Chapter 65 There is a name on Lan Yan

First of all, the Taoist priest apologized here. Because he was extremely unhappy last night, he had no desire to hit the keyboard, and I didn't have a manuscript, so I made an vent article to make up the number of words and apologized here.

Next, what the Taoist priest wants to say is that this article has nothing to do with the diary. If you say it, it's a special article. Because it has nothing to do with the diary, Zhang Deshuai's quotations will not appear, hehe.

A thunder woke me up from my sleep. He muttered by the pillow.

Summer is the rainy season in Beiqiu. However, the rain likes to pile up at night, which is noisy and makes people feel sad.

Since I'm sleepless, I'll turn on the table lamp at the head of the bed. The orange light gently spread out at the head of the bed. With that light, I picked up the book that I only saw half of the book on the table and quietly flipped through it.

"Rumble-"

This time, the thunder is overhead. I was so scared that I quickly shrank into the blanket and shrank into a ball, revealing my frightened eyes.

He was also awakened by the thunder, confused, and stopped me in his arms.

I came down safely after cling to the broad chest and listening to the familiar heartbeat.

As soon as I closed my eyes, another pair of eyes flashed in front of me. The more he told himself not to think about it, the more his eyes became clearer.

He quickly moved his arm away, which also woke him up in his sleep. Confused, he asked, "What are you doing?"

I didn't answer, but tweaked the blanket again. He got up, randomly pulled out a shoe box from the shoe rack behind the door, pulled out the shoes that were still sleeping in it, and went out.

In the elevator, I couldn't help laughing at myself: What's wrong with you today? Why do you care about those two little lives?

Because I know that I am not an enthusiastic person.

The rain has begun to fall. From a trace, to the first line, to the fall of the world. The world is beginning to blur and become very unreal. Only this rain that connects heaven and earth is real.

It's terrible!

The umbrella moves slowly on a rainy night, like petals falling along the river. Under the umbrella is a vague mass of light.

When I came to the corner of the community, I stopped and shouted softly. But with the call, it was so diluted by the rain that I could only walk around me. Even so, those eyes still appeared on a rainy night.

Let me care about the eyes.

"Meow-woo-" It responded to my call and came to me. The rain has drenched it all over. The hair is tightly attached to the body. Life shrinks into a small ball, which seems extremely small.

Life has made me extremely indifferent. So indifferent that I can ignore the helpless eyes in the streets and alleys, and so indifferent that I am worried about the number of donations I donated to his company.

In fact, the indifferent line of defense is vulnerable under the eyes of real assistance.

When I came back with a shopping handbag full, I met this poor guy in this corner. It jumped out of the shade of the trees and shocked me. It revolves around me, and the hairy body touches my ** little feet from time to time, itchy.

This is a motley cat with colors scattered in the middle of the white body color, like an island dotted in the ocean.

"Meow-woo-" It shouted gently, rubbing its body back and forth on my legs. It raised its head and its eyes loomed in the cracks of the handbag. The eyes are full of strong attachment.

From the shade of the tree, there is a "meow" sound that responds to its call. In the shade of the tree, there is also a white cat hidden. The white cat held its head proudly and stared at me closely, but his eyes were distrustful.

It turns out that I don't know when the two cats settled down in the corner of the community.

This poor guy. I looked at the weak life under my feet and said silently in my heart.

A beam of light pierced the curtain of the rain. Then came the sound of slippers kicking behind him.

I turned my head and the slippers stopped in front of me.

I asked vigilantly, "Who are you?"

He smiled at me first. The smile burst from the corners of his mouth and immediately radiated the whole face. It was a very sunny and young smile.

I saw this smile there in a trance. Thinking about it carefully, this smile is so far away that I forget that he once smiled at me like this. That was more than a decade ago, when we first met. But now, his face has been wiped out by life, and he can no longer show such a smile.

He looked at the shoe box in my hand, shook the plastic cloth in his hand, pointed to the colorful cat still on the ground behind me, and said with a smile, "Beauty, we are here for the same purpose!"

This beautiful woman calls casually. A man who just got up from ** in the middle of the night, puffed his hair, was not covered by cosmetics, did not have a belly tied to his waist, and had a drooping chest that could not overcome the gravity of the earth, which really had nothing to do with a beautiful woman.

"Oh!" I just answered indifferently and didn't politely call him handsome.

Because I'm not a warm-hearted person.

On a rainy night, two umbrellas stand side by side, like a couplen in the river.

He scratched his head, turned his head, and looked at me with burning eyes. The young breath came to my face, which caught me off guard. He asked, "What do you think we should do?"

I shook my head blankly and looked back at him at a loss. This time, it's not that I'm not enthusiastic, but that I really don't know.

Because I'm a very stupid person and often can't even take good care of myself. Because of stupidity, it will make him point at the tip of my nose and say, "I don't even know, if I die in front of you, how will you live?"

