Cartoonist's Dream

Cambridge, England, King's University apartment, after school in the afternoon.

I didn't do anything today. Should I abort the child?

Lying flat on the big side where you can see the blue sky and blue sun, Isabel thought silently.

The ungraspable time flows through my fingers. Since the farce of winter in November, my stomach has been more than three months.

The baby should be the size of a fist in the womb, and the constipation caused by oppression of the rectum and urethra has been relieved a lot now. [

Gently stroking the belly, there was a slight fetal movement response from the hand, and I gradually became familiar with the child unconsciously. The intimacy of the mother-child conjoined body is really unforgettable.

This is a child that is connected to me by flesh and blood. It would be great if I could give birth to him (her?), as long as I can spend every day in peace, I will be satisfied.

However, no matter where she lives in seclusion, she will be found by the extremely powerful wolf of the extreme north.

Even if he gave up conception, the confinement is still his confinement, Isabel is very clear about the urine of the wolf king.

Although he had a lot of money and a lot of women, he only regarded them as bitches and would kill them if he found them pregnant.Only the "she-wolf" whom he takes a fancy to is "qualified" to help him give birth to children.

(—that self-righteous bastard.)

Cursing in the heart is also helpful.Children should not be born, and the White Wolf of Germany knows this well.It would be okay if the child's father is God, but the child's father is suspected to be his own small employer - Limu.

He is a young man who is somewhat different from ordinary people. He is good-looking, intelligent, and rich in youth.As for age... just had my 13th birthday in the Middle East last two months.

(—It seems to be a little small.)

To be honest, even the white wolf who has read the number of men and has experienced many battles.I was also gradually attracted to him inadvertently...and then fell into it hopelessly.

Isa, who has well-developed limbs and a simple mind, is actually looking forward to such a lover and husband; from a physiological point of view.If the child can inherit his father's ingenuity, he will definitely not go down the old road of guns and rain in the future.

(——Li Mu is not a cat or a dog randomly found in the bar.) With such thoughts in mind, Yisha has many things to consider.Lesser aspects, such as what kind of reputational damage the child will cause to him as a minor and unmarried father; more serious aspects, what should we do if the wolf of the extreme north is still chasing him?

Some problems cannot be solved with money and knowledge at all. The other party is a wolf hiding in the dark. Whether it is negligence or strict security, it can always break all barriers by brute force.

(...Are you going to kill the child or not?)

If you want to kill it, you must kill it before the beast finds it.Otherwise, Limu and the child will be in danger.

If it was four years ago or even three years ago, she would not have hesitated between her lover and her child. The life of a cheap lover is similar to that of grass on the side of the road.So what she has to do is to abandon her lover and go to give birth in secret, and then send the children away more strictly, never visiting them.

But the situation is different now, the child's father and the child occupy the same status, and that artistic young man really attracts her.And Isha felt very comfortable living with him.

While the German White Wolf was massaging his belly.

The person concerned returned to the apartment from school, and took off his shoes at the door as if it mattered. [

It was none other than the culprit of the prank - Wujun Muzi who was scurrying around him.The two seem to be inseparable - of course, that is unilaterally inseparable.The round-faced girl always tried her best to cuddle up to him, and when she came to the door, like a thoughtful wife, she graciously helped him take off and arrange his shoes.

Li Mu always showed reluctance.It always ends up taking four or five times longer than usual.

As if trying to get out of the shoe war, Li Mu found Yisha lying flat on her mouth, and greeted her with a smile:

"Hi Isa, we're back"

"..." The pregnant white wolf glanced at the employer through his eyes.

The ordinary and strange conversation between the two ended here.certainly.If this can even be called a conversation

For Isa, who has a tongue injury, it is not necessary that she generally cannot speak.She felt that her accent was a bit strange, like a mutilated clarinet missing the lower half of the three scales.

The broken tongue was indeed reattached at that time, but it was a little inflexible, at least Isa always thought so.Compared with other organs of the body, the tongue is completely so-called.

But now Isa is miserable and sad. She envies that other people can express strong love, and they all express themselves so recklessly.

(...Maybe this is jealousy born of love, what a strange feeling.)

Isa thought.

Among these women, Muzi is the most taboo, and she pretends to be a brown sugar from the very beginning... But thanks to her, she was able to come to him and conceived his child by mistake.

