No good cat

It was 9:32 p.m. when he arrived in City C. For a person like Chen An who used to stay up late, the night had just begun. Maybe it was because he didn't go to bed before 11 o'clock and no one cared about him.

After coming out of the airport, he didn't turn on his mobile phone immediately, but took some cash out of his pants pocket, walked to a fried chicken restaurant and sat down.

Chen An thinks the fried chicken in this restaurant is delicious. In the past, every time he went to city b or returned to city c, he would sit in the restaurant and eat a portion while waiting for the plane.

Not many people eat fried chicken at this time, and his portion will be ready soon.

The waiter was a young girl who had been sneaking eyes at him since he came in.

Sure enough, the little girl politely asked him if he could leave a contact information when delivering his meal.

Chen An raised the phone and pointed the black screen at the other party, "Sorry, the phone is out of battery, it's inconvenient."

The little girl was a sensible person, and she didn't bother her much when she was rejected, and left after saying a few words, and gave him a few extra disposable gloves.

He put on his gloves and started eating what Zhao Xiwei called junk food. He likes fried chicken, but Zhao Xiwei doesn't like it, so he hasn't eaten it for a long time.

I don't know if the quality of this restaurant has deteriorated, or if he really accepted Zhao Xiwei's statement that fried chicken is junk food. He felt that today's fried chicken tasted wrong, and his mouth only had a greasy taste of overnight oil.

Chen An reached out and took out a paper towel, spit out the fried chicken that was still in his mouth, wrapped it in the paper towel, threw it in the trash can, and left with the suitcase.

He doesn't need to rent a house in City C. After graduating from university, his family has prepared everything for him. He has a small duplex near the city center.

But after he fell in love with Zhao Xiwei, he never came back here, and he hadn't lived here for two years. He guessed that sweeping the ashes of this house would be enough to bury him in a grave.

Chen An didn't turn on the light after entering the door, but pulled the box and walked to the sofa. He remembered that there was a voice-activated light on the coffee table.

"Hmm!" He used what he thought was an extremely indifferent tone, with a loud voice, trying to tell the light to turn on.

The light is not on.

"Turn on the lights!"

Not lit.

There was no light in the room, only the sound of his gasping more and more quickly. Since breaking up with Zhao Xiwei, he seemed to be unable to control his emotions. He wanted to cry anytime, anywhere, such as now.

But he didn't want to be so weak, even if there was no living creature in the house except him.

Chen An slowly squatted down, squeezed himself into the gap between the sofa and the coffee table, stretched out his arms to hug his knees, stared at the coffee table without blinking, trying to find the voice-activated light that didn't turn on no matter how loud he shouted.

But it was too dark in the room, and he couldn't even see himself, so he decided to let it go, and himself too.

He stood up and walked towards the door. In fact, the switch was on the right hand side as soon as he entered the door, and there was a luminous strip on it. He turned on the light without any effort, and the whole living room was instantly lit up.

Chen An blinked uncomfortably, only to see that the ground was covered with dust, and the suitcase was dragged from the door to the sofa, leaving two long marks.

Chen An'an stood quietly at the door and looked at the two marks on the floor, and then tears flooded in unknown places like a flood that broke the embankment. Weeping loudly in the empty house where there are no shadows.

Zhao Xiwei has been in a bad mood recently. He has a bad temper and has been very busy recently, which made him dislike anyone.

"Mr. Zhao, the flight ticket to city n is booked. We will leave in two days. You have an appointment with Mr. Liu at [-] o'clock in the afternoon..."

"Is the phone connected?" Zhao Xiwei interrupted the assistant by raising his hand.

"Not yet, Mr. Chen's mobile phone has been turned off." Wang Lin paused, "I will continue to call."

"No need." Zhao Xiwei stood up, picked up the suit that was casually placed on the swivel chair, put it on his arm, and stretched out his hand to Wang Lin, "The car key."

Wang Lin handed him the car keys, "At three o'clock in the afternoon you..."

"Go and make a record."

Wang Lin blinked, "Okay."

Then, watching Zhao Xiwei rush out of the office door, she took a long breath and began to prepare the materials for the afternoon meeting.

She was used to this kind of situation, as long as Chen An was involved, her boss would always be so restless.

Recently, the boss and Chen An broke up. The cat-like Mr. Chen has gone somewhere. His boss is holding up his mobile phone to make calls every day, or he will leave work irresponsibly like today and go out to look for him.

