I Reasonably Suspect That My Cat Is My Ex-Boyfriend

—Cut the timeline to warn the next life—

I never liked the kid who lived across the door from my house.

The obvious reason is that he is the child of someone else's family in the legend.

The child of the opposite family is a person who gets up at six o'clock every day to read and recite the full text, and can write the title of the book on the right half as neatly as the left half.

"You learn from others," my mother looked enviously at the serious-looking child outside the window, "when he was playing mahjong yesterday, his mother said that he was already learning functions by himself, and he refused to go to bed at night. Let's see you for a day. At night, I'll just hug that broken guitar and hum."

My mother opened the blinds sadly: "As soon as I was distracted, she won 5000 yuan."

I simply suspect that the kid stood in front of our yard on purpose to block the way, look at the back of his head triumphantly.

"He's in the fifth grade, and I'm only in the third grade. Mom, look, the neighbor next door is in the second grade, and he doesn't even know pinyin!" I felt very embarrassed, and argued with my mother.

My dad is changing shoes in the hallway. "Don't compare with the good ones, but compare with the bad ones. I think this one will lose to you sooner or later." He closed the door and left, leaving only a light sentence.

...It was early in the morning, what was the matter, I was so angry that I dropped the toast in my hand, stretched my neck and groaned a few times, my mother rolled up the newspaper and was about to come over and teach me a lesson.

I think it is necessary to implement some measures.

I told my mother to plant a tree, the bigger the better, how cool it is in summer.

The best is a banyan tree, your grandson will be able to swing on the tree in the future.

My mother laughed out loud, saying that you are young and think far ahead.

The banyan tree I was thinking about couldn't be planted - once this kind of tree grows, everyone can tear off the foundation for you.My mother loves flowers, so she planted a wall of roses. By the midsummer of July, the figure of the other child was buried in the red, green and green wall of fragrance.

I breathed a sigh of relief, but I still habitually looked out the window every day, wondering when Qiangwei would be able to completely block that annoying child.

One Christmas, my aunt in New Zealand mailed us a large box of beef through an import and export company.The free-range organic beef is firm and tender. In addition to making steak, my mother also makes me beef balls, beef dumplings, and beef skewers in different ways every day.But no matter how good the food was, I couldn’t keep eating it. After a week, I resolutely pushed away the red plate in front of me, and announced in a high-profile manner that I would never eat beef again.My mother folded her arms and stared at the beef in the refrigerator, worrying.

The witty mother decided to invite all her poker friends over to digest the meat together, and reminded them repeatedly to bring their families with them.

So when I came home from school on Friday, I saw three mahjong tables full of people in the living room on the first floor. Two card tables, several pairs of hands with various jade rings and jade bracelets flying up and down, very lively.The child of the opposite family wore a black woolen vest with the school logo today, moved a chair, and sat motionless in front of the window with a book in his hands to read, without hearing anything outside his body.

There are two sets of school uniforms in our junior high school, one is black and the other is gray.Sometimes if I got up half an hour early to go to school, I would meet him at the door, his mother made him look like a gentleman, and the shirts with matching colors in the woolen vest were endless, but I thought he was fair-skinned, and he seemed to be the same. It looks better with that white shirt and light gray vest.

"You stupid in school, you don't know how to say hello when you see people?" My mother passed behind me, wiping her hands, "Look, this kid really works hard."

"Hey, no matter what, just study hard. It's the third grade of junior high school, and studies are tight." His mother said while dealing cards, her face couldn't hide her pride.

My mother looked at me and then at him: "Aren't you very close when you were young? You chased me and I chased you. Why do you stop talking when you meet when you grow up?"

It's not like being annoyed by comparisons.

I walked around behind him, he didn't expect me to approach suddenly, he had no time to react, and he had a clear view of the manga hidden behind the tutorial book.I smacked my lips in surprise, unexpectedly, unexpectedly, the kid on the other side looks obedient and a good student, but secretly dares to do such a thing in front of so many grown-ups, it is really courageous.He quickly put the book down on his knees, his ears were reddish, and he bowed his head in embarrassment.

