Do Kittens Shed Tears? [Vicious Tongue]

[A mean-mouthed, pretentious man x an anti-hypocritical, taciturn, cold-faced woman] 1. A young master from the capital was exiled in Wutong. The alley was narrow and cars could not drive in. Lan Qi rode a three-wheeler to pick him up at the entrance of the alley. The young master was disgusted with Po Sanlun in every possible way and opened his mouth with a hundred opinions to express. Lan Qi was too lazy to answer and drove away without looking back. As a result, the rumor that she abandoned her husband and son spread throughout Wutong that night. 2. Under the earnest persuasion of the private family dispute mediator in the alley, Lan Qi took the young master back home. The pampered young master is restless when he gets home. Today he thinks the bed is too hard, tomorrow he thinks the food is too sweet, or the house is poorly insulated, or the old man next door is of low quality. He always drags Lan Qi to pick out ten thousand thorns every day. Lan Qi ordered him to shut up. The young master obeyed and kept his mouth shut. The next day, he handed over a 3,000-word "Open Letter Condemning Old Man Liu's Breathing in the Middle of the Night for Infringing on Neighbors' Spiritual Rights." In sign language, he asked Lan Qi to post it with him in the public opinion column of the alley. Lan Qi told him to get lost. A letter came from the capital, saying that the young master's life sentence has been changed to a fixed term, and he can pack his bags and go home. The young master is really gone. 3. In the middle of the night, Lan Qi, who had insomnia, heard low sobbing coming from the window. She opened the window to look and saw the young master squatting in the corner with his cat in his arms and his back twitching. She was silent for a moment, then asked helplessly: "Why are you crying?" The young master was rarely mean-spirited, so he just said pitifully: "I can't bear to leave Wutongli." Lan Qi told him: "No one will drive you away." The young master raised his head. Under the illumination of the street lamp, two lines of clear tears fell from his delicate face: "I think you can't stand me..." Lan Qi closed the window, returned to the room and stopped looking at him: "I never said that." After getting the answer he wanted, the young master turned off the old-fashioned radio that was still working in the rendering environment next to him, hummed a tune and threw the newly opened eye drops into the trash can. Concept: There is a home in the phoenix tree