After the rain

Looking this way curiously, then turned over and got up, "Meow~"

Its fur was a little messy, Shen Yan casually stroked it a few times, and touched the ashes with his hands.

Rourou let go of Song Qikun's hand and went straight to the boy and the cat on the bench.

"Brother!" she cried sweetly, standing still in front of Shen Yan, tentatively putting her hands on his knees, blinking her big eyes to be cute, "Can I touch your cat?"

Shen Yan's face was light, "Impossible."

"Ah—" the corner of Rourou's mouth twitched, and the tip of her brows lowered in a pitiful and coquettish manner, "Brother, brother!"

"Touch it." Shen Yan gently pinched her face.

"Thank you, brother!" Rourou cheered, turned around and squatted down to throw herself on Milk Tea, hugging and rubbing fiercely.

"Meow—" Milk Tea raised its tail and wrapped around the little girl's arms.

Song Qikun approached, imitating the soft tone: "Brother, can I touch your cat?"

Shen Yan: "..."

Rou Rou answered for him with a smile: "No."

Song Qikun: "..."

The little girl tried her best to hug the milk tea, her feet were unsteady and she staggered back, she was about to fall backwards, Shen Yan quickly supported her, holding the milk tea with one hand to share most of the weight, "Be careful. "

"Yeah, um." Rourou was also a little frightened, and smiled sweetly after standing still, "Thank you brother!"

"You're welcome." Shen Yan didn't let go, just holding the milk tea for Rou Rou to play with.

A big cat weighing [-] kilograms should not be underestimated, so holding it is risky.Song Qikun touched the top of her head, pointed to the bench and discussed, "Shall we put it on it and hug it?"

"Okay." Rou Rou nodded.

Protecting her from putting down the milk tea, Shen Yan withdrew his hand.

"Can I touch it?" Song Qikun asked again.

Rourou put her arms around Milk Tea's neck, turned her face to pass on her experience without reservation, "Brother, you have to be like me, stop acting like a baby."

Milk Tea seems to agree, "Meow~"

Song Qikun supported his forehead.

What is acting like a baby.

Fortunately, Shen Yan didn't mean to embarrass him, and said, "Yes."

At this moment, milk tea is like a king who adheres to the concept of equal exposure to rain and dew. His belly and limbs are open for two people, but his tail is always close to Shen Yan. He does not neglect anyone and pays great attention to details.

Song Qikun felt that the cat might have grown up.

"Milk tea." Rourou poked the orange cat's soft belly and asked, "Brother, why do you call it milk tea?"

As long as you hear your name, Milk Tea will always respond, "Meow~"

Shen Yan was silent for a moment, then said, "Just get up."

"Oh." Rourou said.

The milk tea was just rolling on the ground so happily, the palms of the two of them changed color after touching it for a while, and Rourou even rubbed her cheeks, turning into a little cat.

The truth is dirty and aboveboard.

Because the relationship is not yet familiar, I always feel uncomfortable if I don't talk, Song Qikun started the conversation, "Have you had dinner yet?"

"Ah."

"want to go out?"

"Take it for a walk."

Leaving from Shen Yan, Rou Rou still remembered about the orange cat doll, and asked Song Qikun to wait at the door, and ran in and out to study it with him.

Fat Orange, which had shrunk several times, was lying on its side, with a round belly and a tail resting on one hind leg. Both its body shape and appearance were lifelike.

There are numbers stamped on the back of its two ears, which are very small, and you can only see "9" and "0" if you look closely.

Rourou pointed and asked, "What is this?"

"I don't know." Song Qikun guessed, "Maybe it's...the name?"

"So it's called 90 or 09?"

Song Qikun said: "You can call it whatever you like."

"That's ninety."

This little chubby orange named "Ninety" is as cute as the real one. It lingered in Song Qikun's mind for a long time, getting bigger and smaller for a while, which was very annoying.

"Milk tea, ninety, milk tea..."

While Song Qikun was writing the paper, he was chanting, Wang Zhiyun's hand that was about to knock on the door paused in mid-air, his expression was indescribable.

Milk tea is understandable, the child probably wants to drink milk tea, but what is ninety?Ninety cups or 90 yuan a cup?

"Alas—" Song Qikun raised his head and sighed, tapped his thumb with the pen, caught a glimpse of Wang Zhiyun at the door from the corner of his eye, and turned his chair, "Mom? What are you doing standing at the door?"

"I still want to ask you why." Wang Zhiyun approached and put the hot milk in his hand on the table, "Here, there is only milk, no milk tea."

Song Qikun: "..."

Wang Zhiyun suppressed a smile: "Let's listen to it, what are you talking about?"

Song Qikun was a little embarrassed, and retracted the words of the explanation, changing it to: "Secret."

"Okay." Wang Zhiyun laughed and shook his head helplessly: "Go to bed early, don't stay up too late."

"it is good."

The steam from the milk made his cheeks slightly hot, Song Qikun bit the rim of the cup, and for some reason remembered what happened in the morning again.

