cat writing love poems

The small restaurant serves food very quickly.

It didn't take long for the dishes we ordered to arrive one after another.

When Lu Ziyan helped the store manager arrange each dish, by coincidence, the one she liked the most was placed in front of her.

He also served the rice and put it in front of her, very naturally, with a sense of skill.

Luo Jia took the bowl from his hand, and slowly shifted her gaze from his hand to his face.

He was wearing a mask, and he hadn't taken it off since meeting him at the Internet cafe.

From the exposed half of the face, you can see the high bridge of the nose, and under the broken black hair are a pair of eyes as black as night, as if flowing a gentle but silent river.

That feeling of déjà vu reappeared.

For a moment, Luo Jia wondered if she was out of her mind, or if she was thinking about the past frequently recently, so she actually had this illusion about a person she just met.

Lu Ziyan looked up, met her gaze, remained silent for a second, and asked, "What's wrong."

"Don't you take off your mask?" When she asked this question, she felt very courageous.

The heartbeat was fast, but the eyes did not avoid it.

"Forgot." He said softly, "Thank you for reminding me."

After he finished speaking, he hooked the string of the mask behind his ears with his fingers and took it off, and he put the mask aside.

In a short movement, Luo Jia immediately saw his thin and curvy silhouette, his thin lips, lightly pursed, and his skin was so white that it seemed chilly, like a taciturn statue.

Also like a long time ago, her ignorant and vague crush.

Then he stood up, walked away a few steps, found the owner and asked where the hot water was.

Luo Jia looked at his back secretly from the side. He was tall and slender, wearing a spacious black coat and trousers. If it wasn't for the bright lights in the store, he seemed to blend into the night at any time.

She once gave her brother a peaked cap a gift. When she was buying homework books in the stationery store next to the school, she saw a mobile phone pendant, which was a black cat.She bought it without thinking because he was always dressed in black and she thought it looked like him.

Lu Ziyan brought back the kettle and poured a cup of hot water in front of her.

Seeing her staring blankly, he put the water glass in her palm.The warmth suddenly spread from her frozen palm to her fingers.

Lu Ziyan said, "Let's eat."

After Luo Jia took the cup, she held it in her hands. The water temperature was slightly hot, but within the acceptable range.

The temperature of the winter night is a bit low, and the temperature of the hot water in the cup is ironing the palm of my hand, like my own blood boiling.

She looked at the dots of light dangling on the surface of the water in the glass, the turbulence continued for a long time.

After a long time, he whispered, "...Thank you."

This meal she ate in silence.

Her parents taught her not to eat or sleep, not to talk when eating, and to swallow food even if she wanted to talk.

In the past, she used to be quiet when eating, but after college, she gradually broke away from the restraint. In addition, Xu Wei has a character that can't stop talking, so she always has a lot to say when eating with her.

Talking about professional courses, club activities, newly opened stores, and gossip about classmates, she is gradually no longer as rigid and restrained as before.

But at this moment, she just didn't know what mood to speak with.

Sometimes it is the past, and sometimes it is the present.

He didn't dare to look too presumptuously, but only looked at his hand in front of him from the corner of his sight.

The bones are thin and slender, the knuckles are well defined, and the skin is clean and white.

It is a beautiful hand.

It also reminded her that many years ago, in that chaotic and old alley, there was also a beautiful hand, handing herself Coke, pulling herself to eat, holding her mouse and taking her hand to teach her Play.

He doesn't talk much, most of the time he is silent and lazy, and his expressionless cold white face gives people a feeling of indifference and indifference.

But his palms were warm and dry, which made her feel at ease and longing.

After eating quietly, Luo Jia went to pay the bill.

Sure enough, the store manager said that the bill had been paid.

When Luo Jia came out, she saw that Lu Ziyan was already waiting at the door. The light in front of the door was bright orange.

He is tall and slender, standing under the lamp, his hair and shoulders are covered with warm lights, but his figure looks gentle and cool.

Hearing her voice, he turned his head, and the outline of the dark night was very clear due to the contrast of light, just like a painting drawn by a portrait painter.

As Luo Jia got closer, he could clearly see that his eyelashes looked like pale golden crow feathers in the light and shadow.

His eyes were still calm, light and distant, and he said, "Let's go."

She didn't answer, but when she walked in front of him, a warm yellow blurred light above her head gradually disappeared into his tall figure.

Luo Jia said slowly: "We are AA."

Her voice has never been loud, falling on a quiet winter night, the distance between the two of them is just right.

Lu Ziyan stood under the warm orange street lamp, with one hand in the pocket of his coat, his posture was a little lazy, he looked down at her, his eyelashes were also dyed with light, like crow feathers.

Her palms were tightly wrapped around the straps of her backpack, and she couldn't tell what she was feeling, whether she was nervous or looking forward to it, or it was already blank.

But even so, she still stared at him.

At this moment, because she was so nervous that she went blank, her thoughts began to wander.

She thought of things from the time she could remember. Parents, teachers, neighbors, relatives, friends, the labels on her were always docile and obedient. She was like a standard living in others' mouths, a model of well-behaved.

Over time, even she felt that she was a docile person.

But there were times when she felt like she wasn't.

She is very stubborn, she has been crazy, and she has paranoid thoughts. For example, at this moment, when she wants to know an answer, she doesn't want to escape, and she doesn't want the other party to escape.

If he doesn't answer, then come again next time, if it doesn't work next time, then next time.

Until I find that the answer in my heart has really disappeared.

Finally, she saw Lu Ziyan's eyelashes drooping slightly, and there was a gentle smile under the falling shadow.

When he looked at her again, there was still a smile in his eyes, "Okay, I'll keep this meal on your account too."

All the apprehension and suspicion stopped shaking at this moment.

The turbulent trance that had been going on since he took off his mask was also frozen at this moment.

The smile in his eyes was as light as usual, his brows and eyes were quiet, and he looked at her with light and gentle eyes.

The warm yellow light overhead was like heavy snow, bringing Lu Ziyan in front of him to the past.

He doesn't talk much, and he always looks a bit lazy, but he is more willing to listen to the voice of her world than anyone else.

As long as he looks back, his eyes are always looking at himself, with a light smile, like the street lamp in this lonely night, and like the hot water he handed to his frozen palm.

So she always thinks about it, always misses it.

Because when the night wind blows, it leaves a cold winter night, but you are as warm as a river.

Luo Jia immediately opened her eyes wide, looked at Lu Ziyan in front of her, hesitated for a while, "You—"

"You are……"

The answer was stuck in his throat, but he suddenly didn't dare to say it, afraid of accidentally shattering the dream of the mirror.

Lu Ziyan took out a wallet from his coat pocket and put it in her hand.

She bowed her head.

Very simple and common black wallet.

But there was a pendant hanging on it, which was supposed to be a mobile phone chain. The pendant was a cat with a black body.

At that time, she saw this mobile phone pendant when she was buying homework in the stationery store next to the school. She thought it was cute, so she bought it.

She just bought it and gave it to him. She didn't keep it in her hands for a long time, but the moment she saw it, she recognized it at a glance. It was given to him by herself.

Lu Ziyan stood in front of her, under the light, with gentle and deep eyes.

"it's me."