Rustle~

There seems to be this sound of the tip of a pen brushing against the paper throughout the apartment.

There is a certain unique rhythm in the crispness, which is not difficult to hear.

At least Chiaki doesn't hate it.

It's been four months since I came to this home.

It had long since become accustomed to the smell of pencil and drawing paper, and the two-legged beast seemed to have a soft spot for that kind of activity.

He can often be seen sitting at a table, using a small wooden stick to leave various patterns on the paper.

Sometimes it's colored.

Not long after it arrived at the house, the two-legged beast had painted a few portraits of it, and it was clear where it was now.

Usually when it is idle and bored, it will go to the room and look up its own portrait.

That's two different experiences than looking in the mirror.

This two-legged beast is quieter than the last girl who took care of her.

As scary as it can be to get angry at times, it doesn't really take it seriously.

But there is one thing he particularly likes, that is, he always exudes a faint good smell.

Although the last girl who adopted it also had a fragrance on her body, it felt particularly pungent and not as natural as the one on him.

Every time I smell that strange aroma, it becomes extraordinarily relaxed.

So, let it be deeply fascinating.

The only bad thing about him is probably that he is too quiet.

Usually, if he is only at home alone, he can not even make a sound for a long time.

It's incredible.

Even if it is, in order to dispel loneliness, it will occasionally scream a few times meaninglessly.

Who has too few things to move in the house?

It lay on the fluffy blanket and flipped over.

The eyes could see the white paws of the two-legged beast.

The shorter two-legged beast in the family didn't know where it had gone.

It vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a few other small animals that had been kept at home for a few days.

The red stupid fish seems to have been driven away.

It didn't feel bad about it at all, and it was reasonable for the fish to be kicked out of the house as the eldest of the family.

There is also a chicken with two legs that barks very loudly, and there is also a black snake with a long strip.

However, I am not familiar with them yet.

It disappeared inexplicably.

It's a pity, it's a

But it's not all bad, there are fewer members in the house, it's cleaner, and no one disturbs it when you sleep.

Speaking of which, it seems that it has become more and more difficult lately.

The body is always warm, and I don't want to move too much

It yawned lazily.

Leaning slowly towards the feet of the two-legged beast.

Guan Lang was painting.

Suddenly, there was a soft touch on the soles of the feet.

Chiaki rubbed her neck against his ankle.

Guan Lang stopped the pencil gliding on the paper, pulled out the chair, and looked at Qianqiu under the belly of the table.

"What?"

When this cat is busy, he usually doesn't take the initiative to disturb him.

Chiaki lightly lifted a cat's paw and pointed in a certain direction.

Guan Lang quickly understood and understood almost in seconds.

It was the cupboard where the cat food and dried fish were kept, and he locked it.

"You want to eat?" Guan Lang frowned slightly.

It's not a meal.

Two hours ago, he had just fed Chiaki cat food.

He would have wanted to habitually refuse its request for additional meals.

But just as he was about to speak, his mind was reminded of what he had been doing last night, and the peculiar circumstances he had sensed in his body with his mind.

After two seconds of hesitation, he walked towards the cupboard.

Forget it, fat is fat.

After all, it's your own cat, and it's a little stupid, but you can't really starve it.

Especially recently, its body seems to be undergoing some changes, and the energy consumed should not be less.

Chiaki folded her toes and followed behind him.

With a flick of its tail, it can be guessed that it is in a good mood.

Guan Langcong took out the cat bowl and scooped two large scoops into it.

It tilted its little head and gave it an expectant look.

Guan Lang was forced to add a few more dried bonito.

"No, that's all. ”

That's already its normal two meals.

Watching Chiaki bury her head in the bowl and concentrate on eating.

He sighed.

After months of hard work, he returned to the pre-liberation period.

He returned to his desk and went back to work.

The strength of the day after tomorrow was upgraded to innate true qi, coupled with the improvement of spiritual attributes, so that the work efficiency of the mind and mind was increased by several percent.

Today, I'm trying to see if I can get the storyboard of the second episode out.

He watched the play.

After Chiaki was full, the sleepiness of sleepiness hit more fiercely.

It walked back to its feet with a slow step, stretched its two front feet forward, and then slowly fell asleep with its paws on its paws as if it had lost its strength.

In the evening, he spent half an hour carefully preparing a table of delicious meals.

Even though it only played at the level of eight or nine points, it was still very delicious.

The level of level 4 can basically make him never get tired of eating by himself.

Dinner is to be enjoyed.

Food is an indispensable and important part of life.

When a hot meal is delivered to the mouth, the aroma that stimulates the taste buds erupts inside, and you will feel an irreplaceable sense of satisfaction.

And, if it weren't for the brief moments of enjoyment, why would he go to the trouble of honing his cooking skills?

Chiaki, who was squatting on the ground and eating cat food on the side, obviously agreed with his views with practical actions.

After dinner, he took Chiaki downstairs for a walk in the garden.

Upstairs, the mind and mind are still working diligently.

Now the farthest control range has been extended to more than a hundred meters.

As long as you don't exceed this distance, you won't break the link.

After reaching two hundred meters, the mind will instantly fly back to the body and stop working.

So, it's still okay to walk downstairs.

Chiaki walked slowly after him.

Two cats frolicking in the garden flocked to him as if they had smelled something fishy.

Sniff left and right around it.

A black and white bobtail cat was still lying down in front of it, flapping its belly in an attempt to please it.

It's a pity that the cat was thrown by the wrong eye, and Qianqiu ignored it and walked straight over with the cat's steps.

The cat, which was ignored by it, did not lose heart, and still walked behind it.

The team grew bigger and bigger, and in less than ten minutes, there were four or five cats.

There are still many people who have cats in the city.

Guan Lang is accustomed to such a scene.

Walking and eating is not conducive to digestion after meals, and even causes symptoms of indigestion and stomach pain, but there is also a saying that walking 100 steps after meals will live to 99.

Guan Lang didn't really come to eat, and the food in his stomach had already been digested.

It's just that I worked hard for hours after a few hours of high-intensity mental work, and I wanted to change my mood casually.

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