Autumn is a season of hunger. Just like the big bad wolf sees the little white rabbit, the cat sees love but cannot bear to swallow the love in one mouthful and sends the love away in his hands.
Let go of loving cats. If his name is Tom, then his love is the mouse named Jerry.
Mu Zitong shouted angrily under the camphor tree that I am not wood, while Ling Luo squatted on the tree with a smile, like a tree-climbing fox, with a sly smile in his narrow red phoenix eyes.
It's really an unfair game.
Wood, and fox.
When one day, Mu Mu has feelings, he will cry and shed tears.
One day, the fox no longer cunningly tells impossible lies.
Seriously, why does it feel so weird?
The wood said, let me tell you a joke. When the last light on the street flickers out, the cat will climb up the steeple, imitate the elf of the night, and say to the moon that I like you. You are like my breakfast of sesame seeds, so I like you.
The fox said, "Do you know the ending of the joke? I'll tell you." The moon said to the confessing black cat, "I'm glad you like me, but you're not my sun. I'm sorry."
Mu Mu and the fox shuddered together and said together: It's so cold.
However, the warmth extended from their tightly held hands, and there was a warm smile in their eyes.