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Yao Jianqi put down his bag and walked to his grandparents' room, walking very lightly, and gradually saw the big cardboard box next to the walnut chest of drawers.

"youngest--"

There was such a sound from the carton.

Yao Jianqi squatted down, the mother cat was drowsy, she didn't seem to wake up, but on the other side, a kitten with white hair and gray hair, the black eyes opened a line, and the flesh-colored paws scratched out of thin air.

The lame cat at home is a female. They didn't know it when they were young. After all, no one thought of lifting its tail to check the structure of the anus.

Yao An was the first to notice that the cat had a big belly. They hadn't returned to Anding Village for a while, and he threw a piece of pork ribs to the cat as an extra meal as usual, but the cat fell to the side in a dispirited manner. It's like having depression.

He really thought so, so he rubbed its fur kindly and comfortingly, and finally touched its protruding abdomen without any accident.

"It's a tumor." He said to Yao Jianqi.

Yao Jianqi rolled his eyes at the other party, picked up the cat himself, and felt a lot heavier, but it was better than Yao An's hand on his chest at night, at least he could breathe.

The cat's nipples seem to be getting bigger and red, which I couldn't see before, and the hair around them seems to have lost some.

With a little bit of theoretical knowledge that is better than nothing, Yao Jianqi checked the Internet and consulted a pet doctor to confirm that she was pregnant.

Before giving birth, the three-legged cat hid in the closet and built a nest for itself. The old couple of the Yao family simply bought a new one for it, stuffed with the warm clothes he and Yao An used when they were young.Yao Jianqi only found out afterward that the mother cat refused to stay calm during the delivery, and almost had an accident after a frantic walk. The first kitten was stillborn, and nearly an hour later, when the second litter was born, the mother cat bit off the umbilical cord. The old couple waited for a long time, and there was no third child.

"It's you."

As Yao Jianqi said, he couldn't help touching the tip of its claws, but turned around halfway, lifted it up, and put it on his shoulder.

He smelled a hint of milk, and patted the kitten's back lightly. The cat hiccupped delicately, right next to his ear, with a soft breath.

It's very appealing.

Yao Jianqi continued to stroke it and walked towards the living room.

The table is already full of dishes, and Yan Huai'en just sat down.

Grandma placed a pair of chopsticks in front of Yan Huai'en, and was still talking to him. Yao Jianqi just came in, only to hear "Eat first, and then go when you are full."

After soaking in the water for a long time, the soles of the feet are also soft, and it hurts a little after stepping on the green anti-skid board for a long time.Yao An raised his feet and looked at them, and sure enough there were many grid-like red bars embedded in them.

"Let's go." He picked up his slippers and sports bag.

"Fuck." Zhan Xing suddenly felt emotional, "You almost bluffed me."

Yao An cast a glance at him: "Huh?"

"Just like your expression just now," Zhan Xing muttered, "It's like a fucking lovelorn."

"..."

Yao An clenched his fists: "Do you not speak Chinese?"

He made a gesture, walked around Kaixing to the locker room.

"Don't be in a hurry, buddy." Zhan Xing stepped forward and laughed, "Although it's been a while, but I believe you—hey, I believe you can't do it."

Yao An was pulled by him and refused to let go.

Yao An: "What fart is there?"

"It's not fart, I have a score, really!" Zhan Xing was confident.

Yao An let go of his grip: "What score?"

Zhan Xing said, "It's about our brother..."

"My brother." Yao An wanted to correct him.

"Fuck you." Zhan Xing nodded his chin, and continued, "Looking at the relationship between me and your brother, it is true that a child with more ideas is different from you."

"..." Yao An held back temporarily, "And then?"

"Since you said that he has someone he likes, but he doesn't want to tell you—" Zhan Xing fully activated his clever mind and announced, "then there are only two possibilities."

Yao An raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

"The first one," Zhanxing said loudly, "he has a grudge against you."

Yao An's fist rose slowly.

"The second one!" Zhan Xing jumped to the safe area in a very quick reaction, slowly stretched out two fingers, and bent them.

"The person he likes is tricky."

After eating, Yao Jianqi put down the cat, and went up the mountain with Yan Huai'en, a hill facing north, Baixia Qingqing Tomb.

Yan Huai'en stood in front, carrying a bamboo basket containing some sacrificial vegetables and a cup of willow eyebrow tea.

Yan Muchun passed away last spring, and someone came to the damp ashes under the stele.

Maybe it was the second elder of the Yao family who came here in the morning, maybe it was Yao An who came earlier, maybe it was a former student or old friend.

Yao Jianqi stepped forward and arranged the contents of the basket for Yan Huai'en. When he was about to kneel down, Yan Huai'en held his arm.

"No need." Yan Huai'en said.

Yan Muchun never needed anyone to kneel down to him, or even think about him.

Yao Jianqi stayed with Yan Huai'en for a long time, took one last look at the stele, and went down the mountain to wait.

He engraved the light smoke and light scenery in the distance, and his brushstrokes were freehand, thinking about which kinds of pigments could turn them into paintings.

Tea brown, warm gray, brown red...

