want to date my cat

Xia Xinran was very bad at fighting when she was a child.

He didn't even remember saying what he wanted.I feel that my mother has been busy since I can remember, and my father will come back for a meal after a long time.

Only on the day when Dad came back, the dinner time would be stretched out like plasticine, and the three of them would sit around the table and read the newspaper to Xia Xinran.

There are probably not many children who can like to listen to the stories in the newspaper, but Xia Xin likes it very much.At that time, there would be an orange light on the small dining table, and the rough gray newspaper would be soaked by the light, revealing a little bit of writing on the other side.

Dad read one article, and mother read one article, until Xia Xin suddenly lay on the table so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes, the lamp would be dimmed, leaving a little heat like a firefly.

The era Xia Xin grew up in is changing with each passing day, but he always obediently suppresses those curiosity.He is very afraid of owning, and even more afraid of asking for it.

At that time, he didn't know what kind of TV series he was poisoned by, and he was always worried that one day his parents would say, I'm sorry to be born in a family like ours, if it was in someone else's house, it wouldn't be so hard.

He also thought out his lines and said, I just want you to be my parents.

But before the TV series that didn't know how many episodes had time to finish, the family moved into a big house.

Then get bigger and bigger.

It takes several steps to go from one end of the dining table to the other end, and the lights above the head are dazzlingly bright.

He never heard his parents sit next to him and read him a clumsy article in the newspaper.

Money is too delicate, it will make people work together on different sides, it will bind people's interests together, and it will also make people fall apart.

So when Xia Xinran walked into Mi Zhiqiu's house for the first time, he suddenly felt the right temperature, just like the aftermath after the orange lamp went out.

Children from such a family must be fearless.Xia Xinran had been thinking this way all along.

Until he saw the slightly crushed bottle in Mi Zhiqiu's hand, his heart suddenly collapsed.

Xia Xinran's first wish "I want not to work overtime next week" was shattered within a day.

He stacked Mi Zhiqiu up and down and left and right, hoping to take him on a business trip together.

This is really embarrassing for Mi Zhiqiu, after all, no matter how hard humans try, they cannot fold themselves left and right.

"This means that the company entrusts you with a heavy responsibility." Mi Zhiqiu patted him on the shoulder and comforted him.

Xia Xinran also patted himself on the shoulder to encourage him, "Do it well."

So at the end of the vacation, the leader rarely saw Mi Zhiqiu who was the first to return to the dormitory, "Where did this come from, you are the first to come back."

Mi Zhiqiu showed him the weather forecast on his phone.

"Northeast wind 3-4"

Very clearly written.

This gust of wind also brought Mi Zhiqiu the most relaxed midterm exam since college, and he even had time to think about whether the recent persimmons were delicious.

It has been a long time since such a serious topic was discussed in the dormitory group.

The leader of the theoretical school posted an answer on Baidu about "When is the best time to eat persimmons?" "Persimmons are best eaten after meals."

Practice sent Dahei to bring six persimmons along the way to find out.

Shaorui, who is more exploratory, is more concerned about, "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

Mi Zhiqiu thought for a while, "Because I suddenly wanted to grow persimmons the day before yesterday."

This answer is difficult to go deep into. Shaorui gave up the interview and chose to try the persimmons bought by Dahei with everyone.

And Mi Zhiqiu discovered a new Huadian, "Why did you buy six?"

Dahei smashed the persimmons into pieces, but his thoughts were very clear, "Let's add yard grass."

Mi Zhiqiu repeated, "We add Xia Xinran."

Obviously it's five people.

Da Hei looked at him bitterly, "It was you who told me that the fruits must be bought in even numbers."

So Mi Zhiqiu helped Xia Xinran who was not there and his obsessive-compulsive disorder to kill two additional persimmons.

At night, when he recalled that the leader posted in the group that "persimmons are best eaten after meals", Mi Zhiqiu, who ate three big persimmons every day on an empty stomach, had already suffered backlash.

It's too late.

So Xia Xin suddenly heard Mi Zhiqiu's accusation on the phone at night, "It's all your fault."

The cause and effect are very difficult to straighten out, but hearing Mi Zhiqiu chanting extremely weakly, he couldn't help laughing.

The culprit was so arrogant that Mi Zhiqiu fell asleep with anger in his arms.

So when he opened his eyes again, he thought he had fainted from anger, and there was actually a huge persimmon tree in front of his face, towering into the sky, and each fruit was as big as a head.

Mi Zhiqiu kicked his head, and looked down as if suddenly reacting.

It's furry paws.

"Ah." Mi Zhiqiu was a little surprised and wanted to sigh, but heard a "meow".

He kicked his chin again with his hind legs, thinking belatedly, this shouldn't be a dream.

After all, he hasn't turned into a cat for a long time.

So in the next second, he looked up and saw Xia Xinran on the eaves.After so long, it seems that the criterion for dreaming still depends on Xia Xin's appearance.

Mi Zhiqiu jumped onto the roof beam after a long absence, using human buildings as cat climbing frames, and jumped onto the eaves.

While the city is bustling, it retains countless buildings in alleys, and many cafes are built on the roofs of courtyard houses, so quiet that you can hear the moonlight.

Xia Xin suddenly sat in the corner, probably because the matter had not been dealt with yet, the faint light from the computer refracted on the flat mirror.

Mi Zhiqiu jumped onto his desk originally to scare him, but Xia Xin suddenly turned his eyes a little out of focus, as if the computer had been stuck for two seconds before reacting.

Ah it's a cat.

Mi Zhiqiu always felt that he was typing these three words calmly in his mind.

Obviously when I called, I couldn't tell that he was busy, nor could I tell that he was tired.Mi Zhiqiu blinked her round cat eyes slowly.

Xia Xin looked at him and blinked twice, and suddenly said with a sigh, "It's over, I think every cat looks like him."

Everyone is like anyone.

Mi Zhiqiu no longer wondered about the answer to this question.He shook his tail, and pushed Xia Xin's arm that was suddenly resting on the table with his forehead.

Xia Xin stretched out his hand suddenly, stroked Mao Mao's forehead along his back to his tail, and then stroked back against Mao Mao.

Mi Zhiqiu followed his instinct to raise his butt, feeling as comfortable as an electric shock.

Technician Master Xia did not forget to comment, "He doesn't know how to lift his butt."

When Mi Zhiqiu turned around, he slapped him across the face.

The cat's paws that don't stick out their nails are meat pads, and they are still a little elastic when they are patted on the arm, but Xia Xin dodges suddenly reflexively, and knocks over the coffee cup to the ground, and the cup bursts open.

Xia Xin suddenly bent down to pick up the fragments on the table, and stretched out her hand to pat the cat's head amusedly, "The temper is so similar."

The black pupils of the cat at night will expand, turning into a fat circle, looking very innocent, Xia Xin asked it suddenly, "Are you Mi Zhiqiu?"

The cat's eyes blinked, and they were as black as a mirror.

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