want to date my cat

Time is a very vertical thing, on a line, thousands of things are spending the second that belongs to him.

Mi Zhiqiu was thinking about whether he had just woken up.

The body is still sleepy, but the spirit is stretched into a bow.

He didn't know if those secrets were well hidden, whether it was about flowers or about him.

Mi Zhiqiu is a person with a very slow pace, and his feelings are like a tree that can only grow after a long period of time. He looks very passive, but he can always hold the initiative in his own hands until he is ready.

He didn't want to be the one who got pointed out.

Maybe it was because the whole person was too prepared, but in Xia Xin's eyes, he stayed as if he hadn't woken up.

Xia Xin suddenly pointed at the door, and said jokingly, "That cat doesn't like you."

Mi Zhiqiu opened his mouth and hummed for a moment, because he didn't make a sound because of the hangover, as if he took a short breath.

Appeared more stupefied.

The contrast was too great, Xia Xin suddenly laughed, and finally remembered to say good morning.

"It's already noon." The leader took off his earphones, wondering what kind of riddle these two people were playing.

The dragonfly tapped the water, and its feet landed on the ground, but there was no ripple. Suddenly, the question that Xia Xin should ask was silent, but the question that should not be asked was magnanimous, "Do you still have this flower?"

He chose the most direct one.

Mi Zhiqiu pretended to be stupid and poked her head out of the bed, glanced at the place he was pointing at, and then generously admitted, "Well, after all, this is the first time I have collected flowers in my life."

Laughing at yourself is more honest than denying it. Smart people know how to make every gap.

Xia Xin suddenly saw how cute he was pawing at the side of the bed, and stretched out his hand to stroke his messy hair, "That's a coincidence, this is also the first time I've sent flowers."

The leader was dumbfounded.

What was thought to be failure and corruption was suddenly endowed with such a precious double meaning.He immediately got up apologetically, stood in front of Mi Zhiqiu's desk and bowed to the plastic flower, "It's because I don't know Taishan, you are such a noble plastic flower."

Xia Xin suddenly looked at Mi Zhiqiu, as if asking, "Is he always like this?"

Mi Zhiqiu nodded, and commented very bluntly, "If you fall in love with a computer for a long time, you will become a dramatist."

The leader turned a deaf ear, turned around after the performance ended, and continued to sit back in front of the computer.

After this incident, things became joyful instead, and Xia Xin couldn't help laughing, feeling that every time he saw Mi Zhiqiu's roommate, it would be very interesting.

Mi Zhiqiu was not surprised, he straightened his hair and asked, "Why are you here?"

This sentence is just a short question, but the person who asked it was in a complicated mood. When he woke up and recalled the comment on Douban, his first reaction was complicated. It was too frank to express shame, and he was flustered because he didn’t know what the other person was thinking. .

He was used to flirty temptations, so he didn't want to face his own recklessness. Maybe he would do the same thing again when he was drunk, but his sobriety told him that this was not the most embarrassing decision.

Xia Xin suddenly didn't know his tortuous thoughts, and still had the smile just now, "We've been talking about running at night for such a long time, so let's start today?"

It was a different answer than what Mi Zhiqiu imagined.

A gentle knife can cut through the running water, and all the thoughts running in his chest are quiet.

He looked into Xia Xinran's eyes, and answered without thinking.

Qiu and the dormitory door pushed each other, the corridor was too narrow, and they panicked and were accidentally squeezed out.

Soon he regretted it.

The nerves destroyed by alcohol are still clamoring, and the body indicates that the night is overdrawn.

Mi Zhiqiu lay on the bed to comfort himself, at least he could sleep for another afternoon, and then patted his mouth with his left and right hands in turn, sighing what a disaster comes from the mouth.

The voice was too regular, and the leader looked at him with some misunderstanding, and then suspected that this person was still drunk.

After Mi Zhiqiu attacked himself, he took out his mobile phone and typed in the memo. This is his habit when he wants to relax, and he always likes to write.

The first sentence at the beginning is, "Mi Zhiqiu is a stupid human being."

He fell asleep with complaining about himself, and Meng seemed to know about it, and turned into a poisonous tongue, flew up with open wings and kept hitting his head, criticizing like sutras.

The dream was too noisy.

When the alarm clock rang, Mi Zhiqiu's first reaction was relief.

So when he saw Xia Xinran, the other party looked at him puzzled, "Why do you look more tired after sleeping all afternoon?"

Mi Zhiqiu explained bitterly, "The one who was scolded."

Xia Xin suddenly looked confused.

A good way to keep people awake is to exercise. The playground at night is full of self-disciplined people and couples, who can distinguish species strictly by speed.

Running is long and monotonous, but it is easy to let people feel relieved. Mi Zhiqiu thought that he would die from exhaustion, but it seemed that he became more relaxed because of the wind.

The two of them ran for several laps before slowly slowing down. Xia Xin suddenly laughed that he was always different from others, "You feel refreshed after running."

Mi Zhiqiu stretched his waist, ""The Strong Wind Blows" does not deceive me."

Everything about running in the book seems to be joyful.

Xia Xinran saw that when he was panting slightly, the mole on his collarbone rose and fell, and he looked away, "You rarely mention books when you chat with me."

Mi Zhiqiu didn't react, only felt his heart beating fast, worried that his happiness would be happiness, and sudden death would be sudden death, "This book is still yours."

Xia Xin suddenly smiled, "Yes."

"What's wrong?" Mi Zhiqiu asked because the conversation was a bit inexplicable.

Xia Xin suddenly walked straight along the line on the playground, looking at the stars in the sky, "I mainly discovered that there is a cultural gap between us."

Mi Zhiqiu tried to guess, "Did I recite the complete works of Shakespeare with you while I was drunk?"

Xia Xin suddenly couldn't care less about looking at the stars, and was ready to applaud him, "You still have this talent?"

"Of course not, I hardly ever read it." He laughed.

It seems that any deliberately awkward situation can be turned into a cute joke if Mi Zhiqiu solves it.Suddenly, Xia Xin's words that he wanted to say became blurred, and his little thoughts disappeared.Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, he pointed upwards with Mi Zhiqiu and said, "I could see a lot of stars here last summer. I don't know if it's because the weather got colder and they disappeared."

"Go home to keep warm." Mi Zhiqiu analyzed, "You can ask them in summer."

Xia Xin was suddenly a little absent-minded, then lowered his head and continued to walk on the white line persistently, and started a new topic, "I don't know where I will be next summer."

These topics seem to be related, but they seem to be unrelated.

"It will be in an air-conditioned room." Mi Zhiqiu was firm.

Xia Xin suddenly smiled, and paused for a while before continuing, "I may not be in the air-conditioned room, because Britain is very cool."

Mi Zhiqiu asked, "Britain?"

Xia Xin suddenly walked every step smoothly, "Well, I want to exchange, and I'm preparing to apply."

"Next semester?" Mi Zhiqiu's heartbeat was loud, so his voice was very soft.

"Yes." Xia Xinran's voice became softer.

Mi Zhiqiu looked at Xia Xinran, and he saw that this person lowered his head like a child, because he was walking carefully with the white line as a horizontal bar.

Late autumn seemed to be softened by the yellow leaves, and Mi Zhiqiu finally became serious at the end of the conversation, saying, "Everything is going well."

A simple blessing is like a stick breaking the ice surface, the ice slag splashes everywhere, and the bottom of the water rolls out of comfort.

No one saw that Xia Xin suddenly stepped on the open space, as if he had landed safely.

Only the stars are anxious for all the good joy.