REMIX

Since then, the matter of "climbing up to the terrace and giving me roses" has become the capital of Gong Junye's pride in the second half of his life, the kind that can be talked about on the wine table.He said he hasn't been as romantic as an idiot since he was 25.

In fact, I also think that being able to think hard to please him, even if there is no gold medal title and wedding ceremony, is a rare event in life.

Before school started in March, after several rational discussions with him, I decided to officially adopt the stray cats in the community, and picked a day when the temperature warmed up, and took them to a nearby pet center for neutering.

Sadly we didn't find the yellow one, it was missing.And according to Mr. Gong Junye's eloquent narration, he caught it once years ago, and this brother was busy obsessing over a flirty white female cat, so he had no time to talk to him because he was obsessed with sex. Day gone, presumably eloped.Cats, like people, have doomed fates, so I don't have to worry too much about them.

I recalled this lingering story for at most 1 minute, and said, are you kidding me?

But we really only have two left, so I was frustrated by such a crippled ending. Sitting with him in the rest area outside the operating room, listening to the little girl at the table tell how their Teddy and the neighbor's Pomeranian The three hundred rounds of the battle, the climax of the plot, is exciting. I glanced around and saw that the owners who were treating and bathing their pets were all listening with ecstasy. Gong Junye's whole body was lying on my back.

When we were talking about Nabomei's strange pregnancy, a staff member came to inform us that the operation was completed.

The cats lay pitifully in the box, the anesthesia hadn’t passed yet, I stroked them with my eyes through the cage, and listened to the veterinarian’s explanation of all aspects that need to be paid attention to by the owner during the postoperative recovery period, including a series of meticulous care such as diet and cleaning Use pen and paper to record the follow-up work one by one, and then hand the notepad to Gong Junye.When I couldn't come back from school, he had to do it for me.

Keeping pets is a troublesome job, not just for fun. I think that since I have accepted a life, I have to bear full responsibility for birth, old age, sickness and death just like human beings.

We went home and put the two sleeping little ones upstairs and he said, name the cat?

At that time, a nostalgic Hong Kong film was playing on the TV. I had a flash of inspiration and pointed to the flower cat and said that it was called Wushuang.

I want to listen to the black cat's words. It feels like he has adopted two children. I look forward to watching him circling in the kitchen, stuffing the cut fruits into the juicer and closing the lid. Stirring violently for a while, he pondered, then call him Old Wang.

……

The old Wang next door is a simple and vigorous villain with a deep city, a hint of cunning in the mystery, a cute and charming villain.

I found that I couldn't say a word of objection. Thinking of this person's appearance and his IQ, I had mixed feelings in my heart, and my eyes were a little moist.

I have to recognize Wangcai Laifu Cuihua as a dog egg.

He is handsome and he is right in everything he says.

Mr. Gong's spare time life has become more colorful after raising a cat.He used to call me when I was resting face down on the bed after a whole day of class, saying that two little rascals got into some trouble today and ruined nearly half of his black clothes and killed him. He had to lock the cloakroom and recording studio tightly. The most ridiculous time, when a group of his business friends came to talk about the matter, he saw his majestic figure with Wushuang in one hand and Lao Wang lying on his shoulders. ——He said that he would never forget the eyes of the people in the room.

Lao Wang is obsessed with the joyful feeling of standing on the shoulders of giants, and is keen to disguise himself as fur and lie on Gong Junye's shoulders. Even the five-pack Miaoxianbao can't shake his will, and he almost wants to lie down on Gong Junye's shoulders. Cervical spondylosis.

Even when I kissed him before going out, I jumped from his shoulder to mine.

So I touched the tabby cat nestled in my arms, and said, look at Wushuang, who is so quiet.

Gong Junye was equally hostile to any creature that competed with him for favor, glanced faintly, and said disdainfully, "It's not a serious cat at first sight."

Wushuang was scared to death of him.

He may be a wolf.

On the first weekend in May, Xia Jie called me home and said that he wanted to discuss a major matter.

I wondered how serious the matter was, and ran from the study room to the corridor with my mobile phone in my hands to stand ready. She gave a brief overview of the matter on the phone: the coffee shop where she had worked for three years was about to close.

The owner of the coffee shop is forced by family affairs to resign and return to the countryside before the summer. The shop in his hand must either be sold or find a suitable next home to resell. He still has a month to do an inventory of the fixed assets in the shop. He gave a price that was neither high nor low, which happened to be within the range that Xia Jie needed to weigh and hesitate.

After listening to it, I thought about it in my mind, or I didn't want to worry so much at all, and within a minute, I said to her, "If you want to pick it up, just pick it up."

"That's it?" She obviously questioned my ill-considered happiness, and her tone weakened, revealing a bit of worry that can be imagined: "If you lose money, you won't even be able to go to school."

"When I was a child, you never taught me the dilemma."

I said, "Do what you like."

Even with such a bold and unrestrained threat, I still felt a sudden soreness in my heart, feeling that I have survived those days of bad clothes and bad food, and now I have the freedom to choose, but I am looking forward and backward.

"Don't be afraid." I said, "At worst, I will be poor with you again."

"Bah, little bastard, I have too little confidence in your mother." She spat at me with a smile, "Wait for my good news."

In the next half month, she really bought the shop, but it was only the coffee machine and some valuable items inside. She was very flexible and gave up the original high-rent shop in time, planning to move the shop to another road. On the street, she changed her appearance and regained her life ideal of being a boss.

Ms. Xia accepted my compliment modestly, and then asked, "When will you be free to come back and help me move things?"

As soon as I heard the time, I flipped through the class schedule and compared it, and said regretfully, "It will definitely not work next week. The elective courses are all crowded on the weekend."

"Forget it..." She was a little embarrassed, "Find a few friends? It's my fault... the moving company, there are not so many things, it feels like a waste of resources..."

I said leave it alone and leave it to me.

"Ok?"

Hearing me repeat the words, Gong Junye let out an exclamation as if he was alive, "I heard you right, right? You have something to ask me." "Yes."

I stood on the stairs and called him, looking at the green branches outside the window, and the air smelled of fermented pollen.I squinted my eyes against the light, and asked him politely, "Can I ask you?"

"That's what I said."

He seemed to have left the microphone and whistled to the people around him, and immediately a group of big men responded with pride, "Go, go to work at the mother-in-law's house."