want to date my cat

Dreams are wonderful.

Sometimes when I dream about things from a long time ago, I feel illusory and powerless, and sometimes I know that a beautiful dream is empty, but I still indulge in it for a short time.

It is easy for Mi Zhiqiu to dream of a scene where he is being chased by someone in a maze of containers. He does not know where to escape or who is behind him. He just feels confused and anxious, and is forced to choose every intersection.

When he woke up, he hadn't recovered from the chase. He stared at the tree in front of him for a while, then looked down, and then kicked himself on the back of the head.

Ah, to be able to do such a difficult movement.

Mi Zhiqiu thought, she has become a cat again.

Maybe he can try licking his ass, he thought for a while suddenly.

This scene has happened many times, and it has produced a subtle sense of déjà vu.Mi Zhiqiu looked up at the sky, thinking that he might see Xia Xinran when he turned around.

Regardless of whether the land is full of spring flowers and autumn fruits, whether it is lush or sleeping, the sky is always an ignorant blue, and the clouds are running fast in a far away place, but they just move leisurely when they fall in the eyes.

Mi Zhiqiu moved his ears, heard footsteps behind him, jumped into the grass, and ran to the playground where no one was there during the day.

He didn't know whether it was because of the fluffy fur, or because the morning light was extraordinarily strong in winter, but he even felt that the wind was very mild. The snow and dry grass on the lawn were kneaded together, like a natural blanket, fluffy and cold.

The snow was caught on the four paws, and condensed into small white balls. After running for a while, it would be shaken. A passing student saw it and looked around.

Mi Zhiqiu called out to them, and they excitedly said how cute he was, knelt down to say hello, wishing they could conjure up canned food to lure him over.

It’s easy to be happy being a cat, and a little kindness can bring a smile to a human being’s face.

It's a pity that cats don't know the meaning of smiling. They find that humans have no tails and their emotions are unpredictable. Only Mi Zhiqiu can enjoy this unique understanding.

He even felt the decibels neatly summed up the categories in his ears. He could choose to listen to the sound of a small bug pawing the soil five meters away, or the small friction of the snow on the eaves pushing each other, ready to push each other to the ground. .

The color of the world has dimmed, but it has become richer. He seems to have a natural love for running. When he sees a pillar or a step, he will want to go up and act like a baby.

Just like every cat.

He wants to run 5000 meters in an empty playground. With this body that will not get tired, he will forget all his troubles in the wind. He also wants to know what it is like to have his body buried in snow. Must be very happy.

But what jumped into his eyes first was not the snow on the playground, but the figure that appeared here early in the morning.

He flew so far, escaped the dormitory, and then met the source of his troubles.

It seems that after becoming a cat, meeting Xia Xinran is a destined result.

Or he turned into a cat just to meet Xia Xinran.

The cat sneezed and sat down.

The sound was absorbed by Xue, and it became short and cute. Mi Zhiqiu thought, it was because of a cold.

Xia Xin, who had attacked him the most during the snowball fight the day before, suddenly turned around, looked at the source of the sound, and asked it with a smile, "Why are you here today, do you have a cold?"

Mi Zhiqiu stared at him without saying a word.

Cats have such a privilege. Even when they are in a daze, they seem noble and meaningful, and their every move is elegant.

Xia Xinran claimed to be old friends with it, and didn't mind the kitten's indifference at all, squatting down to introduce her new work to it.

A small snowman nestled in the snow, probably bigger than Xia Xin's palm, with branches he found somewhere on both sides, and a leaf on his head as a hat.

Mi Zhiqiu came over and squatted beside him, silently complaining that this man is really leisurely, and he came here early in the morning to do handicrafts alone.

Xia Xin didn't know if he could see the clue from its calm face, and buried his face in his arms with a smile, "It's ugly."

Mi Zhiqiu thought, if he barked twice, would he be regarded as "pretty" or "ugly".

Xia Xin suddenly reached out and touched its head, probably because those hands were still touching the snowman just now, and they were uncharacteristically cold, and felt like soft snow through the quilt.

"He will definitely say ugly."

Xia Xinran talked to himself, and mentioned "he" again.

He leaned on his arms with his face sideways, his eyes closed gently, as if he felt amused, a little crooked, "It seems that every time you are here, I am discussing him with you."

Seemingly unprepared for a response, Xia Xin suddenly stretched out his fingers and hooked the cat's chin, "Maybe it's because of this that I think you resemble him."

Mi Zhiqiu was a little guilty, and obediently raised her chin, accepting his hand touching her soft jawline.

The neck is the most vulnerable part of a small animal, this action seemed very intimate, Xia Xin suddenly touched its beard, seemed very satisfied and seemed to be in a daze, and suddenly sighed.

Mi Zhiqiu looked at him, feeling that she knew what he was thinking.

Snow has a smell, but even a cat's nose can't smell it right. It just thinks that the smell is blue, and it may be the same as clouds.

Telling a secret to a cat seems to be easier than telling anyone. His shallow voice exudes the smell of clouds like snow, like whispering.

"I haven't introduced you to him, but his name is Mi Zhiqiu."

Last night Xia Xinran's indifferent cautiousness caused Mi Zhiqiu's heart to produce soft and chaotic sounds, and at this moment, Xue finally took care of her.

Hearing him say something with conclusive evidence seems to have a different meaning, and Mi Zhiqiu was driven by instinct to rub his head against the corner of his clothes.

Xia Xin smiled and hooked its tail. The tail stood up high, which was much easier to understand than the unpredictable human heart. "What happened suddenly? Do you like his name very much?"

That's my name.

Mi Zhiqiu opened his mouth and let out a cry.

Then another sneeze followed, and Mao seemed to explode in response.

Xia Xinran hadn't seen a cat sneezing yet, but after seeing it twice, she picked out a yellow leaf from the snow with a smile.

"I've seen a movie called Coco before. I don't know if you in the cat kingdom like to watch cartoons."

He shook the leaf in his hand, and seriously explained to the cat looking up at him, "If I bless you with this leaf, you will soon be healthy."

That's not such a story at all.

But Mi Zhiqiu saw Xia Xin holding up the leaf seriously.

The veins of the fallen leaves are clear, and as you get closer, you can see the shades of gold blending together.

With a woody smell, it leaned closer and touched the cat's nose lightly.

In the story, the blessing of this leaf will bring the protagonist back to where he should be.

It's a mistake, and it seems to be a prophecy.

When Mi Zhiqiu got up from the bed, he touched his nose, turned on his phone, and saw that Xia Xinran had just sent himself a photo.

The crooked little snowman has two arms and no face.

Xia Xinran's message arrived immediately, "You said it yesterday."

Mi Zhiqiu thought, what did I say yesterday.

Ah, he looked at the moon and sighed that he should make snowmen during the day.

Mi Zhiqiu smiled, and replied to the message, "Very ugly."