Luggage Syndrome

Fu Lang stood aside, quietly looking at Liang Yicheng whose face was obviously ecstatic, but whose eyes were a little red for some reason.

Seeing that Liang Yicheng didn't touch him anymore, the little white cat licked its rumpled fur in dissatisfaction. Suddenly, it remembered its original purpose. Its short legs jumped up, its four paws caught Fu Lang's pants, and the whole cat hung up. Landing on Fu Lang's lap, he kept yelling "Meow Meow Meow".

Liang Yicheng was amused by the way Fu Lang looked down at the "leg pendant" helplessly.

Only now did Liang Yicheng dare to look closely at Fu Lang's face.

Fu Lang doesn't actually look fierce.The face is sharp and angular, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the thick black eyebrows form a smooth arc along with the deep peach blossom eyes below, which softens this sharp face a lot.Maybe it's because Fu Lang is reticent and always frowns unconsciously, so he involuntarily exudes a cold aura.

But now being disturbed by the little white cat, although Fu Lang's expression was flat, his brows stretched, and his peach blossom eyes, which were originally calm, were slightly bent, full of connivance and doting.

Liang Yicheng didn't know why he was stunned for a while, Fu Lang handed him the bottle in his hand, and he still stood there in a daze.

It was the little white cat's almost miserable howl that called back his soul that had drifted away to nowhere.

Liang Yicheng then felt a little embarrassed, scratched his head, and said, "Ah, is it hungry?"

"Ah."

"Can I feed it?"

Fu Lang nodded, put the bottle into his hand, then bent down, pulled the little white cat's paws off his pants one by one, held the little white cat by the back of the neck, and handed it to Liang Yicheng.

Holding the feeding bottle, Liang Yicheng didn't know what to do when faced with the struggling little white cat.

Fu Lang could only point to the side and said, "Sit over there."

Liang Yicheng looked in the direction Fu Lang pointed. On the bay window next to the cat climbing frame, there was a dark brown foldable single sofa.

Liang Yicheng recognized that this was the place where Fu Lang fed the cat in the video he had watched countless times.

The floors of Fu Lang's house are not high, but the university city is located in a remote suburb, and there are no tall buildings around.The scenery outside the window is not pleasing to the eye, but it is better than a wide field of vision.

Liang Yicheng didn't dare to go there.

That little corner looks so nice.

The setting sun quietly seeped in through the bay window, dyeing the quiet little corner a warm light orange, like all the colors of dreams that made him nostalgic.

He was afraid.

Afraid that I would wake up in the process of going from one dream to another.

I am even more afraid that I will sink into that dream that does not belong to me from now on.

He hesitated for a long time.

Finally, under the urging of Fu Lang's silent gaze and the miserable cry of the little white cat, he mustered up his courage, walked over, and sat down slowly.

The sun was as warm as in his dreams.

He was a little dazed, turned around, the little white cat was still there, and so was Fu Lang.

The little white cat nimbly jumped onto his lap, raised its head and howled at the milk bottle in his hand.

Liang Yicheng picked up the bottle in a trance, and was about to feed when Fu Lang suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

One person and one cat watched helplessly as Fu Lang turned and walked into the room, and then quickly returned with a soft towel in his hand.

Fu Lang picked up the little white cat that was spinning around anxiously, spread a towel on Liang Yicheng's body, and then put the kitten back on him.

Liang Yicheng: "?"

Liang Yicheng suddenly remembered that Yang Yu said that Fu Lang was obsessed with cleanliness, so he quietly lifted the towel and took a look at his clothes.

Not dirty?

Fu Lang watched his little movements helplessly, and said, "Don't get your clothes wet."

Liang Yicheng was stunned, scratched his head embarrassingly, and said, "Thank you, actually I'm not afraid of getting wet, the weather is so hot, it will dry in a while, but I'm afraid of dirtying your towel."

"fine."

The little white cat was screaming hoarsely after the two talked for a while.Liang Yicheng's heart was about to be broken by it, and he didn't bother to talk to Fu Lang anymore, picked up the little white cat, and started feeding it.

The little white cat was lying in Liang Yicheng's arms, holding the milk bottle with hands and feet, drinking milk patter.The little pink tongue flicked and flicked, and sure enough, a lot of milk splashed out and landed on the towel.

Liang Yicheng's heart melted when he saw it, and he couldn't help talking to himself, like a worried old father: "Xiaobai, slow down, Dad's milk is enough for you..."

Fu Lang's chuckle came from above his head, Liang Yicheng came back to his senses, quickly shut up, raised his head with a blushing face, and stared blankly at Fu Lang's slightly curved peach blossom eyes.

Fu Lang stood by the bay window with a gentle smile on his face.

The faint sunshine took him in together, as if sending him into that dream.

"Cough cough."

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Yu suddenly exaggeratedly coughed twice, Liang Yicheng immediately woke up, lowered his head, feeling a little guilty for no reason.

Fu Lang turned his head to look at Yang Yu, who was leaning on the back of the sofa and watching the two of them, Yang Yu shouted in a coquettish voice:

"Lang~ son~ I'm so hungry~"

Fu Lang looked at him for a few seconds, didn't speak, but turned and walked into the kitchen.

Yang Yu took another look at Liang Yicheng who was silently feeding the cat with his head down. He was about to speak when he heard Fu Lang say, "Tudou, come and help."

"Eh--"

"Wash the vegetables."

"Hey--"

Liang Yicheng raised his head, watched Yang Yu dejectedly move towards the kitchen at a speed of a few centimeters per minute, and quickly said, "Brother Yang, let me come later!"

Yang Yu's eyes lit up immediately, but Fu Lang immediately said:

"No, don't spoil him. You play with the cat, and the cat doesn't like him."

"Oh—I'm a dog, it's a cat, of course it doesn't like me."

With a mournful face, Yang Yu started to stall for time again: "Little Chengzi, what do you belong to?"

"I'm a tiger."

"It's a tiger, and they are all cats. No wonder they get along with that stupid cat! Hey, have you..."

"Come here quickly." Fu Lang interrupted mercilessly.

"Ah—I know, I know, oh...ah! Don't put onions! Green onions are not allowed! Onions are even more useless!"

"Don't be picky eaters."

"It's not a matter of picky eaters or not! How can you put this kind of thing in hot pot! Can you not cut this onion! I'm going to be smoked to death just looking at it...Come on, cut this potato, I love potatoes... "

Liang Yicheng held the feeding bottle in his hand, and his eyes drifted out of the window.

The sun has gone down.

It was pitch black outside the window, and nothing could be seen.

From time to time, Yang Yu's complaints and Fu Lang's brief but harsh response could be heard, but it was not difficult to hear that the two were on good terms.

Xiaoliang, who has lived for 21 years and has never been in a relationship, feels unspeakable bitterness in his heart for the first time. He thinks it must be because he eats too much dog food.

The warm little fur ball between the legs suddenly began to twist, Liang Yicheng lowered his head and found that the bottle was empty.

The little milk cat had already sat up, but its two front paws were holding on to the empty feeding bottle reluctantly, and it looked at him pitifully with its big watery sky blue eyes, which made his heart melt again.

Liang Yicheng had no choice but to comfort himself that it was worth eating some dog food for his dream cat.

The author says:

The protagonist of this article is identified as a cat