want to date my cat

There is no end to human desires, and lust after indulgence will feel empty instead.

If you draw a boundary and advise yourself to stop here, then whenever you approach the critical point, you will secretly move this line back, and you will get greater satisfaction.

Human happiness is often so step by step.

For example, Mi Zhiqiu, who realizes that he has gained weight, is faced with a bowl of noodles.

First he said he would not drink soup, and immediately ate half a bowl of soup, then he said he would not finish eating, and comforted himself that he was only [-]% full after eating.

Right now I'm sipping my drink through a straw.

It was obviously the money for a meal, but it seemed that he had received three extra rewards.

Mi Zhiqiu bit down on the straw and decided to praise himself for being so optimistic.

He actually thought about why his weight didn't decrease with his clothes, and he thought it must be because Xia Xinran dragged him to run at night before, which made him develop the bad habit of eating too much at night.

If you want to understand, you want to understand, but you are determined not to continue to maintain the habit of exercising.

Obviously they all left.

Mi Zhiqiu insisted on arguing with himself about these vain things, and raised his healthy life directly to the level of resisting Xia Xin's sudden remnants.

He looked at the straw hanging on the paper box in his hand, felt that it was bitten like a piece of plastic, then looked away in disgust, and secretly threw it into the trash can.

Resolutely refuse to admit why it looks so familiar.

Mi Zhiqiu became a little awkward.

In fact, he didn't know whether these were the arrogance born of An Xin or the twisted twists of strange psychology.

It takes 30 seconds longer to reply to Xia Xinran's message. The frequency of looking for him must be lower than that of the other party looking for me. These thoughts are like a little girl, just like discovering a few catties of meat after winter for the first time in my life. , comes with spring.

Very inexplicable.

Mi Zhiqiu stepped on the lines on the floor tiles, walked back to the dormitory gradually, and cleaned up the red dots on every software in the phone.

Today, my roommate has classes in the afternoon, so it's rare that he went to eat alone.

Mi Zhiqiu actually likes these occasional moments alone, as if the second hand and the light in the afternoon move slowly, the glass is clear and the oranges are brilliant.

The cherry blossoms in the school are counted on the right date, and they bloom in March.The cat is the model who can pick the scene best. The sycamore in the road, it only chose the pink cherry tree, squatted there quietly to comb its hair, and then suddenly fell on its side like a beauty lying on the bed, and licked its stomach. The hair is tall, the legs stand up high, and the orange hair looks like a chicken thigh.

Mi Zhiqiu's metaphors are always extreme, either romantic or appetizing.

He still remembered Xia Xinran complaining to him before, "The cat must be secretly working as a kneader."

Xia Xin suddenly buried her face in the cat's warm fur and took a breath.

"Otherwise, why would you smell like rice all over your body?"

Mi Zhiqiu commented on the posture of the cat stepping on the milk, "It is true, the force is even, and it is convenient to make the dough loose and porous."

Xia Xin suddenly looked at the cat stepping on the air intoxicatedly, loosened and retracted its paws, and suddenly became vigilant, "Do you think there is an uncle living inside the cat?"

Mi Zhiqiu comforted him, "I've kissed eight people already."

Why curse it to be possessed by the uncle at this time.

The cat sitting under the tree didn't know if he heard him secretly slandering the true identity of his companion. He looked up at the approaching human, circled noblely, and disappeared behind the tree.

Mi Zhiqiu continued to lower his head to clean up the red dots on the software, and found that there were hundreds of unread text messages, so he quickly deleted them.

As a result, just after clearing, another new text message popped up. It was the post office reminding me that there were letters that I hadn't picked up.

Mi Zhiqiu couldn't think of anyone who would send him a letter, and just about to delete it, he felt that he had no class in the afternoon, so he should take a detour to digest.

The premise is that he knows the way.

The teaching area of ​​the school is a maze to him, and the post office hidden deep in the teaching building is only seen when passing by.

He politely asked his classmate how to get to the post office, and the other party smiled at him apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm also a freshman."

Mi Zhiqiu took a deep breath and didn't have the nerve to correct others.

Lu Chi finally arrived at the destination with the help of enthusiastic people. This was Mi Zhiqiu's first visit to the school's post office, and the table was full of postal transcripts and documents.He looked around but didn't see his name, and was about to ask someone, when he found a box on the table, which was full of things like letters and postcards.

The rhythm that had been wrongly shot finally caught up with his brain circuit, and Xia Xin, who was still spinning in his mind just now, was suddenly forgotten by him, and he reappeared at this time.

He instinctively realized who sent it to him.

The postcards in the box are like open stories, and when you turn over to see the signature, you always accidentally pay attention to other contents.Each one has different handwriting and colorful patterns, and the stamps stamped on it are arbitrary, and they traveled all the way here to wait quietly next to each other.

The one belonging to Mi Zhiqiu is very easy to find, because the sender's address is in English and the postmark is very special.Xia Xinran's Chinese is the same as others, smooth and smooth, simple and smooth, but English is square and square, and seems to be worried that the postman can't understand clearly.

There was no process of opening the postcard, so Mi Zhiqiu accidentally saw the first sentence when she got it in her hand.

"I don't know how long it takes for a letter to be sent back from England, or if this is the first letter to arrive."

He didn't know why he walked to the door with a guilty conscience before continuing to look down.

"The official said it would arrive in a week, but some online answers took as long as a month.

In short, this is my first day in the UK, and I have a red mailbox downstairs, which is as red as the telephone box on the easiest British souvenir keychain.

That's why I chose this one. "

Mi Zhiqiu turned it over and took a look, and saw that the pattern on the back was a red telephone booth on the street, and at first glance it had the taste of England.He smiled, feeling that Xia Xinran's combination of pictures and texts was in place, then turned it over and continued reading.

"From now on, I will put a letter with the address of the school in that mailbox every day, and I hope that the postman can deliver it to you in the future on time.

On time probably means hoping that they will arrive in order by date.

I should be able to write every day, but you can save it for a few days and pick it up again, after all, the way from the dormitory to the post office is too difficult to remember. "

The irony in the last sentence was too strong, Mi Zhiqiu clicked his lips, and because he predicted so accurately, he couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.

"If you have time, you can write me back, and it's the same if you send me WeChat. After all, your writing must be better than mine, so let me admire the artist's writing.

It’s just that it’s best to take a picture of what I wrote and show it to me. I suspect that I won’t remember it after too long. "

At the end of the writing, probably because there was not enough space, the words became a little smaller, as if I shrank in the last line with some embarrassment.

Mi Zhiqiu lowered his head to see clearly.

"You said that only words can go to the right place day and night upside down.

I think so. "