Under the predecessor's cat curse GL

"Meow!!!"

Everyone who took a nap upstairs heard this cat meow in their sleep. If there is a word to describe this meow, it must be "miserable".

A fierce battle was going on in the spacious living room. Xia Shuang pressed Daju on the sofa, and was holding a floral skirt in her hand to let the cat wear it.

He Dongyang would rather die than give in, she bit the gauze skirt tightly, and she would not let go until it bit a few holes in the gauze skirt.

What a hobby, if you have to set it up for her, it will make the cat mad every day.

"Yangyang, good boy, put on your clothes and give you canned fish."

Xia Shuang coaxed her with a half-hearted smile, her voice was so sweet that she hadn't seen it for a long time. If she ignored her ready-to-move hands, then all of this would be beautiful.

However, He Dongyang believes that she has ghosts, and besides who wants to eat those rotten things, now that He Dongyang can eat normal food, he is no longer interested in those snacks.

"Yangyang, I'll draw a picture for you when you get dressed, and put it in my art exhibition."

He Dongyang bit the green gauze skirt and looked back at her with doubts in his eyes. Are you sure you want to hang her cat portrait in the art exhibition?

Could it be that he held her to sleep all night yesterday, making people stupid.

"Yangyang is the most obedient, isn't she?"

No matter how Ren Xiashuang lied, He Dongyang just wouldn't be fooled. Today's quota has not been used yet, so she might not be able to hold back and transform.

Fighting wits and courage with a cat is so tiring, Xia Shuang was thinking about how to be deceived, but He Dongyang ran away in a hurry.

All of a sudden, he jumped to the cat food cabinet, threw a small bag of cat food under Xia Shuang's eyes, and made a tugging expression at Xia Shuang.

Xia Shuang couldn't help laughing, and asked with a smile: "You are a human being, where are you going with the cat food, and run away from home?"

"Are you used to living outside? Someone will wake up at night and cook you supper..."

Before she finished speaking, Xia Shuang couldn't help being quiet, and swallowed the rest of her words.

……

It was a hot summer, with frogs chirping and insects chirping. Their home at this time was close to the fields, on the edge of the city, and the nights were cool and quiet.

"He Dongyang, what are you collecting things for?"

Xia Shuang's drawing board was placed by the window, and she was sitting in front, holding a brush in her hand, her dark eyes were full of doubts.

He Dongyang was wearing flip flops, a sleeveless vest and shorts, and his long hair was twisted into a braid, casually draped over his shoulders.

"What? You have the nerve to ask, I'm going to run away from home, if you can't find me, I won't come back."

Lifting up the broken hair on her shoulders, Xia Shuang looked serious: "I'm going to run away from home, will you get used to sleeping outside, will someone make you supper at night, who will get up and wipe your body when it's hot?"

He Dongyang threw down the big and small bags heavily, and put his hands on his hips: "Hey, you just wiped my back for me. Let me ask you, do you need to hold your thighs when you wipe your back?"

"Isn't it necessary? You are as stupid as the big gray next door. In addition, you always use fear of cats as an excuse, and then get into my arms and beat me. Is this really good?"

He Dongyang blushed at what she said, picked up a few pockets, and said very miserablely: "I'm leaving, you go with yourself."

"Okay." Xia Shuang turned her head to look at her, unable to hide her smile, "By the way, throw away the garbage at the door together."

"Yes, yes, I have always been throwing out the garbage."

"I want to draw, otherwise what will you do if you really run away from home? Also, think about it on the way, and write your Chapter 2 when you come back."

Hearing this, He Dongyang let out a howl.

……

Little by little was still in her heart, Xia Shuang laughed at herself, she could recall the life of a big man in the country from cats, she was dazed.

The great interest was interrupted, Xia Shuang answered the phone, cleaned herself up and went out.

As soon as He Dongyang heard her call, he knew she was going to someone else's exhibition, and he would only come back at night after going there. He Dongyang suddenly felt uncomfortable, threw the cat food back, and watched her leave.

The house was empty again, and even when the time for his favorite show was up, He Dongyang didn't bother to turn on the TV, and he didn't want to write a book. He didn't know where the inspiration was stuck.

He Dongyang walked back and forth on the sofa, looking up at the clock on the wall, Xia Shuang had only been out for less than 5 minutes.

Suddenly, an idea exploded in her mind, and it was still too late to follow the past.

He Dongyang couldn't wait to go out, when he met big and small black at the door, he beckoned them to come in and play by themselves, she didn't dare to delay any longer.

The car that hit Xia Shuang downstairs had just started, and He Dongyang was panting in the grass. It seemed that it would be wiser to follow up secretly this time.

The person who called just now was most likely Lin Xin. She really wanted to know what she was going to do when she asked someone out every day and the other was on call.

Before he could catch his breath, the car he was staring at had already driven out of the community. He Dongyang jumped onto the lamppost, brought his sharp eyes to the extreme, and saw where Xia Shuang was going.

Isn't this still going to Tongxin Gallery?

The corners of He Dongyang's mouth curled up, and he took a shortcut to the exhibition hall.

There is not much traffic at the entrance of Tongxin Gallery, and the people who come are basically people from the industry. It seems that this is just a private art exhibition.

