Chapter 9: Moonlight Forget-Me-Nots (2)

"Hello, and welcome back, Mr. Speech."

The familiar electronic female voice was very gentle, it was a voice that had been modulated by himself, neither slimy as a young girl nor cold and old-fashioned, it was about the right fit for a voice in his mind that he could confide in perfectly.

"Uh-huh."

Shuo Yan responded softly, it was his secret journal, kept in the form of a conversation.

He brewed the next cup of coffee, the flavor quickly and slowly overflowed, a kind of aroma that was on the bitter side, starting somewhere at the base of the tongue, usually accompanied by a little bit of numbness, but it came back extremely fragrant, so love and hate, as if that was its charm.

His mother, when she occasionally came over, always resented the bitter smell of the house, saying that it was rarely popular, which made it seem even less desirable for people to set foot in it.

But perhaps it is just what he wants, he already has a strong sense of territory, strong to the point of paranoia, and paranoia is not only in these places, in some ways, too much repression of the self from childhood to produce a certain distortion of his character, he has a nearly harsh requirements for themselves, of course, he also accomplished a very good, but only in the occasional course of course, he will also be feeling very out of breath. .

At one point in his teenage years he was mildly depressed and self-destructive, but fortunately his strong self-control kept his spirit taut to just the right balance, and he told himself then that he had to wait until he got everything he wanted before he died, or else it would be too much of a loss.

Unfortunately as an adult he finally started to try to manage sorting out such extreme emotions, so it didn't end up being self-destructive, but all in all that's a good thing.

One way to do this is to keep a diary, which he doesn't record every day, just certain special moments.

"It's a nice day," he greeted the electronic female voice as if he were reuniting with an old friend on a winter's night, trailing off with a note of pleasure, "It's a shame you can't get out and enjoy it."

"Oh," the electronic female voice possessed a certain intelligence, "I thought it might be that you were in a good mood."

Shuo Yan smiled softly, not much of an arc actually, but it was already a sign that he was in a very happy mood.

He pulled out the bouquet he had just purchased, it wasn't very big, just big enough for him to hold in his arms.

A fresh bouquet of moonlit forget-me-nots with white flowers slumbering gently in front of turquoise leaves.

"Where was I, last time, talking about?"

"Hello, the last entry was made eight days ago," the electronic female voice repeated the last sentence of the previous diary entry, "and you ended with this entry 'I have a premonition that I will quarrel with him, which distresses me very much, and yet I am thankful that I have at least a chance to quarrel with him '."

Mr. Speech, who had been listening to his last diary entry, felt a bit of shame, but electronic female voices were only electronic after all, so he quickly snapped back to his senses.

"Yes, it sounds very sad," Shuo Yan gave a self-deprecating chuckle, one finger stroking the soft petals, his fingers feeling brocade-like and silky, "but now it's taken a turn for the worse, and it couldn't be better."

The electronic female voice didn't reply this time; she was just the perfect person to confide in if the other woman hadn't mentioned her.

"This kind of flower is called Moonlight Forget-Me-Not," he didn't open the door, he just stroked the petals as if recalling something, "When I first saw this flower, it was embraced by my mother, who shed tears while holding it. This mutated white forget-me-not is very special, like moonlight shining down, to have such a name."

"And because something like the white moonlight is always a metaphor for not being able to get it, its flower language is - the love that you can't get after a lifetime of seeking it."

He raised an eyebrow at that, looking down and taking a sip of his coffee, a hint of frustration that could be seen at a glance always surfacing in his eyes.

"But I haven't seen her buy this bouquet of flowers since Yan Zhengde married her off, as if she'd forgotten about that self-hating self back then, but of course there's nothing wrong with that, a long-cherished wish raised eyebrow, it's the biggest turnaround in her life, and it's to be congratulated."

His voice was a little sharp, with a hint of sarcasm.

"I just didn't realize that fate seems to reincarnate as it were," he smiled to himself again, "and until I met him, I never thought that someday I'd be holding this flower and feeling sorry for myself as she did."

