"Hello, welcome back, Mr. Yan."
The familiar electronic female voice is very gentle. This is a voice he modulated by himself. It is neither sticky like a girl, nor indifferent and dull, it is probably a voice in his heart that can be perfectly confided.
"Um."
Yan Shuo replied softly, this was his secret diary, which was preserved in the form of dialogue.
He brewed a cup of coffee, and the taste quickly and slowly permeated. It was a bitter aroma. It started somewhere on the base of the tongue, usually accompanied by a little numbness, but it turned out to be very fragrant, so Love it and hate it, as if that's its charm.
When his mother came here occasionally, she would always dislike the bitter taste of this house, saying that the house was rarely popular, and it seemed that she didn't want people to set foot there.
But maybe it was just what he wanted. He already had a strong sense of territory, so strong that he was almost paranoid, and paranoia was not only shown in these places. His character has been distorted to a certain extent. He has almost harsh requirements on himself. Of course, he has done it very well, but of course he will feel very breathless occasionally.
When he was a teenager, he had mild depression and self-destructive tendencies, but fortunately, his strong self-control made his spirit tighten to a just right balance. He told himself at the time that he had to wait until he got everything he wanted before dying, otherwise Too bad.
It's a pity that he finally began to try to manage and sort out such extreme emotions as an adult, so he didn't go to self-destruction in the end, but in general, it was a good thing.
One of the ways is to keep a diary. He does not record every day, but only records some special moments.
"The weather is nice today," he greeted the electronic female voice with his legs crossed, as if he had reunited with an old friend on a winter night, with a happy ending, "Unfortunately, you can't go out to appreciate it."
"Oh," the electronic female voice has a certain intelligence, "I think it may be that you are in a good mood."
Yan Shuo chuckled lightly, in fact, the arc is not big, but this is already a symbol of his very happy mood.
He took out the bouquet he just bought. It wasn't very big, just big enough for him to hold in his arms.
A bouquet of fresh moonlight forget-me-nots, the white flowers slumber gently in front of the green leaves.
"Where did I say that last time?"
"Hello, the last time I recorded it was eight days ago," the electronic female voice repeated the last sentence of the previous diary, "you recorded at the end like this 'I have a premonition that I will quarrel with him, which makes me very painful, but thankful I at least have a chance to argue with him'."
Mr. Yan, who listened to his last diary, felt a little ashamed, but the electronic female voice was only electronic after all, so he quickly recovered.
"Yes, it sounds very sad," Yan Shuo laughed self-deprecatingly, stroking the soft petals with one finger, and the fingertips felt silky like brocade, "but now there has been a turning point, which couldn't be better. "
The electronic female voice didn't answer this time. If the other party hadn't mentioned her, she was just a perfect person to talk to.
"This kind of flower is called moonlight forget-me-not." He didn't get straight to the point, just stroking the petals to recall something. "The first time I saw this flower, my mother held it in my arms. She was crying while hugging her. It. This mutated white forget-me-not is very special, just like the moonlight, that's why it has such a name."
"Because Bai Yueguang is always a metaphor for something that can't be obtained, so its flower language is - the love that the poor can't get in a lifetime."
Having said that, he raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and took a sip of coffee, and finally there was a trace of disappointment in his eyes that could be seen at a glance.
"But since Yan Zhengde married her into the house, I never saw her buy this bunch of flowers again, as if I had forgotten the self-pity me back then. Of course, there's nothing wrong with it. A long-cherished wish raised her eyebrows, this is her. The biggest turnaround in my life, congratulations."
His voice was sharp, with a hint of sarcasm.
"I just didn't expect that fate seems to be reincarnated," he laughed at himself again. "Before I met him, I never thought that one day I would hold this flower and feel sorry for myself like her."
"This may be a good thing." The electronic female voice will give a certain reaction after hearing some key words.
"Yes, in a way, it is also a kind of self-cultivation," he pondered, "after all, before him, I never had the mentality of getting what I asked for, oh think about a week ago, it would be bad if it was yesterday. It's over."
"Everything will be fine," the electronic girl replied softly and without emotion.
Hearing this sentence, he paused, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise higher and higher.
"I always feel like I'm a thief now, this may not be a glorious method, and even immoral in some respects, but..." His eyes fell on the bouquet of flowers for a long time, "I can't ask, it's really let People can't take it."
"This is a turnaround, right?"
…
Shen Zhirou sat cross-legged on the sofa and typed on the keyboard with a desperate expression.
This is the fifteenth time she has sent a photo to the National Beautiful Girl Contest, and she was swiped in the first round again.
She stared silently at the black-and-white mugshot hanging in the living room, very distressed, and didn't understand why the world couldn't appreciate her beauty.
It was at this time that the deadly beautiful and furious cat broke into her house again.
Almost silently, the cat had already begun to acquaint itself with the road, and its beautiful fluffy tail seemed to be in a good mood. It jumped down from the balcony gracefully, and its fur was so white that it was about to glow.
Holy crap, why did it come again.
She carefully observed each other, this time found something different.
It held a beautiful and fresh white flower branch in its mouth, looked up and saw Shen Zhirou who was observing it, it glanced lightly, and passed by as if it had not seen it.
"...You're really welcome."
Shen Zhirou was so angry that she lost her temper and couldn't help sighing, but she didn't believe in evil. She was already very dissatisfied when she didn't touch this cat before. This time, she didn't believe that she couldn't touch it without her brother's stopping her.
So she stopped the cat who was about to walk upstairs with a single stride.
The cat tilted her head, took a step back, and squatted elegantly to look at her. It was indeed very elegant, like a gentleman with excellent self-cultivation, which made her feel embarrassed to make the villain's smirk when the trick was about to succeed.
Shen Zhirou suddenly felt a little embarrassed, not sure if it was because the cat's eyes were too human.
She said softly, "I'll touch it, and I'll let you go."
The cat took a step back indifferently, it was really indifferent, Shen Zhirou could totally see the indifference in its eyes.
Shen Zhirou: "..."
Shen Zhirou was very unacceptable: "Can't you just let me touch it?"
"Hey, is Miaomiao here again?"
Shen Zhirou was stunned for a moment, Shen Zhifan was already at the entrance of the stairs on the second floor.
Before Shen Zhirou could complain about her small grievance, she saw the cat run past her with a swish, and then got into Shen Zhifan's arms again.
She was also very shameless, and she said "meow meow" twice, so cute that she could pinch the water.
This gentleman cat uncle was not an ordinary uncle in front of her, and now Shen Zhirou was stunned by how fast his face changed and the softness of his voice.
"Shen Zhirou, don't bully someone else's kitten." Shen Zhifan touched the cat a little distressed, and taught Shen Zhirou a lesson very rudely.
Shen Zhirou: "???"
Who bullies whom, make it clear, who bullies whom? ?
However, Shen Zhifan's thoughts were all on the cat, and he didn't have any time to listen to her explanation. Just like the last time, he left her with an extraordinarily indifferent back.
… She really wants to run away from home QAQ.
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Shen Zhifan was very happy that the cat of the male god's house had gone and returned, and Shen Zhifan felt that he had a legitimate reason to go to the General.
He licked the cat's paw for a while, very satisfied.
But the more troublesome thing is...
He looked at the cat lying on the bed, his round blue eyes were as clean as a sea, innocent and cute as if there was no trace of impurities.
"Miaomiao, I'm going to bed," he blushed slightly, "I'm going to undress, how about you go home."
Shen Zhifan had a hobby that he had since he was a child.
You can't sleep without sleeping naked.