pick up cats

Tong Ming turned around to look, his eyes were obscured behind the lens.

Song Limian stood a foot away from Tong Ming, standing casually until the smell of smoke dissipated from his fingertips before he organized his words.

"I have a suite outside the third ring road," Song Limian said gently, "The house type is good, but the location is remote and the traffic is not very convenient."

He paused, and said, "You haven't found a job yet, so the address shouldn't have much impact."

"There is a cat cafe opened by my friend within 400 meters of the community. The recruitment notice hasn't been posted yet. If you are willing," Song Limian looked at Tong Ming's expression and explained as calmly as possible, "You can try it."

In order not to be rejected directly, his tone seemed to be negotiating a deal, rather than unilateral charity.

Tong Ming stood in front of the zebra crossing, looking blankly at Song Limian, the sunlight slanted down, and the reflective lenses temporarily covered his eyes.

Song Limian moved closer.

"The cat cafe is positioned as a mid- to high-end shop, and the salary is quite good." Seeing that the other party didn't intend to ask, he continued, "I'm in charge of referrals. Whether you are qualified for this job depends on the boss's opinion."

A bicycle rode up from the non-motorized lane, and before the bell rang, Song Limian stretched out his arms and dragged Tong Ming away from the spot.

The other party was caught off guard by being dragged, staggering a little awkwardly, Song Limian subconsciously tightened his five fingers to prevent Tong Ming from falling.

The wrist is too thin, he couldn't help thinking.

After Tong Ming stood still, Song Limian let go of his hand very naturally, and looked at him gently, his tiger's mouth still felt numb with the feeling of being pierced by bones.

Tong Ming's appearance was too cheating, even his murmured appearance could soften people's hearts. Song Limian's eyes slowed down by seven points, and he changed his business tone.

In view of Song Limian's comprehensive explanation, Tong Ming had no choice but to express his kindness immediately, so he asked later: "Those people..."

The green light entered the countdown, Song Limian didn't want to wait for the red light again, so he put his arms around Tong Ming's shoulder who hadn't moved, and urged him to move forward.

"Afraid they will catch up and make trouble?" After walking through the yellow double solid lines, Song Limian slowed down following Tong Ming's pace, and his arms tightened, "How much do I have to pay this month? I'll lend you."

Tong Ming subconsciously declined.

The two of them stepped on the sidewalk and passed the fork in the road. Song Limian recalled for two seconds and chose the road on the left.

The green coverage of the city is getting wider and wider, and the once desolate trails are now covered with shade. It is the time when the sun is at its peak, and the light divides Tong Ming's face from dark to bright.

Song Limian withdrew his arm in a regular manner, secretly spying on Tong Ming's troubled expression.

Tong Ming said in an unsteady tone, "How can this be done?" and didn't speak again, as if worried that Song Limian would think he didn't appreciate it.

He didn't care about the destination, he just subconsciously followed Song Limian forward, and the two of them were shoulder to shoulder, seeming to be intimate.

Song Limian didn't come to this section of the road very often. The shops on both sides of the street changed hands a few times, and there was a strange atmosphere everywhere. Song Limian buried himself in the navigation and typed two words in the search bar.

Tong Ming should still be speaking, but at this moment, his slender eyebrows were wrinkled, and his steps slowed down for a few seconds. Song Limian had to press his fingertips against his thin back and walk forward slowly.

"What if I'm a liar?" Tong Ming obliquely said some words of refusal, then suddenly pursed his lips and asked.

"What are you lying about? Money?" Song Limian smiled, took back his phone and said, "It's okay, I have quite a lot of money."

Song Limian was not talking big, but was explaining the facts.

He inherited a huge amount of family property back then, and after excluding the investment and donations, the remaining money for squandering only accounted for a very small proportion, but it was enough for other purposes.

He has invested in many stores, and the income is generally good.

Song Limian's success is not due to his business acumen, but his eyes that can see people and his heart that does not insist on results.

