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On Fifth Avenue in the United States, a gray-haired old professor led several students to sketch on the square. The cold weather could not stop them from performing magical magic. .Each student draws from a different angle, and the scenery of Fifth Avenue on the paper is also different.

Professor Smith stayed in front of different students for a few minutes, until the last student finished drawing and stopped. Everyone looked forward to the professor's upcoming selection.

Smith hesitated for a while and said, "If it was this one, I would choose Brown. His painting is one of the best overall aesthetics among you."

"Yes!" Brown jumped up happily.

"Okay, it's noon, let's have lunch first, and in the afternoon we will sketch in Washington Square Park."

The students put away their brushes and drawing boards, and happily followed behind the professor. Hang Yusi also silently packed up his things to keep up with the large army.Peter, who has a good relationship with him, asked: "You are the professor's favorite student, why did you lose to Brown today?"

Hang Yusi shook his head: "It is he who draws better, I admit defeat."

"Okay, you're still modest, let's go, I'll treat you to a pizza." Peter didn't think too much, and walked towards the pizzeria with his arms around Hangus' shoulders.

Hang Yusi's condition is not very good today, and he didn't draw very hard to lose to Brown.He seemed to have seen an acquaintance on the large publicity screen in the street, and kept looking at the publicity board. He didn't have the heart to draw, probably because the professor saw it.

He has been in the United States for four and a half years. He will graduate this year and is still considering whether to take the postgraduate entrance examination.When he first arrived in the United States, he was very unaccustomed to this place. His living habits had to be changed, and his work and rest had to be jet-lagged. The food he ate was good. He would go back to his sister-in-law’s house on weekends, so he could often eat Chinese food.

The first friend Peter made when he was in school made Hangyusi a lot more extroverted when he first arrived. Gradually, he had more and more friends, and Hangyusi began to enjoy the difference of the American campus.

As the only Chinese student in this class, Hang Yusi is quite popular and serious in his studies, and gradually he is favored by the old professor Smith.

After Hangus and Peter had enough food and drinks, they went to Washington Square Park to gather.

Lu Hangyusi asked Peter: "Peter, what are your plans after graduation?"

"Me? I might be a little painter, if possible." Pete scratched his head embarrassedly, "What about you? Blue" Hang Yusi's English abbreviation is blue, although other students find it strange, but he I feel very good, easy to remember.

"I want to go home, but I also want to continue studying with the professor." Hang Yusi was still wavering.

"Go home? Back to China?" Pete asked excitedly.

Hang Yu Si smiled meanly: "Yes, it's China."

Pete is a foodie. His goal is to eat delicious food all over the world. He also knows that Chinese food is delicious. "There are so many delicious foods in China. If I go to China, you will take me to eat everywhere."

Hang Yusi's head was covered with black lines, "No problem, don't worry."

After arriving at the park, I successfully assembled with the brigade and was led by the professor to a wide area with few people and put down the drawing board.

"Appreciate the scenery and sketch from the angle you see. Start whenever you are ready." After speaking, the professor walked elsewhere.

Brown glanced at him provocatively, Hang Yusi just felt puzzled, why staring at him.

Hang Yusi was obsessed with this magical monochrome painting of light and shade, and suddenly felt something was wrong, as if something was biting his trousers.

Looking down, it turned out to be a white fold-eared cat lying on his shoe and biting everywhere, "Is the kitty hungry?" Hang Yusi picked up the kitten that was a little bigger than his palm.

After being picked up, the fold-eared cat kept looking for something to bite, sometimes biting his paintbrush, sometimes biting his sleeve, "Peter contributed your treasure."

There is always some jerky in the Pete bag to eat when you are hungry. As time goes by, Hang Yu Si knows that he will also add some snacks to eat together.

"Here you are" Pete tossed him.

Hang Yusi got it under the cat's nose, and sure enough it started to shift its target, biting the jerky, it was really hungry.Put him on the ground and slowly eat the jerky in his mouth, and continue to draw by himself.

, Hang Yusi picked it up and put it on his lap, thinking that the kitten would still eat, and was going to ask Pete for food again.

As a result, the fold-eared cat found a comfortable position on his lap, curled up and lay down to sleep, which really made him dumbfounded. Why is this cat not afraid of strangers?

A girl saw the cat on his lap and said excitedly, "Blue is asleep. It's so cute!"

"Ang, what should we do?" Hang Yusi didn't dare to move for fear of waking Mr. Cat, his body became stiff.

