pick up cats

"What?" Song Limian wiped off the sweat from his forehead, sat up and sank into the pillow.

The night had already permeated the entire room, and he was struggling to shake off the aftermath of the nightmare when he heard Tong Ming's voice distorted by the communication current.

Cloudier than the day, and a little depressed.

"Song Limian?" Tong Ming said a few words slowly, seeing that Song Limian didn't respond, he asked, "Are you listening?"

Song Limian cheered up, told a little lie, said that the signal was not good just now, and apologized again.

The bedside lamp softly sprinkled on the brown temples, Song Limian looked gloomy, his back was wet and dry, he wanted to take a shower, but for the sake of politeness, he chose to listen to what Tong Ming wanted to say first.

Not long after, Tong Ming repeated, Song Limian fell silent, and asked, "Light it on?"

After getting an affirmative answer, he showed a dumbfounded expression, and said patiently: "Well, you press down the knob first, and then turn it to the left... that's right."

A light "good" was wrapped in the evening wind and scratched Song Limian's ears. He felt a little hot and loosened his pajamas with one hand.

Tong Ming was busy working for a while, and told him in frustration that it was still not possible, Song Limian sighed silently: "That's because the battery is aging. After all, there has been no one living there for half a year."

He directed Tong Ming to open the cupboard, pull out the battery from above, and reminded worriedly: "There are disposable gloves in the white and blue cabinet next door. The battery is probably leaking, so don't touch it with your hands."

Amidst the rustling noises, Song Limian was inexplicably relieved, even so relieved that he fell asleep.

However, he didn't find an excuse to hang up Tong Ming's phone, instead he explained everything in detail with a clear enough voice.

After reminding Tong Ming to buy the No. [-] battery tomorrow, Song Limian asked patiently, "Is there anything else?"

After a while, Tong Ming replied "no" slowly, and did not intend to end the call immediately.

Song Limian was not the one to take the initiative to say goodbye, so he patiently listened to the other person's steady breathing.

The old clock struck a full twelve times, Song Limian tilted his head, and was about to be overwhelmed by sleepiness.

"Good night."

"Good night." He reflexively responded to Tong Ming's words, and after a while, a beep came from the opposite side.

Song Limian threw the phone back to the bedside table, slipped into the quilt and continued to sleep naked.

He slept deeply, and the quilt only covered half of the tattoo, but the other half was not very scary.

His well-curved lips were slightly parted. He was lying on his side with his legs bent, his back bent into a spoon shape, and his arms were just big enough to fit a cat.

He tightened his arms in his sleep, but it was a pity that he caught nothing alone.

As the landlord, Song Limian dutifully solves various difficult and miscellaneous diseases for the tenant every day.

Fortunately, he didn't find it troublesome, on the contrary, he felt fulfilled. Song Limian didn't have a job, so he was willing to help others, not to mention that Tong Ming was pleasing to the eye, and it was worthwhile to watch a few more times.

However, after a long time, Song Limian began to really worry about Tong Ming.

He didn't know how little one had to care about oneself to make life so bad.

For example, at this moment, Song Limian tried to catch his breath, standing in the kitchen with a speechless expression.

Behind him is the innocent Tong Ming, in front of him is the bottom of the pot that was burnt black, the cupboard is in a mess, and there is still a dead fish lying on the ground.

"Fried fish needs to be poured with oil." Song Limian couldn't bear to look directly at the miserable condition of the salmon, raised his head slightly and sighed, "Tong Ming, before putting the fish into the pot, remember to pat the fish unconscious first. Otherwise, it's not cooking, but cooking." It's torture."

Tong Ming stood in place restrainedly, like a errant child who didn't repent very much, and nodded slowly.

Song Limian didn't have time to care whether he listened or not, rubbed his forehead, and said second best: "These are not important. The main thing is don't burn yourself."

When cleaning up the mess, Tong Ming was curiously spinning beside him.

He was wearing home clothes he bought from nowhere, the thin fabric covered most of his skin, and behind his buttocks was a small, useless tail, dangling with Tong Mingqiao's straight buttocks.

Song Limian's eyes were always attracted by it at first, but when he saw the tragic situation in the kitchen, the tail that originally aroused people's imagination became a trigger for restless time bombs.

He didn't think the kitchen would survive a second bombing.

Song Limian held the handle of the pot expressionlessly, and pushed Tong Ming with his elbow, telling him not to get too close, so as not to stain his clothes.

Tong Ming obediently moved back half a step slowly, standing still and staring at him.

Helpless, Song Limian had no choice but to clean up the countertop. In order to facilitate his activities, he took off his coat, his arms were bare, and when he wrung out the cotton handkerchief, his muscles moved more obviously.

The bulge of the tattoo on the left arm was painful, not very strong, but densely dense.

Song Limian seemed to be casual, covering it with his cold palm.

Time flies, the old housing area is small, and a little tidying up can make a lot of difference.

After the inside and outside looked brand new, Song Limian pulled the cloth on his chest and broke out in sweat. Tong Ming trotted over and handed him a new wet towel.

The two of them ordered a fried fish takeaway, and the delivery man quickly rang the doorbell. After the two of them finished their dinner in a storm, Song Limian put the plastic box in his pocket.

"Call me to cook in the future, and I'll teach you." Song Limian walked towards the entrance carrying the trash, changed his shoes, and said slowly, "Don't try it alone, it's too dangerous."

Song Limian was still worried that he was speaking bluntly, but Tong Ming didn't care that his cooking skills were belittled, so he nodded and said "yes" quite easily.

Song Limian just smiled, pushed open the door, and walked down the steps that were missing a few blocks.

Tong Ming is actually very simple.

