People in Tokyo, the world is clear

Besides, even if he wanted to have fun, there was really nothing these days that could match Lin Sen’s more modern interests and hobbies.

"No wonder young people like Qingshan these days are so obsessed with love and dreams. Honestly, there's nothing else to do."

I sighed and got up.

The weather in mid-April is a little wetter than before.

During this time of year, there is an uncomfortable dampness in the house. The sticky and uncomfortable feeling soaks the quilt and shirt, and a lot of water is lost every night while sleeping.

He picked up the water jug ​​under the bed, unscrewed the lid and took a couple of sips to restore his strength and energy.

"Spring is still tough. If I choose a thin quilt, my hands and feet will feel cold at night, but if I choose a thicker one, I'll feel too hot."

"The reason for nightmares is probably that sleeping is uncomfortable and I can't fall into deep sleep."

My head is dizzy, and only by using the maxed-out stretching skill can I relieve some of the bad feeling.

I fried an egg, mixed it with the leftover tomatoes from last night and some cheap bread on sale at the supermarket to make a bachelor's breakfast.

"Meow~"

"Oh, and you."

I almost forgot about the other foodie who had been waiting in the corner for a long time.

As soon as I added cat food into the bowl, Orange Juice, who seemed to have grown a little bigger than a few days ago, wanted to squeeze its legs open and get in front of me.

He lowered his head and chewed the food vigorously.

During the day today, Lin Sen does not plan to go out to do odd jobs. He plans to organize the outline of his subsequent creations at home.

Just like the first few days of this week.

Writing seven to eight thousand words a day really drains my inspiration. Even the plots I had saved up feel a bit insufficient.

After all, the prototype of the heroine this time is Xiao Xiguo, who goes out early and comes back late. The time and frequency of meeting her on weekdays are quite limited, so naturally there are not many scenes together.

"I have to find some more material. Is there any way to interact more with this kid?"

I spent more than ten minutes holding my hair and spinning a pen but still couldn't find a clue.

"Boom."

Instead, there was a knock on the door.

When I opened the door, I was greeted by the same face, as expected, but this time, the expression seemed a bit more demanding.

"Senior, you don't go out in the morning lately?"

It's hard to explain why. If Ito finds out I'm using people as material to write about and secretly make money, it's going to be hard to explain.

"I'm a little tired recently, so I'll just stay at home for a few days."

Ms. Ito narrowed her eyes.

The eyes hidden under the beautiful slightly curled eyelashes revealed a dangerous and scrutinizing look.

"So, Senior, you're not really going to be infected by Rina, are you? The night before yesterday, when we were going home, I saw her pulling Senior aside and whispering something. Did she make a vow that we wouldn't be born on the same month and year, but would be together every day?"

"That's too much. Kurosawa and I don't have a close relationship like you do. He even stutters when talking to me."

"But it seems like Rina is afraid of me."

Of course she was scared. Every time she chatted with the big wild dog that opened the door and showed its head, the girl would observe the environment inside the other person's room.

When encountering someone I don't like, I always try to squeeze in kindly, helping to tidy up the mess while gently reminding the other person to pay attention to personal cleanliness.

When someone is being treated so badly that he can only make some alien noises like "Wow Wow" and bow his head in apology, he feels like a stupid kid being manipulated by his mother.

It was even more shameful when there was Lin Sen, a spectator who was not afraid of trouble and aggravated the severity of the public execution.

It reminds me of my previous life when I was in college. When my roommate's mother squeezed in to make the bed, chatted and reminded everyone to pay attention to her children, my roommate's face turned red and his heart was beating fast.

It’s so fun.

It was from this incident that I discovered that Ms. Ito had a certain nagging nature towards those she knew. Her gentle words could sometimes hit people in the back of their minds, making them feel embarrassed and ashamed.

[The little angels are benevolent, but they also often provide strict guidance to all living beings.]

It always makes people think of her as a prank.

Perhaps it is because this girl who came from the countryside has some of the rustic air of grass ears.

I was secretly complaining in my heart, but the incident just mentioned aroused some forgotten memories.

Lin Sen turned around and took something out of the house.

"The last time we talked was about the thank you gift for helping her with the housework. You know Kurosawa, and she really didn't dare to face you, Ito, who helped her so much, so she asked me, a more distant middleman, to pass it on."

As he spoke, he held out a piece of drawing paper with lead on one side in his hands.

Finally, the girl who had diverted attention returned to her silly and cute look.

"This is so beautiful."

The picture shows a lifelike sketch.

Full-body portrait.

Comic style.

In the painting, the girl is bending over with a smile on her face. She reaches out to hug the Scottish Fold cat, helps lift one of its paws with her right hand, and happily looks at the camera with the confused cat.

