want to date my cat

The tip of the pen poked a black dot on the paper, Mi Zhiqiu raised the pen a little bit, and poked it again at the adjacent place, as if a pair of dazed eyes appeared.

Before he went to college, he had the habit of writing essays by hand. Maybe this was too out of place in the dormitory life of male college students. Out of instinct, when a roommate asked him "what to write" for the first time, he learned it by himself. Cope with "organizing notes" effectively.

After that, he changed to using a mobile phone memo to write down what he wanted to write.

Maybe it was a coincidence, after more than a year, the leader asked him, "Are you studying?"

Mi Zhiqiu picked up what was obviously an exercise book and waved it, "I'm writing an essay."

Completely opposite dialogue and scenes.

The leader is a guy who likes to draw stick figures in textbooks, but he is very interested, "What masterpiece did Teacher Mi write?"

Mi Zhiqiu poked a dot on the paper again, "Just wait for Teacher Meng to come up with a question."

This was embarrassing for the leader, he turned his head around and felt that he was tied up, and scanned the desk with some hesitation, "You are still doing propositional composition, so what about dinner?"

Mi Zhiqiu took a look, "Are you asking me to write a copy for Master Kang?"

The leader shook his head and felt that this topic was not suitable for Mi Zhiqiu's homework, "Then smoke?"

Mi Zhiqiu stretched out his hand, shook his fingers, as if giving me one.

The leader took the cigarette case and squeezed it, and the lid flipped over, "Aren't you a non-smoker?"

Mi Zhiqiu took one out, sniffed it close to his nose, "How to complete the problem without trying."

The leader handed him the lighter, "I can write about how you smoked second-hand smoke in the dormitory."

Mi Zhiqiu gave him a sincere smile, "It will probably be written as a report letter."

Mi Zhiqiu didn’t like cigarettes when he was a child. Those cigarettes with greetings between the cups, and the flattering flames lit by bending down became a symbol that he took for granted in childhood, just like small animals instinctively resisting light and heat. He intuitively felt that What belongs to cigarettes, those extravagant gray smoke, is something accumulated deep in the chest cavity of adults.

But what is it.

Children like to remember things they don't understand. Although it is not their intention to explore, when the answers to well-known puzzles are revealed bit by bit, they will suddenly realize that this is the doubt they have buried.

Mi Zhiqiu never thought that one day he would take the initiative to try something like this.

He leaned against the window of the balcony and lit a cigarette, just like a child playing with a firecracker at the window, stretched out his arms, put the cigarette there, and watched it burn slowly.

Minors only have the right to smoke secondhand smoke.Although the 8mg of tar cannot be shared equally, the 7mg of carbon monoxide can be shared.

With these carbon and oxygen, he had smelled the shape of smoke.When a person is alone, the smoke is emotional, the burning of shredded tobacco raises the eyebrows, the silent smoke is like dust, the lazy smell is loose, the smoker does not speak, the smoke tells.

Most people’s first cigarette has more emotions, strong curiosity, indifferent attempts, irresistible hospitality, and desperate sadness.

Mi Zhiqiu's first cigarette belonged to Xia Xinran.

He holds a pen and wants to write about spring, but what he smells is the familiar smell on the shirt. The smell of laundry detergent has been stored in the closet for more than a month. It seems that there is only a slight illusion of dampness left, but it is like the smell of Xia Xin passing by suddenly.He thought about writing about him, but poking the paper suddenly wanted to talk about spring with Xia Xin.

what a strange thing.

Mi Zhiqiu hugged his shoulders, and finally got close to the cigarette. It didn't smell bitter, it seemed more of a blueberry aroma.

He had never wanted to talk to Xia Xinran that much before, the distance between them was more like water, so calm that ripples occasionally appeared, but after seeing the maple leaf, he had never wanted to talk to Xia Xinran that much either.

It seems that any vocabulary will reveal one's own thoughts. Even if there is no expression, the wording will still be abrupt, and if there is no sound, the punctuation will also be exposed.

Mi Zhiqiu finally picked up the cigarette, like biting a straw, and took a slow breath.