Thinking this way, he turned around and waved goodbye, the black plastic bag in his left hand rustling.

When he walked out of the apartment building, he couldn't help standing still and looking up, and easily caught Tong Ming's back as he entered the door——

Most of the time, Tong Ming's emotions are on his face, happy, grateful, or depressed.

No matter how difficult the situation is, how many tortures fate imposes on him, Tong Ming is always simple and straightforward. He doesn't mind showing his wounds to others, and he doesn't deliberately hide his occasional clumsiness.

What's even more commendable is that he has soft ears, he can easily be satisfied, and can be coaxed very happily.

Song Limian didn't need to spend time embellishing what he said against his will. Anyway, as long as it was said by him, Tong Ming would almost believe it.

The still-warm water vapor floated in the bathroom, and under the strong light, Tong Ming was completely naked.

His skin is fair and thin, and his figure is thin. When he is naked, he does not appear sick, but reveals a kind of tenacity and distressing thinness.

He wiped the mirror surface to wipe off part of the water vapor, and his body was perfectly displayed in the fan-shaped clear mirror surface.

The bathtub was filled with water, and the petals were falling. Tong Ming squatted beside the white porcelain bathtub, his back arched into a vigilant arc, confronting the drifting water waves.

After a long time, he got up with a solemn face, and stepped into the bathtub with a generous expression on his face. The liquid raised to the temperature suitable for human beings flowed softly, wrapping his calves from all around.

Tong Ming's muscles were tense, and his hips were clamped so tightly that he stepped on the bottom of the tank with his toes curled up. Under the hypoxic and high temperature environment, his bloodless thin lips turned red, and his eyes were wet with water vapor. of.

He looked at himself in the mirror not far away. Under the extreme tension, his body functions gradually became abnormal, and the charm between his brows inevitably leaked out.

out of control.

At the same time, a meaningless grunt escaped from his throat, the sound reserved for small animals seeking to appease them.

It's a pity that the gentle palm in the fantasy did not appear.

Tong Ming suppressed the urge to rush to find something, he was good at suppressing desires, and he didn't understand what he needed at all.

He forced himself to lie alone and naked in the bathtub, closing his eyes and waiting for the bath water to cool completely.

It wasn't until the air became more humid that he woke up suddenly, gasping for air, pulling his numb lower limbs and stepping out of the bathtub.

"Wow--" His whole body was as limp as if he was stepping on cotton.

Tong Ming's curly hair was covered with drops of water, and it was as dark as a reflective jade. He walked to the hanging rail without saying a word, and wrapped his body tightly with a bath towel.

Due to the large movement of pulling the bath towel, a towel fell to the ground. Tong Ming was going to ignore it and step over, but hesitated when he was about to pull the door.

He spun around and bent down to pick up the towel.

The ground had just been cleaned by Song Limian, except for the splashed water droplets, there was no other dirty things.

Tong Ming squeezed the towel in his hands, and leaned over to sniff it.

Probably because Song Limian washed his face with it today and rubbed it back and forth three times before he was ashamed to hang the towel with Tong Ming's, so the smell of soapy water was very strong.

Tong Ming searched for a long time, and finally found the aura related to Song Limian.

Almost nothing, but enough to call Tong Ming back to reason.

Dripping water all the way to the entrance, Tong Ming stood on tiptoe, pulled out the small mirror that hadn't been seen for a long time, and called out his name seriously.

After the mirror melted, a familiar face appeared on the screen.

When Fang Zhou saw the wet Tong Ming, he was the first to startle and said, "Are you in the water?"

"No way," Tong Ming was a little annoyed, "No one will help me."

Probably because his arms were sore, Tong Ming changed his posture and put down the mirror.

"Do all human beings bathe by themselves?" He asked dissatisfied.

"It stands to reason——" Fang Zhou stroked his chin playfully, and said meaningfully, "But it's not necessarily true. You can ask your master."

Tong Ming obviously disagreed: "Don't bother him with these trivial matters."

"What?" The corners of Song Limian's lips were tense. He put the earpiece closer to his ear, and the base of his ear was pressed a little hot. "Say it again, I didn't hear clearly just now."

On the other side of the phone, Tong Mingweng repeated angrily: "Where is the bathing service?"

Song Limian thought it was not very good.

But he really wanted to be crooked, and his body was slightly numb.

"...Does it mean going to the bathhouse to take a bath?" Song Limian asked with a light cough after shaking off his messy thoughts.

Tong Ming said "Yes" hesitantly.

"There's one across the street, but the environment isn't very good." Song Limian breathed a sigh of relief and said, "If you want to go, I'll take you to find one with better service."

The tail of Song Limian's hair was half wet after taking a shower, and it was uncomfortable to hang on the back of his neck, but once the matter of drying his hair was interrupted, he didn't have much interest in continuing. He unplugged the hair dryer with one hand.

Tong Ming immediately agreed.

Song Limian endured and endured, but still couldn't help but go back to the topic, and corrected the other party with a funny face: "Tong Ming, you don't ask for a bath service when you go to the bathhouse, don't make up words. Those who don't understand think you are asking special..."

Having said that, he fell silent.

Tong Ming in the receiver overflowed with a monotone of doubt.

"It's okay." Song Limian suddenly felt embarrassed when he recalled Tong Ming's face.

Talking nasty to others is a joke, but Song Limian thought it was sexual harassment when he said it to Tong Ming.

So he raised his right shoulder and clamped the phone, took a pack of fresh cigarettes from the locker, and threw it into the pocket of the windbreaker.

When lying back on the bed, Song Limian abruptly changed the subject: "I'll take a vacation with Fat Brother in two days, and I'll take you there."