want to date my cat

The answer was simpler than any of Xia Xinran's imaginations.

But it seems that another level of excess has sprouted.

Mi Zhiqiu felt that he just blinked, and the fluffy warmth in Xia Xin's eyes suddenly cooled down to another color.

What's going on here?

The little animal followed instinctively to warm up his eyes in the fragment, thinking a bit tangledly: "Then Douban follow me?"

compromised.

On those nights when Xia Xin suddenly didn't know him, he always hoped that the person on the frequent visit list would wonder who he was.He even often flipped through Xia Xinran's followers, wanting to see if he didn't pay much attention to others on his personal account, but it was rare to update it.

It turned out not to be. He followed a classmate from the university yesterday.

Mi Zhiqiu loosened the phone and let it fall freely onto the bed, trying to smash Xia Xinran in the phone to death.

These resentments secretly weave themselves until one day they become obsessions.

The other party asked him what his wish was, and he said I hope you follow my Weibo.

The fire burned all the way in July, and the buried ashes were rekindled at the end of November.

The word "concern" has many meanings.

Alcohol fermented Mi Zhiqiu, making him very sincere, without any pretense, he took out the truth beating in his chest.

He didn't realize that he had done something he wouldn't do normally, like a cat smelling catnip, all its restraint was dispelled, and it kept pushing its head towards the person.

Mi Zhiqiu didn't move his body, but his heart was tamed by catnip.

His face was very close to Xia Xinran, there was no charm in his eyes, and there was a vague expectation turning inside.

Xia Xin suddenly felt that it wasn't cotton that hit her face, but cotton candy.

He said, "Is everyone paying attention to you? What software do you still use?"

After speaking, he himself felt a little funny. The wise Mi Zhiqiu disappeared, as if he was talking to a nonsensical child.

Mi Zhiqiu nodded with satisfaction: "We still use WeChat."

Xia Xin laughed suddenly, "What else?"

Mi Zhiqiu replied seriously: "There is also an alarm clock."

Xia Xin couldn't help laughing, thinking if he would be killed if he recorded it, but after he took out his phone and opened the voice memo, he had an idea like a whale jumping out of the water.

Xia Xin thought suddenly.

If I ask him to say that I like you now, will he say it obediently?

Even if it's not true.

The whale made a huge splash as it fell.

Xia Xin suddenly squeezed the phone tightly, her bold thoughts swayed with the ripples of the water, her voice made a circle between her lips and teeth, and finally converged into another question.

"If you love someone, how would you confess."

He pressed the recording button, and the noisy background sound was imprinted on the track, and the ups and downs of the spindle-shaped sound waves and the heartbeat fluctuated into the shape of ocean waves.

Mi Zhiqiu couldn't feel the deep meaning of awkwardness in the question. He is now a primary school student who is serious about doing the questions, so he can only try to flip through the materials to complete this super-syllabus exam question, and he has a meeting in his head about choosing words, making sentences and books.

Thinking is the enemy of drunkenness, and the wine bottles waved their arms to drive them out.

Mi Zhiqiu answered almost instinctively, "Use Borges' poems."

He said, "What can I use to keep you?"

Sentences were turned into amplitudes and recorded on the phone.

But neither Audio nor Xia Xinran knew anything about it.

Xia Xin suddenly thought, it is the amount that limits my feeling of romance.

What a great thing this is.

The nervous sweat evaporated into a bit of relief that was close to dazed.

In fact, when I look at it after I grow up, I will be inexplicably throbbing, wondering about the behaviors that only touched me at the beginning.But this is not for the authorities to identify, this is his 19-year-old summer.Even though he didn't know it at the time, how touching it was.

I read a lot so that you can see my name on your library card.

But I still can't seem to understand what you're saying.

Xia Xin suddenly pressed the pause button, and the recording interface made a ding.

When Sa Huan was drinking, he opened up his temper, but cleaning up the mess made people feel overwhelmed.

The sober dragged the drunkards like sacks.

Xu Tong shook like a spiral, and the burden of Mi Zhiqiu naturally fell on Xia Xinran's shoulders.

He was as limp as a bunch of unwrapped flowers, pulled up here, and drooped down there.Xia Xin suddenly let him circle her helplessly, as if she was dragging him, or pulling him with her back.

Mi Zhiqiu's breath smelled of alcohol, and there was a little heat on the back of Xia Xinran's neck.

His drunk session seems to be very gradual, and this time he has changed from an obedient answerer to a chatterbox, muttering strange things all the time.