I shrugged my nose and said loudly to him, "I don't approve you to die in front of me. If you want to die, I will die first."

I mean if?" He asked me pretending to be serious.

"I will strangle myself with stockings like Sanmao." In his astonishment, I continued, "Because after you die, no one will take care of me!"

With such an answer, he will hold me in his arms with a big smile and stab me in my face with his scum.

Unfortunate, this time, he is not here. Otherwise, I will definitely not encounter such a problem. I will shake my hands and watch him busy alone.

Looking at my confused face, he also understood that he would definitely ask me nothing. He thought for a moment and said to me, "Why don't we do this? Let's make a small nest for them first. Will I buy another cat's nest tomorrow and let them move?"

His proposal was immediately approved by me.

In the rainy night, the two began to make shelter for the two poor lives.

I held the umbrella in one hand and the umbrella he put away in the other hand, watching him focus on making nests for the kittens.

I suddenly remembered something and said to him, "Wait?" Then, he stuffed the umbrella in his hand and turned around and ran in the direction of my house.

I didn't even notice that I was holding his umbrella.

In the room, it is dark. The orange light drilled out from the crack of the door that was not tightly closed in the bedroom, so that I could barely see what was in the room.

He, who had just fallen asleep, was awakened by the sound of me opening the door and asked me confusedly, "What the hell are you doing?"

"You go to bed first." Instead of answering him, I hurriedly said something to him and began to look for those old clothes.

When I ran over breathlessly and handed him those old clothes and scissors. But he turned the umbrella in his hand and said to me jokingly, "Aren't you afraid that I will flash away with your umbrella?" Is your umbrella much better than mine?

I blushed and I didn't answer. I don't know what's going on, but I'm not worried at all that he will take my umbrella.

I said to him, "Cut these clothes and spread them in the nest? So they can be warmer?"

"You are so considerate!" He nodded, took the old clothes, and began to cut them.

When I heard him say this, I felt a little hot again. Thoughtfulness, such words of praise are not applicable to me at all. Therefore, he won't say that for so long. In his mouth, I will always be a child who needs him to take care of.

"It's done!" In my stunnedgong fu, he had cut the old clothes into pieces.

Clothes are cut into pieces and are no longer clothes. No matter how bright and fashionable they used to be, now they are a crumpled and ugly piece of cloth.

I randomly stuffed a piece of cloth into the shoe box. He looked at me and frowned. Finally, he couldn't stand it and took the shoe box from my hand. He fiddled again and said, "Let it go like this so that it won't get wet in the rain."

Listening to his words, I was a little confused and began to blame myself for my clumsiness.

After the cloth is finished in the nest, we will get into the trees in the corner. Behind him, he quietly followed the colorful cat.

In the bushes, the drops of water dripping from the trees drip onto the neck from time to time, which is cool. The rain under his feet gently crossed **'s calves to convey the coolness.

I couldn't help shivering.

The umbrella in my hand shook, and the rain accumulated on the umbrella flowed down. He wet one side of his body.

He turned around and looked at me, but he didn't blame me. Instead, he asked me, "Are you cold?"

I shook my head and explained to him, "I just slipped down."

For some reason, I try to pretend to be strong. Although, my body began to tremble. At the same time, I still feel guilty for my clumsiness.

As soon as he wanted to put down the nest, he thought of something and said to me, "Take it first." After saying that, he gave me the little nest that had just been done.

This time, he braved the rain and found something around the trees.

I was so stupid that he lost confidence in me as an umbrella man.

Finally, he lifted a few bricks from the edge of the bushes and got in excitedly, ignoring the waterfalls flowing on his face.

He first arranged the bricks neatly in a row in a flat place, and then carefully took the shoe box from my hand and wrapped them tightly in plastic cloth.

He put the shoe box on the brick and gently pressed a brick on it. He also pressed it gently with his hand. After feeling satisfied, he clapped his hands and said, "Finally it's done."

The colorful cat carefully got into the nest, looked at it for a while, and then withdrew from its body. It rubbed against our legs and cried, "meow and meow." It looks very satisfactory.

Its reaction makes me happy.

It turns out that our rescue does not want to get cheap gratitude for giving up dignity. We only hope that you will have a grateful heart and then pass on this gratitude, which is what we most want to see.

"You are all wet." Looking at the clothes that he was wet and clinging to his body, I lowered my head and said shyly.

He jumped a few times and said with a smile, "It's okay! Young, powerful!"

Yes, he is still young, full of sunshine and vitality. But I have drawn circles of people on the rings of life.

When he saw that I was silent, he quickly changed the topic: "Do you think the nest we just made can withstand the rain tonight?"

"I think so." I stared at the water flowing on the ground and said slowly, "Go back!" After saying that, I was ready to leave.

"Hey, hey!" He quickly stopped me.

"What's the matter?" I was surprised to look at him. Everything has been done. Is there anything else?

"Your umbrella." He smiled and handed over the umbrella.

That smile is very young and sunny...