After a while, the professor came back from a walk and was surprised to see a kitten in Hangusi, "Is it a stray cat?"

"That's right, I don't know too well." The cat with folded ears was indeed a bit dirty, and it was not surprising that it was a stray cat.

Hang Yusi had almost finished the painting, but he always felt that something was missing in the painting. After thinking about it, he decided to add a few strokes to make the picture more vivid.It is still the old rule, wait for the last student to finish drawing the old professor to start the selection.

Professor Smith nodded with satisfaction after looking at the paintings of several people, and expressed his satisfaction even more when he finished viewing Brown's paintings.

When he finally walked in front of Hang Yusi and saw the distinctive painting, the professor smiled, "Huh? There is a cat in the painting?"

The fold-eared cat has already woken up, and is stretching its waist while propping up his pants, "Well, it's this little kitten." Hang Yusi lifted it up.

"Professor, I drew the same scene as him. The folded-eared cat has never walked there. The folded-eared cat in his painting is his own imagination, not based on the real thing." Brown stood up.

Professor Smith was not very satisfied with Brown's aggressive attitude: "Brown, this is just a sketching activity organized by us, not a competition, why are you so serious. The purpose of my bringing you out is not just to let you sketch from life, but to experience this Different people feel differently in this environment.”

"Students, put away your drawing boards. I'll take you for a stroll, and then take the car back to school." In the end, Professor Smith didn't say whose painting was better, and dismissed the matter lightly.

Hang Yusi was really weird, he had never offended Brown so much before, why Brown always seemed to be displeased with it and tried to run on him no matter what he did.

Hang Yusi stood up to pack his things, and the fold-eared cat jumped back to the ground, looking at him pitifully.After thinking about it, he asked Pete for a piece of jerky for the cat, "I'm leaving, this is for you to eat." Finally, he patted the cat's head and put on his backpack to leave.

But the fold-eared cat didn't eat the jerky, instead it followed Hang Yusi, intending to follow him home.

"Blue, look at him following you. Why don't you take him and raise him." Pete suggested.

Hang Yusi was a little hesitant, "What if this cat is raised by someone else?" If it was raised by someone else, he would just take it away, and its owner should not die in a hurry.

"I don't think so. There is no proof that this cat is naked. It just likes you because it is so clingy," said a cat slave in the same class.

"But I live in the dormitory, how can I take care of him?" Peter is his roommate, and they share a room.

Seeing the cat closely following Hang Yusi, Pete was afraid of being lost, and his heart softened, "It's okay, let's raise it secretly."

"Okay." Hang Yusi leaned down and hugged the cat in his arms, maybe this fold-eared cat was really destined for him, "Little cat, would you like to go home with me?"

"Meow~" This fold-eared cat lay in his arms and licked its paws. With its small fluffy body and soft paws, he was about to become a cat slave.

After Hang Yusi took the folded-eared cat to the pet hospital for a bath and injections, he stuffed it into his schoolbag, ran back to the dormitory while avoiding the hostess, and took the cat out.

When I was dirty before, I didn't realize that the white fur of the folded ear cat is very beautiful, and its personality is also docile, so Hang Yusi put him on the balcony to bask in the sun.When Pete came back, he saw Hangus sleeping on the folding chair on the balcony, and the cat obediently sleeping at his feet.What about the inexplicable harmony in this scene?What should I do if my roommate is going to be amazing?Wait online.

"Well, you're back." Hang Yusi heard a sound from the door, opened his eyes and saw that his roommate was frantically tapping his phone.

Pete asked, "Do you have a name for your cat?"

"Come on, I decided to name one in Chinese. It's called Yumiao! How about it?" Hang Yusi yelled, and Yumiao immediately raised his head and meowed.

Pete had a black question mark face, "ah, fish fry?" Forgive him for not being able to understand Chinese, but just felt that a very strange word popped out of Hang Yusi's mouth.

"Almost, call it whatever you want."

"Then I'll call it kitty."

Hang Yusi picked up Yumiao with an embarrassed expression on his face, "But he is a male."

"What does that matter?" Pete picked up the cat teasing stick newly bought by Hang Yusi and shook the fish to meow. "Go and eat, let's go to dining hall No. 3 today, I don't want to go too far if I'm starving."

"let's go."

Hang Yusi didn't dare to leave Yumiao alone in the dormitory, for fear that he would run out. If he was seen, Old John wouldn't be so talkative, so it's better to take him out together.

In this way, he raised a pure white fold-eared cat, worked hard every day to buy cat food, and took up the post of excrement shoveler.

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