cat writing love poems

The school bus drove slowly through the camphor forest road.

The spring sunshine falls from among the dense tree branches, casting deep and shallow shadows in the car window.

The car stopped at the next stop, and this time there were more students coming up, and several of them knew each other, and there was a burst of lively laughter from the moment the car door opened.

They sat down in the front row, chatting about the topics they were talking about, from the winter vacation to the new semester, it was very lively.

Once there are more people, Luo Jia will instinctively feel cramped, and feel embarrassed to continue talking.

She can boast in front of familiar people, but once there are other people around, she will instinctively worry that if she says the wrong thing, she will be laughed at if she is heard by others.

So after the group of students got on the bus, she couldn't help but shut up.

Although, after they got in the car, they sat directly in the front row and kept talking about themselves, so they didn't notice her and Lu Ziyan behind them at all.

Lu Ziyan was sitting next to her. He never talked much, but under her embarrassment, such quietness made her a little at a loss.

she was thinking.

Do you want to use a smaller voice, a small volume that will not be heard by others, and continue to tell him about the school.

At this moment, she felt the weight slowly falling from her shoulders.

Lu Ziyan leaned on her shoulder, his hair was soft, and the skin near her neck was light and itchy.

Luo Jia's original courage to speak was discouraged in an instant.

She sat quietly, not even daring to shake her eyelashes.

The sunlight falling from the camphor trees on both sides of the school road is pale golden, like a transparent tulle, with a shallow light.

As the shadow of the tree swayed, it fell from time to time.

The few students in the front row were still laughing and chatting, filling up the closed compartment, but the one where she and Lu Ziyan sat seemed to be isolated, so quiet that she could hear her own breathing.

For a long time.

Luo Jia whispered tentatively, "...Lu Ziyan?"

He didn't answer.

The wheels ran over the school road and shook unsteadily when turning.

Light and shadow also unsteadily fell on the hem of her clothes.

Luo Jia squeezed her palms, then turned her head slightly and slowly.

He leaned quietly on her shoulder, closed his eyes, his eyelashes were long and dense.

It hangs down in the eyes, and casts a small shadow on the cold white skin, like a sleeping crow, so quiet that it doesn't even want to be disturbed by the night.

The broken light falling from the tall camphor trees on both sides fell on his face from time to time with the speed of the car, like fine gold leaf.

When she didn't know what she was doing, she had already seen her slowly extending hand.

Inch by inch, he approached the face on his shoulder.

His eyelids are thin, but he has a pair of dark eyes, and his skin is almost cold white, showing a bit of indifference and reticence.

But now he looks like a piece of white sugar cake that can be held in the palm of your hand casually.

The kind only she can see.

His fingers touched the side of his face very lightly, and he didn't open his eyes or move.

Only the swaying of the school bus passing the school road, and the laughter in the front row have nothing to do with her.

Seeing that he was quiet and unresponsive, she became more courageous.

Along his brow bone, slowly touched the end of his eyes, and then to the corner of his mouth, he seemed to have really fallen asleep, even his eyelashes didn't tremble, only the light spots scattered on his face shaking.

She withdrew her hand, still looking down at Lu Ziyan on her shoulder.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window.

As if she had stolen candy, she secretly pursed her slightly raised lips in satisfaction, and looked at the tall camphor tree outside the window. The scenery outside the window was rewinding, and she suddenly hoped that the school road could be longer.

Just when she secretly thought so.

The hand she had put back on her knee was held, it was a dry, warm palm, completely covering the back of her hand, and then she held it over and placed it in front of him.

He remained silent.

The movement of leaning on her shoulder has not changed.

Only the broken light that came in from the glass window was mottled, bright and dark, and the laughter and laughter of the students in the front row in the carriage was still lively, but it seemed so far away that even her fluctuating heartbeat could not be covered.

Luo Jia sat still, keeping looking out of the window.

The school is very beautiful, but those scenery are just passing by at this time, unable to enter her eyes.

It wasn't until the school bus was about to arrive that Luo Jia whispered, "Lu Ziyan...?"

