pick up cats

"Is it better?" Tong Mingchu asked from a wide distance between the two of them.

Song Limian propped up his disintegrated body, and hit the back of his head against the long gray pillow, the feeling of being softly sunk into it made him dizzy even more.

He was too dumb to be convincing, telling the other party not to worry.

Tong Ming nodded, as if he believed it.

Maybe it's because he didn't take care of it properly, but Tong Ming's hair looks softer than usual at the moment, and the sagging adds to the youthful look on his forehead. Song Limian lowered his gaze, and gradually regained his consciousness.

He wanted to ask himself why he suddenly lost his memory last night, and then remembered what he said coldly in the bathroom, his throat seemed to be blocked by jelly.

Tong Mingxing probably didn't notice Song Limian's unease, he walked over to take the towel with a calm face, and when his eyes met, he pointed to the neatly packed clothes on the wooden chair.

It wasn't until the door lock rang lightly that Song Limian withdrew his peeping gaze, stretched his arms and pulled off his short sleeves, and slowly dressed neatly amidst the fragrance of milk wafting through the room.

When he dawdled to the living room, Tong Ming was already sitting at the dining table, sipping custard buns. Three balls of fragrant glutinous white noodles were placed on an exquisite small plate, which made people move their index fingers.

Probably because he was afraid of being hot, Tong Ming ate carefully, biting the white skin with his thin lips, and when the dense and soft yellow sand stained the corners of his mouth, he frowned slightly and wiped it off with a tissue.

Song Limian pulled out the chair and sat down opposite him. The disassembled and reassembled body recovered half of its vitality. He picked up a custard bag and asked, "Did you do it?"

After asking the words, he remembered that Tong Ming was not even good at lighting a fire. Song Limian annoyed himself for being too restrained and talking nonsense, so he coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment.

Tong Ming happened to finish the last bite, licked the puddle on his fingertips, and responded unexpectedly: "Well, it's about the same."

Song Limian swallowed the white noodles, and instantly felt that the food in his hands was extremely precious. He raised his eyebrows and asked in a non-surprised way: "Really?"

"I bought the stuff from the supermarket downstairs. I just took it out of the refrigerator and thawed it in the morning." Tong Ming pulled a wet towel to wipe his hands, and said slowly, "I put it in the microwave in the end..."

He stopped for a while, raised his head and asked seriously: "So, is it the breakfast I made for you?"

Song Limian was uncomfortable being stared at by the other party, so he lowered his head and took a big bite of the custard bun. The sweet and soft feeling stimulated his taste buds, he said vaguely against his will, "Forget it."

In fact, Song Limian doesn't like sweets very much, maybe he will recite sweets every seven or eight days, and he will get bored after eating a few mouthfuls.

For some reason today, until the last bite, he was still a little unsatisfied, so he took a new one.

Out of the corner of his eye, although Tong Ming didn't smile obviously, his facial muscles revealed that he was in a good mood. Song Limian was inexplicably shaken, and a bright smile flashed in his mind.

When he tried to think deeply, his brain went blank again.

Since I asked for leave yesterday, I must obediently go to work today.

Tong Ming tidied her hair neatly, wiped off the drops of water on her chin, set up her glasses and went out with Song Limian who had been waiting patiently for a long time.

Due to the remote location, the land has not been requisitioned for urban reconstruction over the years. The residential building was originally built privately. In order to satisfy the strong desire for creativity, the owner built the building into a cylindrical shape, just like a cheap version of an ancient castle.

The two of them spiraled down the column one after the other. The stairs were narrow and steep. Song Limian walked behind Tong Ming. The dizzy sleep last night was too tormenting. Next, a fingertip was covered with white ash.

Tong Ming seemed to be worried about being late for work, so he walked very fast, and almost jumped down the stairs several times. Song Limian endured it twice, but he still couldn't help telling him to be careful when he reached the third floor.

Tong Ming was actually used to walking this way, but he still said "Oh" and slowed down.

Walking out of the unit building, the sun shines lazily on the shoulders, several elderly people on the benches in the gazebo are playing and singing with folk instruments, Song Limian walks along the most sunny avenue without greenery, and accompanies Tong Ming to the cat cafe.

Swish, not long after the fat brother opened the shutter door, he turned around and said good morning to the two of them with a little surprise.

Song Limian was inexplicably guilty, so he patted the folds of the coat he hadn't changed all night, and stepped forward to greet him casually.

Tong Ming was very comfortable, pushed open the glass door over the two of them, dutifully turned on the indoor lights, walked over and ravaged a few meowing puppet cats.

"Did you sleep at Xiaotong's place last night?" Fat Brother asked with a smile.

Seeing Song Limian nodding hesitantly, he said with emotion: "A little brother came to the store before and mentioned that he invited you to drink at home once, saying that you were so drunk that you refused to stay in the guest room, so he just called a driver..."

The speaker has no intention of the listener.

Song Limian remembered that he came out in front of Tong Ming last night, but after coming out, he had no memory of it anymore. He didn't know where Tong Ming spent the night, and he didn't know if he had a fever last night.

He got up this morning and held back for a while, but still didn't ask his doubts.

At the moment when he came out of the closet, he felt like he had unloaded his goods, but Tong Ming's attitude was not affected at all, as calm as if everything was just Song Limian's dream.

