Once a cat is played by friends

That short-lived success was not a clarion call to victory—it might be more appropriate to say it was a streetlight.

The dim yellow halo it casts conscientiously can indeed illuminate an inch of the world for a few lost moths, but it is limited to this.

At most, it is to let travelers look up occasionally, pretending that they have not lost their way.Then I used that little spark to persuade myself to drag my tired body and stagger forward again, running towards the carrot hanging in front of my eyes.

It's just that the darker the night, the slimmer the hope.

How big is the night sky? How much can a few dim beams of light illuminate?

Shen Hua once mistook this street lamp for a rising sun, and he thought that he had ushered in the morning sun.

But no one has ever promised that if you succeed once, there will be a second time.

The pain came very regularly, and it always came non-stop when Shen Hua just started to feel a little bit conscious. He never came in late or left early, nor was he passive and sabotage.

Shen Hua always felt that he was only barely maintaining a layer of intact skin, the inside had been smashed, and there was pain everywhere in his body.There are also various types of pain, some intense like acupuncture, some convulsive like convulsions, and there is no shortage of hot burning sensations - the most interesting thing is that these pains all come in rotation, and once Shen Hua starts to adapt, he will actively Intensify the transformation, let him try something new again, and don't have to worry about numbness.

Even so, Shen Hua was still able to hang a thread of clarity most of the time—if he couldn’t, he repeated Tan Jinghe silently—but even though he had tried his best, the only effect was to let Shen Hua remember how broken the fault was. It's sudden and crisp.

In just a short moment, all his light was easily blocked.

This reminded Shen Hua of a past event with the same purpose.

He had been preparing for a basketball game for a long time in middle school.Shen Hua's shooting is actually not very accurate, but he is very dexterous in passing people.In order to make up for this shortcoming, Shen Hua practiced privately for a long time. It depends on his luck when he gets to three points. It is more than enough for him to consciously participate in this competition.

Then he tore his ligament a few days before the game.

Shen Hua was very big-hearted when he was a teenager, but he still regretted it for several days. It was the first time he understood what is meant by "people plan things, and heaven makes things happen".

Shen Hua had completely forgotten what he was thinking at that time, and only remembered that he sporadically scolded some bad luck.After finishing my studies, I entered the society, and I no longer have the leisure and interest to practice shooting hard.

Strange to say, in the matter of staying awake, Shen Hua obviously did much more than he had expected at the beginning, and the effort he put in was not comparable to that at the beginning, but he didn't jump his feet like he did at the beginning when facing the same ending with minor differences.

He just thought helplessly: "Oh, let it go, can I still give up?"

Since he refused to give up, he had no choice but to obediently do his best and wait to hear the unreasonable destiny.

Thinking about it, this stunned energy is far better than back then.

Or maybe it was just that no one made him persistent at the beginning.

Shen Hua suddenly recalled his silly adolescence, and besides being amused, he also had a little light satisfaction.

He thought: "That's right. When I was young, I still insisted on what I liked. Anyway, it's not a mess."

He stamped himself, conscious that he lived up to his youth, so he turned to think about Tan Jinghe's appearance when he was young.

Are you often shy?Will it be buried in study all day long?Will you exercise every day?Is the smile pursed or bright?

Shen Hua was scratched by his own imagination, thinking that every Tan Jinghe was very cute, no matter what he liked, he wished he could go back and hook up, and live the life of an old husband and wife early.

Maybe after a long time, he won't be as reluctant as he is now.

Shen Hua sighed slightly, withdrew his endless thoughts, grabbed Tan Jinghe's hand with his paws and swayed.

He often went crazy like this recently, and Tan Jinghe was used to it, and he scratched him with his backhand without looking back, and said softly, "Wait for me for 2 minutes, it's almost done."

Shen Hua was scratched so that the flowers and branches trembled, and the short-term depression was laughed away, and he looked at Tan Jinghe with his tail wagging in a good mood.

Tan Jinghe put on a pair of glasses at this time, looking weird and dog-like, his hair was a little long, hanging down loosely, and looked a little soft.

Shen Hua suddenly remembered that he had seen Tan Jinghe's youthful appearance - he had flipped through Tan Jinghe's photo album, and he himself made a friendly appearance in one of the photos.

At that time, he didn't take it seriously, but now Shen Hua suddenly realized something was wrong.His appearance hasn't changed much from high school to now, at most he's grown a little, it's impossible for Tan Jinghe not to recognize him.

Then why did Tan Jinghe never tell him?Shen Hua judges others by himself, and feels that he is really sorry for this coincidence if he didn't use it to make fun of it [-] times.

Tan Jinghe is probably kind, and there should be four hundred times.

Just ask directly.Shen Hua typed out the question, not sure what style of answer he would hear.

He most hoped that Tan Jinghe kept the photos on purpose, but Shen Hua searched his memory all over and he didn't have any impression of Tan Jinghe, so thinking about it, he is undoubtedly a nobody to Tan Jinghe.

If the answer is really that he didn't recognize him, Shen Hua was afraid that he would not be able to resist scratching Tan Jinghe to death.These endless thoughts slipped by, and all melted into Tan Jinghe's eyes.

Tan Jinghe took a deep look at him.

Shen Hua's heart beat wildly for a moment, and he realized that his fantasies turned out to be true.

Tan Jinghe and others have not been very extroverted since they were young, and they only keep their words in their hearts, but they have a temperament that talks deep and shallow.

It's not that I feel that there is nothing worth hiding about my trivial matters, but I just pick and choose, and there is really nothing in the little boy's mind that is worth explaining to outsiders.

It's boring to think about it on weekdays, so I don't need to go out and show my eyes.

Tan Jinghe lived this kind of neither salty nor dull life for a long time.Although the noise of others calling for friends and companions occasionally passes through the silent air, gently knocking a hole on the tip of his heart, and letting out a bit of cold wind.

But in most of the leisure time, Tan Jinghe is still content to be alone.

It's just that he often feels that something is missing.Like a ring with a small hole broken, rolling it is no different from other intact ones at first glance—at most, I know how many tilts and bumps there are on the way.

Tan Jinghe just kept mumbling in a daze.

Is it missing a little? I can't help but stop for a while after rolling through a few rounds, and go to pick up the curved gaps around the body one by one-maybe there is that small piece of fit hidden inside?

This wish is not obvious on weekdays. It was not until the moment it came true that Tan Jinghe realized that he was actually looking forward to it.