be your cat

The bedroom was quiet, and the bedside lamp wasn't too bright. Zhao Yan, who was leaning on the bedside to look at the phone, felt that it was a bit dark, so he turned the light on the phone brighter.

Shu Yi was held in his arms, with Zhao Yan's slender and strong hands on his soft stomach.

Shu Yi was speechless.

Zhao Yan said that they were sleeping together, which made him nervous for a long time, but after going to bed, he just held him in his arms and touched his belly, but kept looking at the phone.

He was not allowed to leave his arms.

Shu Yi passed the nervousness just now, calmed down, looked at the spotless bedroom, and couldn't help complaining, are you afraid that I will fuck you up?

I feel lonely and want to pet the cat, but I still think the cat loses hair.

Shu Yi was a little upset for Xiao Yi, since he was idle anyway, it was not comfortable to be hugged, he started wriggling his body like a fish with his butt pouted, trying to jump out of Zhao Yan's arms.

Of course Zhao Yan didn't allow it. He couldn't hold Shu Yi who was writhing violently with one hand, so he could only put down the phone and put down the other hand. Both hands hugged the unwilling Shu Yi in his arms, and said with a smile: "Why, don't you like coming to this house very much?"

Every night before, as long as he closed the door, Xiaoyi would squat at the door and poke at the crack of the door, asking him to open it.

Shu Yi struggled and complained, "I like it, but it's so uncomfortable to be motionless, you let me down, I'll find you some work to do."

He guessed, it was exactly what Zhao Yan thought. Zhao Yan didn't let him move around because he thought he was shedding a lot of hair. Naturally, he wouldn't let him get what he wanted easily, but Shu Yi was also very energetic when he was alive, one person, one cat There was a lot of fuss on the bed, Zhao Yan looked at his funny look, couldn't help laughing, felt that the cat in his arms had turned into a live fish, and he couldn't hold it no matter what, and finally he could only hold it with his hands. Let go, let him go.

Shu Yi took advantage of the situation and rolled around on the quilt, leaving behind a patch of white hair.

Zhao Yan: "..."

Shu Yi jumped out of the bed, shook his body, and even the air began to have white fluffy hairs. He sniffed around, and began to walk around the room swaggeringly.

After death, Zhao Yan got out of bed resignedly and went to the living room to get hair removal tools.

Taking advantage of being a cat, Shu Yi brazenly pawed around the house. Anyway, confidential documents would not be kept in the bedroom, and he was not afraid of seeing something he shouldn't.

Zhao Yan's bedroom is also very simple, only one side of the lattice cabinet looks like there is something. Shu Yi walked around the cabinet for a while, and found a photo frame on the third floor of the lattice cabinet, which looked like a group photo in college.

Zhao Yan from the university...

Shu Yi was a little itchy, and wanted to relive the appearance of Zhao Yan University, so he used his claws to open the drawers on the first and second floors as steps, and stepped on them to look up.

Stepping on the edge of the drawer was not stable, Shu Yi slipped his foot, stepped into the second drawer, and pressed his paw on the documents in the drawer.

Zhao Yan, who had just entered the room with the roller machine, was startled, and rushed over to hug Shu Yi away from the document. Shu Yi was startled by him, thinking that he had stepped on something important, and shrank timidly. Tail, looking at him cautiously.

Zhao Yan's expression calmed down after a moment of panic. After he took the document from the drawer in his hand, he belatedly remembered that it was a typed manuscript. If he stepped on it, he would just print another copy.

The neat manuscript was wrinkled by the cat's claws, and several places were punctured by the tip of the claws. Zhao Yan picked out these punctured papers, put the remaining papers back into the drawer and closed them.

If you are caught, you will definitely not be able to take it. Zhao Yan folded it, but instead of throwing it into the trash can, he pinched it in his hand, and flicked his other hand towards Shu Yi's forehead: "Just be naughty!" , jump up and down as soon as you enter this room."

Shu Yi was bounced moderately, shook his head, and ran to the side.

Zhao Yan smiled, sat back on the bed, and unfolded the papers thoughtfully.

This is a typed draft from a long time ago. He still remembers that he sat alone in the study in a disheartened state, copying some letters from the mailbox one by one, and printing them out one by one into thick paper. A stack of paper manuscripts, placed in the lattice cabinet next to the bed.

It seems that this can make the past years and that relationship stay more substantial, and it won't suddenly evaporate like someone who used to sit on the other end of the network.

Zhao Yan leaned against the bedside and flipped through these letters. Under the dim light, the words on the paper seemed a little blurry, but he had already memorized the contents by heart. He wanted to fold these papers. Throw it into the trash can, but after unfolding the paper, the words on it jumped into view, Zhao Yan squinted slightly, and read it quietly, trying to change his mood.

