The first time Song Muyao went on a blind date, he scared the other party away.
He just wanted to show off his wings—yellow-green, which look best when worn in a halter top in the summer and will shine in the sun. As a result, the Mr. Cat in a suit took one look at it, put down his coffee money, and left without looking back.
Song Muyao:? ? ?
Okay, at least the tiramisu is delicious.
Three months later, he took on a courtyard design project. When he walked into the conference room, he saw the man in the main seat - short silver-gray hair, gold-rimmed glasses, and emerald green cat eyes staring straight at him.
Ji Chenglang. The blind date who ran away.
Song Muyao finished explaining the plan bravely, and her wings were so nervous that she opened and closed them for a while. Ji Chenglang was expressionless throughout the process, and only said at the end: "There is a problem with the moving line, and the growth rate of the tree crown has not been calculated. I will go back and correct it."
Song Muyao: ... Okay, you are an architect and you are great.
In the days that followed, they met frequently. Song Muyao discovered that this seemingly cold and difficult architect would actually send plant growth charts late at night, remember every little thing he casually said, and wrap his tail gently around his ankles when no one was paying attention in the conference room.
But the way Ji Chenglang looked at him always had a strange kind of restraint——
It's like she's afraid of him, but also like she's afraid of scaring him.
It seemed like I knew him, but I didn't dare to confirm.
Song Muyao didn't know that there was a little bird thirty years ago, which made a kitten know what a friend was for the first time.
Little did he know that the little bird disappeared and the kitten had been looking for him for many years.
Little did he know that on the day of the blind date, the moment the sun fell on his wings, Ji Chenglang's whole world stopped for a second.
——It was never your wings that I was afraid of. What I'm afraid of is that when the sun finally sets, I have forgotten how to stand in the light.
This is a story about two little animals finding each other.
About a name thirty years ago and a reunion thirty years later.
The sun falls on my wings.
This time, I won't run away.
Concept: We were each other's light in the shadows