pick up cats

Tong Ming opened the door.

Perhaps it was due to knowing that he was ill in advance, Tong Ming's pink eyes were particularly obtrusive at the moment, the thin and transparent home clothes covered him, the collarbone protruded obviously, and the slender legs only covered the base of the legs, white under the light. Such as thin wings.

It was clearly past noon, but Tong Ming's room was darker than the night, and the heavy curtains blocked all light. Song Limian raised his eyebrows in disapproval. He thought that life without light during the day was too easy to lead a decadent life, but remembering that Tong Ming was still sick Then, he stopped the urge to drag the other party to bask in the sun.

Tong Ming obviously turned on the chandelier not long ago, and at this moment, his head was slightly lowered, rubbing his eyes with one hand, and he looked like he couldn't accept the strong light.

Song Limian's eyes moved from his pale face to his thin lips, and then back to his half-closed sleepy eyes, and asked in a soft voice, "Why are you sick?"

Tong Ming's voice was dry and hoarse, and he swallowed his saliva before he could speak. He said "I have a cold", leaning against the wall and leaning back and forth. sleepy", and then yawned seriously, moved away to let Song Limian in.

Song Limian took two steps forward, closed the door and changed his shoes, he inadvertently glanced over Tong Ming's shoulder to look at the wall clock, confirming that now is the moment when the sun is at its strongest.

Tong Ming didn't seem to have the consciousness of entertaining guests. He pulled the slippers and moved to the side of the sofa for a while, pointed to the chair and said "sit", he sat cross-legged on the sofa, lifted his toes and pulled the pillow, closed his eyes and calmed down.

Song Limian was worried about Tong Ming's health, but also thankful that Tong Ming didn't bring up the news from last night. In an attitude of conciliation, he sat down next to Tong Ming. Remembering the nonsense he said last night, he cautiously moved to a safe distance.

"If you're sleepy, go to bed," Tong Ming's clean milk smell lingered, Song Limian licked his lips, and whispered, "Don't catch a cold."

He turned his head and saw Tong Ming's loosely gathered thin pajamas, and noticed that there was a cat poking out its head embroidered on the pajamas' breast pocket. The personality fits well.

The neckline was too low, and Song Limian, who was not usually rigid, suddenly felt a little concerned, and even wanted to straighten it up for him.

When he moved his fingertips slightly, he realized that it was not suitable, as if it was too ambiguous, so he had no choice but to stop the impulse.

"Not cold." He heard Tong Ming answer quickly and quietly.

At this moment, Tong Ming was raising his neck, leaning the back of his head against the back of the sofa, and his Adam's apple was clearly rolling: "I'm a little dazed after sleeping for a long time, I'll be fine later."

Song Limian didn't say anything else, he turned his head slightly, pulled the blanket on his left, and gently put it on Tong Ming's legs.

The wool was in a mess on the sofa, and there was a fluffy corner hanging down to the ground. When Song Limian pulled it, the watermelon red wool ball hiding under the blanket was exposed in sight.

Song Limian glanced at it and found it familiar, so he picked it up and took a closer look.

Tong Ming opened one eye very sleepily, and squinted over in a slow reaction. Seeing this, his eyes suddenly opened round, and his body leaned towards Song Limian.

Song Limian didn't notice Tong Ming's nervousness, he held the ball of wool to the eye-level position, made a surprised sound, and said, "I also have this at home, I used to play it for cats."

Tong Ming murmured for a while and only said "oh", and sat up nervously.

Song Limian only said that Tong Ming was sick and didn't like to talk, so he continued to find topics: "Can you knit a scarf?"

When he said this, Song Limian subconsciously stroked the torn wool, Tong Ming didn't want the other party to notice that something was wrong, and couldn't restrain his instinct to follow the movement of the wool ball, so he swallowed, his eyes flickered very slightly, and said : "Not really, just buy it for fun."

"...Why are you like a cat?" Song Limian couldn't help laughing at him.

Tong Ming forcibly pulled his gaze away, and pretended to answer casually: "Cats are treated better than me, and there are people who help buy wool balls."

Perhaps it was Song Limian's illusion, Tong Ming's tone was sour when he said this.

Is this...jealous with the cat?

