want to date my cat

The water hit Mi Zhiqiu's face and was squeezed into his eyes by the water pressure, making him feel sore physiologically.

Tears are weakly alkaline transparent liquid, 90.00% water, but it has been endowed with too many other meanings.It is related to emotion and conditioned reflex.Hearing that tears of joy have a weaker taste, while tears of sadness are more salty, Mi Zhiqiu thought amusedly, what kind of taste does yawning get.

Happiness and sadness have voices, loneliness and boredom are quiet.

The rushing water covered the sound of the rain outside the window, Mi Zhiqiu seemed to have gradually adapted to the temperature after the first shiver, so he simply turned off the lights and opened some windows to let some wind in to help.

Closing his eyes at this moment, he was like an ascetic practicing under a waterfall, the water dragged his hair against his face, and the dim bathroom with a little light from the window made his back like jade.

When taking a bath, it is easy to think, and it is easier to let go. He held his wrist and touched the faint pulse, and felt the warmth of the palm of his cold skin.Mi Zhiqiu yawned again, and finally turned off the water when he heard the sound of the door opening and closing when someone came back.

Just like when you wrap yourself in a towel after swimming, you will feel the warmth. The bath towel seems to have been warmed up, covering your body warmly. Mi Zhiqiu sneezed and put on his clothes.

The leader was just taking off his shoes, "Why are you taking a shower at this time, I didn't turn on any lights, I thought no one was there."

Mi Zhiqiu sat on the seat with a bath towel in his arms, "It's raining."

Seeing the wet umbrella on the ground, the leader raised his head and took a look. For some reason, he felt that Mi Zhiqiu was particularly white today.He thought very divergently, some people are white with light, and whiter without light, and he himself is black with light, and he merges with darkness without light.

The leader raised his hand and turned on the light, feeling that he couldn't think about such a realistic problem.

Mi Zhiqiu picked up the phone and took a look, and found that Xia Xinran hadn't gotten up yet, so he opened the past chat history.Turning back to the date when Xia Xinran wrote this postcard in the Netherlands, the two of them happened to not speak in those few days, and it was not abrupt for a blank to be mixed in the intermittent conversation.

They talk less than they write.

Mi Zhiqiu folded his arms on the table and thought, how could someone tell the other party that he was sick almost a month later.

He tugged at the petals of the plastic flower, looked at the flower that had been put on the desk openly because it was discovered, and pursed his lips, thinking about how to deal with this suspicious coquettish.

His thoughts jumped with joy and he stumbled because of hesitation. He put the new postcard into the storage envelope, and flipped through the previous postcard from the side. Various colors came out from the gaps, as if in a small space. The place is radiant.Mi Zhiqiu is like a space-time traveler. They took them to see the collections of the British Museum, stared blankly on the hillside of Edinburgh, and drove two hours to Lego Park in Windsor, where everything was piled up one by one.

He thought that if Xia Xin went to England suddenly, the relationship between the two of them would take a step forward or a step backward, and they would contact each other on a regular basis every day, or they would fall into a rigid situation from now on, each with burdens.

But it seems that Mi Zhiqiu always guesses the worst outcome about everything about him, but it is a matter of course that he has a development that is more reliable than all imaginations.Even now, no one has received a reply from the other party.

Unlike a letter, only a reply can form a dialogue. Xia Xinran is the one who sent the invitation, and Mi Zhiqiu is the one who replied sincerely. The former has not received an answer, and the latter has not seen a single comment.

Xia Xinran didn't ask Mi Zhiqiu if he had received the letter, and Mi Zhiqiu was counting the days every day, so he knocked on the phone screen, as if knocking on Xia Xinran's head, wanting to ask how he could hold his breath.

The phone screen lit up at this moment.

Probably because of receiving the radio wave of soul torture, Xia Xin suddenly sent an exclamation mark.

Mi Zhiqiu didn't move, he tapped three question marks with his fingers and went back.

Xia Xinran sent a whole row of exclamation marks this time, expressing enough shock.

This is rare, he often acts calmly as if the corners of his mouth cannot be raised more than [-] degrees, full stops and question marks can complete all the conversations, suddenly throwing over a dozen exclamation marks makes Mi Zhiqiu very curious.

"Win the lottery?"

He stared at the dialogue box and waited for the other party to answer, until the screen went dark for a degree, and then he thought that the person who had just woken up was not clear about his mind, and was just about to send another sentence, when a new message came back, it was a picture.

There are several postcards in the picture, and there is their school badge in the lower left corner, which is the set that Mi Zhiqiu bought.

"Brother kindly told me that your post was written incorrectly, so it took so long to send it over, and it was almost lost."

Xia Xin suddenly sent the correct zip code, and before Mi Zhiqiu could reply, he quickly sent another one, "I'm so happy!"

Mi Zhiqiu burst out laughing.

Just as the leader was about to put on the earphones, he looked sideways at Mi Zhiqiu, "What's wrong?"

Mi Zhiqiu's smile still hasn't subsided, and he said seriously, "I'm so happy."

The boss felt that he was not normal today. He was caught in the rain with an umbrella, and he looked frozen after taking a shower. He sat there playing with his mobile phone and laughed so much.

He dryly imitated Mi Zhiqiu, holding his throat and repeating, "I'm so happy."

As a result, Mi Zhiqiu didn't taunt back.

The leader confirmed that he was abnormal.

Before going to sleep, Mi Zhiqiu's body temperature was still normal, but his head hurt faintly, and he sneezed suddenly, looking very happy.

Dahei asked him if he wanted to drink a granule, but Mi Zhiqiu refused grumblingly, "This is a god-sent opportunity."

The leader is like a narrator, telling the story of Mi Zhiqiu's short-circuited brain today with the voice of the broadcaster.

Mi Zhiqiu was possessed by magnanimity, and completely forgot about his title of bickering champion, ignoring all the lights and sounds and preparing to go to sleep.

He once turned into a cat because of a mild cold, and those unscientific and unsourced things left only the clue of illness, and the remaining clue was Xia Xinran.

Mi Zhiqiu suddenly wondered whether he could travel around Europe after a month of illness.

It is always difficult for people to fall asleep when daydreaming, but this time he seemed to find the door to sleep immediately, walked in the door repeatedly in the dark, and fell asleep easily.

He opened his eyes and saw the bridge covered with golden leaves, and the row upon row of buildings hanging in the air, both familiar and unfamiliar, so he ran desperately, wanting to enter the next location.

He moved forward tirelessly, until he opened his eyes and looked out of the window again, it was already a new day.

The only time he wanted to become a cat, he failed.

In April, Mi Zhiqiu was in turmoil, and he had all kinds of illnesses with all his energy. He even drank wine once, and finally used up all his known conditions.

None of them got what they wanted.

He even thought about breaking his leg as a last resort, and then he took a deep breath, thinking that it was unnecessary.

I didn't go to the hospital when I turned into a cat, but I took the initiative to have a medical examination when I couldn't become a cat.

The doctor told him that everything is healthy and that physical examination is a good habit.

Mi Zhiqiu looked at the report with his head down, and only said thank you.

The blessing of the leaf in Coco brought the protagonist back to his place, and Xia Xinran also sent him the blessing of autumn leaves.

Mi Zhiqiu returned to her body, and could no longer go where she wanted to go.