pick up cats

"Your taste is so sweet." Tong Ming huddled by the corner, his vertical pupils were full of naked greed of beasts, he stared at Mao Bohan who was trembling, and said very seriously, "He still didn't come to me today."

The purplish-red catnip shivered in the breeze, and the four-sided leaves ooze water droplets. It responded dryly with a voice inaudible to humans: "Mr. Black Cat, go and find him. If you don't go, I'm going to be pinched bald by you."

Tong Ming directly ignored the previous suggestion.

"It's okay, I have time to water it. Your year of becoming a demon is short, and you still have a chance to grow." Tong Ming's red mole at the corner of his eye was unusually gentle, coaxing softly, but his white knuckles violently pulled off a leaf.

Catnip was not spared, screamed "Ah", and then began to sob softly.

Tong Ming ignored the crying ghosts and howling wolves who were close at hand, stuck out the tip of his red tongue, and carefully rolled in the catnip leaves, his originally sharp and distant eyes were instantly shrouded in mist.

The soul instantly vacated, and the body trembled.

Not long after, Tong Ming's fine white skin turned red, the rolling frequency of his Adam's apple revealed his joy, and his thin lips that should have been bloodless were gradually stained red.

The comfort directly reaching Tianlinggai made Tong Ming temporarily forget his sorrows, he seemed to be thrown into the sky in an instant, a erosive weightlessness oozes from his bone marrow, within a few seconds, he even forgot his name.

However, happiness is always short-lived, soon Tong Ming remembered who he was, and also remembered that he hadn't seen Song Limian for nearly thirteen days.

The sweet catnip instantly turned into bitter grass, and Tong Ming's mood fell to the bottom.

The pride of cats forced him to cut off contact with Song Limian, but in fact, Tong Ming's pride was so superficial and meaningless.

These days, he even needs to search every corner to obtain sporadic comfort by bullying the catnip that became the demon queen. Tong Ming didn't have the energy to try, so he subjectively passed the verdict on himself.

He couldn't integrate into the human world without Song Limian, and he didn't want to deal with most people from the demon world, so he could only hide in a corner, being an addict who lied to himself.

Catnip was probably infected by Tong Ming's low air pressure, and he stopped crying after a while. He shook the few remaining leaves and said in a pretentious way: "It's useless. I'm catnip, not Nestlegrass."

"I'm so bored," Tong Ming lowered his eyes, as if explaining carelessly, "Monsters can't estimate their lifespan, and there's no end to being bored."

"You're not boring." Catnip stretched its stiff body along the trend of the breeze, and made a show of it, as if hoping to whet Tong Ming's appetite.

"Don't pretend to be profound." Tong Ming was not fooled.

He stood up and leaned against the wall, and after alleviating the sore muscles in his thighs, he continued: "You are the most boring monster. Plants don't have pain nerves at all. How can you cry like this after a few leaves are pinched. No harm Ashamed?"

"You have to be considerate of monsters without long legs." Catnip muttered guiltily, swaying in the wind aggrievedly.

Tong Ming was unmoved, his dark eyes stared at the empty cobblestone road, as if expecting some figure to come.

The catnip was rooted in the soil, and it was difficult to see his face when he raised his head, so he hit him untimely: "Mr. Black Cat, you are too lonely."

"...Why do you see it?" Tong Ming felt a dull pain in his heart, and then an unknown fire surged up, and he resisted the urge to stomp on the catnip.

"I read it from your shadow." Catnip, who was in the thin shadow, was triumphant, as if she didn't know that she had just brushed shoulders with death, "Never underestimate plants, the narrow vision forces us Great powers of observation."

"Lonely? Do you really think I'm a human being?" Tong Ming sneered when he was young, "How can you be so hypocritical."

Catnip, who has fought wits and courage with cats countless times, does not want to complain. Cats are the most hypocritical creatures in the world, otherwise how could they be born keen on taking drugs.

"All living beings who are unceasingly fettered have the right to be alone." Maonip read out the words she didn't know where to hear in a juvenile voice, and gave a solution slyly, "Go and contact him. Don't worry, there is no need to show you off alone, you just have to stand in front of him."

"Then?"

"If you're lucky, he will take the initiative to save you." Catnip said, "Believe me, letting him hug you will feel much better than eating catnip leaves."

