that bastard i love

Wen Gulin sat on the bed for a long time, then picked up the clothes that were thrown away last night from the stool beside the bed, and put them on indiscriminately.

Ah, it's already nine o'clock in the morning.

It's getting late, I should get up, wash my face, brush my teeth, take care of my appearance, and then go out and look for a job.

Although I don't know what kind of job I can apply for, it's better than being idle at home.

Wen Gulin casually ate some bread, ran to the yard and leaned against the water pipe to wash his face, wiped moisturizing water on his face, and said to his listless self in the mirror: "You motherfucker should be full of energy today. It's full."

Put your phone in the bag of your sweater coat, and tie your hair into a neat ponytail.

Oh yes, he forgot his glasses.

I took out my glasses that I hadn't worn for a long time and put them on, I felt dizzy all of a sudden, but my vision was much clearer.

His myopia is not too deep, only over 300 degrees. In the past, he didn't need to wear it at home, and he didn't often go out, so this pair of glasses was abandoned for a long time.

This pair of glasses was brought to him by Zhang Min back then. The frame is transparent, unlike other glasses that turn ugly when worn, but he still looks pretty good wearing these glasses.

Wait, why everything has to do with Zhang Min.

Gee.

no longer.

Wen Gulin took off his glasses and threw them aside.

Now that he has decided to leave Zhang Min, he doesn't want to touch anything related to Zhang Min, even memories.

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In the afternoon, Wen Gulin walked into the house slowly with his forehead supported, and sat on the grandfather's stool in the courtyard, wanting to cry without tears.

The fleeting years are unfavorable.

Maybe today is not an auspicious day, and it is not easy to go out.

He went out early in the morning to look for a job, but he interviewed several studios and galleries, but he didn't think it was a good fit.

Either the wages are too low, or the distance from home is too much to demand.

Why is it so difficult to find a suitable job these days.

It's fine if you don't find a job. On the way back, he didn't see clearly, and even bumped his head into an electric pole.

The world is not worth it.

"Hello duck." Suddenly, a head popped out from the edge of the wall, and he jumped up in fright.

He thought it was something, but it turned out to be a person.

"Hello there, I'm your neighbor duck." Qin Ji stood in the corner and waved his hand.

Wen Gulin raised his head, walked over, looked at Qin Ji on the wall, and asked with some embarrassment: "Hi, hello, what can you do?"

"My cat ran to your house, can I trouble you to catch it back for me?" Qin Ji smiled and pointed to the old tree in the middle of the courtyard.

Looking for the place Qin Ji pointed out, he saw an orange cat lying on the old tree of his house.

Well, how is he going to catch...

He's never had a cat... and he doesn't know how to catch it. What if the cat falls from a tree and gets hurt?

"Well, I'm not very good at catching cats, why don't you come to my house and catch the cat back yourself." Wen Gulin said apologetically.

"Okay, I'll just wait for your words." Qin Ji said, he lifted his foot and turned directly into the courtyard of Wen Gulin's house.

It's not the first time Fangfo has entered his house...

After turning over into the courtyard, Qin Ji stepped on the grandfather's stool under the tree, grabbed the orange cat by the back of the neck, and pulled the cat off the tree.

"Sorry, haha, my cat likes to come to your tree to bask in the sun."

"It's okay, it's okay, haha."

Wen Gulin smiled and couldn't help wiping a cold sweat in his heart.

Sure enough, it wasn't the first time he had turned over his courtyard.

"Then I'll go back and don't bother you." Qin Ji rubbed the orange cat in his arms and said with a smile.

"I'll see you off." Wen Gulin said, walked to the door and opened it.

"No need." Qin Ji said, threw the cat from the wall into the next room, then skillfully stepped on the protruding bricks on the wall and turned inside.

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Wen Gulin looked at the back of Qin Ji's leaving, with a smile on his face, and his mother criticized him in his heart.

What kind of strange neighbor is this, how many times does it take to climb over the wall to practice so proficiently.

If there is a door, you have to climb over the wall if you don't want to go. What a strange thing.