Mr. Long

Chapter 1

Have you ever seen a dragon?

Have you ever seen a live, panting dragon with a scaled head and two bristly horns?

Never seen it?

The matter of raising dragons in our family can be traced back to more than 300 years ago.

My dad didn't tell me what the specific situation was. Anyway, the general idea is that our ancestors accidentally learned a demon... fairy art by chance, and successfully subdued a dragon after years of hard work.

I thought about it for a long time, and felt that my ancestors signed a long-term contract with Yilong rather than my ancestors subduing a dragon.

The dragon energy protects our family and keeps our family prosperous and peaceful. In exchange, the second-ranked male in each generation of the clan is not allowed to marry, and can only serve as a dragon servant for the rest of his life.

When my dad talked about this, I found it very difficult to understand, so I asked him, "No, if you say that, shouldn't my second uncle be a bachelor? Why do I have not only my second aunt, but also three cousins?"

"Tsk, you kid is really brainless." My dad gave me a look of resentment, "Business is only when there is a deal, and if Mr. Long doesn't allow your second uncle to get married, then he will definitely not get married, but If Mr. Long allows it, then there will be no marriage."

I later found out that during the more than 300 years Mr. Long stayed in our house, there was only one servant of the dragon who never got married or had children, and that was my great-great-great-great-grandfather.

But... It is said that my great-great-great-grandfather's dream since he was a child was to become an eminent monk.

And he did.

congratulations.

Every dragon servant starts working when he reaches the age of sixteen. From this, we can see that Mr. Long is a very professional dragon, because he never employs child labor.

When I was 16 years old, I was in the second year of high school. It was the period when I was addicted to all kinds of science fiction, fantasy, fantasy and psychedelic Internet novels, so when my dad told me about Dragon Servant , My first reaction was that he must have secretly flipped through the seven novel reading apps in my phone.

The second reaction was that my dad was seriously ill.

But the facts tell me that your father is still your father, even if what he says sounds very, very, extremely ridiculous, you have to believe it.

I have to believe it.

After all, the jet-black dragon was right in front of me, looking at me like a salted fish in a vegetable market, and then said:

"Can you cook?"

I won't, thanks.

The reason why we call Mr. Long Mr. Long is because when he transformed into a human form, he looks like a dog... tall and handsome.

Not inferior to those big stars on TV.

So even though he has a big appetite, has a lot of troubles, and has a bad temper, I will bear it all.

What to do, who told us to be a senior face dog.

But when it comes to Mr. Long's big appetite, bad temper, it's really interesting to talk about.

When he was in dragon form, he could sleep without eating or drinking for several months, but as long as he changed into a human form, he would be like me and other little farts.

When I was in high school, my studies were very tight, and the school only had two days off a month.What do other people do on vacation?Eat, sleep, play games, watch anime and pick up girls.What do I do on vacation?cook cook cook cook cook.

And go to New Oriental.

Don't get me wrong, it's not the New Oriental who learns English, but the New Oriental who says "if you meet a New Oriental chef, marry her".

Mr. Long has at least six dishes and a pot of rice for each meal.The dishes have to be a combination of meat and vegetables, with onion, ginger, garlic and all kinds of spices and seasonings. But when it comes to the table, you can't let him see a green onion leaf or a peppercorn, otherwise he will definitely not eat it.The rice should not be too soft or too hard. If it is too soft, it will become a ball and the shape of the rice grains cannot be seen, or if it is too hard|chewing and tiring, then it’s over, let’s do it again.

After the meal, there should be fruit after the meal. The fruit has to be peeled, cut and placed in a small porcelain plate, and it must be accompanied by a designated brand of yogurt.I won't talk about the specific brand, it's like advertising for free.

Can light fruit be enough?Of course not, there must be some snacks.Desserts must be different every day, and they must be freshly made and baked, and the heat is the most important thing. If you burn his little biscuits and cakes, he can scold you for hours without using dirty words.

After finally solving the problem of eating, Mr. Long thought of a new way of entertainment—letting me make clothes for him.

Yes, do, clothes, clothes.

I am a big old man. I usually study hard at school, and finally I have to cook for you after the holiday. I am almost turning into smoked fish in the kitchen. You still want me to light it up. New skills for you to do handwork?

Why don't you go to heaven?

Fuck, I forgot he could fly in the first place.

It may be that my complexion is too ugly, or it may be that Mr. Long finally realized his conscience. He smiled at me and said, "Well, you don't have to do anything else, just knit me a scarf." .There are so many online tutorials, and you are so smart, you must be able to learn it in no time, right?"

It came again and again, I knew he was going to play tricks on beautiful men again.

Do you think that if you smile at me, I will agree to your unreasonable request?

Do you want to fart?