The night before departure, Song Limian received a remorseful call from Tong Ming.

Tong Ming didn't give an explanation, and completely bypassed the embarrassing blankness of the previous period. Song Limian, who was in a desperate situation, naturally wouldn't take the initiative to get angry, and the past was revealed lightly and knowingly in their careful exchange of pleasantries.

Song Limian suppressed the rise of the end note, his expression was really uncontrollable, the eyes under the wet bangs were as gentle as water.

Fortunately, the two of them do not have the habit of video chatting.

Although both of them tried their best to dispel the sense of disharmony, the almost half-month blank period still restricted the topics of the two of them. Tong Ming chatted for a few words, and the words became vague.

When Song Limian was silent for a while, he asked him if he was sleepy, Tong Ming gave a slow answer in the affirmative, and then said: "See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

The communication was cut off without a second.

The temperature in the room was suitable. Song Limian was wearing a sleeveless black vest and laying on the head of the bed. In the silent room, only the sound of "beep" was very clear. After a while, he turned over and got out of bed.

Song Limian, who had to dress exquisitely even when taking out the trash, became a passerby who didn't know how to match. He randomly tore on a long-sleeved jacket, and rushed out of the house in red and green.

Taking advantage of the fact that it was not too late, he hurried to the downstairs/sporting goods store, and pointed to a double account without much choice.

The boss rarely encountered such frequent and generous customers, his eyes lit up instantly, and he began to sell recharge cards with all his strength.

Top up [-] and get [-] free, plus extra sleeping bags for couples.

In Song Limian's mind, [-] and [-] belong to the same price, and based on the value of diligence and thrift that can save a penny, Song Limian signed his name without hesitation.

Outside the glass window there are few stars, and the sports shop is brightly lit. Song Limian's clothes are weird and his hair is messy, but it still can't conceal his exquisite aura.

The only little girl left inside was wearing a uniform, standing restrained behind the cash register, glanced at it occasionally, and was fighting against the deer bumping in her chest in private.

The unlucky central air conditioner has been in disrepair for a long time, and the huge storefront is like a vessel filled with water, which is damp and dull, so there are very few customers recently, and almost no one cares about it.

However, Song Limian, whose body cells were extremely active, didn't realize his sweaty back until he paid for it.

He let out a breath, subconsciously rolled up his sleeves, and folded them in half.

The flower arms showing the social atmosphere immediately caught everyone's eyes.

The sika deer, which was jumping back and forth on the little girl's heart, crashed to death by the fence not long after.

The boss's eyes were rolling, but he stroked the almost non-existent jawline, trying to make up some more insincere excuses to coax the customers, so that this stupid rich man with a lot of money would take away the high-end outdoor equipment that no one cares about all year round .

It's a pity that the businessman's deceitfulness is no match for the phrase "life is the most important thing". Staring at the ferocious Pixiu, and then peeping at the customer's tense profile, the boss's already drenched short sleeves on the back became darker after a while, and squeezed on his cheeks The fat on the side is crumbling.

The little girl at the cash register lost all her thoughts, and only wanted to see off the customers. She quickly checked Song Limian's identity information, and didn't even bother to write down the name of this pretty customer, so she said "" alright".

Since he was in a state of excitement all night, Song Limian did not avoid the embarrassing scene of inexplicable laughter, from entering the door to paying the payment, he tried his best to suppress the curvature of the corners of his mouth, his face was full of evil spirits.

The little girl glanced, then hurriedly lowered her head, and when she was trembling to count the change, she accidentally pressed an extra digit.

"By the way," Song Limian didn't realize that the amount was wrong, took the recharge card and the money without looking at it, and then asked hesitantly, "If you want to go camping but are afraid of mosquitoes...do you have any recommended equipment?"

The boss is like a soldier who has been called by the company commander. He straightened his waist and said "yes" repeatedly.

Song Limian confusedly followed the respectful boss around the shelf, and took a bunch of things from the innermost side.

This time the boss didn't use strange excuses to sell expensive but unreal products. After all, making money is a small matter. If the elder brother's arm is bitten by a mosquito and bleeds, wouldn't the boss himself suffer from blood?

Song Limian hesitated to speak, opened and closed his lips several times but did not speak, because the boss was too attentive, he couldn't get in the conversation.

