Luggage Syndrome

The little white cat and Liang Yicheng were both tired from playing.

Liang Yicheng collapsed on the sofa, and the little white cat skillfully jumped onto his stomach.

The aroma of home-cooked food wafts out from the open kitchen and slowly fills the entire living room.

Liang Yicheng hadn't smelled this unique smell of home for a long time.

Fu Lang's hands and feet were nimble, and the meal was ready in a short time.

Fu Lang's house didn't have a dining table, so the small coffee table next to the sofa came in handy.

Fu Lang spread all the dishes in front of Liang Yicheng, who was sitting on the sofa in the middle, while he himself sat on the sofa on one side, the distance was quite far, and he probably had to bend over to pick up the dishes.

When eating hot pot at Fu Lang's house for the first time, Liang Yicheng focused all his attention on the cat, so now he realizes that although Fu Lang's height of nearly [-] is good for serving food, his long legs can only be crossed awkwardly While doing so, he accidentally knocked against the sharp corner of the coffee table.

Liang Yicheng took advantage of the time when Fu Lang got up to pour the juice, and quietly moved the plate a few minutes to Fu Lang's side.

Fu Lang came back with two glasses of juice, and just sat down, he pushed all the plates back without saying a word.

Liang Yicheng was helpless: "Brother Fu..."

"Wash your hands and eat."

"Ok."

Liang Yicheng picked up the curled up little white cat and gently placed it on the sofa.

After washing his hands and returning to sit at the table, he suddenly thought of Yang Yu and asked, "Eh? Are you waiting for brother Yang to eat?"

Fu Lang raised his head, was stunned for a few seconds, and then said, "No need to wait."

"But--"

"He's very busy and doesn't often...eat here."

Liang Yicheng nodded, feeling a little complicated.

A little admiration.

I admire their careers and admire them for devoting most of their energies to serving others.

But also a little distressed.

He thought of Fu Lang's lonely expression, and those trembling video images.

Liang Yicheng felt for no reason that Fu Lang also looked like a cat.

Exhausted, guarding a home where no one will come back.

Fu Lang's voice brought back Liang Yicheng's wandering thoughts: "The food doesn't suit your taste?"

"Fine, I like to eat anything!"

Liang Yicheng nodded indiscriminately, and by the way threw all the messy thoughts out of his mind before picking up the bowl.

After seeing the dishes clearly, he was a little stunned again.

The last time he ate Sichuan hot pot on a hot day, he thought Fu Lang liked spicy food, but today the table was full of bland Cantonese dishes.

Liang Yicheng picked up a piece of steamed chicken with mushrooms and took a bite.

The chicken is steamed just right, the meat is fresh and tender, the mouth is smooth but not greasy, with a strong fragrance of mushrooms.

Liang Yicheng was really amazed by the taste, regardless of the fact that the chicken was still steaming, he hurriedly stuffed it into his mouth, and boasted vaguely while eating: "It's delicious, it's really delicious, and the steamed chicken with mushrooms in our cafeteria Jiutiaojie. "

Fu Lang was amused by his greedy appearance.

Fu Lang smiled very shallowly, but his face was so good-looking, Liang Yicheng felt his face was hot after just one glance, he quickly lowered his head to eat, and couldn't help but praise each other.

Liang Yicheng's sincere rainbow farts were done so well that Fu Lang's peach eyes were so full of laughter that he stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the chicken legs, put them into Liang Yicheng's bowl, and said, "I'll make them for you later."

"Really!"

Liang Yicheng raised his head in surprise, the corners of his mouth were still stained with ketchup from pork chops in tomato sauce, his wide-open eyes were full of anticipation.

Like a greedy cat.

Fu Lang laughed, and replied, "Yes."

Hearing his answer, Liang Yicheng chuckled.Without laughing a few times, he buried his head back in the bowl, quickly cleaned the bottom of the bowl, and then patted his belly, leaned on the sofa contentedly, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Still an easily satisfied little cat.

After eating and drinking enough, Liang Yicheng harassed the little white cat again with great energy.

However, the little white cat looked hollowed out, lying on the sofa with its hands and feet stretched out straight, no matter how much he rubbed it, it would not move.

Looking at the tired little white cat, Liang Yicheng realized that Fu Lang must be tired too, so he quickly got up to say goodbye.

Fu Lang suppressed a smile, looked at Liang Yicheng's appearance of turning his head three times, and sent him to the door, then stood behind Liang Yicheng, quietly looking at the person sitting on the small steps of the entrance with his head bowed and putting on his shoes.

Liang Yicheng's neck was already very white, but the wide neckline was wide open as he lowered his head. Fu Lang saw that the skin on the back exposed below was even whiter, and the beautiful butterfly bone protruded slightly.It happened that there was a faint color difference line at the collar, and Fu Lang guessed that this should be caused by him riding a bicycle in the sun.

After Liang Yicheng put on his shoes, he suddenly raised his head and said "ah", Fu Lang immediately looked away, but he heard Liang Yicheng say, "I forgot to take the clothes I just changed!"

"It's all soaked. I put it in the washing machine to wash it. You can take it next time."

Seeing him picking up the huge hiking bag again, Fu Lang frowned again and said, "Put down the clothes in your bag too, it's too hot outside."

Liang Yicheng looked distressed, and hesitated: "But, I, I don't know when I can come over next time... You and Brother Yang are too busy, you don't have much time to rest, so I can't always bother you..."

After listening to him quietly, Fu Lang turned around and walked quickly into the room.

Liang Yicheng didn't understand why, so he could only stand at the door anxiously, looking in quietly.

Soon Fu Lang came out with a bunch of keys in his hand.

Fu Lang handed him the bunch of keys, seeing that he didn't answer it in a daze, he said, "Didn't you just say that you could feed the cat for me anytime?"

"The interns will be graduating at the end of this month, and there is not enough manpower. During this time, I will often work overtime. I can pour more cat food, but the white wolf is still young, and it is too pitiful to always be alone. If you have time, you can Come and accompany it more, it will be very happy."

Liang Yicheng was still hesitating, while Fu Lang seemed to have suddenly remembered something, with an apologetic expression: "Ah, I'm sorry, your school is also very busy, I shouldn't trouble you."

Liang Yicheng quickly shook his head and said, "No! No trouble!"

Fu Lang immediately handed over the key again, Liang Yicheng could only bite the bullet and take it.

Seeing the corners of Fu Lang's mouth curled up, Liang Yicheng's head was a little confused again, and he hesitated and asked: "But, aren't you worried? We have only met a few times, so you are not afraid that I will kidnap your cat with bad intentions. gone……"

Fu Lang suddenly smiled, and two dimples appeared on his handsome face.

Liang Yicheng stared straight at the two dimples until they gradually disappeared and the facial lines returned to their usual sharpness, then he heard Fu Lang say slowly: "Generally, people with bad intentions don't target cats..."

"Uh."

"White Wolf will trouble you in the future."

"No, no trouble!"

Liang Yicheng held the small key firmly in his hand, the cold and stiff metal almost sank into his flesh, the pain only made him realize that he was really not dreaming, but it didn't reduce the excitement and joy in his heart by half. .

Fu Lang, on the other hand, slowly poured another barrel of gasoline into his blazing fire:

"Now, can you put down your clothes?"

The author says:

Cat: What he meant was to tell you to put down all your clothes