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Passing by a supermarket on the way home, Han Zhao asked He Jing to watch the car, and went down to buy some instant noodles, a large bucket of purified water, and a pack of cat food.

When I got home, the flower cat came over, and Han Zhao added some cat food to the cat food bowl, and replaced it with clean drinking water in the water bowl.

After dealing with the cat, Han Zhao washed his hands and entered the master bedroom.After a while, he changed his clothes and came out with a handbag and some clothes in his hand.

"If you remember tomorrow, add some water to it. If the water is dirty, pour it out and replace it with fresh ones." Han Zhao folded the clothes on the sofa and put them in the travel bag one by one. "If you don't remember, forget it."

He Jing said "oh", and didn't react until he saw him go into the bathroom to get the toiletries.

"Are you going out?"

"Well, a friend is getting married tomorrow. The wedding is in Chongming. I'll be the best man."

"Oh...Chongming Island..." He Jing dragged out the ending, and then said hesitantly, "Then I live here alone?"

Han Zhao took out a bunch of keys, pulled the door keys from above and threw them to him.

He Jing was taken aback, and reached out to catch it.

"You can sleep in bed at night, and I've saved instant noodles for you—of course it's best to eat something normal."

Han Zhao originally wanted to add a sentence not to bring anyone, but looked up at He Jing, and automatically omitted it.

He didn't have much luggage, and he stuffed it all into the travel bag in a while.I put on a dust jacket on the suit and chose a warm color for the tie, presumably for celebration.

The flower cat circled around Han Zhao's feet non-stop, as if begging the owner to take it out together.

He Jing stood aside, looked at a person and a cat, and suddenly asked, "What's its name?"

"What?" Han Zhao didn't understand all of a sudden.

"Cat," He Jing added, "you don't always call it a cat, do you?"

"The name is Xiao Qiao," Han Zhao stopped his movements, "but he never admitted it, so he usually calls him casually, and he will come over when he sees someone he knows."

Hey, a cat, still can't recognize its own name?

Thinking of this, He Jing knelt down and called Xiao Qiao to the cat a few times, but the cat turned his face away and ignored him.

After finishing packing, Han Zhao saw the cat still circling around his feet, so he picked it up and handed it to He Jing.

"Don't let him follow me when I go—you're not afraid of cats, are you?"

He Jing took it and hugged it in his arms: "Don't be afraid."

Before leaving, Han Zhao walked to the window sill and stopped for a long time, looking like he wanted to pick a potted plant to take away.

He Jing hugged the cat and walked over to look at him.

"Do the flowers need watering?"

"No." After looking at it for a while, Han Zhao chose a pot of plants with lush branches and leaves that looked like a miniature tree and held them in his hand. "These are all succulent plants. They won't die if they don't water for ten and a half months."

After everything was packed, Han Zhao picked up his travel bag on one shoulder, took a suit and a flower pot in his hand, and walked out the door.

"Let's go, come back tomorrow afternoon, and I'll call you."

"Okay," He Jing nodded, "I will stay at home."

"No, tell me where you are when the time comes, and I'll pick you up." After explaining, Han Zhao closed the door.

In the winter afternoon, there is no sunshine, and the sky is so gloomy that it seems that water can be wrung out.

Han Zhao lived in an old-fashioned apartment building, and his car was parked in the open space downstairs.He went to the car and opened the rear door, threw the travel bag in, and hung the suit on the hook.

The succulents were placed on the co-pilot's seat. When he walked around to the main driver's door, he subconsciously looked up at the window on the third floor.

The window of his house was open, and He Jing was hugging the cat, standing by the window looking at him with a lonely expression.

Seeing Han Zhao looking up, He Jing squeezed a smile on his face, lifted the cat's right paw, and shook it gently towards the downstairs.

Han Zhao smiled, opened the door and got into the car.

Started the car with the key, but Han Zhao didn't drive away right away—although the temperature in winter in Shanghai is not low, it's best to warm up the car before running a long distance.

Sitting in the car, Han Zhao took out his mobile phone to check the route. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of He Jing standing by the window.

The gloomy and cold weather, He Jing with a lonely expression, and the engine with a deep voice... He is not a soft-hearted person, but at this moment, he does not know what touched his heart.

"Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang~~~"

He Jing wanted to watch the car drive away before closing the window, but at this moment, before Han Zhao left, his mobile phone on the living room dining table rang.

Turning around and putting down the cat, He Jing ran over to pick up the phone.

"Han Zhao?" While listening to the phone, He Jing walked back to the window, "Did you forget something? I'll bring it down for you."

"No, I didn't forget anything." Han Zhao paused, "Do you want to go to Chongming?"

"What?" He Jing was stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly understood what he meant, "You mean... the wedding... can you take me with you?"

"Well, it's no problem to bring a friend to play."

"Then, what about the cat?" He Jing said he was worried about the cat, but there was excitement in He Jing's voice, "Also, I don't seem to have any suitable clothes..."

"Cats don't matter. The wedding there is not particular, you can wear whatever you want."

Having said that, Han Zhao glanced upstairs and saw He Jing lying on the window sill and talking to him on the phone.

"Pack up your change of clothes and bring your toothbrush. I'll wait for you in the car."

"Okay! I'll be fast!" Before he finished speaking, He Jing disappeared by the window.

"Don't forget to close the window!" Before hanging up the phone, Han Zhao couldn't help but care.

Ten minutes later, He Jing appeared by the side of the car bouncing around.

"Throw your luggage behind, you sit in the front." Han Zhao opened the door for him, and handed him the potted plant on the co-pilot, "Would you hold the dance of Yale?"

"It's called the Dance of Gagaku?" He Jing carefully took the ceramic flower pot and put it on his lap: "Don't worry, leave it to me!"

On Friday afternoon, there were quite a lot of cars on the road.Han Zhao expected to be blocked for a while, so he went out very early.

After driving to Pudong, the road became wider and the speed finally increased.

"Have you ever been to Chongming?" Han Zhao asked casually.

He Jing shook his head: "I only know that it is the third largest island in the country."

Han Zhao smiled: "It's quite big. I was still in college when I went there last time. At that time, the Donghai Bridge hadn't been built yet, so I had to take a ferry across the city."

"Did you go to play last time?"

"Well, I went to live at my roommate's house for a few days—the guy who is getting married tomorrow," Han Zhao said with emotion, "It's been more than ten years in a flash."

He Jing blinked at him, the word "ten years" seemed a bit out of reach for him.

"By the way, this small tree is called the Dance of Yale?" He Jing didn't know how to answer the question, so he asked about the origin of the succulent plant in his hand.

"Ah."

"It's beautiful, and the name sounds good too."

He Jing looked at the plant in his hand. Its branches spread out, and each leaf was covered with light-colored brocade spots, and the leaves were decorated with bright purple.

"Very expensive, right?"

Han Zhao shook his head: "Cheap street goods are sold in the shed for five yuan a pot."

He Jing was taken aback, but he couldn't ask directly why it was so cheap as a congratulatory gift.

"It's rare that it has grown into an old pile..." Looking forward, Han Zhao added:

"No matter how inconspicuous something is, it will always be rare after ten years."

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