No good cat

The dream that Zhao Xiwei had mentioned many times to take Chen An on a trip finally came true.

Chen An's mentor when he was studying in graduate school called him and recommended Chen An's younger brother to come to his studio. Chen An's younger brother is quite talented and serious in doing things, and shared a lot of work for Chen An.

Zhao Xiwei asked Wang Lin to help Chen An recruit a few high-achieving design students, and Chen An could finally enjoy some benefits from the boss.

The first thing is to give myself a half-month vacation.

Zhao Xiwei booked a flight ticket to City H early in the morning, and set off after the work of both of them was handed over.

Originally, the plan was for the two of them to travel affectionately, but they couldn't trust anyone to hand over the annoying dried persimmons, so they had to take them with them.

When the two of them arrived at the homestay that Wang Lin had booked for them, it was getting late. The sky was full of stars, and the city H was on the coast, and the sea beat against the shore.

Chen An changed into his slippers, took out the leash of the dried persimmon and put it on. He also put on a luminous collar and led it out.

Zhao Xiwei was setting up a barbecue grill outside, and when he saw him coming out, he handed him a few skewers of dressed fish, "Try it?"

Chen An waved his hand, "I can't come here, you can bake it, I'll just wait and eat."

Zhao Xiwei quickly grilled the skewers, and sat on the beach with Chen An. Persimmon didn't run around, but sat next to them and looked at the sea, with his tail wrapped around his paws, as if looking at his own country.

They ate a lot at night, and they were not in a hurry to go back after packing up. Zhao Xiwei held the persimmon cake in one hand and Chen An in the other.

The sea water ran towards the shore one after another, from sweeping over Chen An's insteps to covering his ankles, the persimmon wet his paws, and he flung it around impatiently, Zhao Xiwei could only bend down and pick it up.

"Look, you have to take it with you." Zhao Xiwei began to dislike the weight of persimmons again, holding the cat with an unhappy expression on his face.

"Didn't you say it was too pitiful at the beginning?" Chen An asked back, "I usually tell you to feed less, but you are always afraid that it won't be full."

Zhao Xiwei looked down at the dried persimmon that weighed more than ten kilograms, and reflected on his frivolous remarks for a few seconds.

Chen An lowered his head and smiled without saying a word. Why didn't he think Zhao Xiwei was so childish before.

There were not many people on the beach at this point, only people walking in twos and threes, mostly lovers, Chen An and Zhao Xiwei walked along the coastline hand in hand, chatting with each other.

"An'an, do you know where the first tidal power station with commercial practical value is located?" Zhao Xiwei asked.

Chen An paused and said he didn't know.

"It's France's Lens Power Station, which was built in 1967." Zhao Xiwei said.

Chen An said, "Oh."

"Then do you know how it works?" Zhao Xiwei asked again.

Chen An took a deep breath, "I don't know."

Then Zhao Xiwei, like the proud kid who knew all extracurricular knowledge in his class when he was a child, excitedly explained the principle of tidal power generation to Chen An.

He talked about the gravitational potential energy to the installed capacity of the Rance Power Station, from the single-storage one-way power generation form to the bulb-type hydroelectric generator set, and also gave the popular science knowledge of the Annapolis Tidal Power Station in the Bay of Fundy, Canada.

Chen An wanted to interrupt him a few times, but Zhao Xiwei's expression was really excited, so Chen An held back.

But when Zhao Xiwei talked about the maximum tidal range value of the Langs tidal power station again, Chen An said, "Senior, I am a liberal arts student."

Zhao Xiwei nodded, "What don't you understand?"

Chen An wanted to say that I don't understand anything, but Zhao Xiwei seemed to want to tutor him from beginning to end, which made him very nervous, so Chen An asked, "Do you know how liberal arts students describe tides?"

Zhao Xiwei asked, "How would you describe it?"

"We say that tides are the breath of the sea," Chen An said.

Zhao Xiwei nodded rigorously and said, "Very vivid," and then put on a hesitant expression.

Chen An looked up at him slightly, waiting for him to say no.

"However," Zhao Xiwei said, "breathing should be the active behavior of the subject, but in fact the tide is the periodic movement of sea water under the force of the moon and the sun."

"It's mainly the moon," Zhao Xiwei added.

The corner of Chen An's mouth twitched, but he couldn't say anything. He shouldn't have any unrealistic illusions about Zhao Xiwei's romantic cells.

"An'an, why don't you talk?" Zhao Xiwei asked.

"It's nothing," Chen An said, "Thank you for explaining the principle of tidal phenomena to me."

Zhao Xiwei smiled shyly, "You're welcome," and then added with some pride, "I can tell you everything you don't know."

Chen An nodded and did not speak again. Zhao Xiwei felt that Chen An seemed a little unhappy, but he didn't know what was going on, so he tried to coax Chen An again.

"An'an, do you know how the moon was formed?" Zhao Xiwei said.

Chen An held back his anger, "I don't know."

Zhao Xiwei said cautiously, "There are many hypotheses about the origin of the moon, and the widely supported one is the 'Great Collision Origin Theory', that is, the moon was formed from the earth and other celestial bodies..."

"Zhao Xiwei," Chen An interrupted him, "Persimmon is asleep, let's go back."

Zhao Xiwei said, "Oh."

Chen An was not very happy for several days in a row. Zhao Xiwei coaxed him for a long time but it didn't work. It was not until they left City H that Chen An's mood improved.

They then went to the prairie, climbed the mountain, and went skiing. The original half-month vacation was extended to a month before they returned home.

The one-month trip was tiring. After returning home, they finished a sweaty sex before sunrise. Zhao Xiwei slept soundly holding the cat.

Instead, Chen An felt a little sleepless. He went downstairs to make a cup of tea, and when he went upstairs, he saw that the photos of the trip had been hung on the wall.

The first one is the one by the sea.

It was taken before they left. In the afterglow of the setting sun, the two stood shoulder to shoulder. Chen An hugged the cat, and Zhao Xiwei put his arms around his shoulders.

The photos are well taken.

Chen An flipped through the photo to look at the notes, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, and salty tears slipped from his hot eyes and seeped into the thick carpet on the stairs.

"August 8, sunny

There is another hypothesis about the origin of the moon, called the "capture theory". The moon was originally an ordinary asteroid in the solar system, but once it moved near the earth, it was captured by the earth's gravity, and never left again.

Zhao Xiwei was captured by Chen An, and he couldn't leave him anymore. "

Chen An went back to the bedroom and lay next to Zhao Xiwei, listening to his breathing and heartbeat slowly synchronize with Zhao Xiwei, like the astronomical knowledge he had never understood, which Zhao Xiwei told him was called tidal locking.

He only remembered that Zhao Xiwei said that because of some mutual forces, the things that were completely inconsistent became synchronized. He felt that this was the rough romance Zhao Xiwei gave him.

The moon's gravity cannot explain why high tides occur on both the oceans closest to and farthest from the moon.

I can't explain why I look at the moon and only see you.

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Remarks: Ilookatthemoon, butonlyseeyou

I look at the moon and I only see you, from The English Patient

twelve three

This is the end of the stupid love between Chen An and Zhao Xiwei. It is lucky that they can be seen by everyone, and it is even luckier that everyone likes this article. It's a sour feeling, but it's actually quite boring to read, so I'm really grateful to everyone for reading this.In fact, this kind of daily life with no plot is not so sweet, but Twelve Thirteen will always like warmth and romance, and I hope everyone feels warm and loves you!

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