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After four o'clock, Fu Jingmeng was finally ready to go home, he took a sip of water and looked at his little white cat.

Today is the day he earns the most, never before.This kitten is like an angel sent from heaven, right next to his leg, with its little hand in its mouth, obediently lying on its front paw.

He poured a little water into his palm and leaned over: "Drink?"

The little white cat was tired, so he stretched his head over and smelled it, and licked it lightly. It was a little itchy, and Fu Jingmeng's pretty fingers jumped.

It stood up, brushed the thin callus of Fu Jingmeng's palm with its tongue coating like fine frost, and licked the water in his palm until it drank it all.

"anything else?"

The little white cat took a step back.

This is no longer necessary.

Fu Jingmeng is quite strange, he seems to have a tacit understanding with it, he has never raised a cat, but he seems to understand every movement of it.

Fu Jingmeng patted the ashes on his trousers, put his guitar on his back and picked up his equipment to go home, the little white cat followed him, it walked when he walked, and stopped when he stopped.

Pay the whale dream, it is hungry.Whoring it for nothing for a day without feeding it any food really doesn't make sense.

When passing by the supermarket, he knelt down and scratched the little white cat's chin and neck. The meat there was tender and soft. When he hooked it with his fingers, it would squint its eyes, relax its whole back, and make a comfortable purring sound.

He said to the little white cat: "You wait here for me obediently, I will buy you something delicious."

Nian Nian stood where he was, watching him push open the glass door and walk in.

It is full of beautiful things in eyes, colorful and bizarre.

Fu Jingmeng bought some ingredients and a box of canned cat food, but when he came out again, the cat was gone.

He looked at the can in his hand, feeling a little lost.He thinks that the little white cat will like it. Although he can't afford too expensive ones, this box contains small shrimps and small fish, which is the best canned food he can give.

He carried these things back to his dilapidated hut.

The house was very still.It was as quiet as every evening he used to go home.The red building looks cold across the rain, and the beaded foil lanterns return alone.

He pushed open the door resignedly, and saw Nian Nian's slender legs hanging down from the sofa.

"Nian Nian?!" Fu Jingmeng's ending was a little trembling, and he didn't know why, it seemed that this boy was still an unexpected thing, but subconsciously, he bought all the ingredients for two people .

Nian Nian turned his head and looked at him from the rose-colored sunset that came in through the window. He frowned, his beautiful eyes were a little angry, and he dropped the remote control in his hand: "Brother, I can't turn on the TV."

Nian Nian has been able to take form for several years, but he prefers to be a cat, and he has not changed too many times.So although he has the basic ability to live and knows a little about human life, he doesn't know much about it, especially electrical appliances and human emotions.

He has a good friend named Qi Cheng, who is a little black cat. He transformed into a form earlier, three years older than Niannian, and knows humans well.

He can drive, knows how to read Baidu maps, and can take the bus and subway by himself. Nian Nian is very envious of him.

Fu Jingmeng's TV is very small and old, but Nian Nian is very interested in watching it.

Fu Jingmeng saw him squatting on the sofa, pulling down the sweater to cover his entire legs, like a dwarf.He smiled and shook his head, walked to the kitchen, intending to cook a meager dinner.

He asked Nian Nian, "What do you want to eat?"

Nian Nian's eyes followed the people on the TV, and he replied, "I want to eat small fish."

Fu Jingmeng didn't buy fish, the fish is too expensive, not to mention that he bought canned food for the little white cat, but he bought sausages, and he asked, "Is it okay to fry the sausages?"

Nian Nian sniffed, "Okay."

After a while, there was a rattle of oil, and the smell of sausage wafted out into Nian Nian's nose.He couldn't watch the TV, he was distracted, and swallowed hard.

Qi Cheng said that human beings are very particular about etiquette, they have to serve the meal on the table, and then eat together.

Nian Nian thought, he is no longer a stray cat, so he can't be snatched, and he wants to eat small sausages with Fu Jingmeng.

Served together, there is also a plate of mushrooms and rapeseed, and a bowl of rice.He doesn't like vegetables very much, but he still eats a little, and he doesn't want to eat rice, so he just keeps stuffing small sausages into his mouth.

