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It was already very late when I got out of the hospital after hanging the water, I couldn’t get a taxi, and the last bus stopped. Fu Jingmeng drove a shared bicycle with a back seat to carry Nian Nian, and rode on the dark road .

It was cool in late autumn, and Nian Nian was wearing Fu Jingmeng's loose windbreaker, watching Fu Jingmeng's face livid in the wind.

He hugged Fu Jingmeng's waist, wrapped the windbreaker forward, and wanted to share some of his warmth with him.

A person as warm as Fu Jingmeng, who warms others, why can't he warm himself.

Nian Nian.

Under the stars, the wheels rumble along the river bank, straight forward, carrying the two of them to their dilapidated but bright home.

After arriving home, Nian Nian started to have a fever.

Fu Jingmeng placed him on the bed and wiped his face clean. The wound on his face was very shallow and would probably scab over soon without leaving any traces.

Keeping his promise, he warmed up the small fish, picked out the bones one by one, peeled off only the white and delicate flesh, and fed it to Nian Nian bit by bit.

Nian Nian's face was flushed red, and his eyes were even brighter. It seemed that he had never eaten such delicious fish.

Salted, with the fragrance of onion, the oil is bright, and the juice will pop out when you bite it.

Fresh and tasty.

He greedily watched Fu Jingmeng's way of burying his head in picking fishbone carefully, his concentration was a little cute, his sleeves were rolled up to the crook of his arm, his forearm was tense because of the chopsticks in his hand, the line even if the fish in the whole river Not as good-looking as him.His hair was shrouded in the shadow of the moon in the light, and his whole person was unbelievably soft.

Nian Nian thinks Fu Jingmeng is so gentle.

He thought, maybe Fu Jingmeng is such a delicate person who likes the feelings of long-lasting and long-lasting love. He must have frightened him by kissing him suddenly in the morning.

Qi Cheng may understand human beings, but he doesn't understand his dream of paying whales.

Paying Whale Dreams is special.

Even if he doesn't like kissing or sleeping together, it's still his favorite Fu Jingmeng.

Nian Nian was happy again.

He lay down, got into the quilt, let Fu Jingmeng pull the quilt under his neck and tuck it in.Fu Jingmeng turned to leave, but Nian Nian grabbed his hand.

Nian Nian's cheeks were flushed, and he said, "Brother, I seem to have a worse fever."

Fu Jingmeng looked over and reached out to touch his forehead.

"It seems to be the same as before."

"No, it's not the same, it must be hotter."

Fu Jingmeng leaned down and rested her forehead on Nian Nian's sweat-drenched forehead.

In front of his lenses are Nian Nian's star-like eyes. He seems to be standing in front of the Milky Way, where the bottom is bottomless, and the brilliance is flowing and dazzling.

Nian Nian's scorching breath sprinkled on his face, and the overwhelming milk candy drowned him sweetly.

He was so burned that he lost his helmet and armor, and immediately straightened up, looking elsewhere: "It seems to be a little bit."

"I'll get you a wet towel."

Nian Nian showed two eyes from under the quilt, and nodded obediently.

Looking at Fu Jingmeng's red-faced and flustered back, the little cat smiled slyly.

Waking up the next morning, Fu Jingmeng also sneezed a little.

It was a cloudy and rainy day outside, and many dead leaves fell on the ground. Birds walked by and rustled on them.

The two were wrapped in quilts, and one was holding a cup of ginger tea, which made all four eyes full of steam.

To be precise, a pair of eyes, a pair of glasses.

Nian Nian's fever subsided, and the wound healed a lot. After changing the gauze and re-bandaging, he was taking off Fu Jingmeng's glasses with great interest, and was painting on the mist.

His fingers were delicate, outlining a small fish on the narrow lens, only to dry out quickly and disappear.

Fu Jingmeng took a sip of ginger tea and couldn't help but sneezed again.He took out a piece of paper from the bedside box and wiped his nose red. When he turned his head, Nian Nian's face came closer.

He imitated what Fu Jingmeng did last night, and pressed his forehead against Fu Jingmeng's forehead, and his bangs were crushed flat.

"What are you doing Niannian?" Fu Jingmeng's chest was like a beating drum. Without his glasses, it was like losing his armor. He looked directly at the Milky Way, resisting the desire to jump.

Nian Nian stared into his eyes, and rubbed the tip of Jing Meng's nose affectionately with the tip of his nose: "You pass on your cold to me, and you will get better soon."

The cold didn't come, but the fever did.

Fu Jingmeng's cheeks and ears were stained red, and he pulled back suddenly.