This time there was an echo, "Yeah."

"Going to get out of the car."

"Ah."

He got up from her shoulders, and the hair on the side where she had just leaned against her was a little disheveled.

Luo Jia stretched out her hand, and Lu Ziyan noticed her move, and subconsciously lowered his head and approached her, looking at her.

She straightened Lu Ziyan's hair, shifted her gaze, met his eyes, and said, "Okay."

When the school bus arrived at the stop, Lu Ziyan got up and carried her suitcase. Without letting go of her hand, he walked slowly from the aisle to the door of the bus.

A few students sitting in the front row were still chatting, and when they saw someone passing by, they paused for a while.

Some of the boys caught a glimpse of Lu Ziyan, their expressions were dull for a few seconds, and after realizing it, they opened their mouths in shock and said, "You, you, you, aren't you—"

Lu Ziyan and Luo Jia got out of the car, but Luo Jia failed to hear the second half of the boy's words.

She looked back at the closed car door and looked up at Lu Ziyan.

He was looking at the sign standing next to the station, and asked her, "Is this your dormitory?"

Luo Jia said calmly, "That boy seemed to recognize you just now."

"Ah."

"...will it affect it?"

His tone was as usual, "No."

"that……"

He looked down.

"Wait for me for a while." Luo Jia reached for her suitcase, "I'll put it back in the dormitory and come down."

At this time, a car drove by, stopped, and rolled down the window.

Someone greeted Luo Jia, "Jia Jia, are you going back to school today?"

Luo Jia turned her head when she heard the sound, she was a senior in the department, she was her class assistant in the last semester, and she was usually responsible for many things in the class.

Senior sister is very polite and gentle, she is one of the few people who won't make Luo Jia feel cramped and don't know how to speak.

She nodded, "Yeah."

The senior sister glanced at Lu Ziyan next to her, and the two people holding hands, she immediately became clear: "Boyfriend?"

"..."

The hand held by him suddenly felt very hot, and the warm spring sun shone on his face, which also felt a little hot.

After a while, she whispered, "Yes."

The senior sister teased: "Your boyfriend is next to you, why don't you carry your luggage?"

Luo Jia quickly explained: "Isn't the dormitory building not for boys to enter? I just thought of going upstairs by myself..."

"That's normal. Today is not the official start of school. As long as you don't burn down the dormitory building, auntie doesn't care about you. Besides, auntie has watched for many years when her boyfriend helped carry luggage upstairs. Auntie Understandable."

Obviously what the senior sister said was just ordinary experience, but Luo Jia felt that the temperature of her face was getting hotter and hotter, so she still only hummed softly.

The senior sister still has something to do, so she said goodbye to her, and before leaving, she also told her: "Just go in directly."

After the senior sister left, Luo Jia was still holding the hand of the luggage in a dilemma.

With her hot face on her face, she slowly turned her head and asked Lu Ziyan next to her, "Then...then do you want to go up?"

He reached out and pulled the suitcase back into his hand, with a smile in his eyes, "Let's go."

Passing by the duty room of the auntie on the first floor, Luo Jia was still uneasy.

She was used to following the rules since she was a child, but suddenly she took advantage of the rules, which made her feel guilty instinctively.

But unexpectedly, as the senior sister said, the dormitory auntie did not stop her, but asked the question that the senior sister asked just now: "Boyfriend?"

So she nodded again with her face still hot, "Yeah."

The dormitory aunt just asked this and didn't say anything else.

Only then did Luo Jia heave a sigh of relief and went up the stairs.

The floor of her dormitory is not high, and she soon reached the door of the dormitory.

The dormitory building is very empty. Not many people have returned to school today, and almost every dormitory door is locked.

She took out the key and opened the door, and said to Lu Ziyan, "There are four people in our dormitory, but two girls went out to rent a house last semester to live by themselves, so usually it's just me and another roommate, and that roommate is mine. Good friend, her home is in Jiangcheng, and she will go home on weekends, so I am basically alone on weekends, very quiet."

After entering the door, there was no one living in it for a winter vacation, and there was some dust.

