Snake, Mine!

Three-year-old Xu Jiaojiao was lost. My parents had just left, and before my aunt Xu Nuo had time to recover from her grief, her only relative disappeared right before her eyes. The supermodel aunt was looking for her like crazy. The police watched the beauty running back and forth in tears, but in the blind spot of the surveillance camera, the little pink mushroom had long chased the butterfly into the grass. Yan Mo was annoyed to death. The anaconda in the molting stage was already feeling uncomfortable, but it happened to be attacked by a crazy human cub as a "dinosaur". Biting his tail, lifting his scales, and being drooled all over his body—how could a two-hundred-year-old snake boy (who was ten years old) have ever suffered such injustice? But when those round eyes were filled with tears, he unexpectedly lowered his head and brought the softest new scales to her hands. From then on, the aloof Snake Master became an exclusive pillow, a mobile cradle, and a walking fruit skin. Jiaojiao said: "Snake, mine!" Yan Mo wanted to deny it, but the tip of his tail curled up honestly. On the day when my aunt came to pick her up, Shen Yanzhou happened to come to visit. The centuries-old plum tree spoke unfavorably for the first time, and the tips of its ears were so red that Song Tan almost took a photo with her cell phone. But Jiaojiao held Yan Mo, who had grown 30 centimeters tall, and refused to let go - "Snake, come with me!" Xu Nuo looked at the little black snake in her daughter's (crossed out) niece's arms, and then looked at the man at the door carrying the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, who was as nervous as a young boy, and suddenly felt—— Autumn seems to have just begun.