Under the predecessor's cat curse GL

very noisy.

Cicada clamored for the heat in the tree.

It's been another month, and the cat in the house has not yet fully transformed into a human, and the situation has become very headache, making people want to pull their hair.He Dongyang couldn't control the timing of his transformation when he was still an hour away. One second he was still a human, and the next second he became a lump of liquid meat.

The city museum was full of people, and the vehicles were parked in the parking lot in an orderly manner.

People with a demure aura walked into the museum arm in arm, talking and laughing about the talented painter who won the first place in the province at the age of 15 and won a place in the industry at the age of 24.

Today is Xia Shuang's exclusive art exhibition, everyone said that she is the proud child of heaven, this road is going smoother than most people, but most people see how glamorous this person is on the surface.

At first glance, they are all impressive achievements, and those who stayed in the rental house at night were bitten several times because of too many mosquitoes, so that they were still tickled in the middle of the night, or because the smell of the smelly sewer at the door was too strong. Can't eat, or have to manually shake the fan when the electricity bill is not paid in summer, etc. Only the person next to him can see it most clearly.

Last month, the owner of the art exhibition postponed the art exhibition until today due to unforeseen circumstances. Many people who had spare time but encountered her operation, once they got angry, they simply stopped coming.

Although there were quite a few people who accepted the invitation letter as if they hadn’t received anything, those who were present today almost broke through the museum’s door.

They laughed and said that if they could be exhibited in a museum, half of their pursuit in this life would be achieved.

Inside, the paintings soaked in sweat and painstaking efforts day and night are laid out in a loose pattern.Some of them are eye-catching in color, and some are full of light and shadow. When you look up, you will be immersed in them occasionally, forgetting that there are picture frames around and people around.

Walking through the crowd, in an additional exhibition room, Xia Shuang tied her long hair on the back of her head for the first time in a long time, and the long hair fell softly on her neck.

Today, Xia Shuang wore a dark blue knee-length skirt. She rarely wore such an elegant color, but it was surprisingly eye-catching.

She held a microphone in her hand, wiped her red lips, and talked with people in a leisurely manner.

The people around her wore necklaces anyway, but Xia Shuang only wore an old bracelet on her hand.

There are the most people in this room. Apart from Xia Shuang himself being here, the other reason is that all the portraits of an orange cat are placed here.

Or jumping, or lazily lying on the stomach, or baring their teeth and claws.

The reporter whose working hours were adjusted according to Xia Shuang's art exhibition really couldn't figure it out. According to what she knew, that is, the gossip, Xia Shuang didn't like cats, and even hated cats.

But the cat here looks silly and cute, as long as you feel it, you will read Xia Shuang's love for this cat.

The reporter searched around, but did not find a well-known writer who frequented the same place as her and behaved intimately.

Others came to see the paintings, but this reporter was not, she came to gossip.

Xia Shuang's eyes were flat, and she was able to handle other people's inquiries with ease.

The reporter squeezed in, couldn't wait to hand the wheat to Xia Shuang, and asked according to the script: "Miss Xia Shuang, what are your thoughts and experiences on this exhibition?"

"I think everything should be done carefully, whether it's oil painting or life." Xia Shuang hooked the broken hair that fell to her cheeks behind her ears, with a smile on her lips, "Some things are not good if you do it deliberately, just like last I chose to postpone the time until today, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to participate.”

The reporter was confused and only understood the latter part.

But she persevered and pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose: "There are a lot of portraits of cats today, are they new ones recently, but I heard that you don't like cats, did something happen that changed your mind?"

Xia Shuang can be regarded as hearing something, this is not for the art exhibition, but for her private life.

Neither hot nor cold, Xia Shuang only replied: "Inspiration, this thing can't be stopped when it comes."

People were watching the reporter's interview, Xia Shuang was not in a hurry, but the reporter was almost sweating.

So, she felt that the foreshadowing was almost enough, and she plucked up the courage to ask: "There is a question that has nothing to do with the art exhibition. I hope Miss Xia Shuang doesn't care too much. I remember that Teacher He Dongyang would accompany you to the art exhibition before. Recently, she seems to be It has been silent for a while, and the new book has not been published. Excuse me, do you know her plan?"

Xia Shuang raised her eyebrows, feeling helpless about the reporter's professionalism. There are quite a lot of people here. Wouldn't she ask this kind of question in public to make her unable to find a way to go down?

Now that the steps have been removed for her, why not go straight up.

Xia Shuang sneered: "Shouldn't you ask her about this kind of thing? What does her matter have to do with me..."

The reporter was speechless, and thought to himself, it's not been a year or two since you two lived together, why are you leaving it clean now.

Xia Shuang put down the champagne glass, fiddled with the bracelet on her wrist intentionally or unintentionally, and said casually: "I don't do anything at home all day, I just lie on the sofa, if you can ask her about her next plan, even I will Thank you. I'm sorry, there are still guests who need to be entertained, you can do whatever you want."

reporter:"……"

etc!Is this an admission? !

"Teacher Xia, wait a minute!"