"Don't worry, I won't say anything." I whispered to him, and walked away humming in a good mood.

After the whole cattle feast, the mothers tasted the red wine and had no intention of leaving for the time being. There were so many people in the room and the air was stuffy, so I dragged him to the roof to breathe.We climbed up the hanging ladder and carefully sat on the ridge of the roof. It was cool in the night, and I gathered my coat.

"Do you want to draw manga in the future?"

"think."

"Why don't you go to school?"

"The family won't let it go, they let me take over the family's property in the future"

"Is that private hospital right? In fact, studying medicine is not bad."

"It's good to save lives and heal the wounded, but I don't like the smell in the hospital," he said with a sigh of relief and lowered his head, "It makes me feel very sad when I smell it."

He looked up at me again: "What about you?"

"My dad and your dad have the same ideas, but it's impossible for me to study business. It's too boring. It's impossible to study business in this life...Have you ever heard of U2, a band, making records, Going on tour or something, it's cool! I want to do that too."

"Looks like a family fight is inevitable." He winked at me with a smile in his eyes.

The reason why the opposite child is the opposite child is because he is excellent in everything, not only excellent in grades, excellent in thinking, but also in appearance, and when he smiles... even better.

I think he's showing off to me.

"You see it very clearly," I shook my head, "I don't have to inherit the company at home, my cousin can too."

"But parents always want to pass it on to their children."

I got up and patted the ashes on my buttocks: "Stop talking about this, they should be almost finished drinking, let's go?" I stretched out my hand and pulled him up.

"I want to hear you play the guitar." He said suddenly.

I was silent for a moment.

"Next time, there is a chance."

My kid’s guess was really good. My insistence on learning music made the family go crazy for three months. In the end, my dad gave me a meager wad of money and said “see what tricks he can play”. .My mother wiped her tears and went upstairs and closed the door heavily.I dragged my suitcase in disgrace, and met a kid from my family on the cold and windy street before the second semester of my second year of high school. He took me into the car, and there was a thick pile of medical books in the back seat.

"After all, you have studied medicine." I hugged my precious guitar in the passenger seat, and looked at the Q-version figure of Slam Dunk hanging on the rearview mirror with some regret.

"Not as courageous as you."

"I haven't been kicked out yet." I sneered.

"When I went to college, I was more free. I could use my spare time to draw something," he paused. "Now you still have to focus on your studies."

This person is not a few years older than me, so he talks like an elder teaching a junior.

"I know the truth. I want to ask, do you have any spare time as a medical student?"

"There will always be time." He smiled helplessly.

He made a phone call in the car and settled me in a friend's vacant apartment. My nose was red from the cold, and I looked at him through the door frame: "Don't tell my parents that I'm here."

"No, the premise is that you can't fall behind in your studies." He stretched out his hand and rubbed my head. It was cold, but his hand was extraordinarily warm. After he left, I seemed to be able to feel the residual temperature and crispness in my hair. Crispy touch.

Later, I finally stood on the stage where everyone was looking forward to. The light was warm on my body, and the golden beam was cooler and more dazzling than I imagined, and it made me feel a little dazed.For some reason, I always think of the temperature when he touched the top of my head that winter night.

I waved my hand smartly, dialed the first electric guitar, and the audience erupted into thousands of cheers.

...

After I became a star, the four words "rules of life" basically had nothing to do with me.At the beginning of the year, I got a full day, put on a mask and hat, and appeared in his hospital fully armed.

"What's the matter?" He was wearing a white coat, looking at me and frowning.Well, let me just say that light colors complement him.

"In my office on the top floor, there's no need to wear a mask, is there?"

I pulled off the mask and covered my stomach miserably: "It hurts here."

"How many times have I told you not to forget to eat no matter how busy I am, I just ignore it." While scolding me, he gave me a list for inspection.

"I can't help myself. Although I look good in front of people, I'm really tired like a dog behind my back."

"You are born to belong to the stage, but don't make fun of your health for work." He said seriously.

His office was clean and empty, and the afternoon sun poured in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, adding a bit of warmth.

