were smiling.

"My name is Mo Ran, and I am in middle school in the drunk fish kindergarten." Mo Ran thought about it and learned the same as in the TV series. The little adults usually stretch out their dirty hands full of mud, but they quickly retracted and put them on their clothes. After wiping it, he handed his hand to Chu nightning again. He grinned, "Nice to meet you."

Chu nightning did not dislike or hesitate, holding the mud claws that the little friend could not wipe clean, and the soft black hair swayed slightly in the wind: "Nice to meet you. My name is Chu nightning."

"...I suddenly felt that." Beside, Xiao Zhulong muttered silently, "...They are so good."

"...Don't say it." Xue Meng had a headache, "I think I was moved a little..."

Little Candle Dragon roared anxiously: "You can't be moved, you can't be brainwashed! We have to contribute to genetic engineering!"

"That's right!" Xue Meng showed the look of waking up from a dream, and said sternly, "I wrote down the time and route that Chu nightning will probably appear, and reopen this round of strategies. This time we are prepared and will be able to stop it.The trigger of the main line of Chu nightning!"