The reporter was rushing away from the crowd, and Xia Shuang could no longer be found after going out.

……

The sun was shining brightly, shining brightly through the window and shining on the soft sofa.

On the armrest of the sofa, a fluffy tail swayed back and forth, and there was light music with a strong rhythm in the room. The tail was very spiritual, and almost every flick was right on point.

Orange cat... He Dongyang felt that his bones were crispy and soft, and it was really comfortable to lie on his stomach and bask in the sun.Since returning from a self-driving tour for half a month, because Xia Shuang was driving most of the time because of her distress, she took care of Xia Shuang in every detail for a week, and now she feels comfortable so leisurely.

Xia Shuang would not be polite to her, so until this morning, she still let her feed the food into her mouth.

Smash it, smash your mouth, He Dongyang yawned.

It's a pity that today's art exhibition is Xia Shuang's most important one so far, but He Dongyang's condition is too unstable, and now he can only dare to stay at home.

After yawning, He Dongyang became a man again in an instant, slumped on the sofa like a horse on his back.

No wonder, it has been like this for three days, as long as you complete the last task, you can say goodbye to that fleshy body.

However, the last task is not a vegetarian, it requires the two to give each other gifts.

The rich and powerful He Dongyang bought a lot of things for Xia Shuang, expensive and cheap, everything for fun, food and clothing.

Xia Shuang reciprocated the gift, and added a few words of blessing when giving the gift.

The system is rather stubborn. I don't know which wire is not connected correctly. Half of the room's gifts are piled up, but it just refuses to accept it.

"Break the system."

He Dongyang turned over and lay on his back, shaking his feet from side to side, muttering in his mouth.

"I'm so tired, I have no inspiration at all, and I don't want to write a word."

He Dongyang turned back again, and buried his face in the scented air-conditioning quilt. Xia Shuang assigned her a task before going to the art exhibition, asking her to write Chapter 1.

The more pressing, the more urgent and the more chaotic, He Dongyang didn't even want to lay the groundwork, and went directly to the topic, sublimated it, and then ended.

These years, the inspiration really seems to have dried up. At that time, she was full of energy to write one night, and could continue to write the next day. Now, it is really miserable, and she has suffered from affliction.

Don't listen to any voice of doubt, the more people live, the more hypocritical they become.

Thoughts tossed and turned, He Dongyang shrank into a ball of cats while covering the quilt.

Da Hei, who had been hearing her moaning all the time, poked his head out from her former room, and asked cautiously: "Boss, what's wrong with you, is it a headache or something?"

He Dongyang said "ah": "I have a headache, it feels like it's going to explode."

Then there are people again.

Her long hair was arched in a mess, her face was facing the sky, her brows were frowning, she had no sense of beauty at all.

"I don't want to type yet..." He Dongyang sat up, "I give you two a task, I say you type."

Big and small blacks have seen the scene of her typing hard on the cat's body. The speed and claws are cramping. Besides, they don't know the strange characters on the black buttons.

The other side remained silent.

He Dongyang suffered from ADHD, wrapped the quilt around his body, stretched out a foot, and suddenly began to sigh: "I won't be a cat any more, I won't be able to understand you anymore..."

This sadness had just surfaced, before Xiaohei cried and expressed it, He Dongyang went on to say: "Then you scold me, and I don't understand, and I tell you to do things, and you don't know what I'm talking about. Ah, my boss life is over!"

Big and small black: "..."

"Yes, find a pen and paper, and agree on a set of code words."

After He Dongyang finished speaking, he put down the quilt and went to the TV cabinet to search for things, pressed the big and small black to his face, and told them fiercely what each symbol represented.

Those two brains didn't have much water in the first place, and they were pressed by her to memorize things for a day, and even the first three were confused.

In the evening, when Xia Shuang came back, she was seeing He Dongyang ordering Da Hei arrogantly, and the things she asked for were particularly difficult, such as helping her pack her socks.

Xia Shuang threw a box on the table and took a deep breath: "He Dongyang, what are you doing!"

He Dongyang was about to die of anger, but when he heard this sound, his anger was instantly extinguished, and he turned into a slim person while running towards Xia Shuang.

Hugging the man in his arms, He Dongyang was very satisfied, and asked in a rambling manner: "How is it going, how is today?"

"Successful," Xia Shuang helped her cut her hair, "I bought a cake, let's eat the cake tonight."

Fearing that he would look like an orange cat again later, He Dongyang leaned over and kissed the corner of Xia Shuang's mouth without warning, and smiled: "Wow, people are worse than cakes, you see, I don't have anything to congratulate Teacher Xia , How about this, I will give myself to you."

Xia Shuang didn't let her pull away, but put the tip of her nose close to her: "It's a good idea."

The breath mixed with the other party's fragrance, and a white light spread from He Dongyang's body like a shining star.

[Congratulations! 】

It turns out that the best gift is you.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-08-0417:40:46~2020-08-0517:27:21期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Xia Sheng;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 8 bottles of Shenhuai; Li Changan is very bad! 6 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!