overdue lover

After being unemployed, he needed to find a new job. Ji Qinglin pulled himself together and sent resumes to several advertising companies in the same city, but most of them fell silent, and no one came to contact him.

It is a lie to say that there is no sense of frustration in my heart, and the family members do not know about unemployment, and Ji Qinglin has not thought about how to explain it to them.

While his career was in a mess, his life seemed to be entering a trough.

First, the glass in the house was smashed by a tree branch, and with the hit point, several cracks spread to the surroundings, which may be broken at any time like a spider web.

Ji Qinglin felt a little heartbroken when he saw this scene early in the morning, because it is difficult for high-rises to change the glass, but this is not the worst.

The worst thing was that Ji Qinglin suddenly found a puppy vomiting continuously.

He thought it was a gastrointestinal problem, and it would be cured by taking some probiotics, but for a few days, it was in a sick state, and it was indifferent even when its name was called.

Ji Qinglin took it to the hospital, and the doctor checked it after hearing that it had been vaccinated.

The result was not ideal, the doctor said that he had canine distemper.

After looking at the puppy's breed and visually measuring its age, the doctor sighed and pulled Ji Qinglin aside.

"...It should be less than one year old. It's better to get rid of such a puppy as soon as possible."

Ji Qinglin froze for a moment, "What do you mean by disposing of...?"

The doctor explained: "You can choose Anle, or you can send it back to the place where you bought it. In short... this dog is not worth the money you paid for its treatment. Boy, you have to think carefully."

"But...it was adopted by me, I..."

"Adopted is even better!" The doctor opened his eyes wide and interrupted Ji Qinglin, "Anyway, you don't have any relationship with it, so get rid of it early and feel at ease."

Seeing Ji Qinglin's hesitation, he asked again: "There should be more than this dog in your family, right?"

Ji Qinglin nodded.

"Canine distemper is extremely contagious. If you treat it, you have to think about it." The doctor kindly reminded him, took a drink from the water glass, looked at the puppy lying limp on the examination table, and said, "And it's in this condition. , I’m not sure if it can be cured.”

Hearing this, Ji Qinglin pursed his lips, "Let me think about it."

After speaking, he picked up the puppy again with a blanket and left the pet hospital.

The second pet hospital’s statement was similar to the first one, but she did not suggest that Gu Yinmo give up the treatment of the puppy. Instead, she talked about a bunch of professional terms to explain the process of treating canine distemper, and finally persuaded Ji Qinglin to keep the puppy in the hospital. .

But the hospitalization fee is really high and unaffordable.

At this critical juncture of being unemployed and yet unable to find a job, Ji Qinglin was caught in a dilemma as to how to choose.

He had to smile awkwardly and said that he would think about it again, and went home with the puppy in his arms.

It was almost evening when I got home, and under the purple sunset, the glass in the living room that I hadn't had time to replace had a kind of broken beauty.

It's just that Ji Qinglin didn't care to appreciate it. After putting the puppy into the guest bedroom alone, he began to make food for other puppies.

With things in his mind, he almost gave the puppies the wrong food several times.

But when he saw them eating in small bites in a row, Ji Qinglin's heart was very warm. He thought that the camera equipment at hand would last for a while, and he would change it when the puppy was cured and he had more money.

While he was thinking, the doorbell rang.

Looking out from the cat's eyes, it was Luo Huan.

Ji Qinglin and Luo Huan haven't seen each other for a long time, he opened the door and asked Luo Huan what's the matter.

Luo Huan was carrying a lot of desserts in small boxes, and watched Gu Yinmo open the door, pretending to cry without tears: "Mr. Ji, you can save me..."

Ji Qinglin was already immune to her exaggerated performance, and smiled helplessly as he took the dessert from her hand.

"Mr. Floys's birthday, I thought he lost weight recently, so I might not be able to eat cake, so I bought him some desserts, but he lost his temper...I can't eat myself, so I want to ask if you have eaten ..."

Luo Huan was so wronged that he almost lost Jindoudou. Seeing this, Ji Qinglin quickly said: "No, I didn't eat, don't cry, I can help you."

Hearing that he was willing to help, Luo Huan hurriedly put all the small boxes in his hand on the coffee table, and opened them one by one, as if he was afraid that Ji Qinglin would regret it.

Maybe it was because he was suppressed for too long when he was a child, Ji Qinglin has a soft spot for all kinds of desserts with exquisite appearance and excessive sugar content. The ones that Luo Huan bought are simply targeted attacks for Ji Qinglin.

