In my previous life, I was a little mermaid who hummed a song, stepped on the tip of a knife, and turned into a pile of foam in the sunset.
In this life, I am a fox demon, and I often suspect that Meng Po soup is mixed with water, just like the flat Coke in the fried chicken restaurant I often go to. I forgot the pain of stepping on the tip of the knife and the sunset in Yugoslavia, but I did not forget the prince.
As a wild fox, my biggest hobby is, I know, you might say seducing men. No, no, no, it is very easy for me to transform into a human form in this life, and I can take all kinds of shapes at my fingertips.
But I still want to be a fox. Walk through the entire jungle under the red glow of the setting sun, go to the west hills, find a warm stone, watch the sunset, and have a good sleep.
When I was walking that day, I saw him again. He was carrying a bundle of firewood, with an upright posture and eyebrows like ink paintings. As always, he was silent and spoke little, as if he was thinking about something. He was, as always, a gentle young man.
In this life, he is a farmer
Concept: Different encounters of modern mermaids