On the contrary, Song Limian became anxious, wondering if the other party really didn't mind, or if he avoided talking about it out of politeness.

Although he won't reveal his sexual orientation in a big way, he has never deliberately concealed it. Now the inexplicable timidity makes him feel very novel, but after all, his memory is missing, and his heart is always at a loss.

Now being teased kindly by the fat brother, Song Limian felt even more uncomfortable.

What he said in the bathroom last night had drained all his courage, and now he had no choice but to pretend nothing happened, and see who could afford it more.

Thinking of this, he stroked his left arm, raised the corners of his lips and said, "Don't mock me. I drank too much at the beginning, and the house cat was very clingy. Back then, he scratched the sofa to vent his anger when he didn't sleep with him. Now... "

Song Limian paused, and continued in a natural tone: "Now I'm alone. When we get together again when I have time, I will definitely go to your house to stay."

I don't know if Song Limian had an illusion, but when he said this, Tong Ming seemed to slow down his hand stroking the cat, and glanced at him.

But when Song Limian adjusted his expression and looked back, he only saw a familiar hair whirl.

He didn't look away immediately, and after a while, the docile and docile blue-eyed puppet cat put its front legs on Tong Ming's knees, leaned forward and licked Tong Ming's cheek, and meowed twice, as if trying to comfort something.

Tong Ming stretched out his white palm, and the sleeves slid down his forearm, revealing Tong Ming's thin and perfect wrist. He gently touched the puppet cat's head.

This picture is beautiful and soft, Song Limian's mouth started to sore inexplicably, and when he lowered his eyes, he didn't know which one he was jealous of.

"Mian... Brother Song," Zhou Xiao kicked the stones beside his feet, and sighed pretentiously, "You are so honest all of a sudden, don't you scare people away?"

Song Limian squatted on the side of the street with a cigarette in his mouth, his brows were full of melancholy that could not be blown away by the wind, he said vaguely: "Run away and run away."

"With his big heart, this kind of thing has to be said sooner or later." Song Limian pretended not to care, but rolled up the sleeve with his right hand irritably, and after folding it a few times, his left forearm was exposed.

"You have to pick the right time," the pebble fell into the manhole cover, Zhou Xiao jumped down the steps, shook his head and said, "In the bathroom, tsk tsk tsk. It seems like there is no silver 300 taels here."

"If you want to crooked, just crooked." The side of the band-aid stuck to the back of the hand was warped, and Song Limian pressed it for a long time irritably, but then tore it off, "You are not afraid of the shadow tilting when you are upright."

"You can't say that, I finally met someone who is right for you." Zhou Xiao muttered, seeing Song Limian stepping forward, he hurriedly followed, "Did he not avoid you recently? Maybe there is something going on!"

"...I have a lease relationship with him." Song Limian sighed, and without turning his head, he raised his hand and pushed Zhou Xiao's head, "I'm not so lacking in love, am I? Why do you want to match me all day long?"

"It doesn't matter that you have been struggling for a long time," Zhou Xiao retorted in a low voice, "I seem to like him a lot."

"I don't like it, it's just that I don't like this friend..." Hearing Zhou Xiao's disapproving sound, Song Limian took a bite of the cigarette butt, took it off and threw it into the trash can, and said tiredly, "Forget it, you say yes."

"Actually, it's not that I'm reluctant, but I just don't feel at ease." Turning a corner, Song Limian still couldn't help explaining, "His life was a mess before, but now he's getting better, I'm worried that if I don't look at him, he will return to his old self. "

Zhou Xiao also knew Song Limian's temperament of worrying about the country and the people, so he stopped teasing him.

After a short silence, Zhou Xiao called "Brother Song" and said hesitantly, "It's still the same sentence, you are too tired from living like this."

"Let's be tired if you're tired," Song Limian said indifferently, "It's so comfortable that I feel like I'm not alive."

Zhou Xiao's expression was full of disapproval, and he tried to promote hedonism. It happened that a toddler in a beige jumpsuit staggered towards him and almost fell.

Song Limian quickly reached out and gave him a hand.

The child's forehead bumped against the muscles of his forearm, and he yelled out "Aiyo".

When the child stood still and began to stare straight ahead, Song Limian wanted to say something softly, but the child suddenly burst into tears.

The mother was giggling and videotaping not far away, but upon hearing the sound, she rushed over, grabbed the child to protect her head, raised her head and stared at Song Limian warningly, her eyes were still a little scared.

Song Limian looked at her for a while, his eyes gradually turned from confusion to enlightenment, he pursed his lips, turned his head away without explaining.

When the mother took the frightened and crying child away in a hurry, Song Limian just lowered his head, put down his sleeves, and his ferocious arms were instantly covered.

Although he was used to this kind of thing, there was still a lump in his chest, and Song Limian was about to say something to ease the atmosphere, but when he turned his head, he was amused by Zhou Xiao's indignant expression.

He said softly "It's okay", Zhou Xiao was still very angry, and said: "Brother Song has such a good-looking face, how can he look like a Taoist? People nowadays can be cowardly, and their eyes are not easy to use!"

"That's right." Song Limian hid the gloom in his pupils, and joked, "Don't you usually let me show off my tattoos? I can't even scare children, so I don't have to mess around."