want to date my cat

When Mi Zhiqiu thought of himself this way, he regretted it, regretted it very much.

Because he was rarely encouraged by the green tree to be more straightforward, and told Xia Xin what he was thinking, "I miss you a little."

Xia Xin's hahahaha in the dialog box almost filled the screen, and then he said, "You are so cute."

Mi Zhiqiu hugged her phone and felt the demon "Get up early" throbbing in her temples, bewitching herself to do such a shameful thing, a little self-defeating, "Cute ass."

Xia Xin suddenly replied, "Farts are cute too."

The part of summer that belongs to summer vacation is special. It is the low-temperature air conditioner wrapped in a quilt, and the light comes in and has temperature, but the air is cold.

When he was a child, he didn't understand why the freezer was covered with a quilt, he only knew that when he opened the corner of the cotton cloth, there were colorful packages inside.At that time, he was too young, and he would always get sticky cream in his hands when he held up the ice cream. Growing up meant to him at that time that he would not get his hands dirty after eating a whole ice cream.

He also asked Xia Xinran, "Did you eat popsicles all over your hands when you were young?"

Xia Xinran's reply was very tricky, "I feel that the picture is quite cute."

Mi Zhiqiu has been allergic to the word cute for the past two days, so she remains silent.

For Mi Zhiqiu in those years, summer vacation was a luxury.Summer means a new grade test. Every day he takes his violin to the piano room and marks a few scores with handwriting of various colors. At that time, the only thing he can play is a fruit game on the mobile phone of the accompanying teacher. At that time He was so young that he couldn't write the word lychee yet, but he already knew that the icon of lychee represented the reward with the highest score.Until finally one year, he no longer had a higher level to take the exam, so for the first time he had a summer at his disposal.

For children, no matter how much money they control, they may not be able to control a summer of happiness, because at that time money was just money, which was used to buy happiness and satisfaction. Summer is a little more powerful than money, and it is more happiness and satisfaction.

So he changed from carrying a violin to carrying a bicycle. He leaned on the wall in the community alone, learned to ride a bicycle stumbled, and became friends with the dogs in the yard.

Xia Xinran was very interested in the last sentence in his description, "Is that the feeling of a local dog boss?"

Mi Zhiqiu turned over and put the phone next to the other ear, "At that time, it seemed that raising large dogs was popular. Our row of garages was filled with Dalmatians, giant poodles, border collies, golden retrievers and Tibetan mastiffs."

When he heard about the last breed, Xia Xin suddenly felt that if he hadn't been to that neighborhood, he might have wondered if his home was in some high-risk area in the north, "Then you are riding a bicycle, don't you look like you are being hunted down?"

Mi Zhiqiu laughed, "It's impossible to keep large dogs free, but then I took a few dogs out and it was really cool."

Xia Xin thought about it suddenly, "I didn't find so many dogs when I went there."

Mi Zhiqiu let go of his hand, and the lying position allows the phone to continue to stick to his ear, "Because it's really gone, it was too many years ago."

The summer of more than ten years ago was like a slightly hot mobile phone screen, which happened to be hot. At that time, there were many dogs and few cars, and a pair of shoes would make you crazy until dark. Mi Zhiqiu was young enough to ride on a Tibetan mastiff, looking forward to the next one summer vacation.

Now that he has grown up to the age that he can remember, he has experienced life and death. In retrospect, most of the dogs left on a certain day, some because of moving, some because the whole family immigrated. At the end of his life, he was buried in the yard with the seeds, and the flowers bloomed.

Those moments are turning points, but they are just ordinary days. Only by comparing the memories and the present can we find that the accumulated details make up the changes.Why do people with vicissitudes of life like to talk about the years, the days and months of the years, and finally today.

Xia Xinran's voice seemed to leak from the microphone, "Although life spans are different, many people still like to live with animals."

Mi Zhiqiu continued, "People still like to live with the immortal mahogany furniture and jade."

Xia Xin suddenly smiled, "There are enough contempt chains, don't add life span."

Mi Zhiqiu sighed, "When I grow up, I don't dare to keep small animals. I'm always worried that it will leave me."

Xia Xin suddenly yelled at him secretly, "So you raised a cat on the balcony."

"That's different." Mi Zhiqiu put out his own encyclopedia of nonsense again, "They are free, so even if one day a cat never comes again, I still feel that they just found the life they want more. "

After he finished speaking, he heard Xia Xin suddenly laugh again, "Mi Mi is so pessimistic."

Mi Zhiqiu felt that the sound of Mi Mi made the phone heat up even more, and he took the phone away from his ear as if he was a little disgusted and hot, "I'm going to take a shower!"

But before he put down his phone, Xia Xinran's wechat message popped up on the screen with a ding.

"You wait."

Xia Xinran seldom sent a message so quickly after a phone call, and Mi Zhiqiu gurgled up when he saw the next message while holding his phone.

"Look at the time."

Mi Zhiqiu Mingming grabbed the phone and glanced at the clock reflexively. The minute hand was about to make a full circle, helping to end the day.

There are still a few minutes until twelve o'clock.

The days of the summer vacation were muddled, he couldn't remember the day of the week, let alone the date, he replied with a question mark a little slow, and Xia Xin's typing suddenly turned into a paragraph.

"A cat may only accompany you for one-tenth of your life."

"And it just so happens that I have just participated in one-tenth of your life, and it will become one-fifth, one-half in the future."

"If we try to grow old, we can be infinitely closer to one in the end."

Mi Zhiqiu watched the words on the dialogue box flickering and going out, and finally seemed to be still for a long time. He thought a little funny, maybe Xia Xin suddenly felt too nasty to say it.

In the next second, the voice from the other side came over.

Mi Zhiqiu clicked to listen, the first sentence Xia Xin seemed to cover her face and said, "If you hadn't hung up the phone, I might be embarrassed to sing."

Then he heard Xia Xin suddenly sing "Suddenly miss you so much."

Before Mi Zhiqiu had time to laugh, Xia Xinran laughed first.

The minute hand is chased by the night, and finally meets the hour hand at zero.

Xia Xin suddenly said, "Happy birthday."

Mi Zhiqiu's name is knowing autumn, but he was born in midsummer, burning in July like Xia Xinran's name.

It has been many years since his birthday.

It's as if time is a fragment amputated by the year, and birthdays are the marks inside. In spring, summer, autumn and winter, flowers bloom at intersections, and red lights are green.

Until one day, a person said that he wanted to make a difference in his life, and he seemed to have found a new sign.

Mi Zhiqiu also typed the whole screen hahahaha, and then praised Xia Xinran, "You are cuter."