But Luo Huan was just a neighbor after all, and Ji Qinglin couldn't express how much he liked it. He first went to the kitchen to get a fork and a small plate for the two of them, and waited for Luo Huan to eat the first bite of the puff before he started on the Strawberry Daifu in front of him.

The outermost layer of strawberry Daifuku is covered with white and thin glutinous rice balls. When you bite down from the top, the first thing you touch is the soft glutinous rice dough. With the collision of your teeth, the top corner of the strawberry is squeezed out of sweet and sour juice, which fills the mouth. the entire mouth.

The light bean paste taste weakens the sourness, and the mouth is full of fresh and sweet taste.

Ji Qinglin nodded in surprise, "Not bad."

He tilted his head to look at the packaging, and asked, "Which store did you buy it from? I'll buy it if I have the chance."

Luo Huan only took a small bite of that puff, and she observed Ji Qinglin's expression the whole time. Hearing Ji Qinglin say it was delicious, there was a little difference in her eyes, and she quickly said, "Ah... this is a new one near my school. A store, I don’t know what he likes to eat, so I just bought some, there doesn’t seem to be a store name on it, next time I can help you ask?”

Ji Qinglin hummed, thought of something, and asked again: "You said today is Mr. Floys' birthday?"

Luo Huan gave him an affirmative answer, "...he doesn't like other people to celebrate his birthday, so please don't spend money on Mr. Ji, just say happy birthday to him."

"But……"

"It's nothing but," Luo Huan interrupted him, "My master has a very weird personality, and he will be unhappy if you give him something, so let him die alone."

Luo Huan said this because she was familiar with Mr. Floys, and Ji Qinglin thought that he had benefited from Mr. Floys after all, so it would be okay if he didn't express it.

He began to worry about Mr. Floys's birthday present.

He doesn't have many friends, no one celebrates his birthday, and the gifts he receives are even rarer. Ji Qinglin doesn't dare to give gifts to classmates he hasn't contacted for many years, as if he is asking for something.

But Mr. Floys was different.

Ji Qinglin has already rowed him to his friend, and he is very happy to prepare a birthday present for Mr. Floys.

"Mr. Ji, what's wrong with your window?" Luo Huan stood by the window at some point, curiously touched the crack with his fingers, and when he encountered an unusual touch, he quickly withdrew his hand and said with a dry smile, "I thought It's the decoration you posted..."

Ji Qinglin scratched his head, a little embarrassed, "I don't know what happened, maybe the glass needs to be changed, so I called the master, they said they were busy, so they dragged it on until now."

Luo Huan thought for a while, "My relatives should be able to change the glass for Mr. Ji, and he doesn't charge much. May I contact you?"

Ji Qinglin hesitated for a moment, but agreed to Luo Huan's proposal.

She took a few photos of the glass and waved her phone, "I'll contact him when I get back."

"Thank you." Ji Qinglin said sincerely.

Luo Huan looked around in the living room and was finally surrounded by puppies. She knelt down and kissed each of them, then turned to Ji Qinglin and said, "Congratulations, the puppy has finally been adopted."

Ji Qinglin froze for a moment, realized what she said, quickly waved his hands, and said with a wry smile: "It's not adopted, it's because it's sick, and I locked it in the guest bedroom."

When I opened the door, there was a listless "Black Tuanzi" nestled in the corner of the guest bedroom. When I heard someone coming, I just raised my eyes to look, and then shrank even tighter.

"It's canine distemper, and the doctor said it can't be cured..." Ji Qinglin's voice was full of tiredness, he forced a smile, and pulled Luo Huan who walked forward to check carefully, "Your house still has Coal balls, don't go over there."

Luo Huan patted Ji Qinglin's hand, signaling him to rest assured, "When I was a child, I also encountered canine distemper in my family's dog. My father cured it with local methods. If you don't mind, how about giving it to me?"

The sudden surprise made Ji Qinglin a little overwhelmed, and he couldn't help but confirm, "Can it really be treated with local methods?"

"Oh Mr. Ji, don't worry," Luo Huan smiled and patted his chest, "Leave it on me!"

After thanking Luo Huan for the dessert several times, Ji Qinglin hugged the sick puppy and handed it to her, along with the toys and small bowls that the puppy usually likes to use.

Watching Luo Huan enter, Ji Qinglin closed the door.

There were already stars outside the window, and when Ji Qinglin picked up his phone to check the time, he discovered that an email inviting him to an interview had been sent to his mailbox.

The moment Ji Qinglin saw the email, he was happy at first, but soon his passion was extinguished—it was not his ideal media company that sent the email, but a little-known small studio. Microfilm is well-known in the industry, and most of its members are students of International Communication University.

