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That day Lu Jingming slept all morning, and after taking the medicine, he improved a lot, and after a night's rest, he recovered to be alive and kicking again.

In order to thank Qi He for taking care of him during his illness, and to make up for his spoiled sense of taste, Lu Jingming made a sumptuous seafood feast that day, using the high table at home for the first time.

Mocha was very upset at first, but the tuna that Lu Jingming gave was really fresh and thick.

After eating, Qi He and Lu Jingming went out for a trot along the lake for a few laps. When they came back, they cleaned up the dead branches in the yard and harvested a small basket of sweet potatoes.

The two of them and the cat spent a dull and satisfying day.

In the evening, Lu Jingming specially cooked an extra portion of rice, let it cool down, stir-fried it with egg liquid, seasoned it, added chopped luncheon meat, and half a bowl of boiled shrimp tails and scallops left over from dinner, and sprinkled it before serving A handful of chopped green onions, the color is attractive and the aroma is tangy.

He turned on the fresh-keeping function of the cooking machine, put the plate of fried rice in, and told Qi He to have a good meal tomorrow morning.

"Are you going out?" Qi He waved the cat teasing stick again and again, Mocha seemed like a crazy cat.

Lu Jingming nodded: "I'm going to the studio tomorrow morning...and, senior, here's this for you."

Qi He raised his head and asked doubtfully, "Terminal?"

"We call the phone." Lu Jingming corrected him, explaining: "The batch of ingredients I ordered before will not be delivered here, so I wrote down my cousin's address. He said he will deliver it to me when there is no class. I asked him to contact This number, senior, when you receive a call, open the door for him."

"Oh..." Qi He took the phone, "Okay."

The next morning Lu Jingming went out.

At seven o'clock, Qi He yawned, but his memory still hadn't increased.After washing up, he put on his sportswear and went out for a run by the lake.

The temperature in the morning was already very low, and the part of the lake near the edge was covered with thin ice.Qi He ran around the lake twice, then walked cautiously to the edge of the water, took a breath, broke a small piece of ice, took out the small glass jar he had prepared and put it in.

After arriving home, he found the matching pen, thought for a while, and wrote four words on the glass bottle: Sleeping Lake.

Then put it in the corner of the storage shelf.

At 08:30, Mocha came out of the cat's nest and meowed around Qi He.

Qi He hurriedly put the table down, washed his hands and opened a can for it, and then went to get his own breakfast.

At nine o'clock, after the kitchen was cleaned up, the cell phone rang. Someone asked Lu Jingming if he wanted to buy the latest suspension car. They used another official language. Qi He thought it was very interesting, so he practiced speaking with him for a while.

After the salesman hung up the phone, Qi He brought a sweet potato and roasted it, and the room was filled with a warm and sweet aroma.But Mocha was afraid that it would be too hot to eat, so Qi He had no choice but to put the half of it outside the door to cool down quickly, and ate his own under the sound of groaning reproaches.

The living room was covered with a thick carpet, and Mocha nestled into a giant fur ball after a full meal, resting with his eyes squinted.

Qi He spread out a blanket and lay down beside it bored.

The time at the moment is 09:30 AM.Was time this slow before?

Qi He lay down for a while, feeling his throat was a bit dry, so he decided to go to the storage room to get some fruit to eat.Mocha turned over and followed him slowly.

The storage room was organized fairly neatly. When Qi He was standing in front of several boxes of fruit in the fresh-keeping area, wondering which one to choose, there was the sound of Mocha scratching something behind him.

Qi He turned and walked over curiously, only to find that it was sticking its claws into the gap under the locker, struggling to reach something.

"Is there a can hidden underneath?" Curiously, he knelt down and reached out to help, when he suddenly touched something tightly stuck.

Qi He lifted the locker a little bit harder, and pulled the thing out.

There are several books tied together, the covers are carefully covered with book covers, and it is not clear what it is.

Curiously, he untied the rope, opened the top book, and quickly covered Mocha's eyes.

Wow.While stopping Mocha's struggle, he subconsciously made a surprised mouth.

It's the legendary...Little Yellow Book.

Mocha was bitter about Qi He's disrespectful actions, and climbed to the top of the storage shelf to sulk.

Qi He lay on the carpet without reflection, studying the dozen magazines while peeling oranges.

"There are paper periodicals for this kind of thing." He opened the book cover with great interest and looked inside, "This date... eight years ago."

Eight years ago... Lu Jingming was only 17 years old, right?

"No." Qi He curled his lips disapprovingly, and pointed at the book with his index finger, like a teenager version of Lu Jingming's forehead after a long time, "You read this kind of stuff when you were a child, and now it's like this Strange."

I don't know how old Lu Jingming was when he graduated from the Yellow Book Research Institute, and what titles he obtained when he graduated, but what is certain is that this person has definitely forgotten that there is such a book at home, otherwise... Qi He believes that he must Will destroy the corpse.

The adult Qi He ate the last piece of orange, clapped his hands, and opened the cover very naturally.

"It's amazing." He propped his face with one hand, turned the page slowly, and praised, "It's full of pictures and text."

Speaking of it, the spirit of human beings exploring their own desires in different ways from ancient times to the present can also be called art in a sense.

or intangible cultural heritage.

Freshman Qi He felt a little too exciting after reading one book, so he decided to hide them back to their original place and continue to study next time when he is in the mood.

Go deeper this time so Mocha won't be exposed.

At 11:30, Qi He lay down on the carpet again, grabbed his phone and looked at it. The cousin Lu Jingming mentioned did not call.

Mocha was angry enough with himself, jumped off the storage shelf, and stepped on the carpet leisurely.

Qi He suddenly felt his chest sink, and a lump of hair reached his chin.

It is Mocha who thinks he is as light as a swallow.

Qi He barely caught his breath. After pushing it down, he turned over and tried to avoid it. Unexpectedly, it saw the timing and nimbly jumped onto his back.

"...Ms. Mocha, you are so heavy." Qi He stated the facts without a gentleman's spirit, and while trying to regulate his breathing, he pushed it back and said, "I'm about to vomit..."

Mocha let him complain, and snored a little while turning a deaf ear.

Qi He had no choice but to give up struggling, and tilted his head to look at the closed door.

The clock is ticking and the cat is purring.

Freshly laundered blankets are tinged with the fresh scent of orange peel.

I was bullied by the elders, and the other party, regardless of their status or tonnage, was extraordinary and could not fight back.

The black tea-flavored Omega thought half asleep.

Come back quickly and save me, master.

The author says:

Only cats can bully cats.