Orange cats can also attack deaf and beautiful men

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    Chen Miansheng allowed the little orange cat to eat on the square table, and when he raised his eyes, he could see that the little orange cat froze after eating two bites.

    He took the other end of the bamboo chopsticks and gently tapped the bowl in front of the little orange cat, with a warm voice: "Quickly eat, it won't taste good when it's cold." Although it's not delicious at this time, it won't go anywhere.

    Fei Yan recovered, her wet eyes blinked twice, and she slowly rolled her tongue into her abdomen.

    After eating, one person and one cat are idle at home and have nothing to do.

    Feiyan lay on the stone steps lazily basking in the sun for a while, then went back to the study to look for Chen Miansheng when he had enough exposure, and stumbled into his arms to continue to sleep.

    Chen Miansheng lowered his eyes, the kitten is getting rounder with his feeding, even if it is lying on his lap like this, the pressure and weight still cannot be ignored.

    He recalled a little bit of the little orange cat's daily activities, eating when he woke up, eating and sleeping, and eating again when he was awake, he thought about whether to take the little orange cat out for a sports meeting if he moved.

    But the little orange cat slept too well in his arms, and the little ball of her body was undulating regularly, and she could vaguely see the pink tongue hidden in her mouth. If he is not deaf, he can’t say for sure. I can still hear the slight snoring in her throat.

    This is how the kitten can trust him no more.

    Chen Miansheng couldn't bear to wake up such a little orange cat, he only sighed inaudibly, shook his head somewhat helplessly, and then returned his attention to the rice paper spread on the tabletop.

    When he saw clearly what he unconsciously drew on the paper, he was taken aback.

    At the corner of the rice paper, a small cat's head was drawn there.

    ——Almost exactly the same as his kitten.

    Feiyan slept directly until dark. Chen Miansheng had lit up the candles all over the house. She slowly opened her eyes, habitually shaved her face with a mat, and unconsciously meowed twice.

    The scent of meat drifted into her nose, and Fei Yan's spirit came in an instant, and her tail stood up and jumped down.

    Chen Miansheng specially brought food to the study room. At this moment, he was holding his head and reading the scriptures. Xu Ye noticed the sight of the little orange cat. His eyes fell on the little orange cat, as if he knew the little cat. As if thinking about something, she whispered: "I've eaten."

    Feiyan then immersed herself in eating and eating. After resolving the food in two rounds, she fumbled and wanted to lean in the direction of the back room.

    Chen Miansheng raised her eyebrows, quickly grabbed her by the back of her neck and brought her back, knuckles curled slightly, and lightly tapped on the top of her forehead: "Sleeping again?"

    Fei Yan rushed at him dissatisfied. Flicking his paw, the milk screamed fiercely.

    She doesn't have a TV, mobile phone or computer, nor can she read the scriptures every day like Chen Miansheng. What else can she do besides sleeping?

    However, Chen Miansheng said: "It's time to endure this year."

    Fei Yan was slightly stunned when she heard that, and it took two seconds for her to react, wondering how she had forgotten this custom.

    Staying in the new year, that is, keeping up with the new year, is the custom on New Year’s Eve. Saying goodbye to the old year, welcoming the new year, and looking forward to the coming year.

    Feiyan reluctantly took away her sleepy thoughts and regained her energy, with her big hairy tail crouched around her body, and she squatted across from Chen Miansheng.

    The flaming candlelight shone on Chen Miansheng's face, making his appearance extremely clear.

    Somehow, under such an atmosphere, Fei Yan couldn't help but think of the refugees he had seen in the ruined temple.

    Those who are prosperous and homeless.

    She suddenly realized that maybe New Year's Eve does not have to be hustle and bustle, nor does it necessarily have to be surrounded by friends and relatives.

    Sometimes there is a person like that sitting in front of him, and it would be great if two people can accompany each other.

    Time passed by, and the moon hung high.

    Chen Miansheng, who was opposite her, closed his eyes, tapped the tabletop, counting the time.

    There is no tool for counting seconds in this era, and Chen Miansheng can only barely figure out a few.

    "Ten seconds left."

    "Nine."

    "Eight." In the

    next second, he was slightly startled, and his eyebrows were lightly raised. Suddenly the kitten rushed to his shoulders, and his furry head leaned toward his ears.

    He didn't move, and continued to count.

    "...Six."

    "five."

    Feiyan wakes up thirteen: "I want to switch to the human language mode."

    [Good host, successfully switched. ]

    "Four."

    "Three."

    Fei Yan cleared

    her throat: "Cough." It belongs to her alone, the little girl's soft voice.

    "Two."

    "One."

    Coincidentally, Zizheng's bell rang at this moment, and the sound came from far away.

    Feiyan's hairy little head was pressed against Chen Miansheng's ears. If this posture was seen by others, he wouldn't know how intimacy he felt.

    Fei Yan didn't realize it, she licked her lips and opened her mouth gently.

    "Chen Miansheng, happy new year."

    Since Chen Miansheng has said, how well the day goes on New Year's Eve can represent the good or bad fortune of the next year.

    At the end of New Year's Eve, she and Chen Miansheng spent a whole day together.

    Please, please, in the next year, please also let her and Chen Miansheng stay together.