Me: ...Okay, I can weave a scarf.

Me: Just this time is not an example. Employees also have human rights. Don't go too far.

When my second uncle saw me knitting a scarf, he thought I was having sex, and the whole thing was to make the little girl happy.

"You should choose a brighter color," he said. "It's not gray. Would a girl like it?"

"This is for Mr. Long," I said, thinking about it and feeling wrong. "He didn't ask you to do this job?"

"No," the second uncle shrugged, "At that time, I basically just delivered food and drink once a month. Mr. Long was in the form of a dragon all the year round, and he was easy to serve, but he didn't really need it. I."

He's such a spoiled ass!

Unfortunately, I thought all the dragon servants were so miserable, but it turned out that it was only me!

I can be alone if I co-author it!

Me [beep beep beep beep beep beep]!

That night, full of anger, I kicked the door of Longgoushi's room open, and I wanted to ask him face to face why he played with me like this.

He seemed to have just taken a shower, and his hair was dripping wet, and it was all over the floor.He was wearing a baggy bathrobe with the neckline open from the neck to the belly button, revealing a large area of ​​rather nice-looking chest and abs.

"Why are you standing at the door?" He raised his eyebrows and looked at me with a half-smile, "Come in and tell me something."

I told myself silently: I can't be cowardly, if I do this time, it will be even more impossible to turn over in the future.

Just go in, anyway, he didn't even put on his clothes, so even if there was a real fight, I would have a better chance of winning.

What are you afraid of, just do it!

Therefore, people still need to have self-knowledge.

Two minutes later, Mr. Long grabbed my wrist and pressed me to the bed covered with super thick Simmons in the room.

There were only a few centimeters between his face and mine, and I stared at him, probably cross-eyed, as I struggled.

"You, you, you, what do you want to do?" Although my voice was a little trembling, the momentum should still be there, "Don't think that if you can't beat me, you will give in, wherever there is oppression, there will be some who will resist you understand?"

He burst out laughing, and even pinched my face provocatively, "Is the scarf finished?"

"No," I said resolutely with my neck stuck, "I won't give it to you even if it's finished, don't even think about it."

"Well, let's not talk about the scarf then," he said with a smile, "let's talk about something else."

"What are we talking about?" I shrank back on the pillow, trying to stay away from him, "What else do we have to talk about?"

"I think you're quite good."

Nonsense, I also know that I am pretty good, I am the cutest in the world, do you care?

"So I want to have a relationship with you."

Bah, talk about your mother.

...Wait, what did he just say?

My head froze for a full 5 minutes, or longer, before I finally realized what he had just said.

Then I'm all bad.

I lowered my head in disbelief, glanced at his lower abdomen, and asked tremblingly:

"So...you...you are...mother's?"

There was an eerie silence in the room.

The atmosphere is rather subtle.

Just when I wondered if I said something wrong, and was thinking about whether I should make it up a little bit, Mr. Long suddenly sank|his body pressed me tightly, and rubbed hard on the position below my waist and above my thighs.

"Did you feel it?" He gritted his teeth and asked me, "Is there anything?"

... There are two.

...older than me.

I give up.

I'm really scared.

Uncle Long is awesome.

But it's one thing to admit you're awesome, it's another thing to fall in love with you.

I took several deep breaths in a row, and then I mustered up the courage to say to him, "I'm sorry for misunderstanding your sexual...gender, but I really can't have...a relationship with you."

"Why?" Mr. Long frowned, "I don't look good?"

"……nice."

"I figure bad?"

"……it is good."

"I'm not strong enough?"

"...Qiang, you can keep our family prosperous for hundreds of years..."

"Then why don't you want to follow me?"

Seeing his cold face with a ferocious look on his face, I quickly patted his chest flatteringly, and explained:

"...Look, this is the case. Firstly, we are both male...male...male, and neither of us can have cubs. It is not suitable to be together. Secondly, are you Long, I don’t know how many years I can live, but I’m just an ordinary person, I can’t even live for 100 years, our life spans don’t match... right?”

He didn't answer, and after a long silence, he came over and kissed my face, and said in a low voice, "...I understand, I will solve these problems, don't worry."

No, what do you understand?

What do you want to solve?

What kind of heart do I put my mind on?

Did you get what I mean, big brother?

I was depressed and crazy, but I didn't dare to say more, so I could only honestly serve Mr. Long as a pillow and sleep with him in the courtyard all night.

When I woke up the next morning, Mr. Long was no longer in the room.

At first I thought he went to the bathroom, or the kitchen, but soon I found that even after searching every corner of the yard, I still couldn't find him.

He is gone.

completely disappeared.

The author says:

Sudden thoughts, if you don’t write, you won’t be happy⊙ω⊙

It's so fun not to do business properly (ω)