In the bathroom, water vapor rises, covering Song Shushu's delicate eyebrows. Sometimes she will be a little dazed when she accidentally sees herself in the mirror.
Standing in front of the mirror, looking at the hazy figure in the mirror. She stretched out her hand and slowly wiped away the mist from the eyebrows of the person in the mirror.
It does look quite similar.
Smiling with unknown meaning, he looked at the eyebrows and eyes that had become clear for a moment and were once again covered by the mist.
I put on my pajamas and as soon as I opened the bathroom door, I was trembling slightly from the air conditioning.
In desperation, I could only rub my arms, walk quickly to the sofa, pick up a blanket and wrap it around myself. As expected, I found a few strands of cat hair on the blanket.
She remembers that there were pet grooming combs among the pile of things Fu Yunyun sent?
Now that she had the tools, to be on the safe side, she checked out several grooming tutorials from pet bloggers online, and after practicing them twice in her mind, all that was left was the actual practice.
Everything is ready, all we need is a strong force.
After searching around the living room for a few times, I found that Song Dameng's rice bowl was still the same as before, but Song Dameng was not around either.
"It's over, I won't treat my child for autism."
"Mimi?"
"Baby?"
"Song Dameng?"
"Meng Meng?"
Seeing that she was about to call her an even more outrageous name, Ji Sui simply got off the kitchen cabinet.
"Why did you get up there? It's so dirty, look at your claws..."
Um...I forgot that Song Dameng is all black.
It’s not a big problem, I can still coax you.
"Come to sister."
Ji Sui didn't waver at all about the dried fish in her hand, but the way the woman in front of him was wearing a suspender skirt and a light gray blanket, sitting lazily on the ground, really made his face heat up.
In order to prevent her from doing something that would make him blush even more, he decided to just follow her words for the time being.
The tail behind the black cat was swaying, and the white tip of its tail danced swaggeringly, and it walked closer rather reservedly.
As he continued to approach, Song Shushu's heartbeat accelerated slightly and he slowly moved one hand away.
"Meow!"
"Got you!"
He was always careful not to look where he shouldn't, which led to him not noticing her little movements.
I was caught off guard and held in my arms. I struggled subconsciously, but was pinched by the back of my neck.
The back of a cat's neck is a magical switch. No matter how fierce a kitten is, it will be quiet for a while when it is picked up by its neck.
At the age of 30, he was picked up and looked into her eyes.
He looked at the woman in front of him in a daze. This seemed to be the first time he had seen her face so carefully.
Her wet hair was disheveled, and she had a lotus smile on her face. Thanks to the cat's good eyesight, she made eye contact with herself in her pupils.
Just before he could calm down, Song Shushu lifted him by the back of his neck and put him on his lap. He leaned over and hugged him.
For a moment, the sweet smell of pomegranate hit my face, and I felt my front paws touching a certain part, and I didn't dare to move.
Although Song Shushu was a little surprised by his surprising cooperation today, she still took the opportunity to grab one of his claws with quick eyes and hands.
"Don't move, sister. I'll give you a comb."
"If you comb your hair, we won't shed so much."
"Don't worry, sister will be very careful, just a little."
"Let's comb this claw first, and then...then this claw."
In the living room where only the floor lamp was turned on, there was only brisk chattering.
Maybe Song Shushu herself didn’t know that she had a hidden chatty quality, so she couldn’t help but keep talking to the kitten.
She blushed at the shouts from her self-proclaimed sister, and Ji Sui meowed out of embarrassment, "Hurry up and comb your hair, stop talking."
The meow of a five- to six-month-old kitten is still childish and has no deterrent effect. Song Shushu naturally regarded the soft meow as his coquettishness, which made him more interesting.
Although her combing skills were still stumbling, with a cooperative partner, Song Dameng's hair became smooth again.
Just when Song Shushu was trying to comb the hair on his belly, Ji Sui turned over in excitement.
Meow meow meow "Men and women cannot be intimate with each other! Not even with male cats."
Seeing that he really resisted, Song Shushu had no choice but to give up. He rubbed his fingertips regretfully. It is said that the belly of a kitten is the most rudimentary, but it was a pity that Song Dameng would not touch it.
She reluctantly combed his hair, and Ji Sui had already slumped comfortably on her lap. As expected, no cat could refuse this pleasant service, which was similar to a major health care service. She chuckled and gently scratched his chin with her fingers. p>
Seeing his appearance, Song Shushu tentatively moved his fingers down little by little...
"Meow meow meow!" Where is this?!
Ji Sui, who was drowsy after being rubbed, woke up as soon as he felt something was wrong with the intensity. Looking at her eagerness to try, he stretched out his paw to press her hand that was about to touch it down. p>
"Oh my, our little black claws have grown longer again."
Song Shushu diverted her attention in time and pinched his paw to observe carefully. Although her Song Dameng was completely black except for a little bit of white at the tip of his tail, his flesh pad was actually pink and tender. She had been wanting to pinch it for a long time.
Suddenly Ji Sui was stared at by a pair of bright eyes full of expectation "..."
He doesn't want to spoil this woman.
Just as he was about to get up and leave, Song Shushu pulled him back to where he was.
"Let me hold you for a while. You have been here for so many days, so you should be familiar with me. Come on, come on, Tie Tie~"
Ji Sui really wanted to resist, but after all, the strength of a kitten cannot match the strength of a person.
The water droplets at the end of her hair dripped on him as she moved. Watching the round and crystal water droplets rolling on the black hair, she accidentally stretched out her hand to crush the water droplets. The cat's hair was wetted by the water and turned into
Wisp by wisp.
Thinking back, I have never seen my cat licking its fur.
"Are you still licking my hair behind my back?"
