After the rain

The car sped away and quickly disappeared at the end of the street.

Shen Yanjing stood there watching intently, not even knowing when someone was standing beside her.

Milk Tea knew that the excrement shoveler was not in a good mood, so he was listless and worried. Suddenly, he smelled a fragrance, his pupils dilated and his spirit was lifted. He moved around trying to get closer to the source of the fragrance, "Meow!"

Shen Yan patted its butt lightly, then turned to look to the side.

Song Qikun poked a takoyaki and handed it over.

Milk tea tried its best to stretch its neck to reach it, so hard that even the tip of its tail was exerting strength, but watched the shit shovel officer wipe it out in one gulp.

It stayed for a while, then chased after the scent and licked the corner of Shen Yan's mouth relentlessly, eager to taste a little bit.

Shen Yan used force to suppress it, and pressed down with his palms, slurring his speech, "Hiss...don't make trouble."

The scent of the takoyaki became stronger after he bit into it, and it spilled out into his nose while he was speaking, and the milk tea was so greedy that he swallowed his saliva, and he cupped his palm to act coquettishly.

Song Qikun poked another one, and said amusedly, "Can it be eaten?"

"It's edible." Shen Yan squeezed and bit half, and fed the other half to the milk tea.

The milk tea monkey whined anxiously, and the outer layer of wooden fish's whiskers rustled down, and Shen Yan spread his hand to catch it near its mouth to serve as a temporary cat food bowl.

Song Qikun poked the next one, and said, "Your brother left? It's only number three."

"He's busy."

Song Qikun nodded, and said, "The fever is gone, are you doing your homework today? You still need to rest."

Shen Yan didn't intend to write at all, but when he heard him always mentioning it, he pursed his lips and thought for a moment, then said, "Let's write."

There were only six small takoyaki in a box, Shen Yan ate three and a half, the remaining two refused to eat any more, Song Qikun ate one, and gave the last one to Rourou who met downstairs.

The little girl was wearing a light pink chiffon dress with a big bow tied at the back of the skirt. The plush bunny bag of the same color had slightly longer straps, bouncing on her legs when she walked.

"It's delicious, thank you brother!" She puffed her cheeks, tiptoed to hold up the big face plate of milk tea, and pouted to kiss.

Smelling the smell of takoyaki, the milk tea leaned over shamelessly, sticking out her tongue, Shen Yan covered her mouth and nose and pressed it hard.

A sweet kiss landed on Mao Huhu's forehead, Rourou smiled and rolled her eyes, and said: "I want to go to Hangzhou with my parents, and when I come back, I will bring you gifts, including milk tea!"

Her parents came to her, and Song Qikun said hello: "Uncle Xiang, Aunt Zhou."

The two responded with a smile, and Zhou Hui took her daughter's hand and said, "Don't forget, baby, otherwise my brothers will be very disappointed if there is no gift when I come back."

"I won't forget it!" Rourou raised her small face with confidence, rolled her eyes and said crisply: "Father will help me remember!"

With eyes full of doting, Xiang Feng nodded and said, "Okay, Dad will help you remember."

The family was busy catching a plane, so they exchanged a few pleasantries and left.

"Are you going to sleep at noon? If you don't, I'll eat later—" Song Qikun threw the paper box into the trash can, turned to look at Shen Yan, his throat was blocked, and he couldn't continue speaking.

I saw him staring blankly at the backs of the family of three, his pitch-black eyes were loose and unfocused, as if covered by misty clouds.

He remained motionless, and his emotions were so pale that it was hard to tell.

"Meow~"

Milk tea let out a soft cry, starting from Shen Yan's chin, and unscrupulously licking along the jawline to the base of the ears.

The fog cleared and the clouds gathered, Shen Yan covered its head with five fingers forming paws, kneaded two handfuls like kneading dough, looked down at it, and said indifferently, "Are you a dog?"

Love to lick people so much.

Instead of milk tea, he opened his mouth to bite, unwilling to stop for a moment.

Shen Yan simply let it go to the ground, after holding it for so long, he was exhausted.

Milk Tea shook her hair, and ran towards the other embrace without hesitation, with a smell of a scumbag all over her body.

No, it can't be said to be a scumbag, after all, it has long been incomplete.

Song Qikun opened his arms to accept the smart furry child, and patted its head.

Shen Yan stared at his hand, feeling that this movement was familiar no matter how you looked at it.

Song Qikun did not forget his original intention, and confirmed the study time with Shen Yan again, which was set at one o'clock in the afternoon.

Shen Yan casually cooked a bowl of noodles for lunch, and made some fruit in advance and put it in the refrigerator.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and the light and shadow on the floor expanded and shrunk back and forth as the breeze blew the curtains.

Shen Yan opened all the curtains, and the bright white sunlight poured down and covered the whole body, like a warm hug.

The milk tea rolled around twice excitedly, and the light made its orange-red and bright fur more brilliant, and the rolled soft fur fluttered in the air.

Shen Yan took a few photos of it, and then grabbed it into the bathroom to take a bath.

Cats are generally afraid of water, and milk tea is not one of them. For it, taking a bath is a very enjoyable thing.