"It's better to be a human being. If you want a ball of wool, just let me know. You have to guess what cats like. What if people can't guess?" Song Limian laughed, "Don't be a cat."

After hearing this, Tong Ming had a strange expression, probably a kind of awkward joy, he was silent for a while, and asked casually: "The cat has been kept for a long time, so you should be able to guess its preferences, right?"

Song Limian seemed to be avoiding the matter of raising cats, his face darkened, and he said in a flat tone, "I'm forced, if you don't guess that the sofa will suffer", he abruptly switched to the next topic.

"Then I'll mention it now, can I?" Tong Ming's tone suddenly became angry, and he turned to ask.

"What?" Song Limian didn't respond.

"Tell you what I like." Tong Ming whispered with fluttering eyelashes and lowered eyes, "In this way you can give it to me as a gift."

Perhaps it was because Tong Ming had twinkling stars in his eyes when he said this, or maybe it was because he showed rare embarrassment, Song Limian's heart skipped a beat, and he said dryly, "Okay."

When Song Limian used his imagination to fidget, his throat felt dry, and his mind was filled with romantic plots, Tong Ming said slowly, "I want ten balls of wool. Different colors."

Song Limian agreed to him amusedly, and then changed the subject with a twitch on his forehead.

Tong Ming, however, was still indulging in the joy of getting a large bundle of wool balls, as if he didn't quite believe that dreams come true, he couldn't help asking Song Limian once after chatting for a few words, "Are you really going to give it to me?", which made Song Limian dumbfounded .

Not to mention that Song Limian quickly judged that Tong Ming didn't know how to weave scarves at all. He liked wool balls because he really wanted to roll them for fun. He probably didn't even touch a needle stick.

Song Limian repented for his momentary misconceptions, and labeled Tong Ming as a "cat" in his heart, and incidentally gave him the nickname Tong Miaomiao.

Tong Ming, who tricked into a pile of wool balls, was very happy, and his facial expression became extremely soft.

"How is your body?" Song Limian looked at his face that was gradually turning red, got up and poured a glass of warm water to him, sat down and asked worriedly, "If you're sleepy, I won't bother you for now."

"No," Tong Ming hurriedly said, and then he slowed down his speech, scratching his black hair a little bored and said, "The main reason is that I smashed the refrigerator for too long last night, and my arms were sore."

Song Limian suddenly realized, and finally remembered what he had forgotten after chatting for a long time.

After he said "I'll go take a look", he stood up and walked towards the kitchen, stepped into the door, and turned his head to ask the little tail behind him: "Have you read the message sent in the morning? Is it okay to use a hair dryer?"

"I tried." Tong Ming squeezed in against Song Limian's shoulder, turned his head and argued, "There is no way, the cable is too short, and the socket is far away."

Song Limian sighed, and squatted next to the refrigerator with Tong Ming. Just as Tong Ming opened the door of the freezer, Song Limian asked him to stand behind to avoid dizziness after squatting for a long time.

The air-conditioning rushed towards his face in an instant, Tong Mingchu bent over behind him, and his shallow and hot breath sprayed on the back of Song Limian's neck.

Song Limian moved half a step away calmly.

There are three layers of drawers, and through the unremitting efforts of Tong Ming and the spatula, the top layer was pried open.

Outside the partitions on the other two floors, the ice is hard/terribly hard, and you can go inside and play Frozen in a princess costume.

Song Limian tapped with his fingers, sighed and directed the people behind him: "Turn off the power to the refrigerator."

Tong Ming squatted beside him and remained silent.

Song Limian turned his head in confusion, stared at Tong Ming's innocent expression for 2 minutes, and said clearly, "Where is the plug?"

Tong Ming pursed her lips and turned her face away, as if a little embarrassed to admit it.

Feeling amused, Song Limian closed the door, rolled up his sleeves, walked around the side of the refrigerator with his arms, and groped to pull out the plug.

Tong Ming glanced at him very seriously, with a look of sudden realization.

"...Although you are tired of hearing it, I still want to ask," Song Limian said coolly, "Tong Ming, how did you survive the previous 25 years?"

Song Limian took a wet towel soaked in hot water, put it on the first shelf and spread it flat, and straightened up.