Tong Mingbo opened and closed his lips for a long time but couldn't hold back any words, so he hung his head in frustration.

"I guessed wrong?" Song Limian teased his mind, and asked in a low voice, "Cheating people is nothing more than cheating money and sex, which one are you?"

The two were very close, and Song Limian was slightly higher than the other. At this moment, he lowered his head slightly, his scorching breath was flowing on Tong Ming's neck, and his curled hair was twitching.

Tong Ming patted his neck uncomfortably, like an aphasic patient with a bewildered expression, not daring to raise his eyelids to meet Song Limian's gaze.

Song Limian realized that his words and deeds were a bit out of line, so he took a half step back politely.

"I'm just kidding." He changed his serious tone and said, "Don't worry about taking advantage of me, the interest will be based on the bank's interest rate. If you don't have enough credit score, regular institutions shouldn't be able to get you a loan, right?"

Tong Ming acquiesced.

"It doesn't matter where the money is. I have confidence in my eyesight." Song Limian pushed open the glass door of the small clinic and said with a smile, "You just need to consider whether it's worth it or not."

Tong Ming was pinned on the white chair, with his back straight against the back of the chair, like a cautious elementary school student.

The doctor picked up his deep black bangs and fixed them with small steel clips. Tong Ming struggled slightly because he was not used to the feeling of empty forehead.

"Don't move." Song Limian patted his shoulder with one hand and said softly.

The clinic is small in scale, with complete facilities, and the smell of disinfectant irritates the nasal cavity. This doctor may have been in a pediatric hospital, and when he used a cotton swab to remove the blood stains on the edge of the wound for Tong Ming, he always coaxed Tong Ming to be good.

Tong Ming might be really afraid of pain, the doctor's tone of voice coaxing the child didn't help much, when Song Limian took out his phone, he could hear a faint sound of breathing, and there was a less obvious struggle under his palm.

Song Limian replied "Thank you" with one hand, opened the mobile banking software, and pasted the copied number into it.

"Okay." The doctor put down the rest of the gauze and said with a smile after treating the forehead wound.

As soon as the little green tick that successfully transferred the money appeared on the screen, Song Limian sensed the momentum of the other party's standing up in the palm of his hand, so he put away the phone and leaned slightly towards Tong Ming.

Not long after, Tong Ming's slender elbow was caught in his tiger's mouth, and he carefully rolled up his cuff, revealing the scratch on his forearm.

"Wait a little longer." Song Limian said in a calm tone, Tong Ming pursed her thin lips, with a reluctant expression on her face, but she didn't struggle.

The doctor turned around, unscrewed the cap of the hydrogen peroxide bottle again, poked a medical cotton swab in and rolled around, Song Limian went straight back to his body, and accidentally rubbed his face against Tong Ming's hair.

He smelled the aroma of chocolate-flavored shampoo, a sweetness that wasn't greasy.

When Tong Ming's stiff muscles returned to normal, Song Limian just received the news, so he let go of the obvious bony shoulder.

A piece of gauze was wrapped around Tong Ming's forehead, he raised his head, his eyes stared up at the white patch, he swung his arms a few times, trying to remove the steel clip.

Song Limian raised his eyelids to remind him several times, but Tong Ming still didn't give up. Later, Song Limian could only restrain his wrist, and asked helplessly, "Why are you acting like a child?"

Tong Ming's eyes were full of rejection of this outfit, and he didn't speak up.

When Song Limian was talking to him, his gaze inevitably fell to his full forehead. Due to the lack of bangs, Tong Mingping's straight and thin eyebrows were particularly eye-catching.

Although Tong Ming looks strange, he is also full of heroism, so he won't show a sense of femininity.

"Looking good." Song Limian mouth-shaped, three-point coaxing seven-point praise him sincerely, Tong Ming and him looked at each other for a few seconds, blinked, and finally put his palm back on his knee obediently.

The doctor didn't notice the small movements of the two of them, and he babbled while collecting the tools. He especially told Tong Ming not to get water on the wound, and just wipe his face with a handkerchief recently.