Fu Jingmeng is very good at dealing with picky eaters. He gave Nian Nian the oil and water for frying small sausages, and Nian Nian's eyes lit up.

Fu Jingmeng saw that Nian Nian was eating very deliciously, and he was wheezing, making a lot of noise.He is a quiet person, but he is not bored at this time.He is used to being alone, and he has been confronted with loneliness for too long, and he has long since given up his helmet and armor.

He liked the fact that the stove was hot in the kitchen and the smell of food filled the room.

Someone sat at a table with him and ate.

A long, long time ago, when his band was just established, he, Li Siming, Da Zhang, and Chen Ke huddled together in this old house, sitting around this small table Around the dining table, a hot pot was simmering on the induction cooker, and the bright red chili peppers were gurgling. Once the dishes were poured down, they would be gone.

Everyone thought that Da Zhang ate too much, Da Zhang said, how can drummers have the energy to play drums if they don't eat more.

Chen Ke and Li Siming reached out to rub his fat belly, Dazhang was ticklish and everyone laughed together, and when they had eaten enough, everyone hugged the bass and guitar, and faced the starry sky in the yard at the door Sing.

The vines and leaves of the grapes cling to their hair and bind them together.

They sang Zhou Yunpeng, Song Dongye, and Zhao Lei. They also sang their own songs. Their first song was called "Whale".

"I was trapped in a cage, and my feathers withered."

He withered a long time ago.Those stars, even in his dreams, never come again.

Nian Nian raised his head from the rice bowl, staring at Fu Jingmeng who was in a daze: "Brother, I'm full."

Fu Jingmeng came back to his senses and saw rice grains sticking to Nian Nian's face. He stretched out his hand and touched Nian Nian's chin. Nian Nian suddenly narrowed his eyes and raised his head, revealing his soft, white and slender neck. An unguarded, demanding gesture.

Fu Jingmeng was stupid.He kind of eats this set.

He hurriedly withdrew his hand and lowered his head to clean up the dishes: "Okay, let's go play."

So slowly and softly the night dropped its curtains.

The TV is ringing, Nian Nian is catching a moth on the window, Fu Jingmeng has taken medicine and is tuning the guitar. For the first time in a long time, he has the desire to write a song.

He seemed to suddenly want to live well.

When it was time to go to bed, Nian Nian put on Fu Jingmeng's pajamas, light blue, with a musical note embroidered on the edge of the chest pocket.He loves it.

Fu Jingmeng asked him to sleep in bed tonight, and he slept on the sofa.

But he is not happy, he likes the pillow with tassels on the sofa, he just left his own smell on it yesterday.

Fu Jingmeng, a self-proclaimed parent, looked at Nian Nian with her arms folded: "Then you are allowed to take this pillow to bed."

Nian Nian hugged his baby, reluctantly moved to the bedside, and he looked back at Fu Jingmeng.

"Can't we sleep together?"

Fu Jingmeng was taken aback, and he decided to confess.

"Nian Nian, my sexual orientation is a little different." Fu Jingmeng coughed dryly and said very tactfully, "So I can't sleep with you."

Nian Nian tilted his head and blinked: "Sexual orientation, what is it?"

Fu Jingmeng's heart was full of alarm bells. It stands to reason that he shouldn't be 19 years old. When he was 19 years old, he basically understood the physiological knowledge of men and women.

"Uh, it's just..." he said with difficulty under Nian Nian's clear eyes, "It's just that I like men, do you understand?"

Nian Nian nodded: "I understand, I like you and you like me, so we should sleep together."

All cats are like that.After confirming that the smell is the child you like, you will sleep together.

He and Qi Cheng have also slept together, and Qi Cheng also likes little male cats, but not little female cats.

There seems to be no problem.

Fu Jingmeng couldn't say no to it, and was dragged to the bed by Nian Nian like a fool, and lay down flat.

Nian Nian curled up and arched into Fu Jingmeng's arms.His feet hooked Fu Jingmeng's feet.

He has a very sweet milky smell, like a milk candy.

"Brother, good night."

He obediently closed his eyes.

One of Fu Jingmeng's hands made a Niannian pillow, and the other hand was held in his arms.He could only rub his chin against the top of his hair illuminated by the yellowish moonlight.

"Good night, Nian Nian."