"Crossing mountains and ridges" along the way was really tiring, and seeing Xia Shuang's car safely parked at the opposite corner, He Dongyang dragged his tongue at least to be able to rest for a while.

Her pink tongue fell out, like a hanged ghost, but she still spit out hot air from her mouth.

The inside of his mouth felt as if it was going to catch fire, and He Dongyang couldn't take care of it anymore, and if he kept resting, the day lily would be cold.

Looking left and right, there was no loophole for sneaking in. He Dongyang lamented silently, fearing paw paws and decided to enter through the main entrance. Her posture was high, like a special guest.

It's a pity that as soon as she realized the words "safety in and out", the security guard at the door stared at her in surprise with an expression of disbelief.

"Cats also come to see paintings. Art is really attractive."

"What nonsense, I will go in and break things later, is it you or me who is responsible?"

"Looks like the two of us?"

The security guard on the left realized it later, grabbed He Dongyang who was sneaking in immediately, lifted her by the back of the neck and threw her on the lawn next to her.

He Dongyang: "..."

Such humiliation, one day she will wash it off.

She hated to dig the lawn under her. Why can't cats see the art exhibition? Don't they know how the image of Mickey Mouse was created?

... Although there is no certain logic in these two things, but where she, He Dongyang wants to go, she can find a way.

Isn't cats not allowed to go in? He Dongyang smiled contemptuously, and got into the women's toilet beside him. What came out again was not a cat, but a fair lady with a plain face, more beautiful than pearls, at least at first glance.

This time the security guard let her in casually, without even asking for the invitation.

Walking in, the bustle of the exhibition can be seen in front of your eyes. People hold champagne and talk about art, most of them are whispering to avoid disturbing others.

He Dongyang glanced quickly, but he didn't see Xia Shuang's figure, so he couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

"Dongyang!"

He Dongyang shuddered when he heard someone calling her name behind him, and turning his head stiffly, he saw a middle-aged woman in a wavy long-sleeved dress.

Those who publish text also come to see the art exhibition?

"It's really you. I didn't dare to recognize you when I saw it from a distance at the door. Didn't you say that you are abroad, why are you in the art exhibition? Great writers are also interested in painting?"

He Dongyang smiled, but Sister Wang's yell just now was so loud that it shook her soul.

"Ah, Sister Wang, don't come here for nothing, don't come here for nothing, my mouth is still sweet. I... just came back for a few days. How is it, how are you doing recently?"

Sister Wang looked at her with her hips on her hips, and replied, "Don't greet me, I want to ask you, is your injured hand better?"

He Dongyang laughed in embarrassment, and stretched out a pair of trembling hands to Sister Wang: "The external injury can't be seen, and the internal injury still needs rest. Don't act too hastily, lest things backfire."

His hands were shaking like he had Parkinson's syndrome. Sister Wang asked suspiciously, "You either wrote too many novels and had fantasies that you shouldn't have, or you just want to delay the manuscript."

"How come, Sister Wang, you have to trust me, am I the most diligent?" He Dongyang kept an eye on the time, and 5 minutes had passed by now, so she had to say goodbye in a hurry, "Oh, I have something to do, so I won't talk to you anymore , Let’s talk about it another day.”

After He Dongyang finished speaking, he was about to withdraw. Sister Wang quickly grabbed her hand and said, "What are you in a hurry for? I can't find anyone and I can't get through the phone. Today is just right. Let me introduce someone to you."

I almost fainted on the spot, and I couldn't even exchange pleasantries for a long time during the introduction.

"Sister Wang, why don't you look at this..."

"You say that every time you drag your manuscript. Who would believe it? Besides, you didn't have an invitation letter just now. If I hadn't given those two idiots a password, you would still be basking in the sun outside the door. So, today's You have to give me face."

He Dongyang was dragged and dragged for 50 meters, and he refused to go to the person whom Wang Jie wanted to introduce.

Sister Wang greeted that person across two people. He Dongyang took a look and thought, how could it be her.

"Xiaoxin, let me introduce you. This is the pillar of our agency, the record holder of monthly sales, He Dongyang who wrote the moving "Riverside"."

"Dongyang, this is my niece, Lin Xin."

While Sister Wang was speaking, He Dongyang searched the surroundings, but he still didn't see Xia Shuang.

"Mr. He, hello, I'm Lin Xin, nice to meet you."

Sister Wang's bragging and Lin Xin's outstretched right hand made He Dongyang feel uncomfortable for a long time.

She shook Lin Xin's hand politely and smiled, "Nice to meet you."

Then, the two let go of their hands silently.

"I have read many of your books, and I find them very instructive."

He Dongyang was determined not to exceed the time limit in front of others, so he casually replied: "Me too."

The smiles of the two on the side gradually disappeared. Sister Wang gave He Dongyang an elbow and said in a low voice, "Are you listening to Xiaoxin?"

"I'm sorry, my stomach is uncomfortable. I was a little distracted just now. Ms. Lin looks very busy, so I won't bother you. Sister Wang, do you have any paper?" He Dongyang said while covering his stomach.

Sister Wang had nothing to do with her, so she lowered her head to find paper for her from her bag.

Lin Xin didn't speak at the side, and He Dongyang pulled the corner of his mouth hard at her.

"Dongyang..."

So, after searching for a long time, the person who still couldn't find it appeared.