Tong Ming didn't like to talk, so he just nodded slightly. Song Limian found out that the doctor didn't see him, so he agreed for him.

In the end, Song Limian also bought two scar removal creams that were not cost-effective, scanned the QR code to pay, and stuffed them into Tong Ming's hands.

In fact, Tong Ming's wound was not serious, and after two days, once his bangs were covered, he probably wouldn't be able to see it. However, Song Limian had finally met a face he liked, even if he had nothing to do with him, he didn't really want to see this scar on his face.

After leaving the small clinic, the setting sun is approaching, the city is shrouded in thin clouds all year round, the sky is light red and faintly grey, Song Limian leads Tong Ming, who doesn't care about the finish line at all, and walks slowly along the avenue with the best light.

Tong Ming held the white ointment in his hand and played with it for a long time, and almost fell down because he was reading the instructions. Song Limian had no choice but to take the treasure from his hand, saying that he would return it to him later.

Tong Ming's body language was rather reluctance, his eyes followed Song Limian's right hand into his pocket, and then he retracted it pretending nothing happened.

Song Limian called up the text message and showed the other party the message he received in the small clinic. The sender was Zhou Xiao.

Before entering the clinic, he chatted with Zhou Xiao by text message for a while, told him to deal with the people from the small loan company, and asked Tong Ming for his contact information.

Not long after, the full discount amount, the repayment period and the bank card account number of the small loan company were sent from the other side.

Considering the daily limit of mobile banking, Song Limian sent two sums of money.

Song Limian said lightly, Tong Ming's expression was a little dazed, as if he couldn't calm down for a while, and he didn't believe that the years of suffering would suddenly be resolved.

"Add a contact information, I'll transfer the bank card account number to you." Song Limian didn't give the people around him a chance to be polite, and changed the subject, "I'll repay the money for you, and you will calculate the interest later, and call when the economy improves. I."

Song Limian's tone seemed to be talking about the weather, Tong Ming couldn't be polite, so he said "yes" obediently and authentically.

After exchanging phone numbers, Tong Ming took back the old-fashioned mobile phone, and when he rubbed his eyes, the back of his hand was full of blue veins, and the chaotic blue color was particularly prominent on the white to transparent skin.

Song Limian wasn't sure if he made someone cry, so he walked slowly without looking sideways, but he was still paying attention from the corner of his eye.

When Tong Ming took off his gold-rimmed glasses to reveal his three-dimensional facial features, Song Limian was not sure if Tong Ming was really crying because it was inconvenient for him to take a closer look, or if he just took it for granted and had an illusion.

Song Limian touched his pocket hesitantly, remembering that the package of paper he had brought out had already been handed over to the other party, wondering if Tong Ming had used it up.

When Tong Ming's mood eased, the two of them chatted one after another about the topic of clear soup and little water. Tong Ming was in a normal mood and didn't cry much, but the volume was lighter than before.

Song Limian originally wanted to go for a walk and show Tong Ming the way, but today's weather is extremely hot, and after walking for a long time, his back began to ooze thin sweat. Song Limian was worried that it would be detrimental to Tong Ming's wound recovery, so he took a taxi to the third ring road outside.

Not long after the last tenant moved out, Song Limian was lazy and hadn't contacted the agent yet, only looking for a housekeeping company to tidy up the old house.

He unlocked it and showed Tong Ming around the room.

There was a woody smell of old furniture in the air, but it wasn't unpleasant. Tong Ming followed Song Limian and walked slowly, without spending any time looking at it or thinking about it. Finally, he leaned on the door frame and asked Song Limian how long it would take to sign the agreement.

Compared with other rental houses in the old area, this house is not bad, but if compared with Song Limian's current residence, it is much inferior.

Song Limian looked at the light in Tong Ming's pupils, and suspected that Tong Ming hadn't lived in any decent place these years, so he could be a treasure wherever he saw.