Zhao Xiwei drove to the translation company where Chen An used to work. The distance was very close, and he felt that the car arrived before it was hot.Chen An's company was on the 22nd floor, and there happened to be an elevator going up, and he walked in when the elevator door was about to close.

But this class only went to odd-numbered floors. He got off the elevator after reaching the 21st floor, and then found the stairs to go up.

Although it was daytime, the stairwell was a little dark, and no one walked normally, and the sound of footsteps echoed, which was a little scary.

Zhao Xiwei thought in his heart: "Next time, we must send Chen An to the 22nd floor. If he is late one day, he should be afraid if he doesn't have time to wait for the elevator on the even-numbered floor."

But this idea only passed in his mind for a second, because he didn't forget that Chen An changed jobs, and he came here to ask Chen An's former colleagues where Chen An changed.

Zhao Xiwei didn't know Chen An's colleagues well, because even Chen An didn't know his colleagues well. Chen An didn't like to make friends since he was in school.

"Chen An? He's been away for a long time, and I don't know where he went." Chen An's original position has been replaced by someone else, but fortunately, the round-faced girl next door to him hasn't left.

"He doesn't know us very well, and he doesn't have dinner together after get off work." The person sitting opposite the round-faced girl straightened up and exposed his head through the partition, "Why don't you ask someone else?"

"Thank you, sorry for the intrusion."

After Zhao Xiwei came out of Chen An's original company, he stood at the door and looked at his office building. He thought that when he found Chen An, he must let Chen An move to work in his building.

He kept playing Chen An's phone on the way home, and the phone on the other side had been turned off since yesterday afternoon.

Zhao Xiwei wasn't sure if Chen An didn't want to talk to him, because Chen An's phone had been turned off for nearly 24 hours, and he began to consider the feasibility of calling the police to find someone.

Zhao Xiwei parked the car and walked upstairs. Since Chen An left, he hasn't been home much.But it's only been two months, and it's as if no one has ever lived in the house.

He still can't figure out the reason why Chen An broke up with him. He thought it was just a small quarrel, but because he was on a business trip before he had time to coax him, Chen An couldn't coax him well.

He bought Chen An a gift at the place where he was on a business trip, which was a crystal stone in the shape of a cat.

Chen An likes cats, he likes Chen An.

He was very busy in those few days and had jet lag, so he only made a video call to Chen An at 3 o'clock every day to wake him up. His 07 o'clock in the morning happened to be 30:[-] in the morning of City B. He was afraid that Chen An would secretly stay up late when he was not at home. Can't get out of bed.

In fact, he disapproved of Chen An's current job. Chen An had studied painting for more than ten years, and studied interior design in college and graduate school, but he was a translator.

"You are wasting your time." He discussed this matter with Chen An very seriously at that time, trying to let him know the outrageous extent of what he did.

"But I want to be closer to you." Chen An sat on his lap, with his arms around his neck, and looked at him seriously, like a cat looking at its owner.

So he compromised, he had no resistance to Chen An acting like a baby, or in other words, he had no resistance to Chen An.

He wanted to help Chen An open a studio, but he didn't want Chen An to have time to accompany him when he was busy, so he regretted it after Wang Lin helped choose the address.

Of course, Chen An didn't know about this.

In fact, he somewhat forgot why he quarreled with Chen An that day, it seemed to be just a trivial matter.In fact, he didn't quarrel with Chen An, it was Chen An who got angry unilaterally.

But such things happen often, he didn't expect Chen An to pack up all his things and move away while he was on a business trip, obviously there was no abnormal behavior during the video call.

He called Chen An and Chen An answered, but he didn't agree to get back together with him. He couldn't figure out why Chen An liked him so much, why he said no to him, and the website clearly said that the cat's love would last for a long time.

Zhao Xiwei walked around the room several times, and Chen An took everything away, but he was determined to find something, even if it was a coat that Chen An had left behind.

Chen An ignored him, refused to answer his calls and text messages, he missed Chen An.

"An'an, come back, I miss you."

After Zhao Xiwei sent the text message, he turned his phone, which had been silent for a long time, to the loudest notification volume, and did nothing to concentrate on waiting for Chen An to write back to him.

Since the company went public, he was either on a business trip or in a meeting every day, and he hasn't been so free for a long time.In fact, he wasn't free today, but without Chen An around, he couldn't do anything.

Zhao Xiwei held the phone and sat down on the edge of the bed. He sat outside until it was dark and bright, but the phone didn't ring.

He got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face. Before the water was turned off, the mobile phone on the bed in the bedroom rang deafeningly.