Hearing Xiao Jinang's voice tomorrow, he unconsciously took two steps back. However, before he could open his mouth to let him in, a weak, high-pitched cry belonging to a kitten sounded in his ears: "Meow~"
It seemed strangely out of place in the silent corridor.
Ming Zhou tilted his head slightly. Unexpectedly, Xiao Jinang actually brought a cat in, and asked tentatively: "Did you hug a cat?"
Xiao Jinang had been standing obediently at the door. When he heard Ming Zhou's words, he lifted the cat in his arms slightly, as if to make it easier for Ming Zhou to "see" clearly: "Yes, but it is so thin and one of its eyes is injured." Out of sight."
The last two sentences are more like he was mumbling to himself.
And the thin kitten was huddled in Xiao Jinang's coat, so thin that it seemed like there was only a skeleton left, and it was powerless to resist.
Ming Tian heard him say that the cat couldn't be seen, and the fingertips holding the door handle tightened unconsciously for a moment, then slowly relaxed, and pressed the light switch in the room: "It should be a stray cat on the roadside, you come in first Well, let me see if there’s anything it can eat in the refrigerator.”
Xiao Jinang did not go in immediately, but asked cautiously: "Do you like cats?"
If he doesn't like it tomorrow, he won't go in. Just a little cat food will be fine.
Ming Zhou stood behind the door, turned slightly to make way for Xiao Jinang to come in, and did not answer directly: "I have never raised a cat."
So I can’t say whether I like it or not.
After all, how can someone who has difficulty taking care of himself take care of anything else
Hearing this, Xiao Jinang felt a little embarrassed and carried the cat into the house. Out of instinct, he took a look at the environment inside, and found that there was nothing in Mingtian's home except necessary daily necessities. It was like an empty room with only furniture and no atmosphere of life.
Of course, it is much stronger than Xiao Jinang's energy ball.
Xiao Jinang wrapped the cat in his arms with a coat, then bent down and put it on the ground: "Doctor Ming, don't you have to go to work today?"
I'm looking for something to feed the cat tomorrow. He rarely goes out, so he is used to stocking up a lot of ingredients in the refrigerator. After some exploration, he finally found a small plate and poured some minced meat into it to wait for defrosting: "I don't have a shift today, and you, it's the weekend. , don’t you rest?”
Xiao Jinang was stunned when he heard this: "Can I have a rest on the weekend?"
Why didn't the boss tell him? !
Mingzhou always felt that Xiao Jinang was extremely naive, and such people were easily deceived in society. For example, he still couldn't figure out why the other party worked in a company that was destined to go bankrupt. Hearing this, he couldn't help but be startled: "Your boss didn't give you any money." Are you on vacation?”
Xiao Jinang slowly scratched his head: "Okay... It seems not..."
It wasn't written in the contract, and the boss didn't tell him.
Ming Zhou stood up from the refrigerator, then slowly walked to Xiao Jinang based on his voice, handed him the plate with minced meat in his hand, and gestured to feed it to the cat: "Have you ever thought about quitting your job and changing your job? "
Although I don't know the specific content of Xiao Jinang's work tomorrow, it seems that no matter which direction I look at it, the prospects are not good.
Xiao Jinang put the plate gently on the ground. Without feeding it, the weak kitten spontaneously found the smell and began to eat. At the same time, he lowered his head in embarrassment and whispered: "But I don't know what I can do." What."
Shen Liang asked him to be a duck, Tang Yan asked him to write novels, Chen Xiao asked him to sell his body, and Chu Xinian asked him to work in a funeral parlor, but Xiao Jinang felt that none of those jobs were suitable for him.
Remember, as a blind person whose social circle is almost closed, I don’t know what kind of help I should give Xiao Jinang at this time. He sat down gently on the sofa, his white shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing a thin and bony forearm. He wore a silver watch on his wrist, and the hands ticked, silently showing the passage of time.
The room fell silent for a moment, and the only sound that could be heard was the cat eating.
Tomorrow invites others into his private territory for the first time, and the silence reveals that he is at a loss.
Xiao Jinang was quite at ease, squatting on the ground and watching the cat eat with concentration. He thought the cat was ugly at first, but looking at its fluffy ears and pink tongue, he suddenly thought it was quite cute.
He said: "Dr. Ming, this cat looks like you."
Ming Ming couldn't see what the cat looked like, but that didn't stop him from thinking that all cats in the world looked the same, so they shouldn't have anything to do with humans. Hearing this, he tilted his head slightly and turned to where Xiao Jinang was, confused. Voice: "Like me?"
Ming Zhou twitched the corners of his lips: "Can't you see like me?"
"No," Xiao Jinang reached out and touched the tip of the cat's ears, "As cute as you~"
At this time, he was not quite able to distinguish where the words of praise in the human world should be used. He only knew that "cute" was a complimentary word and a word of praise.
Ming Zhou was stunned when he heard this, almost suspecting that he heard wrongly, and asked slowly: "What?"
