want to date my cat

Mi Zhiqiu felt like he was back in elementary school, when his classmates came to play at home, and the two sat on the edge of the bookshelf to chat, mentioning the comics they liked when they were young, and said that it was a pity that they didn't see the ending.

They obviously couldn't walk after eating hot pot, and they sneaked to the kitchen to order noodles after playing games at night.

Xia Xin suddenly found a row of watermelons in the kitchen, he squatted down and patted their round bodies, "Your family eats watermelons in winter?"

Mi Zhiqiu was busy cracking eggs, "The essence of human beings is to eat melons."

Makes sense too.

The noodles gushed out mist, which matched perfectly with the watermelon at room temperature. As a result, Mi Zhiqiu took a bite of the melon and stared blankly at Xia Xinran, "You didn't wash the knife just now, didn't you?"

Xia Xin suddenly couldn't find the connection, and was a little puzzled.

"Try it." Mi Zhiqiu stretched out his hand and handed over the half-round watermelon with a missing piece.

Xia Xin suddenly bit down a tooth mark next to that gap, and before his taste buds had time to feel the sweetness, he almost laughed, "Why does it smell like coriander?"

Mi Zhiqiu pointed to the parsley floating in the bowl, "That's why I said you didn't wash the knife, young master."

The watermelon looked into the bowl with two empty eyes, and the coriander was curling up and secretly laughing.

With the warmth of satiety, winter nights become drowsy.

Xia Xin lay there suddenly raising his arms up, exposing the cuffs that could not cover his wrists, and turned sideways to stretch out his legs from the quilt, so as to show Mi Zhiqiu his short trouser legs, but he didn't move twice, and suddenly sighed, "Good support."

Mi Zhiqiu really wanted to slap him, but complained that he was full.

As a result, the hand was raised and turned into a light pat.

Xia Xin suddenly felt Mi Zhiqiu's hand land on her back, and the temperature traced the outline of her finger for a week without turning around.

He heard Mi Zhiqiu ask him, "When I was in school, did the back desk play this game with you?"

Xia Xin suddenly replied in doubt, "Huh?"

Mi Zhiqiu's fingers slid across his back, horizontally and vertically, as if writing, "What did I write?"

Xia Xin hadn't reacted yet, but felt a lot of horizontal and vertical drops, "Why is this word so flat?"

"Because it's two characters, 'watermelon' can't be recognized after eating it." Mi Zhiqiu wiped his back with the palm of his hand as if holding a blackboard eraser, and continued to write.

This time the writing seemed to be more complicated. Xia Xin suddenly knew that every stroke of his strokes had slowed down, but he was still confused, "I felt that the last stroke was Na."

Mi Zhiqiu slapped her across the face this time, "Is it possible that you have no feeling in your back?"

Xia Xin suddenly smiled, "There's no need to hit him so hard."

Mi Zhiqiu started to write a new one, "It's 'Xia', I can't even recognize my own surname."

The temperature is accumulated in the bed, and the taste of the shower gel is similar. There is no heat in every stroke, just leaving some itchy touch.

Xia Xinran's voice seemed to be buried under the quilt, and he retorted muffledly, "But I recognized your surname."

Mi Zhiqiu was quite surprised, "This time I can tell the difference when I write so sloppily?"

Xia Xin turned around suddenly, as if smiling, "After all, there are not many words that are so densely packed."

It seems that all the dreams of the night are related to words.

Mi Zhiqiu sailed across Cihai in a small boat, and when he reached the other side, he found that it was dawn.

He sat up in a daze, and found that Xia Xinran seemed to have just gotten up, and was opening the door and looking out. When he heard the movement, he turned around and said to him, "Your parents don't seem to be here."

Mi Zhiqiu rubbed his eyes and checked his phone, "My mother said that my father is on a business trip today and is sending him to the high-speed rail station."

Just after he finished speaking, he turned to the chat record and started to read, "I also tried to ask him if he could take a taxi by himself, but he was criticized for not having a sense of teamwork."

Xia Xin suddenly imagined her aunt's tone, laughed, and opened the door with confidence.

It seems that no matter how mature a person looks, they will become cautious in front of their elders.Even a calm-faced type like Xia Xinran would show this concern.

People are very three-dimensional, just like a Rubik's cube, every time it is turned, it will be composed of different color blocks.

Mi Zhiqiu stared at the door, feeling that the new pattern he turned out was very interesting, and after a while, he walked over to lean against the door of the toilet as if queuing up, and when Xia Xin finished brushing his teeth suddenly, he also went in to squeeze the toothpaste.

Xia Xin suddenly said that he would go to drink some water first, but Mi Zhiqiu's mouth was still full of foam, so he ran back again.

"You know, I found a cat sitting on the windowsill."

Like a noble sculpture, staring at him with scrutiny.

Mi Zhiqiu gritted his toothbrush and nodded, his voice was vague, "Of course I know."

These cats seemed to know Mi Zhiqiu, as if they had received some signal, they gathered more and more, lying on the railing or sitting on the window sill, Mi Zhiqiu opened the window, and even called out the name of each cat.

And those cats seem to understand, responding one after another.

Xia Xin suddenly sat at the dining table with some amusement, listening to Mi Zhiqiu's gentle name, and distributed food to each cat, "The cat I told you about jumped on my window sill during the summer vacation."

Mi Zhiqiu sighed, "Maybe you look like you have surplus food at home."

Xia Xin suddenly realized that he still hated himself for laughing at his pajamas, and rubbed the tip of his nose with his fingers, not daring to laugh out loud, "So landlord, what do we have for breakfast?"

As soon as the words fell, a cat stepped on Mi Zhiqiu's shoulder and jumped into the house. Mi Zhiqiu wanted to catch it, but in vain, he said a little speechlessly, "How about roasting the whole cat?"

Xia Xin also reached out to fish, "Then we have to grab the ingredients first."

The cat may have understood their words about tigers and wolves, and the two of them chased and chased them but couldn't catch them. In the end, Mi Zhiqiu brought the canned food and knocked the tinkling sound with a spoon, and the cat obeyed obediently and lay down at Mi Zhiqiu's feet belly up.

"I can see that he is a repeat offender." Xia Xin suddenly commented on this scheming cat.

"Indeed, I may have studied the psychology of cat slaves." Mi Zhiqiu picked up the limp cat and pushed the rascal out of the window.

He waved the can with the cat through the window, then stuffed it into his pocket, expressing his determination not to eat this set.

Sitting at the edge of the dining room, Xia Xin suddenly saw that the entire window was covered with maple leaves, and the window frame cut the flaming red into pictures.

Mi Zhiqiu stood in front of the window like a painter.

He said to Mi Zhiqiu, "Your mother must like autumn very much."

Even your name is Zhiqiu.

Mi Zhiqiu didn't understand his deep meaning, and looked out of the window, "But this tree was planted for the purpose of having shade in summer."

His voice was dyed orange in the morning light, and his ironing was warm, and his raised hair was like leaves blown by the wind.

This home and Mi Zhiqiu are both at the right temperature.

Xia Xinran thought he was a glass of soda water, wasted sodium, and then returned to mediocrity.

It wasn't until he met Mi Zhiqiu that he realized that even without carbon dioxide.

As long as it is 38 degrees 6, it will be able to bubble up every day, every day.