He was not in a good mood today, or he was in a good mood at first, but after a phone call from his father, he was completely ruined.

There was no contact for more than two months, and the phone call was business, and the tone was business-like from the beginning to the end, as if they were not father and son, but superiors and subordinates.

But whenever Zhao Yan wanted to make up his mind to only talk about business affairs and not talk about affection, his mother would come over and cry, saying why the family was so strange. You don't know how sad your father is because of your indifferent attitude.

Zhao Yan only sneered at this.

Families that focus on business and profits are always too impersonal. Zhao Yan accepts this reality, but every time he receives a call from his father, he feels uncontrollably irritable.

Those affections that cannot be shaken by interests, family affection, friendship, and love, he only looks up to one or two in literary works.

As he grows older, his mind gradually matures, he is indifferent, and the missing family affection is gradually downplayed and hidden by him, becoming dispensable.

But what made him unbearable was that no matter how hard he worked hard, he would be taken lightly because of his name as Mr. Zhao, as if because he was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, all success was doomed. As it should be.

He is the son of the Zhao family, and everything he does should be simple and easy.

Even the most difficult problems can be easily solved on his head, because he is the son of the Zhao family, and because he comes from a noble background and has a strong background, those problems appear to be done by himself, and there may be many people behind him who will contribute to him.

When he was in college, the young and vigorous Zhao Yan was almost depressed by such remarks.

At that time, all the compliments around him were extremely harsh to his ears, but he still showed a hypocritical smile in the midst of the compliments, thanking, being humble, and being hypocritical.

Only one voice is different.

Under the light, Zhao Yan quietly looked at the manuscript in his hand, with a gentle expression involuntarily.

This voice came from the owner of the paper mail in his hand.

Thinking about it now, Zhao Yan still feels strange.

That person suddenly appeared in his mailbox. On a very ordinary weekend and evening, when he was writing a report in front of the computer, the computer suddenly reminded him that there was a new email.

The signature of the email was a string of numbers. Zhao Yan thought it was from a classmate or tutor about study matters, so he clicked on it, only to find that it was a friend letter with weird wording.

It's weird because it's very short, and the words are intermittent, as if someone typed a long list of words, and then deleted and deleted a few lines. It's short and direct. Although it's clear at a glance, it obviously doesn't take people's spoken language into consideration. Habit when reading a letter, so it looks more like a hard announcement.

I want to make friends with you.

Zhao Yan was not touched at that time, and he had no reason to refuse. Anyway, he often received emails like making friends, confessing, or asking him to do something. When it comes to this kind of embarrassing emotional communication, people still can't help but want to be more reserved.

Zhao Yan happened to be not busy, so he replied an email casually.

Zhao Yanyuan's email exchange was only on a whim, and his interest faded within a few days, but he was too embarrassed to refuse the person's persistent letter. Anyway, it was just a chat email, and it was not troublesome.

After such a long time, Zhao Yan gradually realized that the other party seemed to be a person who was not good at words. After getting acquainted with him, he still couldn't avoid being cautious when exchanging emails. His words were a little clumsy, but the most important thing was sincerity.

This made Zhao Yan a little interested in him, and his attitude when replying to the letter was much more positive. Moreover, the two had similar interests and hobbies, and there were many topics they could talk about. Gradually, they really became friends.

Before I knew it, I persisted for two years.

When he was about to graduate, Zhao Yan once again achieved a very good success in his own field, but when he was happy with himself, he didn't know who to share it with.

The compliments from the people around him were unintentional, and even more people talked behind his back, saying that they didn't know how much the Zhao family had helped him this time, and sarcastically said that if he was born in such a family, he would surely be able to so good.

Zhao Yan, who had already learned to ignore these people, wanted to use his own ability to get rid of the Zhao family's reputation, but he didn't expect that the moment after he succeeded, these gossips still came into his ears.

As for those who have the same status as him and don't bother to be jealous, they are puzzled, saying that you want to be successful, why are you working so hard.

Zhao Yan couldn't answer.

Desperately trying to prove that the current self is better than his parents?

That's insane.

To prove that you are not what they say you will only rely on the forces behind you?

But once people's prejudices are fixed in their hearts, then nothing can be shaken. This reality should have been known long ago.

So Zhao Yan was speechless, and was doused with cold water, and could only go back to the dormitory silently.

But at this time, he received a letter from that person, and the letter was full of words of admiration and admiration for his success, and he did not hesitate to praise him.

At this moment, Zhao Yan had mixed feelings in his heart.

The only person who didn't ignore his enormous efforts in this matter because of his status, and was sincerely happy for his success was a friend who had never met across the network cable.

That momentary touch made Zhao Yan's heart drenched in cold water warm again, so his mind became hot, and he did a very impulsive thing.

He sent an e-mail and asked the person to meet at the lakeside on the South Campus the next evening.

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