want to date my cat

After Mi Zhiqiu went to university, she no longer felt like leaving school, and even the holidays came loose.

When I was in elementary school, I felt that there was a neat team after school, and the junior high school students ran like flying pigeons, and the dull high school was like canned food, digging out some walking dead from time to time.

What about college?

Mi Zhiqiu stood beside the bus stop, stepping on the afternoon light, waiting for the bus that would come every half hour.

In the pocket is the change specially brought out from the dormitory, fiddle with it twice, and you can hear the sound of colliding with each other.He likes sitting in the back of a bus with few people, and he likes the clang of welcome when a coin is tossed.

These moments are very similar to sleeping in the library when the exam is long away, or the moment when the hand slowly approaches the wing before catching a butterfly as a child.It always seems that that 1 minute is particularly comfortable and slow.

A cat poked its head out from the bushes beside him and barked at him. Its eyes looked expectant, but its posture was defensive. Mi Zhiqiu knelt down and fished out his pockets with some embarrassment, "If I give you cash, you can buy food by yourself. That's fine."

The cat obviously didn't understand, but it still responded.

Before leaving school, Mi Zhiqiu picked up his phone twice, and finally went directly to Xia Xinran's dormitory.

He measured the 18 meters many times, and this time he took thirty steps.

When he knocked on the door, Xia Xin was stepping on the suitcase, trying to zip it up, probably because he won't be able to live in the dormitory next semester, and he had to take a lot of things with him, and he even put an extra piece of cloth on the bookshelf to cover the ashes.

As if it was a half-year funeral.

Mi Zhiqiu knocked on the door frame and said to him, "I'm leaving."

Xia Xinran was still dragging her bulging suitcase, "I'll take you to the station."

He knew that Mi Zhiqiu liked to take a long detour to go home by bus.

Mi Zhiqiu pointed to his difficult finishing tasks, "No need, you are still busy."

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence, "Bon trip."

Xia Xin smiled suddenly, "I'm still planning to celebrate the New Year at home, so don't rush me away."

The afternoon light drew out a whole parallel line, and Xia Xin suddenly squatted there as if buried in the embrace of the sun.

The winter vacation always seems to be full of content because of the Spring Festival.

Although Mi Zhiqiu's mother never does housework, she has been obsessed with tidying the garden recently. Every day, she is like a little girl picking flowers, showing him a basket of fallen Magnolia leaves, thick and orange.

The leader asked everyone what they were doing in the group, and Mi Zhiqiu took a picture for them to see, "Appreciate the fruits of my mother's labor."

The leader replied with a picture of a Manchu banquet, "Why are the varieties of fruits of our mother's labor very different?"

Because they can't travel far, the online time of the male college students has become much longer, and the five of them happened to be in five rows together.

It seems that people who have lived together can create an atmosphere of living together at any time. Once when playing a game, they suddenly complained about Dahei, "I seem to smell the lord's instant noodles."

Mi Zhiqiu called him, "Don't rely on others when you're hungry."

The leader's voice can be heard to be startled, "What kind of dog nose are you, I turned off the microphone just now, and you can still smell it through the network cable."

Seeing that they sent the enemy a triple kill while they were talking, Xia Xin suddenly got used to it, and continued to command in an even and steady manner, and took revenge after 1 minute.

When Mi Zhiqiu's mother finally loses interest in the fallen leaves that grow every day in the garden, New Year's Eve will arrive.

His family's New Year's Eve is as simple as their birthday. Mi Zhiqiu even asked Xia Xinran during the New Year's Eve dinner if he would play games tomorrow. Xia Xinran replied quickly, "Aren't you going to visit relatives?"

Mi Zhiqiu bit his chopsticks, "Just ring the bell at the temple at midnight, and the year will be over."

Xia Xinran seldom saw such a unique way of doing things, recalling the way Mi Zhiqiu's mother held up a cauldron to let him blow the fire, it felt like their style, "It's quite romantic."

Mi Zhiqiu nodded where no one was looking, "The five yuan vegetarian dish is very delicious."

He thought for a while, "Maybe it's because everything is delicious at zero o'clock."

Without the fireworks, the New Year in the city became much quieter. The night swallowed up the bright starry river, but the bustling crowds made the temple lose its usual solemnity, and there was frequent excitement among the candlelight.

Mi Zhiqiu agreed to Xia Xinran's recording of the zero o'clock bell for him, but rejected another simple request.

"Show me what Su Zhai looks like."

"I can only help you taste it." Mi Zhiqiu suspected that his shooting skills would stimulate Xia Xinran's terrifying ability to describe, and decided to leave room for the other party's imagination.

The wooden bell makes each bell sound melodious and long, and you can hear the clear and clear sound from a distance. Mi Zhiqiu tried to record the sound of others ringing the bell a few times, and found it very pleasant. When it was his turn, Mi Zhiqiu turned off the voice memo and called Xia Xinran.

The other side answered very quickly, but only got a "wait a minute", as if wrapped in stuffiness, as if stuffed into a pocket.

The moist soil has a secret fragrance, and the candlelight shrouds the surroundings like cicada wings, soaking the sound too softly.

Xia Xin suddenly heard the bell ring three times, and it burst into ears.

Like fleeting fireworks.

The person on the phone did not know who to say thank you to, and seemed to walk a few steps before taking out the phone again, "Can you hear me clearly?"

Xia Xin smiled suddenly, and suddenly scolded him, "If you don't record it, I can only listen to it once."

Mi Zhiqiu didn't expect that his painstaking efforts would not be appreciated, "Are you going to revisit it every day?"

Xia Xinran could imagine that if he was by his side at this time, he must be looking up at him, and the eyelashes around his rounded eyes would look fluffy.

Some emotions are like tattoos, neatly planned, everyone thinks they know its size, but I only remember how it is filled and described with one stroke.He held back his laughter, but suddenly called his name.

Then, as if talking about something important, the voice was gentle and serious.

"In a few days, relatives will get married in your city."

your city.

A few dry words are displayed, soaked by water, but have a unique texture.

Mi Zhiqiu didn't know why, but always felt that this sentence was said seriously after he chewed it over and over again, and it carried a lot of other meanings.

But time did not allow him to think about it, so he stopped abruptly with this question and dragged the progress bar to compress and expand repeatedly.

At this time, he didn't know that later he would receive a message from Xia Xinran.

"I'm downstairs with you."

Then open the window, and you will see a leaf fall from the branch of Magnolia magnolia, and fall to a person's feet along the wind.

The man looked up at him from his bicycle with a bouquet of flowers in the basket.

It is tied into a hydrangea-like circular arc by ribbons.

It's like the bouquet in the bride's hand, blooming in winter, telling him that the answer is getting closer.