Lu Ziyan listened quietly, put down her luggage, and went to the balcony to find a broom.

Seeing this, Luo Jia quickly brought the broom over, "You...you don't need to clean it for me, just sit for a while, wait for me, and I'll take you to dinner after I clean the dormitory. We have a lot of delicious food in our school thing."

Luo Jia was afraid that he would persist, so after taking the broom, she quickly wiped her stool, pushed him to let him sit on her stool, "Just wait for me for a while, you don't need to worry about such small things."

After being pushed down by her to sit down, he looked like a well-behaved good student, but there was still a smile in his eyes, "Really don't need it?"

"Well, haven't you been... very tired recently, and you didn't have a good rest last night." She went to open her suitcase, took out her laptop, and put it on her desk, "If you are bored, you can play It's a big fight, and it should be almost over after the fight."

This time Lu Ziyan didn't insist anymore, before Luo Jia went to the balcony, he saw that he was already turning on the computer.

That's where she usually played games when she was in school.

The dormitory is bed and desk. Before this winter vacation, she sat there every day, playing games with him on the other side through the screen.

But seeing him sitting in his place now, there is an unreal feeling of trance.

There was still heat in the palm of his hand, and the hand he held all the way seemed to remind her that all this couldn't be more real.

Luo Jia came back from the balcony and glanced at the computer screen.

It's a map of the canyon, not Smash Bros.

Taking a closer look, the ID above the character's head is her number...

Luo Jia's alarm bell rang, his mind was full of professional rules, and he couldn't care less about the broom in his hand, "You, you, why are you playing with my account!"

He himself was very calm, "Aren't you still short of the final round of the promotion match?"

The last game is also called the game of life and death. If you win, you will advance, and if you lose, you will have to start all over again.

She had played the promotion match for the sixth time or the seventh time. She lost so much that she wondered if she had no destiny for platinum.

"No, you can't fight for me." She said righteously.

Lu Ziyan remained calm: "Yes."

The hand didn't intend to let go.

"..."

She stopped cleaning and stood beside him and stared.

As soon as he returns to the city, she intends to snatch his mouse and keyboard.

However, I don't know if he did it on purpose, or if this game should really be played like this. In short, he and the opponent went down the lane to make up for 10 minutes of pawns peacefully.

She knew that he moved very well, especially in this segment, for him, it was almost impossible to drive to him.

but!He is definitely not that type!Peaceful development in style!

He fought fiercely, never letting go of a chance, and the blade was bloody.

But now he is actually making up peacefully. After 10 minutes of making up, he didn't even have a chance to return to the city. It was like practicing making up in custom. The duo on the opposite side didn't seem to exist in his eyes.

Probably because the bot lane is too harmonious, and the jungler has no intention of catching it.

So this replenishment was protracted.

Luo Jia reasonably suspected that he did it on purpose.

She asked faintly behind her: "Are you going to replenish your soldiers until you get naked before going home?"

In the end, instead of feeling ashamed of being exposed, this person said shamelessly, "Let's add another hurricane."

"........."

Luo Jia was speechless, "Get up for me."

"Coach Luo is really strict."

"Then you can't get up."

"You've been playing AD, and your record is pretty good. Even if someone checks your record, you won't think it's someone else playing, so you won't be discovered. I'll help you fight the game of life and death, okay?"

Luo Jia was bewitched by him at all, she seriously suspected that this man said that on purpose, she repeated firmly: "No, get up for me."

"Then let me finish this wave and go home."

He let go, Luo Jia nodded in satisfaction, "Okay."

But after replenishing his pawns, he retreated to the tower and pressed Back to City, but he didn't intend to give way.

He turned around and was looking at her with a smile in his dark eyes.

She suddenly felt palpitations, "...what are you doing?"

He stretched out his hand and pointed his fingers under the corners of his eyes, where she moved her hands and feet when she was on the school bus.

His eyes are smiling, and the curved arc is not a little cold as usual, but like a goblin who is bewitching people's hearts, making people follow his eyes to sink.

"Kiss."