Scholar x little fox
The scholar picked up an injured little fox, took it home and took good care of it.
On the first night, the scholar dreamed that the little fox spoke: "Thank you for saving me. In return, I can help you eat a few chickens in the yard. You can't finish them anyway."
The scholar didn't take it seriously. When he woke up, he went to the village doctor to buy herbs and make soup for the little fox.
The next night, the little fox waved his paws in his dream and punched the scholar twice on the head: "No, you want, feed me something bitter!"
Scholar: "..."
After waking up this time, he stared at the little fox for a long time. The fox huddled up in his arms, looking so well-behaved and not looking like he would beat anyone up at all.
The scholar thought for a while, went out and bought a poached chicken and came back and placed it in front of the little fox.
On the third night, the fox in the dream leaned on his shoulder diligently, rubbed the scholar's cheek with its beautiful fluffy tail, and said, "That's right, Yu Lang, I will eat this again tomorrow."
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The scholar won three yuan in a row, was named on the gold list, and enjoyed unlimited glory for a while. He declined the offer of marriage from the current Holy Emperor, saying that he had already made up his mind.
After returning home, there was a person lying on the couch in the courtyard. He had black hair and pink hair and was as beautiful as a peach blossom. He was sleeping with a picture book in his arms.
Seeing him coming back, the man yawned: "What fun is there in studying? I don't think it's better for us to open a restaurant and have enough food and drinks every day."
The scholar did not refute: "What my brother said is absolutely true."
Then he brushed away the fallen flowers from his temples.
Note:
1. Don't join if you are a party control person. You will be tacitly aware of this article by reading it.
2. The year is over and the little fox is the elder brother. A sweet short story w
2025.11.13
Intention: Celebrate the New Year with joy