- are we friends

When Shen Yan said this, there was still no expression on his face, but Song Qikun captured an emotion similar to anticipation.

There is also caution in speech.

At that moment, Song Qikun couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

How can anyone make friends like this.

It's a natural relationship, so no one would ask such a serious question.

He added Shen Yan's wechat this morning, but he hasn't started chatting yet.

Click into the chat interface, only the sentence automatically sent by the system "I passed your friend verification request, now we can start chatting".

This person's WeChat avatar is the big face of milk tea - the eyes are round and the mouth is half open, revealing a pink tongue and porcelain white fangs, with fierce milk.The account number is a long list randomly assigned by the system, the nickname is Shen Yan, and Song Qikun doesn't even need to change the notes.

Moments are zero.

Song Qikun hesitated for a moment, and sent "Are you there?"

After about a few seconds, Shen Yan replied: [Yes. ]

Song Qikun: [What are you doing? ]

Shen Yan: [Make dolls. ]

Song Qikun: [? ]

After waiting for a while, a photo was sent over there.

In the photo is a semi-finished orange cat doll, with body contours and limbs made, and the head is just a sphere for the time being.

Song Qikun almost choked on the milk, put down the cup and typed with both hands: [You did the same thing for Rourou? ]

Shen Yan: [Yes. ]

Song Qikun sent a "hands up" emoji.

Shen Yan: [What? ]

Song Qikun hesitated for a moment, but still sent out: [I want one too! ]

Shen Yan: [Now? ]

Song Qikun: [Can I? ]

Shen Yan: [You come here. ]

Song Qikun: [Wait for me! ]

Wang Zhiyun was still packing things in the living room, Song Qikun put the empty cup on the table, "Mom, let me go out for a while."

"Why are you going so late?"

"Look for Shen Yan, and I'll talk to you when I come back."

"Looking for..." Wang Zhiyun heard the familiar tone, wondering when the relationship between the two children was so good.

Song Qikun opened the door, and Shen Yan was waiting at the door.

He wears silver-rimmed round glasses, slightly long bangs that are parted in the middle, and the neckline of his pajamas is wide open. His bony collarbones can support two fish each, and his exposed skin is as white as snow.

Song Qikun smiled, "I guessed right."

Shen Yan took half a step forward, "What?"

"I thought you were a little short-sighted that day." Song Qikun closed the door halfway, his gaze paused on his empty hand, and he blinked.

What about the doll?

"I don't know which one you want." Shen Yan pushed the door open sideways and said, "You can choose by yourself."

Song Qikun saw the new world.

Three rows of wooden display racks were nailed to the two walls of the entrance.The left side is already filled with orange cat dolls of various shapes, neatly arranged from top to bottom, which can be called a visual feast.

Song Qikun was amazed, as if he was in a dream, he stepped forward to lean against the door frame unconsciously, his eyes rolled around and he was too busy.

"How many are these?"

"89." Shen Yan entered the door and looked at Song Qikun: "No need to change shoes."

Song Qikun looked down at the slippers he hadn't changed when he went out, and stepped in without any psychological burden.

Shen Yan turned the ceiling light in the entrance to cold light so that he could see more clearly.

"You did it all?" Song Qikun started from the bottom row and looked at them one by one. The more he looked at them, the more he felt incredible: "It's just like the real thing."

"This is not." Shen Yan picked up the last one in the second row and handed it to Song Qikun.

Song Qikun took it and took a closer look.

The doll in his hand has crooked eyes and a slanted mouth, one ear is higher than the other, and the torso and limbs are also weird.Generally speaking, it is rough.

"My brother poked it." Shen Yan said: "It's the first time he did it, and it's already very good."

It's just that the poking process was extremely difficult, and the results were not satisfactory, so I refused to do it again after that time.

When he mentioned his family, his cold brows softened slightly.

Song Qikun saw it clearly, and bent his lips: "I have a good appearance, if I am, I might be unsightly."

Hearing this, Shen Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he squeezed his fingers quietly: "Do you want to try?"

"what?"

"I can teach you." Shen Yan said.

There it was again, that feeling.

That kind of cautious hope is completely irresistible.

Besides, he does want to learn a little bit.

"Okay." Song Qikun put the doll back to its original place and said, "It's a bit late today, how about tomorrow afternoon?"

Shen Yan said, "Okay."

The rest of the dolls were all very delicate, Song Qikun was dazzled by them, and finally took one at random.

"By the way." Song Qikun took a step back when he went out the door, turned around and said, "Are you still walking the cat tomorrow morning?"

His hair is short, and his eyebrows and eyes are clear under the light.

Seeing that Shen Yan seemed a little dazed, he said, "I want to run in the morning, together?"

Can exercise and also suck cats, heaven on earth.

Shen Yan nodded: "Okay."

The two agreed to meet at [-]:[-].

It didn't take long for Song Qikun to go out, Wang Zhiyun