as you meet

When he was thinking this way, a black and white cat ran up to rub against his hanging hand, and then stretched out its limbs comfortably.

Song Shihe nodded its head lightly, and said a little funnyly:

"Say, little thing, how did you make Shengsheng want to take you home?"

The cat ignored him, raised its head and walked away, as if it was very proud of being favored.

It seems that it is true that Shelley wrote that cats are lazy, naughty and naughty, and they are also arrogant and scheming.Song Shihe has always thought cats are cute, but today he suddenly changed his mind.

Fortunately, Ji Yusheng didn't meet his mother when he returned home, so he quickly took half a bag of bread from the table and ran back kicking his slippers.

When he ran towards Song Shihe with the setting sun on his back, Song Shihe knew that Ji Yusheng would always be the rose that he greedily hoped that spring would let him pick it and the love letter he sent to him for the rest of his life.

While tearing the bread carefully, Ji Yusheng asked Song Shihe:

"Is your home far from here?"

"It's not far, it's the building A at the front of the housing estate in front." Song Shihe pointed to a housing estate in the distance and said.

Leaving aside that the housing estate was far away, Ji Yusheng didn't understand why Song Shihe had to tell him the detailed address.

"By the way." Song Shihe said as if seeing his doubts.Not only that, in fact, I said it with the idea that if you have time, you might as well come to see me at home and chat with me.

"Let me feed you."

At this moment, Ji Yusheng was holding a corner of a square bun in one hand, tearing the bread with the other hand and laughing, Song Shihe stretched out his hand and tore half of the bread, and brushed Ji Yusheng's hand vaguely.

Ji Yusheng was taken aback for a moment, and a thunderbolt flashed in his heart. He looked at Song Shihe, only to see that he was tearing the bread on his own, and then his hands began to sweat.

What he didn't know was that Song Shihe was about to grab his hand just now, and Song Shihe was still annoyed at his rudeness when he tore the bread.

After saying goodbye to Song Shihe, when Ji Yusheng went home to review, he found that it was easier for him to master art knowledge after completing the first tutoring class.After today's class, when Ji Yusheng appreciating a new painting, he finally did not appreciate it indiscriminately, but methodically started from the most basic lines, such as whether there are dotted lines and diagonal lines, etc., which made him appreciate Song Shihe Appreciation deepened.

He couldn't wait to share the joy of being immersed in art with his husband in the letter.For some reason, when I mentioned Song Shihe when writing letters, the scene at dusk would always appear, and the tip of my pen would tremble slightly.

He briefly shared with his husband that he seemed to have met a bosom friend, but for some reason, when he talked about Song Shihe, Ji Yusheng felt that there were many, many words that seemed to fall from the tip of the pen, and the letter paper seemed to be unable to bear his strange excitement. Got punctured several times.

Ji Yusheng could only suppress his urge to share more about Song Shihe with his husband, and carefully asked him about his recent situation.

Mother came home late at night and saw that there was a bag of bread missing on the table, so she went to the room to ask Ji Yusheng, and Ji Yusheng immediately put the husband's letter in the drawer and locked it.

"The bread on the table is for tomorrow's breakfast, have you eaten it?"

"I took some to feed the stray cats downstairs."

"Huh?" His mother frowned immediately after hearing what he said.

"Do you think our family is rich? Wasting bread to feed stray cats?"

Ji Yusheng didn't intend to refute his mother, because he knew that refuting would only make his mother angrier and the situation worse.

"Mom, I'm thinking about doing a part-time job recently—"

"No need!" Before Ji Yusheng finished speaking, his mother immediately rejected him.

"You give me a good study of economics, and then come out and make money for me."

Whenever this time comes, Ji Yusheng feels that maybe his mother loves him a little bit, and the resolute refusal to let him study art appreciation may just be a misplaced love. At least at this time, he can still comfort himself like this.