Hearing this, Ji Sui's body stiffened. After all, he was not a real cat. Although he occasionally had the urge to lick his fur, he suppressed it forcefully. After all, he really couldn't imagine himself licking himself. But the real
Kittens always lick their fur from time to time.
Just when he was hesitating whether to perform a live licking to dispel her doubts, Song Shushu over there was already talking to himself, picking up his phone and looking for help outside the venue.
"What's wrong, baby Shu Shu." Fu Yunyun was applying a facial mask, and she spoke vaguely after receiving the call.
"My Song Dameng doesn't know how to lick his fur! He doesn't even lick his fur!"
"Hey, that's a big deal. Some kittens have been raised since they were young and don't have an older cat to teach them. They are usually clean and don't know how to lick their fur. Some kittens are just careless." "So Song Dameng is a sloppy little cat who doesn't like to be clean?"
Is it polite to say "????" when the age is over?
"But it doesn't like to use the cat litter box, and it still knows how to use it on the toilet."
"That's really strange. Did he have an owner before?"
"I don't know."
After Fu Yunyun repeatedly assured that this little thing was harmless, Song Shushu felt relieved. The two of them joked a few more words, without even mentioning the Internet turmoil.
They have been friends for many years, and Fu Yunyun knows that if things go to a very bad level, she will never be in the mood to care about trivial matters such as whether the kitten licks its fur or not.
"Did your family ask you to go back to attend the Ming family's banquet?" Fu Yunyun brought up another topic.
"Ming family?"
Although Song Shushu was born in the Song family, he was not familiar with people in the upper class circles. He was even more confused when he heard Fu Yunyun mention it, but he didn't care much. He had a lot of tricks to play with cats.
The atmosphere between one person and one cat is very harmonious, which can probably be said to be harmonious.
Both the person who petted the cat and the one who was petted felt very happy.
"The youngest daughter of the Ming family has returned from abroad. It is said that she is going to hold a welcome ceremony this time. It seems that she is going to interfere with the Ming family's industry." Seeing her, she still didn't expect it. Fu Yunyun helplessly added, "But you really don't agree with her.
Familiar, she can be regarded as our school girl, she looks a few years younger than us."
Song Shushu took this very lightly. Anyway, her good aunt would not let her attend such a banquet easily. She wished she could just disappear into the so-called upper class society.
It's a pity that God doesn't fulfill people's wishes.
"Do you have time the day after tomorrow? Let's go home in the evening and go to the Ming family's dinner together."
Not long after Fu Yunyun hung up the phone, Song Qingxiang called.
Looking at the word "father" that kept beating on the screen, Song Shushu squeezed the phone tightly with his fingers, gently put Ji Sui on the sofa, stood up and walked to the balcony, took two deep breaths and clicked answer.
.
There were no unnecessary pleasantries, and a tone similar to that of arranging subordinates came through the receiver. It seemed to be an inquiry, but in fact it was a conclusion.
"I won't go there, I'm a bit busy these two days."
Song Shushu spoke calmly and refused in an unchanging tone.
"How can you be so busy? You should have free time the night after tomorrow." After saying that, his tone softened a little, "Don't be too tired, pay attention to rest."
"I know, thank you dad, you should also go to bed early."
"Hmm."
After hanging up the phone, the smile that originally appeared on my face disappeared little by little.
Ding dong~
A text message for transferring funds pops up on the phone.
It was always like this, it seemed that every time Song Qingxiang called her to ask her to do something, she would be reminded of her daughter, and immediately after the phone call, she would make a transfer.
Expressionlessly, he skillfully transferred the money to the bank card marked "Laosong Pension".
The evening breeze of the summer night was slightly cool, and Song Shushu simply sat down on the rocking chair and let his mind go empty.
Stab, sting, an inexplicable sound came. Seeing that she didn't respond, the sound became louder and louder.
What sound?
Song Shushu got down from the rocking chair, regained consciousness and looked towards the source of the sound.
Song Dameng stood majestically behind the balcony door. When he saw her looking over, he stretched out his paw and patted the glass door twice more.
Bang bang bang!
Song Shushu felt that his little heart was beating loudly under this gaze.
Afraid that if she knocked any more, she would disturb the residents, she stretched out her hands and tightened the blanket, then turned around and entered the door.
Ji Sui followed her silently.
Thinking back to her expression on the balcony just now, I still feel heart palpitating.
The thin girl was wrapped in a big blanket. The evening breeze blew a corner of the blanket, and her half-dried hair was blown up by the wind. She was enveloped in loneliness, as if she would be gone with the wind in the next second.
After subconsciously knocking on the door, he realized what he had done. But after a moment, he found a new excuse for himself.
Go out to dry your hair while it’s still wet. Who will cook for him if he catches a cold?
Song Shushu didn't think much about it, she just felt that the kitten was clinging to her. She knelt down and gently touched his head, feeling that her massage service was quite good.
As a half-parent, I was extremely dissatisfied with Song Shushu's behavior of running around with wet hair. He imitated the cat's movements that he had seen in the previous video, straightened up slightly, and kept scratching her scattered hair with his two paws in the air.
Hair.
"Want to play with the cat stick?"
Song Shushu made a bold guess.
Meow meow meow "Go and blow dry your hair!"
"Do you want to play with the pink fur ball or the blue fur ball?"
"Meow meow meow!" I don't want to play with any cat teasers, go and blow dry my hair.
One person and one cat chatted nonchalantly for a long time. Finally, Ji Sui angrily slapped away the cat teaser dangling in front of his eyes, flopped back into the cat's nest, and turned his back to her.
Song Shushu, who was confused by this series of operations, "????"
In the end, this behavior can only be attributed to the cat's moody temper.