"Nian Nian!" He was a little anxious, but he couldn't say why.

He jumped out of bed to cook porridge, the pots and pans were clattering, and he asked Nian Nian, "Do you want to add sugar?"

Nian Nian had a cold, so Nuo Nuo's voice came from the bedroom: "No."

"I don't like sugar so much." Fu Jingmeng took out the porridge and cooked an egg for Niannian, which was really a luxurious breakfast.

When he brought the breakfast in, he saw Nian Nian holding a photo frame.

He walked over and glanced down.

Nian Nian pointed to the two people next to Fu Jingmeng in the photo, a man with a stern look in a suit and leather shoes, and a woman with curly waist and curly hair who was intellectual and upright.He looked up at him: "this is brother, with whom?"

"My parents." Fu Jingmeng's expression was very indifferent.

"They don't live with you?" Nian Nian didn't understand, he had never seen Fu Jingmeng's parents come to see him.

"It's broken." Fu Jingmeng said casually, chopped up an egg and fed it, "They object to my music and want me to inherit the family's company."

Nian Nian ate the eggs in one bite, and Fu Jingmeng said, "It's been a long time since I've seen each other."

"Isn't it good to inherit the company?"

"Of course it's good to inherit the company." Fu Jingmeng smiled, "There are clothes to wear and food to eat. A glutton like you can't eat any kind of fish."

"It's all good, but I don't like it."

Wearing suits and leather shoes, smiling to greet him, pushing cups and changing glasses, intrigues, insincere words, every word is like a huge cage, locking him firmly in it.

Waiting for him to suffocate, waiting for him to rot.

His father was such a person, and he didn't want to, and couldn't, become like his father.

Nian Nian thinks of the song Fu Jingmeng sang——

I was born free and romantic by nature.

He said, "I see, brother."

Fu Jingmeng laughed, her pupils shone like the surface of a lake illuminated by the sun.

"Nian Nian is awesome, I know a lot."

Nian Nian thought to herself, I just know you very well.

After feeding the porridge, Fu Jingmeng stood up, and asked Niannian, "What about your parents?" Niannian didn't mention his former parents, why was such a good boy like him displaced.

Nian Nian looked up, a little dazed: "They disappeared when they were very young, and I don't know where they went."

In fact, he understood that they might be dead, or they might have been taken away, but they would never come back again.It is always difficult for kittens to keep their homes tidy, so Nian Nian became a stray kitten, living in the community with Qi Cheng and the others.

Fu Jingmeng rubbed Nian Nian's soft curly hair: "It doesn't matter, everything that is beautiful has no home, such as shooting stars, falling flowers, and fireflies."

He didn't go to the street to sing for two days, Fu Jingmeng didn't know what happened until Niannian received Qi Cheng's WeChat.

Qi Cheng said, "Hey, you and your little boyfriend are on fire."

Nian Nian stared at the word "little boyfriend" for a while, a little happy and a little shy, he didn't want to refute selfishly, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

Qi Cheng sent a video.

Nian Nian opened it and saw that it was the last time he turned into a kitten and stood on Fu Jingmeng's shoulder and was photographed.

There are more than 500 million likes and 10,000+ comments in the lower right corner.

He clicked on the comments and slid his fingers up one by one.

"Ah cat is so cute, it can play rhythm!"

"The last time I saw it in the food court in the shopping mall, this cat's tail is even more heart-warming!"

"Don't just look at cats, don't you think this man is also handsome? In ten seconds, I want to get this man's WeChat!"

"This seems to be the guitarist and sub-vocalist of the original Whale Band?"

"The real name is crying, I didn't expect my child to be three years old, and I can still hear Mengmeng singing!"

Even Fu Jingmeng, who rarely looked at his phone, began to receive some calls.

He stood under the vine trellis to water the flowers and plants, and swiped one hand to answer the call.

"Mengmeng, how are you doing recently, come out and meet me?"

The person who called was Su Qiong, a music producer. In the past, most of Whale's songs were handled by her. Since the Whale band disbanded, she gradually stopped contacting her.

Fu Jing dreamed of the old love, he said: "Sister Qiong, you set a time and place, I will go there."

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Nian Nian: Even if you don't like kissing or sleeping together, but...

Fu Jingmeng: No, I like it very much.

Everything that is beautiful has no home, shooting stars, falling flowers, fireflies, and even the blue-headed, red-billed, and green-winged Queen Mother bird that can sing most have no home. Who has ever seen a phoenix raised?Who can bind the moonlight? --Shen Congwen