"My body is burning!"

"Ah."

"The hands on the tree are shaking!"

"Um."

"The moon is attacking me, it's blinding!"

"Ah."

Under the ordinary beauty, what strange things are you thinking about all day long?

Xia Xinran wanted to laugh while talking to her.

The representative poet of the post-modern drunken school and his loyal audience swayed back slowly, leaving many "ums" along the way, following them like tails.

The moon is eccentric to them, illuminating the road brightly.

When Mi Zhiqiu successfully smashed into his bed, he felt annoyed, buried his head in the pillow, and let out a long sigh.

Seeing that he came back so late, Dahei greeted him: "Are you drunk?"

Mi Zhiqiu patted the bed, affirming as if venting his anger.

Pretend to be drunk and overdo it, and really get myself drunk.

When Mi Zhiqiu regained consciousness, he was already lying on Xia Xinran's back. The other party heard that he had calmed down and asked him if he was sleepy.

no.

was terrified.

Mi Zhiqiu picked up some important points in the fragmented memory, and found that he actually held his head down to let others pay attention to him, and just wanted to secretly mourn.

After being silent for a while, he turned his head to turn on the phone, looked up the fan list on Weibo, and saw Xia Xin lying on the first position suddenly.

The head portrait is still the same as it was during the summer vacation, it is his hand with distinct joints.

Getting what he wanted and those embarrassing guilts were running each other in his messy head, and he pressed his temples, feeling a headache.

Oh, and Zhihu.

He remembered something new again, and his head hurt even more.

Mi Zhiqiu smashed his head into the pillow, as if he didn't give up without concussion.The leader peeked at him a few times, wondering what he was doing.

After a few more glances, this guy smashed it several times, as if he finally gave up on hurting his head, and turned on the phone again.

The leader thought, he was indeed drunk.

Mi Zhiqiu opened Douban, accepted the status quo, and decided to take a look.

Xia Xinran only followed Mi Zhiqiu on Douban, and he had very few fans.

Mi Zhiqiu couldn't help complaining about himself again, after all, there would be no second person forcing him to pay attention.

Even without adding friends, Xia Xinran's recording style is still the same as that he showed to outsiders, concise and neat, and the frequency of reading books and movies is very stable.

But Mi Zhiqiu found that Xia Xinran's records seemed complete, but "A Bouquet for Algernon" was not in the book list in the past two months.

He obviously happened to be involved in the process of this book.

Mi Zhiqiu continued to scroll down with a little guesswork, and finally found the viewing time of this book, which was more than a year ago.

The conversation in the cafe was pouring, and he seemed to recall the look on the other side's face when he asked him about the book.

A ladle of warm water poured down on the apex of my heart.

The regret just now was scalded.

He thought, Xia Xinran had seen it tomorrow morning.

Mi Zhiqiu's chaotic mind became clearer, and he dragged the progress bar with his fingers to turn back little by little to see what kind of books he likes and how much he would rate his favorite movies.This kind of understanding is different from knowing that the other party will add a few spoonfuls of honey to the milk before going to bed. It is like spying on his spiritual world, and it seems that the long past has been paved for him to step on.

Words once again span time, connecting people together in various ways.

Xia Xin at the other end of the corridor suddenly sat on a chair, recalled the answer in the voice, turned on the computer and decided to search for this poem.

At the end of the corridor, Mi Zhiqiu unknowingly flipped through the records for a whole year. Xia Xinran liked to read science fiction when he was in the third year of high school, covering a wide range of subjects.

Mi Zhiqiu didn't stop until he found out that he had watched a movie.

Xia Xinran found the poem at this moment.

The first sentence is.

"I give you the core of myself that I have managed to preserve.

Don't make sentences with words, don't trade with dreams, don't be touched by time, joy and adversity. "

Mi Zhiqiu opened his viewing history of "Brokeback Mountain".

Xia Xin suddenly read along.

"I give you the memory of a yellow rose I saw one evening many years before you were born.

I give you interpretations of your life, theories about yourself, your true and amazing existence.

I offer you my loneliness, my darkness, the famine of my heart. "

Mi Zhiqiu saw his comment, and there was only one sentence.

Brief and emotionless.

Xia Xin suddenly said the last sentence.

"I tried to impress you with confusion, danger, failure."

Mi Zhiqiu read this comment in his heart like chewing.

"There is no result anyway."

The branches waved their palms in the wind, and the answers circled in the air.

The moon is dark.