Mi August explained gently: “I just made up a story. They can’t recover their bodies, and they have to live in the world with new identities in the future. In order for the people to recognize and accept their existence, we have to make up a new identity for them.”
After hearing this, Mi Feixue was not calm anymore.
She will spend her August writing stories for others herself!
The intense jealousy and mania that arose at that moment made Mi Feixue want to turn around and go back to the medicine field to destroy the three.
The air that was isolated from Mi August rolled and trembled invisible.
The most direct feeling of this rage is that the tiles of the house spirit’s body are shaking, and the grass in the cracks of the stone slabs is shrinking.
“I thought the baby would be interested in this.” Also better at it.
As a doctor who was used to seeing life and death, and the most written words he wrote were experimental records, which were mainly based on simplified data, Mi August could not guarantee his ability to write stories, and was already thinking about other candidates when he spoke.
The hand was pulled.
She lowered her head and saw Mi Feixue nodding vigorously and pointing at herself three times: The baby is interested! Baby can do it! Baby, write it!
Mi August was slightly surprised, not knowing the reason for Mi Feixue’s sudden strong will, but he still nodded in agreement with the child watching closely.
Then Mi Feixue went straight to the room and started creating, as if she was afraid that if she took a step too late, she would regret it, leaving Mi August to laugh or cry.
She called out to the spirit, told the spirit some key points about Spider Boy’s new identity, and asked the spirit to send a message to Feixue later.
The house spirit listened with trepidation, and after analyzing and determining that these points would not irritate the little master’s sensitive nerves, he cautiously passed on the message.
…
at night.
In front of the desk.
Mi August holds Feixue’s new work in his hand and reads it.
[Grandpa is carrying a big toad on his back and wants to feed it worms]
[Where are the bugs? I looked down and saw that it was me]
[Grandma yells for dinner, it turns out we are rice]
[It hurts, it hurts, the rice bug is screaming, the toad is laughing, the spider is biting, the rice bug is about to be eaten]
[So scared, so scared. Mi Chong is crying and his parents are running away. Why? It turns out that the rice bug has grown up]
[Don’t run, don’t run, the rice bugs are chasing you, no one wants you. When the wind comes, hug it. ]