No good cat

"Turn your head slightly." Chen An pointed at the window with a pencil.

Zhao Xiwei tilted his head obediently, "Does it look better from my angle?"

"No," Chen An ruthlessly pierced his imagination, "If you turn your head straight, your chin will be blocked by the ears of persimmons."

Persimmon is the cat raised by Chen An and Zhao Xiwei, and they picked it up the day they came back from abroad.

It was raining heavily in City C that day, and Persimmon was whining in the underground garage, sounding very miserable.

After getting off the car, Zhao Xiwei started looking for it, and finally found it under the chassis of a valuable car.

"Mimi." Zhao Xiwei knelt beside the car, stretched out a hand and gently hooked it, trying to call the cat out.

It was a very dear cat. Zhao Xiwei came out after yelling a few times, and then rubbed his tail on Zhao Xiwei's trousers with his head up.

"An'an, he's so pitiful." Zhao Xiwei reached out and tickled the cat's chin twice, and then expressed to Chen An that he wanted to take it home.

Chen An was in favor of taking the cat home, but disagreed with Zhao Xiwei's point of view, "...Are you sure it's pitiful?"

At that time, Persimmon Cake was squinting its round cat's eyes, snoring all over the place by Zhao Xiwei. By the way, it used its huge size to show Chen An its strong confidence as an orange cat.

Chen An conservatively estimated that the cat's weight would not be less than 10 catties.

As if to prove that he was really pitiful, Persimmon began to howl with its unrefined drake voice, which was particularly creepy in the parking lot on a rainy night.

"He may have suffered internal injuries." Zhao Xiwei was more worried than cleanliness, he carefully carried the cat into the car, and then went to the pet hospital in the rain.

"It's nothing." The doctor was a very old man. He pointed to the cat's stomach. "It should be that I ate too much and couldn't digest it."

Zhao Xiwei: "..."

Chen An couldn't help laughing, "Well, it's also an internal injury."

The doctor gave them the cat that had been bathed and vaccinated, and told them to control its appetite in the future, "Look at this face, it's as big as a persimmon."

So Persimmon has a name that matches its coat color and body shape very well.

Persimmon has a good adaptability, and quickly became familiar with Chen An's house, and followed them back to City B a few times, and also easily integrated into the environment.

But Zhao Xiwei was obviously not as used to it as he was at the beginning, because Persimmon always jumped onto the bed when he and Chen An were making love, and then lay on the corner of the bed and yelled with Chen An.

Chen An would often laugh at this time, which made Zhao Xiwei feel that his ability was questioned, but if he worked harder, Persimmon would shout harder, and Chen An would laugh even more wildly.

This day, Zhao Xiwei lay on Chen An's lap and flipped through Chen An's sketchbook. Chen An suddenly wanted to draw Zhao Xiwei seriously.

"You hold the persimmons," Chen An put the easel on the balcony, and directed Zhao Xiwei to bring the persimmons.

"It's too heavy." Zhao Xiwei resisted, "My arms will be sore when I hold it."

"I draw very quickly." Chen An set up his easel and began to sharpen his pencils.

Zhao Xiwei had no choice but to bring the persimmon cake that was still sleeping in the cat's nest at this point, and then sat down according to Chen An's instructions.

Persimmon is usually not well-behaved, but the sun on the balcony is very sunny. It slept soundly in Zhao Xiwei's arms, and it was still sleeping until Chen An completed a painting.

Zhao Xiwei went to Chen An's drawing board and looked carefully. In Chen An's painting, there were two people and a cat, Zhao Xiwei holding the cat, and Chen An who was drawing Zhao Xiwei.

"I always feel that this is the only way to be complete." Chen An smiled a little embarrassedly. He had painted Zhao Xiwei many times, but this was the first time he had painted himself.

"Excellent," Zhao Xiwei put the cat back into the litter box, then hugged Chen An and kissed him.

Chen An turned his head to look at the snoring orange cat in the cat's nest, and leaned into Zhao Xiwei's ear and said, "The cat is asleep, now it's either."

Zhao Xiwei nodded, picked up Chen Antuo and walked towards the bedroom.

After Zhao Xiwei came to c city, they moved to the second floor. The stairs were not long, but Zhao Xiwei walked very slowly.

"An'an, from now on, our photos will be hung here, every anniversary." Zhao Xiwei said this when he first moved to City C and went upstairs.

Later he did exactly that, and several photos were hung on the side wall of the stairs, all near the landing on the first floor.

Zhao Xiwei said that after taking new ones, they will hang them up, and when they walk up the stairs when they get old, they can take a closer look at their lives.

From prime to gray-haired, these photos testify to the decades they have been in each other's hearts.

Chen An never thought that Zhao Xiwei would do romantic things, but every time Zhao Xiwei slowly went upstairs with him in his arms, he felt that this was a romance that belonged exclusively to Zhao Xiwei.

At the back of each photo is a note written by Zhao Xiwei, how many months and days, what happened to Chen An, like a running account that records Chen An's state at that time.

Chen An thought that this could be regarded as Zhao Xiwei's alternative love story, after all, he read "The Art of Speaking" seriously every day, although it didn't have any effect.

Their bedroom was very large, and the bedding was newly changed this morning. The light gray single-color sheets made people very comfortable. Zhao Xiwei leaned over slightly and put Chen An on the bed, and then slowly pressed it up.

Chen An pointed to the bright sky outside, "Don't you close the curtains?"

Zhao Xiwei bowed his head and kissed Chen An's eyebrows, nose tip, mouth corner, and chin, and said softly, "Don't close it."

The two touched each other in the brightly lit room, and the two hearts were as close as there was no obstacle, beating to each other's rhythm.

The temperature in the room was getting higher and higher, Zhao Xiwei's heavy humming and Chen An's panting intertwined, Chen An turned his head and glanced out of the window, his eyes were dazzled by the whitening sunlight.

Zhao Xiwei reached out to cover his eyes and told him not to be distracted.

"You just need to look at me," Zhao Xiwei said.

Chen An pulled his hand away, kissed him lightly, and asked him why.

Zhao Xiwei said, "Because I love you very much."

I only have eyes for you, so you can only see me.

Zhao Xiwei was still forceful and unreasonable, but Chen An saw himself in his eyes. At first he was a stray cat snuggling up to Zhao Xiwei for warmth, and then he was a bad house cat who only loved Zhao Xiwei.

Photos of him and Zhao Xiwei will be hung all over the side walls of the stairs.

"August 5, sunny

I see myself in your eyes, and I will love you till I die. "