want to date my cat

Mi Zhiqiu's first reaction after reading it was to turn over the postcard and press the side with the words on his clothes.It seems that those words will read out by themselves after being exposed to the sun for a long time.It also seems that after being exposed to the air for a long time, it will evaporate with the happiness.

He first complained that Xia Xinran really knew it, and then looked back at the part-time students who were sitting there arranging their things. He didn't know why they always had the illusion that they might have read these contents, after all, there was no envelope.

And nothing sneaky about it.A serious little Mi Zhiqiu said in his heart to another little Mi Zhiqiu who wanted to bury his head in the ground.

Xiao Mi Zhiqiu, who buried her head, covered her ears and said that you don't understand.

Probably because there was too much inner drama, Mi Zhiqiu looked away in embarrassment, stared at the floor and finally suppressed the corners of his mouth, stared blankly for a while, and walked back to the post office.

When he talks to strangers, he always looks cold, and he is completely different from himself a second ago, but his voice is very gentle, "Can I send postcards here?"

The girl who was lowering her head looked up at him several times, "Yes, where can I send it?"

Mi Zhiqiu turned his back to the light, and his voice fell into the shadows, "By the way, is there anyone selling postcards?"

She pointed out, "It's in the stationery store next door."

Probably because this decision was too sudden, he bought a stack of school commemorative postcards and a pen, squatted in the corridor, leaned against the wall and began to reply.

The first sentence is what he misses the most, "I, I found the post office right away."

After writing it, he felt a little deliberate, and he thought amusedly, if it was typed on a mobile phone, it would probably be deleted at this time.In fact, he could choose to rewrite one. The postcards in the paper box were estimated to be enough for him for half a month, but he bit the cap of the pen and continued writing.

"Just like you haven't told me since you wrote the first postcard, I'm not going to tell you that I'll reply. Let's see who is the first to wonder if the other party has seen it."

It was a bit offending to say so, this time Mi Zhiqiu finally got a little disgusted, drew a horizontal line on this sentence, and then pulled out a new one.

He beat the manuscript a little before he began to write.

"The post office is easy to find. As long as you receive a postcard, Dad will reply to you, so that you can feel the warmth from the motherland all the time in a foreign country."

He paused for a moment, thinking about whether to imitate him and say something polite, but he wrote a pen and it turned into a stick figure, a cat sitting there with its tail circled to block its paws.

"This is the cat under the cherry blossom tree. I hope you can imagine the cherry blossoms blooming through my exquisite painting skills."

He filled in the address and signed the payment seriously.

Mi Zhiqiu.

If you cover your ears hard, you can hear a lot of sounds, like in a cave, the faint and fuzzy noise is mixed with the sound of the heart, and the beating of the pulse will vibrate to the palm through the ears.

Mi Zhiqiu likes to cover his ears when he writes, and when he lowers his voice, his breath will be very loud, as if being rubbed by sandpaper.Recently, he has picked up this habit of watching things, and those shallow laughter and sigh-like breathing have been magnified many times.

Xia Xinran’s postcards don’t arrive on time every day, some arrive in more than 20 days, and some arrive within half a month. It seems that they are a group of unpunctual customers. Once he even received three at the same time. It seems that some postman was lazy. I saved up a lot of letters before I started working.

Therefore, Xia Xinran's life was presented out of order in his eyes. On the fifth day, he had already slept on the bed like a pancake, and on the third day, he was still earnestly moving the mattress.Once in the middle, he put two postcards in an envelope, and the content was obviously written separately.

In the first one he was talking about the rain on the way to Greenwich, in the second he was talking about it.

"The postman knocked on my door today and told me that this postcard is overweight and I need to add another pound.

I guess it is because this time there are more words and the ink is heavy.

So in order to be able to write openly in the future, I decided to put two-pound stamps on all of them. "

Four one-pound stamps were lavishly pasted on it, enough for a meal in China. Mi Zhiqiu smiled, and put the postcards from the previous few days into this envelope.

Writing is so different from chatting online that even voice cannot replace it.

Handwritten words have feelings, and the font is more correct when you think about it slowly, and it looks scribbled when you are happy.Once, Xia Xin, who had written three typos in a row, suddenly drew a crying symbol on the side, and then carefully drew a circle on the typo, marking a pig's tail, signaling to delete the word.Just like the standard revision demonstration for elementary school students, it is definitely intentional to engage in such a big battle that can be solved by drawing a bar.

Xia Xinran also explained earnestly, "Every postcard is carefully selected and unique, so I won't change it. Not to mention it's so expensive."

Mi Zhiqiu smiled, as if he didn't notice that he was pretending to be cute, obviously the stamps are enough to buy a few postcards.

The word cute doesn't seem to suit Xia Xinran.

But he would laugh whenever he saw Mi Zhiqiu, no matter what he said, he would laugh easily.At that time, Mi Zhiqiu couldn't help but say something deliberately funny, making him smile and roll his eyes again.

Mi Zhiqiu took up a pen and wrote, "I'm willing to change it, after all, it's also one pound, you buy one, I'll buy a box."

No one answered the written words, but Mi Zhiqiu knew that Xia Xin would suddenly laugh when she saw it.

Long texts, written through thinking, are always different from short-term dialogues. When he was in school, Mi Zhiqiu felt that he seemed to have talked too much with Xia Xinran, and he needed to repeat it every day if he was hungry or not. But when he really wrote the letter, he realized that they still had so many things they didn't talk about.

Xia Xinran's latest postcard has a pattern of a double-decker bus, and the first sentence of the content on the back is very large.

He asked Mi Zhiqiu, "Did you have any dreams when you were young?"

The posture of a speech.

But apart from being read by others, there is also a part of the letter that you talk to yourself. No one will answer, and the content continues smoothly, "I wanted to drive a double-decker bus when I was young. At that time, I always thought that technology Development will increase the number of floors of the bus. When you grow up, you will have an eight-story bus, and when you get old, you will have an [-]-story bus.

As a result, there is no longer even a double layer.

I don't know what your childhood dream was. "

When Mi Zhiqiu read this postcard, his first reaction was to be stunned for a moment, but it seemed that he always became very frank when facing the words. According to his usual personality, he would probably complain about Xia Xinran, "You are quite simple." Then Divert the subject.

But the letter is a carrier that has enough time to think and cannot escape.

Mi Zhiqiu seldom had the time to answer seriously, and wrote whatever came to mind.

"I want to last all the happy times."

Reflexively, he complained about himself first. "

"It may be abstract, but I think so when I am happy and when others are unhappy."

Obviously the handwriting was very smooth, but he still flicked the pen.

"Maybe I didn't like to talk when I was young, so I thought a lot.

I find that eating chocolate all the time is not so enjoyable, but eating the first chocolate after a long time is very happy.

At that time, I couldn't express it, but I vaguely understood that it is very powerful to have long-term continuous happiness.

There has to be a way to have it, and the ability to feel it. "

Postcards can't fit too many words, but he suddenly has a lot to say, filling the last paragraph.

"The things I wanted to have are getting more and more easily, but the things I want to have are getting more and more difficult. Unlike other children, my childhood dreams are actually very practical."

"But this dream can only be fulfilled when I was a child."