The corners of Tong Ming's eyes were stained with physiological tears from yawning. He squatted on the spot with his knees hugged, half-emptying his eyes and waiting for the ice and snow to melt.

Song Limian was worried that he would faint if he squatted for a long time with a cold, so he gently pulled his arm, Tong Ming stood up with his strength, and fell down towards Song Limian unsteadily.

Fortunately, the momentum stopped, and there was no scene of throwing himself into the arms, and Song Limian let out a sigh of relief.

"It will be fine in a while." He said to Tong Ming who was eager to see through.

Tong Ming bent down and hammered his numb legs, jumped on the spot again, said "oh" indifferently, and continued to stare affectionately at the frozen fish in the refrigerator...as if he didn't hear it.

"Don't worry, just wait for 10 minutes." Song Limian sighed, "It won't be broken."

After thawing, he finally wiped off the ice water all over the floor with a mop and a dry towel. To prove his words, Song Limian rolled up his sleeves and made a dinner for Tong Ming.

He commanded Tong Ming, who didn't understand anything, to steam the rice, at least to prevent the tragedy of dry rice turning into porridge, and the rice cooker entered the heating state. Song Limian wiped the sweat from his forehead wearily, and comforted him: "It's okay." , the first time is always difficult."

After saying this sentence, Song Limian realized that the sentence was ambiguous, but seeing Tong Ming nodding his head as usual, Song Limian stopped his imaginative momentum.

Taking out the frozen fish stuck to Tong Ming's sight, Song Limian hesitated to let Tong Ming actually operate it, but when he turned his head, Tong Ming hid behind Song Limian, stretched his neck and stared solemnly at the flame lit by the hot pot.

Song Limian: "..."

It turned out that Tong Ming was not only unfamiliar with the ignition process, but also did not dare to approach it at all.

Song Limian pretended not to see it amusedly, knocked Tong Ming's head with the tail of his chopsticks, and said, "Stay away, be careful not to hurt you."

After thawing and drying, Song Limian patted the sides of the fish with a little dry flour, then poured oil into the wok, skillfully poured it into the fish, and kept turning the wok with the handle of the wok.

Five minutes later, he gracefully turned the dying fish over, and it took another three and a half minutes to turn off the flame.

Song Limian stood upright throughout the whole process, the clothes that fit the body line protruded the muscle contours with the movement, he rolled up the cuffs of his arms, and a ferocious but gentle Pixiu covered his forearm, matching Song Limian's serious cooking expression Unexpectedly harmonious.

At first, Tong Ming stared at the fish in the pot that was gradually turning golden, but at some point, his eyes gradually shifted to Song Limian himself.

Song Limian maintained a posture of ease, just to get the praise of the little tail behind him who kept swallowing saliva.

He glanced back a few times, and Tong Ming turned around, hesitantly wanting to get closer but worried that the splashed hot oil would hurt him, which made Song Limian just want to laugh, and almost got splashed by the hot oil.

Finally, he poured the fried golden fish into the delicate dish he had prepared, nudged Tong Ming with his elbow, and said, "Take it out, little greedy cat."

Tong Ming naturally accepted this old-fashioned title, happily picked up a plate of fried fish and hurried out of the kitchen, seeming to be humming a song with a strange tune in a low voice.

Song Limian shook his head and took out two bowls for rice.

After feeding Tong Ming who was in low spirits and satisfying his hunger, Song Limian wiped the corners of his mouth contentedly, deliberately teasing Tong Ming, and asked him if he wanted to do the dishes.

——After all, the person opposite was still brooding about breaking three flower bowls not long ago.

The result was beyond Song Limian's expectation. Perhaps it was the dinner that perfectly comforted Tong Ming's taste buds. He actually responded very readily, got up and picked up a stack of bowls, and walked to the kitchen impatiently.

Song Limian sat on the seat, squinting his eyes and looking at Tong Ming's back, the corners of his lips slightly raised.

Inexplicably, he seems to have fallen into a dream about "home".

In the dream, there was someone who made Song Limian willing to cook, three meals that were pleasant enough to empty his mind, and the ease of not having to deal with oil.

Clap—crack——

Until there was a crisp and continuous sound of breaking the porcelain bowl, Song Limian reacted for two seconds, stood up with a throbbing pain in his forehead, and completely woke up from the dream.