The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

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"Madison, it's me." West knocked on the door, listening to the movement inside, "I brought you some chicken soup ~"

"I'm not sick." Madison opened the door.

This is the back side of the mill, the living area, and the necessary, the largest room is the owner of the mill, Madison.

Madison glanced at the thermos that West had held in his hand, and then pouted, took it, pulled the hat and opened the door, "Come in." When you were wrong, you stared at the cat and prepared. The demon Lyon, who also came in, was shut outside.

"Nice home ~" West looked at Madison's home, and it wasn't obvious at first glance, but the specifications were quite complete. The living room, bedroom, kitchen and bathroom, and there seemed to be a small courtyard behind.

Madison went directly to the kitchen, touched a bowl, and poured the chicken soup. "Sorry yesterday ..." Madison didn't know how to describe yesterday's situation, and automatically omitted. "How did you go back later?"

"Teacher Morris took me home." West sat down on the sand and put down his bag, please don't be surprised at all-the black cat came out of the bag, "Biscuit ~ Madison's house ~ No. Come here once ~ be obedient ~ obedient ~ "

"Meow." The black cat jumped off West's leg and began to inspect.

"Hehe." West ignored it, smiling as Madison held the spoon and drank soup. "Your dog scared the cookies ~"

Madison has a dog? Do not--

"Not my dog, Lyon's." The materialized **** dog.

"Oh, it's so easy to be your employee ~ you can still have a dog ~" West watched the black cat disappear in the bedroom door. "Don't disturb Madison's things ~" is a reminder.

"Aim." Answer?

Madison pouted, "Thank you for coming to see me, I'm fine. The soup is delicious, thank you."

"I'm glad you like it ~" West waved his hands a little shyly. "I bought it at a convenience store. I'm a bad cook. I just heated it up."

This did not affect Madison's mood to drink soup, "Still, thank you."

The black cat's patrol was fast, and he got out of the bedroom again, knocking on the tail trail and walking around to the bathroom. It doesn't seem to matter.

West seemed to have nothing to do on the sand. He flipped through the paper on the coffee table and looked for the topic, "It's a pity that you didn't go yesterday. Teacher Morris said it when I accompanied the sharing group." , "'Huh, it's a pity that the guy Madison missed this thing, huh, he probably would like the stories shared by these guys'. Hehe, you know the tone of the teacher."

"Meekness?" Madison pouted and waved his hand, his heart beating a bit fast, hesitant, but irresistibly wanted to ask, "So, that sharing group yesterday ... well, what did those people say? "

"Well." West didn't seem to care much about current affairs. The newspaper was turning pages constantly, and he didn't read anything seriously. I didn't know that it wasn't the reason that today's Button News was too boring. "Mr. Morris is right. It ’s all a story about skepticism in life. ”He raised his eyebrows.“ It ’s uncomfortable to listen to. It makes people feel that there is something irresistible, and they are controlling the lives of ordinary people. ”Then there is the complete bias, in newspaper The moment the flipping stopped, "Newton's city government is out of service? Poor man."

The black cat raised his head in the bathroom, "Meow."

"Ah! Cookies!" West's eyes paused in the newspaper for a while and was immediately taken away by his pet. "What are you doing ~" hurriedly gave Madison an sorry look and quickly walked to the bathroom--

The black cat is covered with white flowers, well, short hair? Cover, the tender red tongue is still adding those white hairs.

Madison tightened his body, put down the soup bowl, and walked toward the bathroom. He looked somberly at the bathroom when West picked up the cat.

The white short hair that had been concentrated in the bathtub was messed up all over the floor.

West quickly nudged the white fur on his cookie and twisted a bunch of it, somewhat puzzled, "Madison? Is this your head?"

Madison unconsciously pulled his brim again, without answering, and some irritatedly carried the short hair that was brought out of the bathroom by the cat.

"Come on." West first raised the cat in his arms, "Bad cookies!" Put the cat on the sink, "Not ready to move, bad cookies!" Then looked at Madison in a weird way, The line of sight was a little bit wrong, because it wasn't going to Madison's eyes, but was going to be covered by the brim. "In your own home, Madison, you still have a hat."

Madison pursed his lips and didn't move.

West sighed and began to look at the bathroom.

Probably the bathroom for ordinary single men. There are no extra bottles and jars. It is worth noting that they are still placed on the edge of the bathtub. Yes, even the kind of thing that allows you to breathe the scalp completely by pushing the brain directly.

What is more noteworthy is that there is also a newly opened packaging box and instructions beside the organizer.

West looked at Madison and said, "I am not a good cook, but the hair of the biscuits is all repaired by myself ~"

"Meow."

Madison's face began to blush. The hand that rises slowly by ten degrees and then falls by five degrees is estimated to take a year to be lifted onto the hat, but this behavior can already express my heart.

West smiled and waved his hand, "Shave it and clean it up ~ stay here ~" out of the bathroom, I didn't wait for Madison to say anything, I had moved a stool back, and I was still holding a bucket in my hand. Take the plastic wrap in the kitchen, "Sit down."

Start by putting plastic wrap on Madison's shoulder, just for protection. Then pointed Madison's head to the mirror of the sink, "I'm going to take off your hat ~"

Madison looked at himself above the black cat's head, pursed his lips, and didn't want to talk.

"Meow ~"

The hat has been taken off. Have you ever seen someone stepping on a bald lawn? Well, everyone knows that when people step on a lawn, most of them still have a little bit of consciousness, that is, walking along the path that has been bald. The place is lush and green, exactly the same as Madison ’s head.

"Cookies! Don't laugh at Madison ~" West said that, covering his mouth and picking up the organ, "Sir ~ what type do you want ~"

"Hahaha, it's funny." Madison pouted, as if he had a choice now. Uncontrollable by the sight of the black cat's swaying tail, "All shaved!"

"Yes sir!" West smiled and opened the organ, which was a comfort. "Madison, your head is really round ~ should look good ~"

"Thank you." Madison took this almost sympathetic comfort.

More and more white short hair fell on the plastic wrap on the shoulder. West suddenly spoke, which had nothing to do with the situation. "I will write your story, Madison."

"what……"

The head that just tried to turn his head was held by West, "Don't move! I don't want to hurt you ~ Ha ha, don't mind, I've already opened my head ~ I'll show it to you ~ You will like it ~"

"Meow ~"

Madison looked at the black cat with his head tilted, as if he were laughing. Frightened? Yes, panic, panic with his head being mastered? No-"Please, please don't write me dead ..."

"Haha, you are so funny Madison ~ Of course not ~ You are my friend ~ Right cookies ~ Madison is our friend ~"

"Aim ~" (To be continued.)