single sickness

Even though his body was already very tired, his brain was extremely active. No matter how Xiang Mo tried to hypnotize himself, he couldn't cross the dividing line between waking and deep sleep.

The messy picture keeps coming to mind like a revolving lantern, and every detail in the picture can be extended infinitely. When the thought is blurred, the picture jumps without warning and starts to enter a new cycle.

The latest screen that jumps out is the words "retire early" on Du Chi's phone case.

Xiang Mo didn't know the ideal retirement age in Du Chi's mind, but as far as he was concerned, he had already lived a life close to retirement.

I sleep until I wake up naturally every day, and my work is easy and stress-free. If it weren't for the insomnia caused by Du Chi, this kind of life would have been perfect.

Tossing and turning on the bed for a long time, sleepiness failed to gain the upper hand.Xiang Mo simply got up from the bed, went to the desk and picked up the paintbrush.

When you are upset, painting is the best way to calm your mind.

The portrait he drew before was only the lower half of the face, and now he couldn't arouse the interest in painting other objects, so Xiang Mo took this semi-finished picture and outlined a tall nose bridge and deep eyebrows on the drawing paper.

When chatting with Du Chi in the theater, the dim light from the screen hit Du Chi's side face, making his facial features more three-dimensional.Xiang Mo clearly remembered the height of the bridge of Du Chi's nose, and his eyes twinkling in the dim light.

The eyes are deep and bright, and a simple arrangement of black lines is not enough to reflect that texture.

At this time, the world outside the window has long been shrouded in silence, but the rustling sound of paintbrushes can still be heard in the bedroom with goose-yellow lights.

Overlaying layer after layer, adjusting over and over again, the handsome face on the drawing paper became more and more real. When Xiang Mo suddenly stopped the brush, he realized belatedly that his thoughts had been suppressed. The pool was occupied for hours.

It was as if something was breaking out of the ground quietly in my heart.

Make him very irritable.

Xiang Mo never denied that he resembled Third Sister to some extent.When someone approaches actively, he tends to run away instead.

So the next morning, even though he had woken up early and was hungry because of the smell of food wafting in through the crack of the door, he still nestled under the quilt unmoved, not wanting to face the culprit that made him irritable.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a knock on the door, and Xiang Mo glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table in a half-dream and half-awake state. It turned out that the time had already passed 10:30 in the morning.

He came to the door with his slippers on, not surprisingly, the person standing outside the door was Du Chi.

"Is it like this when you just woke up?" Du Chi tilted his head, looking at Xiang Mo's chicken nest head.Sanmao squatted beside his legs, tilting his head together with him to look at Mo.The movements of one person and one dog are surprisingly consistent.

Xiang Mo rubbed his hair carelessly, his voice was hoarse when he just woke up: "What's the matter?"

"Your clothes." Du Chi stretched out his arms, with some familiar clothes hanging on his elbows.

Xiang Mo's brain was not fully awake yet, he wandered motionlessly for a second before realizing that it was the clothes he washed with Du Chi yesterday.

"Thank you." He took back the clothes from Du Chi's hand and planned to close the door.And at this moment, San Mao, who was squatting beside Du Chi's legs, suddenly raised her front legs, pushed open the half-closed bedroom door, and slipped in.

"Sanmao!" Du Chi immediately raised his chin and yelled into the room.

In fact, Xiang Mo didn't mind Sanmao entering his room, but when he turned his head and found that Sanmao had jumped onto his bed, the remaining drowsiness disappeared in an instant. He hurried back to the bed and scolded: " Sanmao!"

San Mao heartlessly jumped from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, leaving several footprints on the white quilt.

Xiang Mo followed from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, but he couldn't catch San Mao. In the end, it was Du Chi who came to the room and drove the naughty San Mao off the bed.

Looking at the messy bed, Xiang Mo took a few deep breaths to suppress the burning fire in his heart.He knew that it was useless to scold Sanmao, so he pointed the finger at Du Chi: "There is such a dog as there is a master."

"You have wronged me." Du Chi obviously denied the accusation, "I have never slept in your bed."

There is even some truth.

Without waiting for Xiang Mo to reply, Du Chi stroked his chin again, and thoughtfully said: "But to be precise, this is the bed I used to sleep in."

Xiang Mo had a hunch about this, but he still didn't want it to be confirmed.

He didn't want to tell Du Chi whose bed it was, and directly drove him out: "You all get out of here."

San Mao left Xiang Mo's room in a hurry, but when Du Chi turned around, he stopped suddenly and his eyes drifted to Xiang Mo's desk.

Xiang Mo never needs to pay attention when opening the door, because the desk is next to the wall of the entrance, and people standing outside the door cannot see the items on the desk.

But at this moment, Xiang Mo clearly saw that Du Chi had met "myself" on the desk.

"It's just a practice." He hurriedly walked to the desk and took two steps, and buckled up the painting.

Du Chi followed to the desk, wanting to turn over the painting: "The painting is very good, why don't you let me see it?"

Of course Xiang Mo wouldn't let Du Chi look at it, he kept pushing Du Chi towards the door, but Du Chi held him in his arms with one hand, and turned the painting back to the front with the other hand.