It is difficult for beginners to put the smoke deeply into the lungs, and they only use their mouths as chimneys to produce and sell themselves.The smoke swirled around in the mouth, trapped in nowhere, and slowly fell asleep between the lips and teeth, turning into a sweet astringency.

Opened his mouth, only to get a piece of nothingness.

No big deal.

Mi Zhiqiu once saw cigarettes in Xia Xinran's bedroom, and only lit it once. He frowned and rushed to the place farthest from him in the room, deliberately wagging his tail very fast.

Cats wagging their tails are different from dogs, the faster they go, the more unhappy they are. Xia Xin suddenly turned around and thought she saw some small fan, smiled and snuffed out the cigarette, and never smoked in front of it again.

At that time, Mi Zhiqiu didn't realize why he had such a strong desire to perform as a cat when he smelled smoke in the dormitory without blinking his eyes.

But even if he thinks about it, this person who loves to escape will probably feel that, because cats don't care about interpersonal relationships.

Cats are born to be loved.

Just like he never thought about it before, why Xia Xinran never smoked in front of him.Even if the leader asked if he wanted one, Xia Xinran would only politely tease Mi Zhiqiu instead of refusing, "I can't increase the density of smoke in this room anymore, I feel like it will be the last straw to overwhelm him."

It is probably only at this time that Mi Zhiqiu will recall that Xia Xinran used to be a smoker, and he only had a light soapy smell after taking a bath, which is hard to associate with the thick shredded tobacco.

Mi Zhiqiu was actually quite curious, "When did you start smoking?"

Xia Xin seemed to have thought about it for a long time, "Let's start from the day my dad handed it to me."

The meaning of a group of people smoking is like sharing a bonfire in ancient times.

Regarding the onlookers watching the smoke and flames, there are signs in the genes. Everyone gathers together to smoke and smoke, and make a small contribution to destroying the environment.

Mi Zhiqiu asked smoothly, "Then why don't you smoke anymore?"

Xia Xin suddenly turned to look at him, "You have never seen me smoking, why are you congratulating me on my return?"

Mi Zhiqiu has made countless loopholes, without blinking, "Look at the face."

As a result, Xia Xinran also said these three words at the same time, almost in unison.

Mi Zhiqiu laughed and changed an excuse, "Because you and the leader didn't say you don't smoke, but because I don't smoke."

Xia Xin nodded suddenly, applauding his reasoning ability at all times, "Because of you."

Mi Zhiqiu didn't know why he repeated it, so he hummed with some doubts, and the ending sound was swayed.

Xia Xin suddenly explained, "Why don't you smoke anymore?"

Because of you.

Answering the previous question in this way seems natural and against harmony, Mi Zhiqiu quietly got goosebumps, suspecting that this person deliberately disgusted himself again, he clicked his tongue.

The super loud kind.

Even if the smell of smoke is too light, the neurotransmitters released by the synaptic vesicles still try to tell.

Smoking is telling a story, but it is not the cigarette that tells the story, but the person who consumes the cigarette. The plot of each cigarette is exciting and mixed, but it is a pity that after turning around, only the gray taste in the air is left to be concealed. The fire was burning in front of my eyes.

In the afternoon in China, Britain was still sleeping. Mi Zhiqiu knew that he would reply when he woke up, but he always used to wait until he was about to wake up before sending messages.

I told him to take pictures of the clothes I borrowed, thank you.Mi Zhiqiu looked through the records while thinking, and found that in the intermittent chat records, Xia Xin sent messages at night a few times before, and he replied to him after he got up, and he could reply miraculously, obviously it should be very late in London.

Mi Zhiqiu flipped through it again, and found that it was like this every time for more than half a month.

It has never been smoke that pleases people, but people to please smoke, throwing half of their bodies dedicated to the smoke to trample on, in exchange for 3 minutes of peace.

Mi Zhiqiu felt a can of Coca-Cola being opened next to his ear, and the bubbles burst out.

He exhaled the third puff of smoke, as if he had returned to the time when he performed ha-heat for Xia Xin in winter, it always felt a little funny.

Why do people who don't sleep late suddenly choose all their classes in the afternoon in order to stay up late.

Could it be to get a few hours closer to another person's clock.