"Okay, I'll pay attention to it. Once I get sick, the little fans on Weibo should panic."

"Your personality is quite popular," he said stiffly, without the slightest hint that he was boasting.Immediately afterwards, he opened the phone on the table, clicked on my Weibo and read a comment, "You have so many fans, 'My God, brother Shengshi Meiyan, and the mole at the corner of his eye, Ah, what kind of fairy baby is this!'”

"'Ahhhhhhhhh my brother's appearance is critical today, oh, I'm suffocating'"

"'Sisters, to tell you the truth, my brother went to bed yesterday...'"

"Stop, stop, stop is so embarrassing!" The comments became less and less appropriate, I was startled by his strange tone, and rushed to cover the phone screen.He looked at me with raised eyebrows, his eyes seemed to be teasing and seemed to be...dissatisfied?

We were so close that I could smell the crisp, fresh scent of soap on his body, with a hint of iodine.He tilted his head, showing me an indifferent side of his neck.

I turned his phone over and sat back: "I don't want to swipe my face. I rely on my strength. Next time you come to my concert, you will know."

"But you never invited me."

"I remember it. You seem to say that you have an operation... Well, I'll bring you the tickets for that in May."

"it is good."

I went back home during the Chinese New Year, and the rigid relationship with my family had melted away as early as the year before last. The main reason was that my dad came to visit my class secretly one day, but was caught by my manager sister as an illegitimate fan who was planning to do something wrong. The phone also accidentally rang with the ringtone set to my title song.

The kid next door who couldn't pronounce pinyin in the second grade, and now couldn't pronounce five vowels correctly, drove by in a blue McLaren, and the co-driver sat a big wave with delicate eyebrows and eyes.The last time I saw this car was red.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard lively shouting. My mother was mixing mahjong tiles with one hand, and was eating melons with a toothpick in the other hand.

"Son, your company doesn't care about dating. If you don't care, you can find a girlfriend at your age." My mother turned her head and said to me.

"It's okay, I didn't find a girlfriend," I suddenly played tricks, "I don't necessarily have a boyfriend."

The sound of mahjong collisions stopped abruptly, and the neighbors stared in astonishment.

My mother opened her mouth to say something, she closed her mouth after thinking about it, and swallowed, she turned around and continued to draw cards: "Whatever you want, anyway, I can't control you anymore. My son is stupid, everyone laughed... Come on, come on." All look at the cards...touch!"

I smiled kindly, stretched out my hand and stroked my hair back, whistled and went upstairs to write a song.

The concert in May was very successful. The lights outside the venue formed a sea of ​​stars, and the deafening heavy metal music and screams soared to the sky.The ticket I gave to the kid opposite was in the middle and front. I couldn't see him when it was crowded, but I was sure he must come.The concert lasted for nearly four hours, and the lights were scorching. I was jumping and jumping. I was already sweating profusely, but I didn't feel tired. On the contrary, I felt very happy.

At the end of the concert, all the lights were turned off, leaving only one beam in the middle of the stage.I pressed my hand to signal the audience to be quiet, took over the acoustic guitar that had been with me for several years, sat on the high stool and cleared my throat.

"A long time ago, a friend said he wanted to hear me play the guitar."

"I really want to play it for him, but I didn't play it well at the time, and I sang badly. I might not be able to catch such an excellent him at all. I said next time there will be a chance."

"Now I can finally stand here and make up a song for him, I hope he will like it."

I closed my eyes and plucked the guitar.

...

After the concert, I was nearly buried alive by the constant flow of flowers and gifts as I walked towards the lounge.

I opened the door of the lounge with difficulty with my elbow, but the light inside was not turned on. I gasped and put down the gift in my hand to touch the switch.A black figure gently pushed me behind the door, and pressed my lips eagerly.

I could smell the faint smell of iodine in the air.

...

I wrapped my hands around his neck, closed my eyes and let him rub against my lips.

After a long kiss, he panted cautiously, held my face and kissed me again reluctantly.

"like very much."

"Huh? What?"