"You secretly painted me." Du Chi's tone was full of smiles.

This feeling is no different from being caught secretly taking pictures, although Xiang Mo can swear that this is just a product of his passing time.

"I said, it's just practice." He pushed Du Chi's chest, but he didn't push it.

"I'll take it back and frame it." Someone obviously ignored Xiang Mo's words.

"Who said they were going to send you off?" Xiang Mo asked, frowning.

"Then who allowed you to draw me?"

Xiang Mo: "..."

Du Chi let go of Xiang Mo in a good mood, took the painting in his hand and admired it: "It's time to wake up, artist, don't forget you still have to cook."

"Don't do it." Xiang Mo said angrily, "I want to do it for you."

Even Xiang Mo himself didn't realize that he was playing petty temper with Du Chi.But Du Chi didn't mind, put away the portrait, smiled and said, "Okay."

Du Chi cooks at noon and in the evening. The original rule of cooking for one person has become like this somehow.

Xiang Mo doesn't like this feeling of blurred boundaries, but he doesn't hate to taste Du Chi's craftsmanship every now and then.

Zhao Xiaoqiao's mother came back early last night, and only Xiang Mo and Du Chi were left at the dinner table of the three of them.

The days of not having to wash dishes ended with Zhao Xiaoqiao's departure. After dinner, Xiang Mo cleaned up the kitchen with his third sister. Not quite right.

Most of the three-flowered cats are slender, and the third sister is no exception. They walk lightly and quietly.But at this time, Xiang Mo found that the third sister's stomach was swollen, like a huge tumor, giving people a bad feeling.

"You won't steal cat food, will you?"

Xiang Mo hugged Third Sister in his arms, obviously feeling that she had gained a lot of weight.

The third sister is a stray cat picked up by student Xiang Mo, and also the first pet he raised in his life.Due to her inexperience, she changed cat food casually, and Sanmei suffered from severe gastroenteritis when she was a child.

Xiang Mo touched Third Sister's stomach again, feeling that something was wrong.At that time, the sound of Du Chi's footsteps coming back from Sanmao's walk sounded in the corridor, and he hurriedly called people to stop: "Du Chi, come and have a look."

"Ok?"

"Third Sister seems to be sick."

Du Chi took the third sister from Xiang Mo's arms, brushed the hair on her abdomen to look at it, and then said with some amusement: "She is pregnant."

"Ah?" Xiang Mo was completely stunned, "But she's only ten months old."

I went to a nearby pet hospital, and it turned out that as Du Chi said, the third sister was really pregnant, and she was pregnant with six cubs for nearly a month.

Xiang Mo recalled that the third sister would run out of the small courtyard from time to time, and he didn't know which beast it was that made his third sister's stomach big.

Coming out of the pet hospital, Xiang Mo said nothing with a dark face, while Du Chi hugged his third sister with a big heart: "Is your husband the strongest wild cat around? You became a mother at a young age, and it seems that your mother is not very happy." look."

Realizing that "your mother" in Du Chi's mouth was referring to himself, Xiang Mo frowned: "You are so boring."

"Look out." Du Chi comforted, "If you are pregnant, give birth, there is no need to be angry."

Xiang Mo somewhat felt that "his daughter was ruined", and he couldn't accept it as easily as Du Chi.

"What kind of cat has what kind of owner." Du Chi said sternly, "Should you also be pregnant with a cub?"

"Shut up." Xiang Mo said loudly.

Du Chi smiled, and chatted with Third Sister about her mysterious husband.After chatting thoroughly, he put away his indecent expression, looked at Xiang Mo, and chatted with him: "Go to your room in the morning, I see that you have a lot of works in your room."

Xiang Mo stared straight ahead and didn't answer.

Getting mad at San Mao in the morning and San Mei at night, Du Chi is no better than these two, Xiang Mo is too lazy to talk to him.

"Aren't you considering holding another art exhibition?" Du Chi asked.

"Don't persuade me to hold an art exhibition." Xiang Mo said expressionlessly, "That's what my ex-boyfriend did."

If it wasn't for his ex-boyfriend to set up a bridge, Xiang Mo wouldn't be able to hold a solo exhibition in a private art gallery.At that time, he thought that the peak of his life was just ahead, but he didn't know that it was followed by a trough.

"Don't persuade me." Du Chi said lazily, "Just be happy."

When the two chatted here, their small courtyard was already not far ahead.Xiang Mo saw a familiar figure standing at the gate of the small courtyard. That person was on the phone while looking around inside the small courtyard.

Gradually realizing who that person was, Xiang Mo stopped in disbelief.

At this time, the man at the gate of the small courtyard also saw Xiang Mo, and he walked up to Xiang Mo with long legs, showing his usual confident smile: "Baby, I'm back."

Xiang Mo pursed his lips, frowning and motionless.

"Baby?" Du Chi looked at Xiang Mo with raised eyebrows, and blurted out with imperceptible displeasure in his tone, "Who are you baby?"

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small theater

At ten o'clock in the morning, the balcony on the third floor.

Du Chi: Do you think I should go down to find him?

Sanmao: Wang.

Du Chi: Will you cooperate with me later?

Sanmao: Bark.

PS ex-boyfriend is an assist.