This star is from the earth

"It's impossible for him to keep cats and dogs. He hates cats and dogs the most."

Even though the mobile phone in his hand showed the photo of the little black cat uploaded by Han Juewei, the evidence couldn't be more convincing, but Weng Nanxi remained steadfast.

"But it really happened that he got a cat and a dog! I registered it for him myself," Weng Yao said eagerly, "At first he only wanted to raise a dog, but the cat was special. If you stick to him, he will take it away, and the cat is injured on its leg."

"I didn't make it clear. When I said it was impossible, I didn't mean adoption." Weng Nanxi exited the photo and browsed Han Jue's other tweets.

Weng Nanxi flipped through Weibo, his eyes gradually became sharper, and his tone quickened a little unconsciously: "You have entered the circle in the future, don't look at things so naively. Just because he wants to adopt doesn't mean he really wants to adopt. This may not be his own idea, but a clear plan of the team behind it. Because keeping small pets can be changed. People always think that liking small animals is equal to having love, not to mention, he is still a pet. An injured stray cat. That's about as far as I send you to a shelter."

Although Weng Yao was prepared for the reality in the circle, but hearing what his cousin said, he felt uncomfortable.

"But he can't pretend that he likes small animals!" Weng Yao hastily retorted to his cousin, because she could tell that Han Jue really liked small animals. She is also willing to believe that there are still pure things in the circle.

"What do you mean?" Weng Nanxi paused her fingers and glanced over, "Are you familiar with him?"

"Uh, no, no!" Weng Yao vented his aura, waved his hands again and again, and quickly surrendered to show his position.

Weng Nanxi continued to drink the soup with her head down, looking at her phone.

"However, sister, this is all your guess... People change..." Weng Yao muttered, thinking for a while, and still felt unfair for the conspiracy theory that his cousin imposed on Han Jue for nothing.

Weng Nanxi stopped her fingers, just happened to see Zhang Yiman's interaction under Han Jueweite, and felt annoyed immediately. Simply turn off the phone.

"Why do you think I'm so sure?" Weng Nanxi raised his head, his eyes still calm and terrifying, "Because I asked him to raise a cat to save his image. It turned out that the kitten had not been bought for a few days. He almost starved the cat to death in a box."

Weng Yao was stunned.

Weng Nanxi took a sip of wolfberry and winter melon soup, and said lightly: "It is true that people can change, but the essence of people will not change. Can a person change the experience that shaped his character? No. He spent the first half of his life His experience determines that he is not a person with empathy, and things like love are even scarcer for him.”

"Ah... Really..." Weng Yao turned pale with shock, "Then the cats and dogs he adopted are very dangerous?!"

This news was subversive for Weng Yao.

In this society, killers always have their own reasons, but cat killers are destined not to be forgiven.

According to what my cousin said, although Han Jue didn't completely raise the cat to death, from Weng Yao's point of view, the nature was also bad.

"The team will take care of him."

"That's good."

Weng Yao patted his chest, feeling a little relieved.

Weng Nanxi lowered her head, stirred the wax gourd in the soup, and asked softly, "Did he recognize you when he went to the aid station?"

Weng Yao hesitated for a moment, but chose to tell the truth: "Hmm..."

"Did he say anything?"

"Speaking of cats, and dogs..."

"What else?"

For a moment Weng Yao felt that his cousin's eyes seemed to be full of expectation, but in the next second, he couldn't see anything: "There is nothing else."

Weng Nanxi looked into Weng Yao's eyes for a while, then nodded. Put down the dishes and stand up.

Weng Yao hurriedly said: "Hey, sister, don't rush to leave, tell me about the past between you and Han Jue?"

Today is the first time Weng Yao has heard a little bit about the past with Han Jue from his cousin, so he wants to learn more about the topic.

"have nothing to say."

"Sister! Tell me why you broke up!"

"Don't ask so many questions." Weng Nanxi walked back into the room without stopping.

Seeing the closed door, Weng Yao had no choice but to clean up the dining table in frustration.

Weng Nanxi, who entered the room, leaned against the door of the room, his shoulders slumped.

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"What did you buy?"

"When I passed by a small store on [New York Street], I saw a very interesting name posted on the door. Guess what it is called? It's called [Family Family Bucket]! It means——after eating Family Bucket, we are a family. How is it? Isn’t it fun?” Han Jue happily handed over this red and white color thing called [Family Bucket].

"What is this? Fried chicken? You don't know that I'm fighting for a movie role?" However, Weng Nanxi frowned, opened the round package for a look, and immediately put the cover back on the next second. Red and white wrapped cartons, thrown back on the coffee table.

Han Jue quickly straightened the overturned package, and said in a panic: "Ah... I, today is the first anniversary of our love, so I bought it because I thought it was very meaningful... If you don't like it, just eat a little, and the rest will be fine." I'll eat the rest."

"Eat it all yourself," Weng Nanxi turned her head and picked up the movie script in her hand, "Go out after eating, and remember to close the door."

Han Jue didn't dare to make Weng Nanxi unhappy, so he responded sullenly: "Oh."

Now they are at Weng Nanxi's house, and Han Jue can't come here often, and today he still came to Weng Nanxi's house in the name of "One Year Anniversary of Love".