"I like it very much, I like the songs you wrote very much, I like...you very much."

"You should have played it to me then...you don't know how much I envy you."

I buried myself in his arms and laughed: "Doctor, stop talking, my leg hurts now."

He wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me up, strode to the sofa and put me down: "I brought you porridge, in a thermos." I pinched his face: "The children of other people's homes are caring."

"I'm not someone else's kid." He corrected me, "It's yours."

I was wolfing down my food, when the manager’s sister came in and stayed for a while, she seemed to feel that she shouldn’t be here, then turned around and left.

"Take a break," he suggested, "I'll take you to Japan to watch a firework festival."

The grass and trees on the slopes of Osaka are in full bloom, and the dewdrops at night wet my clogs. I insert my hands into the grass and get a handful of grass-scented air.He was eating taiyaki, his cheeks were bulging and he looked a little cute.People on the hillside in twos and threes have found a place to watch the fireworks, looking up at the sky expectantly.After he took the last bite, he pecked my lips with a mouth full of delicious red bean flavor. I clasped his hand and signaled to him that the firework festival was about to start.

But he couldn't help but press me on the grass, bowed his head and kissed me.

The fireworks dragged their long tails into the air and exploded into a radiant flower above our heads.

The Japanese people around started cheering and applauding softly. He left my lips and kissed the corner of my eyes.

I don't think I've ever seen so many fireworks growing up, I stopped breathing and watched in awe as the fireworks continued to bloom in the sky.The Japanese even burn money so romantically. The colors and rhythms of the fireworks are carefully arranged, drawing a dazzling array of streamers in the night sky.

I was stunned for a moment, but when I came back to my senses, I found that he was looking at me without blinking.Blossoming fireworks kept illuminating his face, my heart moved, and I whispered in his ear.

"I still have a firework show when I go back. I want to watch it with you."

In the bed and breakfast in the early morning, the owner's orange cat slipped into our room from the window sill, I lay on his shoulder to pant, and he tilted his head and kissed my eyes lightly.

"I really think you can try to draw some serials. I saw the pictures you drew in your notebook the other day. They are very beautiful and must be liked by many people." I encouraged him.

He didn't speak, and the kiss moved to my forehead again.

I continued my efforts: "Just treat it as a painting and show it to me."

"Okay, what do you want to see?"

"You can draw a cat story." I pointed to the fat orange cat of the owner's house and said, "It's so cute."

"Okay, so shall we have a cat too?"

"I like white cats, like you."

"Am I like a cat? Then I like black ones. When you perform, you always wear a black coat."

I was short of breath. If I remember correctly, my first show was in a speakeasy in City F, and I was wearing a black tiger-head jacket.Most of my fans probably didn't know about this matter, and there was no video or audio recording at that time, so now there is only one possibility.

"You were there?"

"I'm there every time."

"You stalker."

He leaned forward to kiss me again.

"It is said that the moles in this life are the tears from my lover in the previous life." He licked the mole at the corner of my eye with the tip of his tongue, and his tone was unexpectedly jealous.

I squinted my eyes, moved the little mole at the corner of the eye, and searched up and down on his jade-like face. Unfortunately, I didn't find any small black mark except for the conclusion that this person is so handsome.

Not reconciled, I leaned over and began to search his body, and he pulled the quilt up to wrap me around.

……

"Hey! I found it!" I grabbed his left hand and shook it. "Explain?"

On the inside of his ring finger, there is an extremely tiny black spot.

"Oh? That may be left when my lover put the ring on me in my previous life."

"I'm not allowed!"

"Ok?"

"I don't care, it's not allowed anyway!"

"Okay, if you don't allow it, don't..."

I stuffed my head under the quilt and said in a muffled voice, "Ring."

"I want a ring I want a ring I want a ring..."

"it is good."

He easily fished me out of the quilt, and I saw the light in his eyes.

He clasped my fingers tightly, leaned over to cover my lips, and the vat of vinegar that I was going to pour out next.

"Let's watch another firework festival."

————The end of the story—————

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It's all over! ! PS. I eat my own vinegar...