During this period of time, I have lost weight, but compared with other cats, it is still a fat cat. After the fur is wet, its body shape does not change much, and its appearance has dropped sharply.

Shen Yan put a ball of foam on top of its head, erected a wall of foam on its back, took photos from various angles and sent them to Song Qikun.

Song Qikun, who was about to take a half-hour nap: "..."

Forget it, it's boring to sleep.

Two minutes later, he knocked on the door of 2 with a stack of test papers in his hand. After entering the room, he casually placed the test papers on the coffee table, squeezed into the bathroom and watched the furry boy take a bath.

"It's so obedient." Song Qikun didn't know how many times he sighed like this, "It's so obedient even in the shower."

Shen Yan asked him to help hold the shower, carefully wash off the bubbles on the milk tea, then wrap it in a large exclusive towel, pack it and send it out of the bathroom.

His sleeves were rolled up high, and the ridiculously long scar on his right arm was hard to ignore.

Shen Yan walked around looking for a hair dryer, nail clippers, and a small tool box for cleaning ears, while Song Qikun was absent-mindedly brushing the hair of the milk tea, and his eyes were always around him.

"Give it to me." Shen Yan finally found all the necessary supplies, and planned to dry the hair of the milk tea first, but he stretched out his hand but was grabbed, "Why?"

Song Qikun didn't speak, and stroked the entire scar with his fingers.

Silence spread.

Shen Yan flicked the hair dryer switch, glanced at his expression, and rarely took the initiative to explain, "I used to fight."

"Fight?" Song Qikun doubted his ears.

"Yeah." Shen Yan said lightly, "Nobody cared about me when I was young, so I was rather wild."

Although his body is so weak that he can be blown away by the slightest bit of wind, he is unambiguous in his movements.

Song Qikun unconsciously squeezed his wrist tightly, and said in a difficult voice, "... forehead."

Shen Yan doesn't want to think about what happened back then. Those past events are not good, and telling others is tantamount to tearing open the healed wound. Pain and blood constitute the memory itself.

His hands and feet were slightly numb, and the suffocation in his chest forced his eyes to turn red. After holding back for a long time, he uttered two words, "Lens."

——If you can’t see clearly, why don’t you go out without glasses?Are you not afraid of falling while walking?

——It is troublesome to wear it, but you can see the road without it.

Avoiding the most important explanations, but Song Qikun suddenly understood everything.

This is the past that he has only learned about in a few words, and he has never witnessed or participated in it, so even his heartache feels pale and powerless.

"Does it hurt?" he heard himself ask.

Shen Yan said, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

The center of gravity of his body was forced to lean forward, he avoided the milk tea lying in the middle, put his knees on the ground, and fell into Song Qikun's embrace in an awkward posture.

"Let me hold you for a while," he said.

Shen Yan scooped up a handful of milk tea, approached with two steps on his knees, relaxed his limbs, rested his chin gently on his shoulder, and replied, "En."

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The wind does not end in the morning, and the showers do not end in the day. —— "Tao Te Ching"

21. Steal a kiss

After the hair was dried, the appearance of the milk tea returned to its original value. He lay on his back on the floor and basked in the sun. The four paws were distributed reasonably. Shen Yan and Song Qikun were each in charge of two.It fits the life that should be born to enjoy, squinting comfortably and being at the mercy of others.

"Short, and then grind it." Shen Yan's thumbs slid across Song Qikun's freshly trimmed front paws one by one, and plucked the hair growing in the gap between the pads twice, "This one also needs to be trimmed."

"Okay." Song Qikun was a fledgling, lowered his head and trimmed it very carefully. After Shen Yan finished both of them, he cleaned out the ears for the milk tea, and he was able to finish.

After staying in the sun for a long time, he was sweating all over, so Shen Yan went to fetch some fruit from the refrigerator to eat.

After packing up the milk tea, he went to Pearl's appointment every day, arching Song Qikun's legs and urging him to open the door for him.

As soon as the door was opened, the orange-red figure rushed out quickly, and disappeared in the corridor in a blink of an eye, like a ball of flames, rushing towards its rose full of joy.

Song Qikun still wanted to hug it, but when he saw this, he could only feel disappointed: the child has grown up and fell in love, and he can't keep it even if he wants to.

Thinking deeply, I feel very melancholy, even cats have a partner these days, but he doesn't.

However, he has a crush, and he has a crush.

Such shameful thoughts fluttered in his mind like an eagle, seemingly flying freely, but in fact there was always a thread tied to his feet, and the other end of the thread was held in Shen Yan's hand, whether it was high or low, it was the same as him. related.

However, so far, that line seems to have been extending infinitely, allowing it to soar up to [-] miles, accompanied by clouds, shoulder to shoulder with the sun and the moon, and it is out of control.

Song Qikun sighed in distress.

He didn't want to sit still, and he didn't know where to start, because there were indications that Shen Yan really only regarded him as a friend at the moment.

After sending away the milk tea, the two began to study.

Shen Yan randomly took a set of physics papers, searched the Internet to copy the answers, he was too lazy, he refused to copy after copying one, and swiped his phone boredly