Xiao Jinang looked down at the little kitten. Its naturally curly hair reflected the light under the light. It was as fluffy as the cat. He repeated again: "This kitten is as cute as you~"
Ming Zhou's appearance tends to be mature and elegant. If you look closely, there is a pale and broken feeling. It seems that no matter how you look at it, the word "cute" cannot be associated with it. When he heard Xiao Jinang say these words, his fingertips tightened unconsciously. He was a little surprised and at a loss, but after a while, he regained his composure.
"I… "
Ming Zhou paused before saying, "I don't know what I look like."
Xiao Jinang was originally staring at the cat, but when he heard this, he turned his head and looked at Ming Tian. He slowly approached the other person and carefully observed the face. His bright black eyes clearly reflected Ming Zhou's handsome facial features. He tried hard to describe to the other person: "You look... particularly good-looking, and you look like a good person..."
When Ming Zhou heard his lame adjectives, he couldn't help but laugh: "What about you? Do you look like a good person?"
Xiao Jinang thought to himself why he wanted to look like a good person. He wanted to look like a diamond, the shiny kind. But when he heard what Ming Zhou said, he still squatted in front of the other party, took his hand and put it on his face: "You touch it, you will know after you touch it. Anyway, I am not a bad person."
Mingzhou didn't expect Xiao Jinang's action, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand. However, the other party was determined and directly put his hand on his face, and shyly whispered: "Actually, I am also very good-looking~"
He is the most beautiful and shining one among the bunch of little diamonds!
Tomorrow, I can probably guess that Xiao Jinang's appearance is not bad, because when the other party came to the psychological consultation room that day, he heard the receptionists whispering gossip together, saying that Xiao Jinang was young and so handsome, how could he be depressed?
But handsome is just a vague adjective, and I still don't know what Xiao Jinang looks like tomorrow. He felt the warm and delicate skin under his palm, hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't restrain his curiosity. He began to tentatively touch Xiao Jinang's face, and then slowly moved down.
This is a rather young face, with a high nose bridge, long eyelashes, and cheeks that are soft to the touch and not very sharp, with a kind of handsome face.
When Ming Zhou touched Xiao Jin'ang's lips, he could feel the smiling expression on the other person's face. There was a small pit next to his cheek, like a dimple. He couldn't help but poke it gently. It felt good: "You seem to have dimple?"
Xiao Jinang pecked at the rice and nodded: "Yes, yes, but there is only one."
Tomorrow, I felt like I was petting a big dog. His slender fingertips unconsciously rubbed Xiao Jinang's delicate cheek, and when he took it back, he was reluctant to leave. The cold light above his head poured down, casting a halo on his shoulders: "Well..."
Ming Zhou seemed to be coaxing a child and whispered: "You look very good-looking."
He finally had an accurate measurement of Xiao Jinang's face in his mind. Compared with this blurry world, it was clearer and more profound.
Xiao Jinang likes to hear others praise him most. If he had a tail behind him now, he would be so happy that he would raise his head and ask in disbelief: "Really? Really?"
Ming Zhou smiled lightly, and gained a deeper understanding of Xiao Jinang's innocence: "Well, it's true."
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a sudden furry touch on his neck, as if he was nudged by a small animal. Then Xiao Jinang's happy voice sounded in his ears: "Doctor Ming, you are so kind~"
Unlike those hosts who always hurt him.
When Xiao Jinang was still a diamond, he liked to rub against his host. Now that he is a human, he still hasn't gotten rid of this bad habit. When he was happy, he went over to rub Mingri's shoulder. This was the first human to praise him for his good looks. ~
The itchy feeling on the neck is so obvious, yet very soft. When Ming Zhou noticed what Xiao Jinang was doing, he couldn't help but stiffen for a moment. He was extremely surprised. He wanted to avoid it, but he didn't know how to avoid it. He pressed Xiao Jinang's shoulder at a loss and tilted his head with red ears: "Don't... don't be like this..."
His face was so red it looked like he could bleed.
Xiao Jinang doesn't quite understand what "don't be like this" means. After all, in the diamond world, it is very common to be careless. He noticed Ming Zhou's reddish face, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and then reached out to hold Ming Zhou's hot face. He was a little worried about whether Ming Zhou had a fever. He frowned and asked seriously: "Doctor Ming, are you sick?" ?”
Xiao Jinang, who was already tall and tall, was half-kneeling on the sofa. He felt so oppressive that he actually looked a little pitiful. Because of the leaning position, when he lowered his head, he almost touched the tip of his nose. The spray of his breath aroused a sensitive itching sensation, starting from the tailbone and spreading all over the body.
If you can't see in the morning, your other senses will be more sensitive, amplified countless times in the dark. He only felt that the sofa beside him sank slightly, and then his dark vision dimmed another degree, as if someone was looking down at him condescendingly, casting a shadow above his head, and a strange aura quietly enveloped him in it.
At that moment, my heartbeat was so crazy that it seemed to jump to my throat.
Mingtian closed his eyes and tilted his head, moved his lips with difficulty, and finally uttered a few incoherent words: "No..."
He said: "I'm not sick..."
His tone was a bit pale and feeble. On the contrary, the temperature on his face became increasingly hot and red, as if he could bleed.
Xiao Jinang was still a little worried: "Are you really not sick?"