Judging from the results, he has defeated all his opponents.As soon as the children are born, they will be degraded into chickens and dogs, and then there will be an engagement banquet by boat... Ahh, with Li Mu's temperament, that's for sure.

But no, even a little bit of love could be a curse.

I can only keep a distance from him that seems far but not close, and spend every day in peace.

In my heart, I clearly feel that as long as this is enough, but sometimes I want something else...

Thoughts drift away.

……

"Isa, what do you want to eat tonight? Are you still awake?... Are you asleep?

Isa was lying on her side in a daze, and she just came back to her senses and wanted to speak, but she could only smack her lips and listen to the sound from near to far away.

(...I want to eat sour, tomato.)

(… also craving sweet ones, candied dates and cherry tomatoes.) [

just don't want to eat...

The voice in my heart cannot be heard.If Isa lost some time, the employer's old-fashioned voice came back from far and near

"Really, I don't even cover the quilt. The change of seasons in spring is not a joke. If you think you are good, you will only ask for trouble..." I only listened to him nagging, plausible, and blamed all the way.

Suddenly, there was an extra layer of large and thick towel quilt on his body.

"Well……"

... Warm, the towel and quilt that was hugged just now.Yisha pulled it up unconsciously, covering her lips, nose bridge, and earlobes, covering her leaking eyes all the way to the top of her head.

(Really, I'm becoming more and more greedy...)

"Ah...Isa, sorry for waking you up?"

"..."

Hazy eyes hidden under the quilt, tears slipped from one eye to the other

(...How many years have you shed tears? Five years? Ten years?) Isa recalled.The last time I cried was 11 years ago... the night I watched Lucy and Witt be killed.

(But...) No, not tears of pain or hate.This kind of tear has never flowed before, and its composition is far more complicated than then.

The tears at this moment are like mixed flavors.

Yisha seems to be able to see his bewildered figure through the quilt

"Sorry... sorry, I thought you were asleep..."

As a result, there was an urge to both cry and laugh in my heart.

Then he put his face on his hips and scolded

"But Yisha, I didn't mean you. If you want to sleep, go to bed. The floor near the mouth is the dirtiest..."

This time, it's a warm, sweet and sour feeling.

Immediately afterwards, he climbed his hands to his shoulders, pulling himself towards the living room like rolling a mat

"Come here, move around a couple of times, at least lie on a blanket...don't cover your head, tell me what you want to eat tonight, the three of us are 'desires', and dinner is very troublesome."

In addition to Limu and Muzi, there is a financial planner temporarily added to the apartment. She shares a bedroom with her employer without shame. It seems that Muzi is going to be occupied by a mature woman.

Now, according to the results of the lottery, this week Li Mu should prepare dinner.

"……tomato."

There was a buzzing sound in the quilt.

The round quilt is like a cocoon on a leaf, stuck to the plush carpet with cow stripes, it is not difficult to imagine what kind of lazy white worm is inside.

Fortunately, it didn't take too much effort to roll her over from the mouth, and Li Mu squatted aside to record her precious opinions

"Well, Tomato, what more do you want?"

"...bamboo shoots."

"Bamboo shoots are a side dish, tell me the name of the dish you want to eat."

Li Mu said with a look of embarrassment.

The white object in the silkworm cocoon moved, as if tilting its head, and replied after thinking:

"...Sweet and Sour Ribs."

"Well, sweet and sour pork ribs."

"... pickled cabbage fish."

"... pickled cabbage fish... kiwi fruit... cherry tomatoes... candied dates... cherries... hawthorn... Hey, Yisha, wait a minute, the following seems a bit strange, are those fruits not vegetables?"

Li Mu asked in a daze.

In his impression, Isabel didn't like to eat fruit.

... Having said that, the kiwi fruit will not bloom until next month, and it will not be harvested until October. It seems that this kind of rational demand was not raised by Yisha.

"..." Isa remained silent.

In any case, the recipes that can't be obtained even after hard thinking and meditation have been settled.It seems that Yisha also thinks that the rich variety of Chinese food is better than the monotonous barbecue.

"Sweet and sour pork ribs and fish with pickled vegetables, um, reminds me of lemon duck. Well, let's prepare these meat dishes for today, and buy whichever vegetables are cheaper." Li Mu made a decision immediately. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote, monthly pass, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users, please go to read.)