Now Weng Nanxi is very upset, Han Jue knows what he should have done wrong, which made his girlfriend angry. It's just that he didn't know what was wrong, but he didn't dare to ask. I had no choice but to hold back my doubts, and quietly sat down on the sofa. Afraid of being kicked out immediately.

The noon sun shone in, and the cool air conditioner was turned on in the house, but it didn't help.

In the living room, Weng Nanxi was lying on the sofa reading the script, frowning from time to time, muttering lines. And Han Jue sat quietly on another sofa, leaning over, holding a chicken nugget in each of his left and right hands.

"Crack cluck."

Although Han Jue tried his best not to make a sound, the crispy fried chicken skin still made a slight sound when chewed.

Weng Nanxi was getting more and more annoyed and annoyed by this small voice.

Glancing sideways, I immediately felt that this man was annoying no matter how he looked.

The sound of chewing was still going on, she felt her heart was going to explode!

Finally, Weng Nanxi couldn't take it anymore, put down the script severely, and just stared at Han Jue with an unkind face.

As long as Han Jue's eyes meet, she will say "go out" coldly.

But Han Jue didn't raise his head, never raised his head.

Weng Nanxi just looked at Han Jue and didn't make a sound to remind him.

Han Jue, who didn't realize it, leaned forward and ate every bite of chicken seriously.

The bucket of chicken nuggets is not a lot, and it is quite laborious for one person to finish it.

Han Jue picked up a piece of chicken and ate it carefully from the first bite to the last. Every bone is removed, there is cartilage to eat cartilage, even every trace of meat on the bone is spared.

Weng Nanxi watched Han Jue eat intently for a long time.

The anger was extinguished little by little, and finally he felt inexplicably soft-hearted.

Weng Nanxi sighed, put down the script, moved her body, and sat diagonally opposite Han Jue, stretched out her hand, and picked up a piece of fried chicken with two fingers.

Han Jue raised his head, his eyes were first surprised, then surprised. Waving the chicken nuggets in his hand, he was stupid.

Weng Nanxi pretended not to see Han Jue's eyes, took the chicken nugget, and took a light bite.

Han Jue puffed out his full cheeks, and let out a very silly smile.

Weng Nanxi looked at Han Jue who speeded up his eating, as if he tasted happiness. She thought to herself: 【It's really easy to be satisfied. 】

Han Jue handed it over with a chicken leg, but soon realized that it was not something that should be eaten more, so he hurriedly took it back.

But Weng Nanxi stretched out her hand and took the chicken leg in her hand. Following Han Jue's example, she took a piece in each of her left and right hands and ate it.

Han Jue didn't speak, he just smirked.

She looked at Han Jue's smirk, and thought to herself: 【If this is the real person, it seems pretty good. 】

But in the next second, reason came back to his mind: [But he has nothing. 】

If a person does not grasp the core factors that affect the emotional relationship between two people in a rational way, but resorts to a vague, emotional, and fragmented description and performance of the expectation of love, then this person is bound to still There are many detours to take.

Weng Nanxi has been in love for many years and has never missed a shot. To her now, sensibility is even rarer than a solar eclipse in the sky.

Love is like a ghost. Heard of it, but never seen it. After finally meeting, I thought this was it, but it turned out that it was just a ghost.

Weng Nanxi also believed in love before, but she didn't believe in it for a long time.

Today is the first anniversary of this "ordinary" relationship, maybe it's because she hasn't completely given up on love in her heart, or maybe it's the smirk of the man in front of her that makes her want to try again for the last time.

If it doesn't work this time, then she will honestly earn money first, love or something, and play later.

Judging by Weng Nanxi's current standards, Han Jue has nothing. No talent, no connections, let alone smart, the only thing that can be sold is a sincere heart.

If you pursue a person, if the biggest advantage is only sincerity, then this love is really cheap. Because that is actually saying that he has nothing, and nothing can be guaranteed for the future.

But a good relationship, sincerity is an indispensable cornerstone.

"Stop smirking!" Weng Nanxi said.

Han Jue immediately stopped smiling, but unexpectedly choked.

Weng Nanxi glanced at Han Jue angrily, handed him a glass of water, and said, "You, when you participate in the program in the future, restrain your temper and don't always offend people."

"Yeah!" Han Jue put down the water glass, picked up the chicken nuggets with both hands, and nodded quickly.

"Your company doesn't care about you, but you can't give up on yourself."

"Uh-huh!"

"There is a street dance variety show that is about to start. Didn't one of your dancers fail? You go to participate as a student. Don't keep talking! There is no harm in your low profile now. Don't be stubborn, go and try it."

"……oh!"

"Also, delete all the cursing tweets first. You are stupid if you scold netizens all day long. I will take you to buy a cat tomorrow, and you will post more about your life in the future. Excerpts from books, be gentle, and stop quarreling with people all the time."

"oh!"

"Don't forget about your music, I still expect you to write a song about me."

"hey-hey."

"Don't smirk!"

"From now on, I will only write songs for you. Write a hundred, a thousand!"

"One song is enough."

The computer is still not working well, and the typing state in the Internet cafe is very bad. Writing such a plot is very inefficient. The task is not extravagant, I just hope that I can give you as many codes as possible. Tomorrow I will go to my classmate's house to code.