Luggage Syndrome

The sun was shining brightly on this day, and the weather was just right for petting cats.

Under the sun, Liang Yicheng rode a small yellow car and excitedly set off to Fu Lang's house to pet the cat.

Fu Lang's home is not far from Liang Yicheng's school, about half an hour by bike.But the afternoon sun in City G is still scorching, and the university city is full of construction sites rushing to build a new campus. The dust is flying all the way, and the yellow sand that hits the face is like iron slag splashed from a forging furnace, hot and piercing.

However, Liang Yicheng's enthusiasm is like a fire that can burn even the desert, so what is iron slag?

Ever since he successfully picked up the cat, he has been a bit out of control, thinking about it every day, even when he was distracted in class, he was thinking about picking up the cat.

After Fu Lang promised to let him go again that day, he had the cheek to add the two of them on WeChat, so that it would be convenient for him to make an appointment to pet the cat again.

Before leaving, Liang Yicheng looked at the WeChat profile pictures of the two for a long time with his mobile phone in his hand, and fell into deep thought.

Although Yang Yu seemed to be more talkative and warmer, he somehow resisted contacting Yang Yu for some reason.

As for Fu Lang, although his attitude that day was not really enthusiastic and often kept silent, Liang Yicheng always felt that this person was not as difficult to get along with as he seemed.

Maybe it was because the sunlight that day had added a filter to Fu Lang in his eyes, or maybe it was because of Fu Lang's helpless and doting expression when he had a cat hanging on his lap.

Facts proved that his intuition was right, at least when he asked Fu Lang cautiously, Fu Lang agreed to his request without saying a word, and said he would come to pick him up.

But Liang Yicheng refused.

First, he was embarrassed to bother Fu Lang again.

Secondly, how romantic is it to travel across mountains and rivers to meet your beloved cat?

Liang Yicheng successfully found Fu Lang's house.

As soon as he entered the house, he pounced on the little white cat who followed Fu Lang to greet him at the door.

Standing aside, Fu Lang looked at Liang Yicheng's dusty and sweaty appearance, and frowned again.

And the little white cat, seeing a disheveled person rushing towards him, ran away in fright, and the little bell rang a pleasant sound.

One person and one cat played hide-and-seek around the living room for a long time. When Liang Yicheng finally caught the little white cat, the sweat on his body was almost dry.

Although the air conditioner was turned on in the room, his head was still dripping with sweat, but he didn't think the cat's body temperature was high, so he hugged the cat contentedly and rubbed the soft white fur.

It's only been a week since the last cat stroking, and the little white cat still recognizes him and grinds its teeth on his clothes.

Liang Yicheng looked at the little white cat dotingly, and his round blue eyes made him feel a little unreal.

He raised his head and saw Fu Lang was sitting on the sofa beside him washing tea sets, so he asked, "How old is Xiaobai now?"

"Three months."

Fu Lang bowed slightly, and poured the freshly boiled hot water into the white porcelain cup, and the rising heat slowly diffused between the two of them.

It's more like a dream.

Liang Yicheng grinned self-deprecatingly, lowered his head, and gently scratched the cat's chin.

The little white cat narrowed its eyes in comfort, and after a while, slowly opened them again, looked at him with those misty sky blue eyes, and blinked slowly.

Liang Yicheng immediately exclaimed: "Ahhhhhhhh!!!!"

Fu Lang was startled by him, his hands shook, and a lot of boiling water splashed out.

Fu Lang frowned from the heat and asked, "What's wrong?"

Liang Yicheng said happily: "It kissed me!!!"

Fu Lang was at a loss.

Liang Yicheng explained patiently: "Some people say that a cat blinking slowly represents a kiss."

Fu Lang: "Oh."

Liang Yicheng: "..."

Fu Lang lowered his head and concentrated on making tea, without giving him a single look.

Liang Yicheng had no choice but to watch him make tea quietly.

Fu Lang was very skillful in making tea. His slender fingers twisted the steaming white porcelain tureen, and poured the tea gracefully into a white porcelain cup. With a light twist, the tea fell into another porcelain cup without splashing a drop.

When Fu Lang was making tea, his expression was serious but not serious, he seemed to be having fun.

The two thick eyebrows, which were always slightly frowned, stretched out at this moment, staring intently at the clear oolong tea in the cup.

But those pair of dark and deep peach blossom eyes are clearly more like a cup of aged Pu'er.

Liang Yicheng suddenly felt dry mouth, leaned on the sofa uncomfortably, and asked, "Speaking of which, where is Brother Yang?"

Fu Lang paused the hand that was pouring tea for himself, and said, "Go to work."

"What does Brother Yang do?"

"bodyguard."

"Oh, the bodyguard..."

Liang Yicheng nodded absently. It took a long time before he realized that he sat up suddenly: "Huh?! Bodyguard?!"

His movements were not small, and the little hairball on his belly rolled to the ground.