The nose is omitted and the jawline is simplified. A more striking feature is the exaggerated enlargement of the bright eyes, which take up more of the face. The pupils are even depicted in a modern template, similar to Fat Tiger's back.

It is a very advanced but unusual painting method at present.

I just wonder if in this era when the mainstream comic style is more realistic, it will encounter the same tragedy as Vincent's post-impressionism.

However, regardless of everything else, one thing is certain.

Nine five zero one eight zero nine zero nine

Ito Xiguo's face suddenly became bright and beautiful with a smile, telling Lin Sen that she liked this painting very much.

"So beautiful! Kurosawa is really good at drawing."

Lin Sen did not reply, but took the opportunity to turn his head and glance at the slight crack in the door on the side.

The moment it realized it was exposed, the gap closed quickly like a wave of water.

"boom."

Accompanied by a slight collision sound.

A playful expression appeared on the young man's face.

He composed himself again and looked at the girl who was still unaware of the scene with her lips curled up.

"Yes. She would probably be very happy to hear you praising her like that, Ito."

Chapter 52: The Cat Breeding Master Has Something to Say

After the interlude, let’s get back to the main topic.

The girl who was rushing to work shared her troubles as an explanation for the reason for knocking on the door.

"Milk tea doesn't seem to be in good condition recently."

She picked up the little folded-eared cat that was sleeping on her shoes with a cat-like gait, looking distressed.

"The cat food has been in the bowl for several days, but the little guy doesn't eat much and won't drink water. I'm worried he's sick."

Ms. Ito's explanation is very worrying.

Sadly, this doesn't seem to be the case.

"Meow~"

The Scottish Fold cat, which was held in the air with its waist around its neck, yawned leisurely, showing no sign of being sick. Instead, it raised its paw to rub its eyes and greeted Lin Sen again.

"Maybe you don't have a big appetite."

The girl, who had never kept a cat, looked away hesitantly and guiltily.

"That's impossible. When I gave it snacks, it was clearly eating them happily."

This sentence allowed Lin Sen to grasp the key point.

“How much do you feed each day?”

"One liquid stick in the morning, and another at night. Also, there's a biscuit-shaped pill to help with hair loss, one a night."

The description made someone cover his forehead with his hands.

"So is it possible that if you feed your cat treats as meals, it will naturally be unwilling to chew cat food?"

The girl blinked.

There was a moment of careful consideration on his face,

"I've considered this as well. But every time I try not to feed him snacks, Milk Tea doesn't eat the cat food. Instead, he rubs against me."

"So you finally gave in to it?"

"Yes."

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Lin Sen suddenly felt as if he was meeting a mother who doted on her child.

After a brief silence, he asked the following question.

"So, Ito thinks that Milk Tea is sick?"

"Yeah. I really don't have time to take him to see a doctor. Can you lend a hand, senior? I'll treat you to a good meal then."

The girl nodded, and the soft hair that caressed her cheeks seemed slightly longer than when they first met.

She blinked and looked over expectantly.

Someone sighed on the spot.

"Forget about eating or anything. Just give it to me."

I reached out and took the lazy little fellow, watching him stare at me with his cat pupils wide open.

Regardless of anything else, it is certain that this guy has a disease.

Diseases of affluence caused by cultivation.

Finally, I couldn't help but complain:

"So you've spoiled your child too much, Ito."

He boasted and pointed at the little orange cat that had curled up into a ball behind him.

"Look at my cat. I don't have to worry about anything. It just eats and sleeps all day long. How can it have so many problems?"

Unexpectedly, it caused resentment.

Ms. Ito put her hands on her hips in a serious manner, half pouting, as if she was dissatisfied with someone's cat-raising logic for a long time:

"Senior, this is irresponsible to children. Last time, I heard Orange Juice meowing with hunger through the wall, but Senior ignored me completely. What if he gets hungry?"

"Ginger cats are like this. They will eat as much as you dare to feed them. They don't know the difference between hunger and fullness. Controlling their diet is the right solution."

"Senior is just making excuses for not being able to take care of me!"

"You've gotten too used to it."

"Senior is cruel!"

"You are spoiling me."

"Senior, you idiot, you're so stubborn!"

"Bounce back."

"The rebound is invalid!"

The two half-baked cat owners argued with the elementary school student about their cat philosophy for almost ten minutes.

Until the warmer light penetrated the glass, illuminated the ground, and occupied the comfortable sleeping space of a certain orange cat, forcing the little guy to yawn and get up, slowly moving to a cooler place to lie down again.

So the homebody defeated the office worker who was rushing to work.