Ji Qinglin felt a little uncomfortable going to a studio where the average age of the members was a few years younger than himself for an interview.

But sometimes, he has to admit that he has failed in some areas.

He stared at the studio logo for a few seconds before finally pressing "Accept Interview."

-

Watching Luo Huan enter the door with a sick puppy in his arms, Gu Yinmo, who was sitting at the dining table with coal balls in his arms, showed a rare curiosity.

Quietly listening to Luo Huan's ins and outs and the situation of Ji Qinglin's family, Gu Yinmo signaled her to send the puppy to the utility room for isolation.

Luo Huan put the puppy in place, and turned back to Gu Yinmo, holding this note in his hand, "This is the medicine I bought for it, and I will ask someone to deliver it later."

Gu Yinmo nodded after confirming that it was correct.

"By the way, the window glass in the living room of Mr. Ji's house is broken. I said to help him find someone to change the glass." Luo Huan said while typing on the mobile phone to call the city to send it quickly.

"To what extent? Does it matter?"

Knowing that he cared about Ji Qinglin, Luo Huan deliberately said, "It seems... a bit serious, and I can't describe it, why don't you go and see for yourself?"

Gu Yinmo glanced at her and said nothing.

Luo Huan felt hairy all over his body when he saw it, and quickly explained: "I have already called people from the company's maintenance department to repair it."

Gu Yinmo moved her lips, but said nothing, but the briquettes in her arms were dishonest, trying to steal the burnt chocolate cookies on the table with her little paws.

Luo Huan took away the failed product made by the boss himself, and threatened the coal ball: "Dogs can't eat chocolate!"

"Did he say anything?" Gu Yinmo glanced at the phone, it was already nine o'clock, "Mr. Floys" still couldn't wait for a "Happy Birthday", which made Gu Yinmo not in a good mood.

Luo Huan recalled it carefully, then shook his head, "I didn't say anything special, but I think he likes it very much."

Gu Yinmo hooked the corners of his lips and hummed.

Sensing that the atmosphere was getting more relaxed, Luo Huan lowered his voice and said cautiously: "The puffs seem... a bit too sweet."

Gu Yinmo paused while holding the hand of the coal ball's little paw, "He said that?"

"No, no, I think Mr. Ji didn't say anything."

"That's not important." Gu Yinmo continued to move his hands, rubbing the hairy head of the coal ball, "It's as long as he likes it."

Luo Huan looked at the coal ball sadly, thinking that not only can single dogs not eat chocolate, but they don't even have the right to give opinions.

Briquette grunted in sympathy.

Small Theater: Insomniac Mr. Gu

Gu Yinmo suffered from insomnia.

He always felt that there was something missing around him, and when he turned on the desk lamp, the briquettes were lying on the foot of the bed, sleeping soundly, without even knowing that the lamp was turned on.

Gu Yinmo got up and got out of bed, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and went back to the room.

His eyes fell on the drawer of the bedside table, he pulled it open, and there was a key inside.

Picking up the key and looking at it under the desk lamp for a few seconds, Gu Yinmo got up and changed into a simple black hooded sweater.

Putting on the hat and walking out of the house, Gu Yinmo turned right and came to the door of Ji Qinglin's house.

The key, which was warmed by the palm, was slowly inserted into the lock hole, feeling the movement of the locks in the security door layer by layer, with a slight sound of "click", the security door was opened a gap.

I tiptoed through the porch and looked towards the living room. With the moonlight pouring down, the cracks on the glass were like ripples on the calm water surface being smashed by falling objects.

Gu Yinmo watched silently for a few seconds, then walked into the bedroom on the left.

On the bed in the bedroom, there is a small protruding figure lying on its side, which is Ji Qinglin sleeping deeply wrapped in a quilt.

No matter how hot it is, Ji Qinglin will wrap himself up in a quilt, then curl up into a ball like a baby who hasn't grown up, with his head exposed, sometimes, he even leaves only a gap for breathing.

He seemed to be afraid of something.

When Gu Yinmo asked, Ji Qinglin would give an ambiguous answer perfunctorily.

Gu Yinmo came at an unfortunate time, and could only see a vague gap in the head position.

In the dark room, he couldn't see Ji Qinglin's face clearly, so he could only lean down and kiss his forehead based on his feeling.

"Good night, Ji Qinglin."

【Speak】

ps: Lao Gu's actions are illegal!Everyone, don't study!If you like it, just say it openly.

The next chapter is probably going to make people's stomach hurt too, and I'm going to abuse Xiaoji recently

Good night in advance! ! ! !