Unlucky black cat

That night, He Wen and Jiang Sheng played crazy.

There is no alcohol and music that young people like, and there is no excess passion and enthusiasm. There is nothing that can even stimulate people's emotions.

They were just like two children, chasing and fighting around, and finally fell down together on the grass exhausted.

The evening breeze was extremely cool at night. On such a sultry summer day, after sweating and the wind blowing for a while, it seems that you can forget all your worries.

It is a kind of comfort that can penetrate into the muscles.

He Wen blew the wind and felt the skin on his neck being stinged by the grass blades. He suddenly realized that he had not experienced this feeling for a long time.

This feeling of breathing gradually calming down and sweat gradually evaporating.

The reason was probably that it had been a long time since he had collapsed from sweating and exhaustion like this.

The reason why he used to enjoy sports.

Perhaps it's because he likes to collapse after exhaustion and then let his body run on its own.

So as to feel the beating of the heart in the chest, the flow of blood in the arteries, and the rising residual warmth at the neckline.

There were no pedestrians nearby, and when the city was deserted at night, even the sky was inevitably lonely.

The moon disappeared without a trace, leaving only one star shining alone, looking a little at a loss.

Huh, I've been with you for so long, and I haven't finished my work yet.

Sighing helplessly, He Wen suddenly picked up the black cat from the ground, placed it on his chest, and put a hand on the other person's back.

Thanks, though, I'm relaxed a lot.

Meow... Jiang Sheng was also a little tired, so he just lay on the young man's chest, drooping his beard.

This time, it was its turn to feel the heartbeat of the young man.

The heartbeat was a little fast and a little restless.

A little hasty and a little confused.

It's hard to explain why my heartbeat is so blank. However, it should be the same as the young man's expression now. Empty, I don’t know what I’m thinking about.

so tired.

He Wen suddenly said something carelessly.

Every day, I worry that what I write is not good enough, that the plot is boring, and that the words are mechanical.

As he spoke, the young man stroked Jiang Sheng's hair with his hand.

Little guy, do you think it really makes sense for me to continue writing like this?

I think it's time to give up.

Meow. Jiang Sheng didn't understand what He Wen was talking about, and didn't know how to answer.

So it just barked and then continued to wag its tail.

The street lights on the street were slightly dim, dotted on the edge of the grass, and scattered in silence.

But when people stare at the past, they feel dazzling.

Just like at this moment, He Wen didn't dare to look sideways.

There is no doubt that compared to the dazzling light, the deep night sky makes him feel more at ease.

He is always like this, he likes to hide when he is scared.

If you have a mediocre appearance, you will avoid asking others to take a closer look.

I am not good at words, so I try to record my thoughts in words.

Tired of socializing, he cut off many contacts with the outside world.

But deep down in He Wen's heart, there is actually one thing that he can always be proud of.

That's why he still hasn't completely compromised. He has always worked hard to live his life the way he chose.

Even though countless people have advised him to be confident, integrate into society, and get used to communication.

But he stubbornly chose to stay in the corner, where no one else could see him. Think alone, imagine alone, record alone, and tell alone.

He spent almost all his time alone.

In junior high school, high school, and college, he was always immersed in writing some incomprehensible things under the strange gaze of others.

Unlike all those who enjoy their youth, although they live in seclusion, they still enjoy themselves.

Gradually, he began to have some considerable income, and even had a considerable amount of savings before graduation.

He seemed to be proving it to the people around him little by little.

Even if you can't learn how to be human, even if you stumble when speaking, even if you escape the grinding of society and live quietly, you can still live with peace of mind.

Then, he broke his arm in an accident, had two major surgeries, and lay in bed for a whole year.

Then, he developed obsessive-compulsive disorder, which led to a series of mental problems.

Life seems to have fallen into the deep sea. The present is cold and trapped, and the future is boundless and unknown.

Lately, he would always imagine himself sinking without warning. Sinking into a darkness where no light can be seen, unable to breathe, and not knowing what is underneath.

He just stared blankly at the fading lights and shadows above his head, and then allowed the fear in his heart to slowly grow.

He began to fear the current unstable life and began to imagine what else he could do besides writing.

He tried to start over but didn't know how.

Everything seems to be trapped in a vicious cycle.

Torturing him, questioning him, ridiculing him.

It made him involuntarily doubt himself, deny himself, and despise himself.

So, He Wen thought of giving up...

If I start from now on and become a person who meets the needs of society, it should be too late.

Meow.

But the next moment.

Jiang Sheng used his paw to give the young man a firm pat on the face.

The force wasn't heavy, but it wasn't light either. At least it tilted the face a little.

you……

He Wen stared blankly at the black cat, wondering for a moment whether it was an unintentional move or whether it was intentional.

In short, for the first time, he felt that someone was stopping him from walking towards the direction where the crowd was gathering.

He even pulled him back a little.

You also think I shouldn't give up, right?

Suddenly, He Wen lowered his head and asked the black cat eagerly and happily.

Unfortunately, this time, Jiang Sheng did not intend to pay attention to him. So she just curled up in his arms, closed her eyes and dozed off.

But that's enough, isn't it?

The smile on the young man's face no longer faded, but became more cheerful.

Finally, he held the black cat. And amidst the other party's screams, he raised it into the air.

At night, the evening breeze on the grass may be cooler again.

…

Wait until He Wen returns home with Jiang Sheng.

He rarely closed the computer, washed up early, and prepared to go to bed.

Before going to bed, Jiang Sheng used his paws to cover him with a corner of the quilt.

He Wen was not surprised or surprised. He just touched the black cat's head with his backhand.

Then Jiang Sheng gave him a vicious look.

Cut it, if you don’t touch it, don’t touch it, so why is it so bad?

He retracted his hands into the quilt slyly.

But at this moment, He Wen's anxious heart seemed particularly peaceful.