He heard sparse footsteps, stepping on rotten leaves and new leaves, Yan Huai'en's knees were slightly wet, and he said to Yao Jianqi: "Let's go."

Grandpa Yao and Grandma Yao sat waiting for the child, but they couldn't bear the tiredness in the afternoon, and fell asleep while sitting on the chairs, snoring differently, and neither one woke the other up.

Yan Huai'en closed the door for them, and signaled Yao Jianqi with his eyes to go to another room.

Yao Jianqi then went to the next door, sat on the mandarin duck bed that he slept on when he came, and picked up the bag beside him.

"I'll go to the chicken farm and see if there are any eggs laid." Yan Huai'en walked into the house and went out through the back door.

Yao Jianqi looked out, then he unzipped the chain of the bag and took out a sketchbook from it.

He unfolded it lightly, until the page he read most recently, the torn-off half of the test paper was stuck on it with transparent glue.

Yao Jianqi only stayed there for a moment, skimmed to the next brand new page, took out the pen holder, looked around, thought, got up and moved the chair, and began to draw in front of the mandarin duck tent.

First, he hastily decided on the composition, perspective, and focus. After sorting out the lines, he began to slowly refine the bird patterns on both sides of the canopy bed, and even a piece of mottled falling paint...

"squeak--"

The back door was suddenly pushed open, Yao Jianqi raised his head unexpectedly, and saw Yan Huai'en standing in the door frame, with his head slightly raised, covering his nose with both hands, blood was flowing from between his fingers.

Yao Jianqi stood up in surprise, "Why do you..."

"It's just a joke." Yan Huai'en mocked himself and gave him a comforting look, "It's not a big deal."

Yao Jian got up in a hurry and covered the sketchbook on the chair: "I'll get you some paper."

He ran into the living room, where his grandparents were still sleeping. He picked up the paper tube on the table as quickly and quietly as possible, and when he was about to rush back, he walked away again and rushed to the toilet.

Yao Jianqi picked up a face towel, wet it quickly under the faucet, and ran back to the room.

"Here's the paper..."

Yao Jianqi stood on the spot.

Yan Huai'en didn't care to raise his head to stop the bleeding, his eyes flashed back and forth between the floor and Yao Jianqi, he was very sorry.

"I, I accidentally..."

On the ground, apart from the crooked chair, there was also a test paper that escaped from the sketchbook and was spread out on its back.

On the naked man's neck, there is a leaf-shaped jade.

Yao An tied the jade and tightened the rope so that it fell just one finger below the collarbone.

He packed up his things and walked out of the dressing room. Zhan Xing was waiting for him at the door with his sausage in his mouth. When he saw someone coming out, he went to the hotel together.

"No." Yao An kicked away a piece of fruit stone blocking the way, "It's not tricky."

"Impossible!" Zhan Xing firmly asserted, "It must be because you didn't think about it."

"I think he's gone all the way." Yao An replied angrily.

Zhan Xing smacked his lips, danced his sausage and said, "It's not that there is a lack of tricks in life, but the lack of eyes to see the tricks." He patted Yao An on the shoulder, "Tell me, what kind of women does your brother usually meet with?" Child, I will give you on-site guidance and analysis, and the safekeeping is reliable."

Yao An looked at Zhan Xing's demigod face and thought it was very metaphysical.

But love itself is quite metaphysical.

"He," Yao An mused, "I rarely get in touch with girls, except grandma and auntie, and that's Mr. Jiang." Yao An recalled as he walked, "I don't have many friends, and the scope of activities is basically the school and the studio. …By the way, many girls came to the studio to watch him paint, and took pictures of him outside the window, and I caught quite a few of them.”

"Sure," Zhan Xing sighed in admiration, "Since ancient times, handsome men have come out of my generation, and young people out of blue are better than blue!"

"Don't just say useless things." Yao An looked at him impatiently.

"Okay, okay." Zhanxing threw the bamboo sticks into the trash can, "So that's it, I have a few questions."

Coughed twice again, and said seriously: "Has your brother communicated with those girls, just, a little bit?"

"No." Yao An replied immediately.

"not even one?"

Yao An shook his head.

"That's not..." Zhan Xing scratched his chin, struggling on the curb.

The red light above his head was on, and neither of them left, Zhan Xing casually glanced at the opposite side.

Just this one glance, blessed to the soul.

Zhan Xing turned his head suddenly, grabbed Yao An with bright eyes, and asked excitedly: "You said he doesn't hang out with girls very much, right?"

Yao An was confused: "Yes."

"Girl??" Zhan Xing confirmed again.

"Yes—" Yao An pushed him annoyed.

Zhanxing didn't let go, shook his shoulders, and emphasized again: "Only girls? Female??"

"What's wrong with you..."

Zhan Xing suddenly exerted force, pulled Yao An by the shoulders, and turned to face the opposite side of the road.

On the side, the red number counts down to 0, the green light is on, and the madness flows across the zebra crossing.

A group of men and women dressed in gorgeous costumes, with rainbows splashed all over their faces, came forward, like a grand and beautiful spring feast.

In front of them was a gay parade.