My cat is helping me write

The hands around the body are slightly tightened, and the strength of the embrace reflects the master's anxiety.

Lin Letian didn't move or speak.

The quiet time passed bit by bit, and the lights of the cars downstairs passed by one after another.

"Thank you." After a long time, a whisper sounded in the darkness, but more words were hidden between the lips and teeth, without pouring out.

After a while, Lin Letian felt the body behind him suddenly disappear, and then a ball of fluff squeezed into his arms, he knew it was Lu Jiawen transformed back into a cat.

Stretching out his hand to hug Lu Jiawen in his arms, Lin Letian actually wanted to comfort him, but he still didn't say it out of consideration for His Majesty Jiawen's face.

Just let Jarvan think he was asleep.

Waking up the next day, Lin Letian felt in a trance that he had a dream last night, in which little Jiawen was held in his arms, trembling non-stop.

Since he was half asleep and half awake at the time, Lin Letian was a little unsure if this was a dream or if it really happened, so he decided to ask the person involved.

"Jiawen, last night..."

Like an old cadre, Lu Jiawen was sitting in the study and watching the news. Hearing this, he turned his head, his eyes clear and open, "Huh? What happened last night?"

Lin Letian stared into his eyes, there was no embarrassment or weakness in it.

"It's okay." Maybe he remembered wrongly, or maybe it was just a dream?

Lin Letian went downstairs to buy groceries with a puzzled expression on his face, but the feeling of being hugged yesterday was obviously very real. When he got up today, he thought of it and wanted to comfort Lu Jiawen, but he didn't expect that Lu Jiawen was fine and didn't respond at all. He thought too much.

There was a slight sound of closing the door, and in the corner of the living room, a small white mass on the pink cat bed moved.

The little white cat poked its head out of the cat's nest, stretched itself, shook its fur, and looked at the world curiously with its blue eyes.

It was brought back yesterday, full of fear, and did not take a good look at who brought it back and where it came to.

Now it has a good sleep and is full again, and finally has the strength to get up and look here.

It was a place it had never been before, smooth tiles, dry soft cloth, and the smell of another cat.

As a child, it can already tell that this is a male cat, and it has a strong sense of territory, because there are traces of his existence everywhere in this small place.

It started to get scared and entered the territory of a strong male cat, which was weak and could not cope.

Back into the cat nest again, it shivered slightly, thinking of its mother cat who would protect it warmly, but one day its mother suddenly disappeared, and it came to a place it didn't know at all, and it couldn't help crying , calling mother.

At this time, Lu Jiawen was writing his "Cats and Procrastination" in his study. He checked the news, but there was no news that he was particularly interested in, so he clicked on the document directly.

Every day, Lin Letian only spends grocery shopping time away from him. He writes Tanmei and doesn't want Lin Letian to find out, so he can only choose this time to write.

One night later, his article had two more favorites, and two more comments, one of which was "Scattering Flowers" and the other was "Come on".

Even so, he still felt extremely happy.

In the past, in another world, every time he wrote an article in Jinjiang, he would collect and comment in a short period of time to the extent that an ordinary author looked up to. He hadn't experienced the joy of income and comments for a long time.

At that time, all he had in his heart was pressure.

The more favorites, the more people comment, and the more people expect to like, the more pressure he will have.

At that time, writing essays was no longer a way for him to relax, but to move forward with everyone's love.

Sometimes when he opens the document, he will suddenly feel a little scared. He is afraid that his writing will not be good, that he will not meet the expectations of the readers, and that they will suddenly be disappointed and dislike him.

This made him very nervous every time he started a new essay, and he had to brew for a long time before he could write a single word.

But now it is different, he has regained his original intention of writing.

That is to write the stories you like, and tell the stories you like well. As long as the cuteness is not too biased, there will always be readers with the same thoughts who are willing to read and like your novels.

Lu Jiawen felt unprecedentedly relaxed. He wrote the novel in a happy mood, but soon, cats meowing disrupted his thoughts.

Because he has lived with the cat mother for more than a month, he can understand the meaning of the kitten and know what it is shouting.

Just because he knew it, he couldn't ignore the voice. Lu Jiawen stopped his fingers, gave up and continued writing, and walked to the living room.

The kitten called out one after another: "Mom."

Lu Jiawen lifted the kitten up and stared at it.

The little white cat immediately stopped barking and stared at him blankly, frightened.

"Stop meowing?" Lu Jiawen shook the kitten, put it into the cat's litter, and smoothed the little white cat like how he would feed his own mother cat, and said, "Your mother is not here, here No one hurt you, so stop barking."