Liang Yicheng was startled, and hastily stretched out his hand to rescue him, but before he touched it, there was a muffled sound on the ground.

"Hey! Xiaobai!"

He quickly lowered his head, and saw the little white cat lying on the ground, with round sky blue eyes, looking at him blankly, making his heart tremble.

The little white cat sat up slowly, licked the painful place, looked up at him, and jumped back on his lap.

Liang Yicheng was overwhelmed with flattery, and redoubled his efforts to smooth his master's hair.

The corners of Fu Lang's lips curled up slightly, he put the teacup in front of him, and said, "It's normal if you don't see it."

Liang Yicheng held the soft cat in his hands, but his eyes couldn't help but stare at Fu Lang's smiling face.

His face suddenly became hot, and he quickly turned his head and reached for the teacup.

Fu Lang's gaze fell on his hand immediately, his brows were slightly frowned, and Liang Yicheng realized this, and said, "I, I'm going to wash my hands..."

Liang Yicheng put down the little white cat and rushed into the bathroom.

After washing his hands, his face was still hot, and he quickly splashed cold water on his face for a long time before he calmed down a lot. He raised his head and silently looked at himself in the mirror.

Drops of water slid down that delicate face and dripped onto his skirt, he didn't seem to notice it.

"Meow!"

Liang Yicheng came back to his senses, the little white cat who ran in after him was splashed by the water he splashed, and hid outside the door in fright. looking at him.

One person and one cat stared at each other for a few seconds, and Liang Yicheng's heart turned into a puddle of water.

He got it.

This must be because he is too poisoned by cats.

When Liang Yicheng came out of the bathroom, his hair and the clothes on his chest were a little wet.

Seeing his appearance, Fu Lang frowned again. He picked up the remote control and turned up the temperature of the air conditioner by two degrees before saying, "Next time you come here by yourself, bring a suit of clothes."

Liang Yicheng didn't notice that his clothes were wet and then dry, dry and wet again, he only thought of how much dust he had covered on his body all the way through the mountains and ridges.

Liang Yicheng nodded, not daring to look at Fu Lang, carefully inspecting to make sure the cloth sofa was not dirty by himself, then quietly heaved a sigh of relief, lowered his head and sat down where he had just sat.From the corner of his eye, he saw that the cup of tea made for him on the table was already cold, and he suddenly felt a little pity.

Fu Lang kept looking at him without saying a word. He poured out the cold tea in his cup and added some freshly brewed tea.

Liang Yicheng was overjoyed, carefully picked up the porcelain cup, and slowly took a sip of tea.

The tea is very strong.Like freshly brewed tea, it is mellow and a bit bitter, and when you taste it carefully, a faint sweetness reverberates in your mouth.

Liang Yicheng quietly raised his head.

Fu Lang lowered his eyes, gently shaking the white porcelain cup in his hand, and the clear tea swirled leisurely in the cup.The little white cat squatted on the ground next to it, raised its head to look at Fu Lang, its blue eyes flickered, reflecting the shaking lines on the white porcelain cup.

The scene in front of him was very warm, but Liang Yicheng felt that he was out of place with it.

He is like a dove, forcibly breaking into other people's love nest.

With only bitterness left in his mouth, Liang Yicheng put down the porcelain cup and picked up the cat teasing stick that fell on the ground.

Immediately, the little white cat's eyes lit up, and it ran towards him, stretching out its paws to pat the soft fake dog's tail grass.

Liang Yicheng's heart melted again.

After teasing the cat absent-mindedly for a while, Liang Yicheng hesitated, and said in a low voice: "Brother Fu, you just said that Brother Yang is a bodyguard, so is he also very busy? It's hard for you to rest, and I come here all day to masturbate cat……"

Liang Yicheng's voice became lower and lower, and Fu Lang frowned. He hesitated to speak and looked sideways at him for a long time before saying, "It's okay, come whenever you want."

"But I..."

"Why?" Fu Lang raised his eyebrows suddenly, and the smile on his face deepened: "Aren't you going to marry White Wolf? Are you planning to give up?"

Liang Yicheng never expected that Fu Lang would still remember this.

The last time he proposed to the cat impulsively, he had regretted it for several days afterwards.

He is too reckless!

No matter how you say it, you have to develop a relationship with the cat first!

How could he propose marriage the first time they met!

Now being mentioned by Fu Lang, he was extremely embarrassed, and when he was stared at by those smiling eyes, his mind was in chaos: "I, I am not, no, I am..."

After being stuck for a long time, he finally gave up struggling, looked down at the little white cat who was holding the foxtail and gnawed wildly, and then looked at Fu Lang hesitantly: "Can I really come?"

"can."

The corners of Fu Lang's lips curled up slightly, his voice was clear and gentle.

The author says:

Remind again, friends who keep cats, don’t put a collar on the cat like Brother Fu. Duck(;′д｀)ゞ secretly ask everyone for some starfish to feed the white wolf!