"That might be good." The electronic female voice will give a certain reaction after hearing some key words.

"Also, in a way it's a form of self-mastery, I guess," he mused, "after all, I've never had this mindset of begging for more than I can get before him, and oh to think that a week ago, how about yesterday, it was all awful."

"Everything will be fine." The electronic female voice replied gently and emotionlessly.

He paused at the words, unable to keep the corners of his mouth from rising higher and higher.

"I always feel like a burglar now, and it may not be honorable tactics, or even immoral in some ways, but ......" his gaze fell longingly on the bouquet of flowers, "begging for it is just too much to unbearable."

"It's a turnaround right?"

......

Zhirou Shen sat cross-legged on the sofa and played the keyboard, looking very desperate.

This is the fifteenth time she's sent a photo to the National Beauty Contest, and again, she's been brushed off in the first round.

She stared in silence at the black and white mugshot hanging over her living room, very distressed, wondering why the world couldn't appreciate her beauty.

That beautiful as hell and exasperating as hell cat was the one that broke into her house again around this time.

Almost silently, the cat had begun to make light of the situation, and its large, beautifully fluffy tail seemed to be curling up rather moodily as it jumped gracefully off the balcony, its fur so snow-white it was on the verge of glowing.

Crap, it it it why is it here again.

She watched her opponent cautiously, noticing something a little different this time.

In its mouth was a beautiful fresh white flower branch, looked up and also saw Zhirou Shen observing it, it lightly glanced at it, as if it did not see it swept away.

"...... You're kinda rude."

Zhirou Shen was so angry that she lost her temper, she couldn't help but sigh, but she didn't believe in evil, she was already very unconvinced when she didn't get to touch this cat before, and this time she didn't believe that she wouldn't be able to touch it without her brother's obstruction.

So with one swift step she stopped the cat who was about to stride up the stairs.

The cat cocked its head and took a step back, sitting in an elegant crouch to look at her, very elegant indeed, like a gentleman with excellent self-cultivation, making her want to be embarrassed to let out one of those villainous smiles when a treacherous scheme is about to succeed.

Zhirou Shen is suddenly a little embarrassed, I don't know if it's because the cat's eyes are just too humane.

She whispered, "I'll just touch it and I'll let you pass."

The cat indifferently took a step back, really very indifferently, Zhirou Shen could totally see the cold dislike in its eyes.

Zhirou Shen : "......"

Zhirou Shen couldn't accept it: "Can't you just let me touch it?"

"Hey, is Meow Meow here again."

Zhirou Shen froze, Zhifan Shen is already on the second floor stairway.

Before Zhirou Shen could complain about her little grievance, she saw the cat whoosh past her and three times into Zhifan Shen's arms again.

And especially shameless, especially soft and cute "meow" twice, so cute that you can pinch out water.

This gentleman cat moncler outlet online is not the usual moncler outlet online in front of her, and now the quickness of the change of face and the softness of that voice look Zhirou Shen dumbfounded.

" Zhirou Shen , you don't bully others a little cat ah ." Zhifan Shen was a bit distressed and petted the cat, lecturing Zhirou Shen very nonchalantly .

Zhirou Shen: "????"

Who's bullying who? Speak up. Who's bullying who?

However, Zhifan Shen was too preoccupied with the cat to listen to her explanations, and like the last time, he left her with a cold and indifferent back.

...... She wanted to run away from home so much QAQ.

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Zhifan Shen is happy that the cat of the god's family has returned, and he feels that he has a legitimate reason to go to the general again.

He jerked the cat's paw for a while longer, very content.

But the more troubling point of the moment is ......

He looked at the cat sprawled on the bed, his round, penetrating blue eyes so clean they looked like an ocean, so innocent and lovely that it seemed as if there wasn't an ounce of impurity in them.

"Meow, I'm going to bed," he blushed slightly, "I'm going to get undressed, will you go home."

Zhifan Shen has a fetish. He's had it since he was a kid.

Can't sleep without sleeping naked.