The little white cat was stunned for a while, and Lu Jiawen thought that the little white cat understood, and felt that he had gained experience in being a cat, and he could be calmed down with two strokes. He was very satisfied with his results, and went back to the study Codeword.

He had just written two lines when he suddenly felt something tugging on his trousers, and when he looked down, it was the little white cat just now.

The study door was not closed, and the little white cat ran in just like that. Lu Jiawen was immersed in the world he had chosen, unaware that a little thing followed in.

He is a cat himself, and he has no time to take care of this kitten at all. He was picked up by Lin Letian because he didn't get along with the kitten, and he doesn't know how to be familiar with a kitten at this moment.

And he has to finish this chapter before Lin Letian comes back, so he has no time to play with the kitten.

Mentioning the little white cat, Lu Jiawen put it back into the cat's litter, but whenever he moved, the little white cat moved too, wrapping around his feet and meowing non-stop.

This time it was a friendly cry, it seemed that the little white cat liked him very much.

Lu Jiawen was afraid of stepping on the little white cat when he took two steps, so he had no choice but to carry the little white cat into the study room and let it run around on the computer desk while he was typing on the computer.

This little white cat was different from him. He was mentally incompetent and couldn't understand human speech, so Lu Jiawen felt very tired just typing.

The kitten is very interested in moving things, and his typing fingers are one of them.

As he was typing, the little white cat pounced on him, trying to grab his fingers to play with, and a line of garbled characters appeared in the document.

Lu Jiawen helplessly drove the little white cat halfway, but the little cat's brain was probably like a goldfish's brain, and within two seconds, it rushed over again.

So the codeword becomes a battle for the keyboard, or it is more appropriate to say that the battle for the fingers.

There was a sound of opening the door in the living room, and finally Lu Jiawen couldn't take it anymore, and shouted to the living room: "Lin Letian, come and take care of your daughter!"

"Isn't it your child bride?" Lin Letian's voice came from the living room, he put away his things, looked into the study, and saw the little white cat playing with Lu Jiawen's fingers.

"Hahaha." Lin Letian laughed, "You see how much your child bride likes you."

Lu Jiawen was going crazy, he picked up the little white cat and stuffed it into Lin Letian's arms: "Take care of your daughter."

Lin Letian couldn't help laughing, took the little white cat over, glanced at the computer, saw the document interface, and was a little curious: "What are you writing?"

Lu Jiawen directly closed the document by pressing Ctrl+F4, and casually said, "Your text."

Lin Letian reminded: "You didn't save it."

Lu Jiawen: ...

Lin Letian: ...

"It's okay." Lu Jiawen said very coolly, as if he had turned off the manuscript of "Avenue of Life and Death", "Then write today's update."

Lin Letian asked strangely: "I think you have finished writing a chapter, why did you ask me to write it all of a sudden?"

"You vomited the food you ate, and you want to vomit again after eating it?" Lu Jiawen clicked on the game and urged, "Go and write quickly, don't disturb me playing the game."

Lin Letian hugged the kitten: "Then you want to play games, your child bride will be yours?"

The little white cat meowed a few times in Lin Letian's hands, and stretched out its paws to be hugged by Lu Jiawen.

Lu Jiawen directly ignored the little guy's request and immediately refused: "I'm allergic to small animals."

Lin Letian looked at him speechlessly: "Can't you find a better excuse?"

"That's because I hate small animals." Lu Jiawen followed suit.

Lin Letian resigned to his fate and carried the little white cat out of the study, while Lu Jiawen looked at the blank screen, wanting to cry without tears.

He... just finished writing a chapter!

Lu Jiawen has a problem with his writing. If he loses the draft of the plot he wrote once, then he will definitely write a different plot when he rewrites it.

If you want to ask why, it is that it has already been written, and there is nothing new, just like leftovers that have been left for many days, and it is completely uninteresting.

Sitting in front of the computer, Lu Jiawen began to think about life.

From the time he started thinking about why he became a cat, he has been thinking about what he will write next.

Then he was very successful with Carvin.

Half an hour later, the document was still blank, without a single word.

In the living room, Lin Letian's fingers are flying like flying. He has written more than a thousand words, and he can hear the clacking sound of the keyboard.

Lu Jiawen walked out of the study room, staring at the little white cat on Lin Letian's belly: "Do you want to raise this cat?"

Lin Letian was puzzled: "Ah? Why didn't you raise it?"

The little white cat also looked at him, its blue eyes full of curiosity.

Lu Jiawen didn't even look at the little white cat, but only said to Lin Letian: "You can only keep me as one."