The shopping basket was instantly filled with mosquito repellent lamps, mosquito repellent liquid, and electric mosquito swatters...the prices were surprisingly cheap.

The cashier took the basket, her slender arms seemed to be shaking, Song Limian asked her if she was cold, the little girl was sweating on her chest and back, her makeup was almost gone, she said "yes" with a mournful face.

Song Limian secretly thought that girls tend to get cold easily, and they should drink more hot water, but he asked, "Why are these... so cheap?"

These words sounded like thunder to the trembling boss, he automatically imagined the elder brother's warning implication, and almost cried out in fright.

"This, this, this——" the boss Qiqi Ai said, "The purchase price of these things is low! They are not worth much! Usually they are used as gifts for events! I, I, I, I will give you all!"

After Song Limian frowned, "How can this work?" of shops.

Feeling sorry, he pushed open the glass window, stood still for two seconds, and then shot back.

Under the inexplicably horrified eyes of the shopkeeper and the cashier, he bought more inflatable sleeping pads, inflators and tent lights.

After finally waiting for Song Limian's back to go away, the boss's fat cheeks finally found their home, and he breathed a sigh of relief dripping with sweat.

"The flower-armed brother who is afraid of mosquitoes is too cute." The cashier girl murmured belatedly after the initial period of apprehension.

The boss looked at her with complicated eyes.

—Young people of today!

--Hey.

The little girl didn't notice the shopkeeper's hesitation, and she said dejectedly: "It's a pity, ordinary girls can't control it."

Song Limian woke up at dawn the next day.

He tossed and turned on the bed, unable to fall asleep at all, in order to numb the dark circles under his eyes, he forced himself to fall asleep until the alarm clock rang, and lifted the quilt in an instant.

Song Limian has long been used to going with the flow, so he hasn't tasted this kind of excitement for many years.

It's like a naive elementary school student about to go on a spring outing.

After grooming, the car drove out of the parking lot, and the signal was barely restored, and Tong Ming called.

Song Limian pursed the corners of his lips, turned on the turning lights and stopped by the side of the road, and reported his location.

Not long after, Tong Ming opened the passenger door, got in nimbly and sat down, and mumbled "Morning".

"Morning." Song Limian tilted his head and noticed that there were physiological tears flowing from the corner of Tong Ming's eyes, but the other party was dazed, and he didn't expect to wipe away the tears for a long time.

Song Limian nodded with his right index finger holding the steering wheel tightly, but he didn't make any overstepping movements, and only reminded him slowly to fasten his seat belt.

Tong Ming never knew the weather was cold or warm. He changed his clothes to short sleeves with a loose neckline just after the temperature rose two degrees yesterday. The embroidery pattern on the left chest was very handsome.

Song Limian looked at the very exotic pattern and asked him what it was.

"I don't know," Tong Ming buried his head in his eyes, and muttered, "It's a mess, like a ball of wool. I bought it quickly."

Song Limian said "Oh" with difficulty.

The cold wind in the early morning made Tong Ming goosebumps. While complaining, "It's so cold", he hugged the cute cartoon fishbone printed on the shoulder bag.

His chin was on the zipper, and when he touched it, it didn't take long to imprint it.

The skin is too tender.

Taking advantage of the lack of traffic in the early morning, Song Limian looked sideways at the other party from time to time, and the rhetoric and topics that had been planned all night suddenly became useless.

He realized that he and Tong Ming were still the same, even though they had experienced embarrassment, there was still no need for more communication when they met at this moment, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious when they were silent.

He doesn't have to mechanically apply any social templates to ease the embarrassment, and Tong Ming certainly doesn't like this either.

Thinking of this, Song Limian stretched his eyebrows, called the other party's name softly, and mentioned a few words casually.

Tong Ming obviously didn't wake up, so he did everything obediently. He leaned over and put the backpack on the floor mat, then leaned back and closed his eyes to fall asleep.

In the early morning, the sun poured in from the side and front windows of the car. After admiring Tong Ming's tall nose bridge dyed red by the light, Song Limian reached out and pulled down the sun visor for him.

"Go to sleep." The other party blankly opened his eyes and cast a soft gaze. Song Limian was as gentle as talking to a rabbit that was easily startled.