TRMLCM Chapter 66

Chapter 66: Moments

Chapter 66: Moments

Shen Chang’an finished washing up first, taking the lead to return to the somewhat messy but lived-in room.

With a ‘click’, the fluorescent light suddenly illuminated the room. There was no one inside, not even a cat, only a few strands of white fur slowly floating in the silent air with the draft coming in from the doorway.

Shen Chang’an walked in, his eyes catching sight of the cat bed in the corner. His serene and delicate face slightly frowned, a flicker of light flashed in his originally indifferent eyes, a hint of helplessness appearing at the bottom of his eyes.

Berber was usually well-behaved and discreet, but today, who knows where it went crazy playing. It wasn’t until almost dinner time that it ran back from the door.

Its fur was dark and messy, looking like it had rolled around in a mud pit, pitifully hiding in the night, almost making it hard to see.

After returning, it acted like a king, meowing loudly. Grandma thought it was injured and was thinking of finding suitable medicine for cats, but Shen Chang’an stopped her.

Berber’s one blue and one yellow eye reflected a bright spot of light, flickering under the bright light. Ignoring the dirt on its body…

Okay, it’s impossible to ignore.

It was no longer the snow-white, clean little cat with delicate and arrogant whiskers from his memory.

‘Click’.

Congratulations to Berber, a permanent record of its embarrassing past.

When Cheng Yi heard the sound and looked over, he saw Shen Chang’an calmly putting away his phone with an unchanged expression, his eyes indifferent, calmly accepting his probing gaze.

Seeing his candid appearance, Cheng Yi’s heart skipped a beat, the corners of his mouth slightly curving, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes.

And Shen Chang’an, looking at Berber obediently and ignorantly, waiting to be fed with a loud and energetic meow, felt his vision darken, feeling both annoyed and helpless.

Seeing Berber moving its paws and elegantly walking towards him with its little head held high, he slightly dodged to reject Berber’s intimate cuddles, and said indifferently, “Little dirty cat.”

Berber: “Meow?”

Berber circled around their legs. Seeing Shen Chang’an take a step back, one of its front paws froze in mid-air, its eyes instantly widening and round, as if in disbelief.

Cheng Yi stood aside, finding Berber’s human-like expression novel. He squatted down, wanting to touch it, but looking at the dark and dirty ball, he didn’t know where to put his hand.

He blinked his dark eyes, coughed lightly, and sheepishly retracted his hand that had paused for a moment.

Shen Chang’an hadn’t said it himself, but he knew that Shen Chang’an was a bit of a neat freak. What if Shen Chang’an wouldn’t let him touch him after touching this dirty ball?

Cheng Yi reached out and touched the tip of his nose, straightened his back, turned his head slightly, looked at Shen Chang’an curiously, and asked, “Did it go digging somewhere?”

Shen Chang’an shook his head. He didn’t know where Berber had gone to mess around, his brow furrowed as he pondered in his heart.

Could it be that it had been cooped up in the room for too long, and Berber was finally releasing its nature?

But he hadn’t really confined it before, had he?

Or was it the kid’s late rebellious period?

Shen Chang’an reflected on himself, but couldn’t figure it out.

However, none of that mattered. What mattered was that Berber needed a bath.

When they were washing up just now, Cheng Yi eagerly took on this task. Shen Chang’an nodded in agreement, but didn’t let this novice wash his beloved son alone.

So, our Berber had the experience of two fathers bathing him together.

Full of disgust… and love from two fathers!

After bathing Berber, the snow-white ball reappeared. Cheng Yi was doing these things for the first time, and the excitement hadn’t worn off yet. He was downstairs, using a hair dryer to carefully dry Berber’s fur.

Seeing Shen Chang’an watching him, he was afraid that the other would be bored, so he let Shen Chang’an come up first, promising to return a fragrant Berber to him later.

Shen Chang’an thought of the way the man raised his eyebrows when he made the promise, and the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but rise slightly, indicating his happy mood.

He lifted a corner of the quilt and sat down on the edge of the bed, leaning his back against the headboard, staring blankly at the air. The bright room was silent.

Feeling a little bored, he casually picked up his phone and scrolled through it, but couldn’t see anything in his eyes. Perhaps his mind had already been tied down by the whirring of the hair dryer downstairs.

Shen Chang’an pursed his lips slightly, a strange emotion flashing through his heart. He regretted listening to Cheng Yi and coming up alone first.

The annoyance in his eyes disappeared in an instant. He lifted the quilt, his fair toes just touching the slippers, but he hesitated and retracted them.

The person who rarely looked at Moments suddenly had a whim and opened the green bubble of Moments tonight.

Besides his former classmates and colleagues whom he hadn’t contacted in a long time, this bubble account only had the few big fans who watched his livestream that he had added earlier.

Casually looking at the life snippets shared by a few people, Shen Chang’an’s mood was indifferent. He continued to scroll upwards, but his gaze stopped on a post from the next person.

The boring and indifferent attitude suddenly disappeared.

[I can’t help myself when I see the sunrise]

A very refined sentence.

The emotions expressed were very direct.

If this were posted on Yin Fu, it would probably be mocked with sourness by a group of netizens, “Oh, so you’re Sunrise Bro.”

It was just that Shen Chang’an didn’t like to go online. His expression was calm, but his eyes were fixed on it, carefully reading the sentence, his eyes very serious, as if he wanted to see a flower bloom from the words.

Below this bland, boring text with a bit of vague emotional implication was a picture.

The person in the photo looked straight ahead. Upon closer inspection, his gaze was not looking at the camera. The line of sight brushed past the lens, meeting… the person hiding behind the lens.

The face of the person in the photo on the phone gradually overlapped with the face of the person holding the phone, without any difference.

Shen Chang’an’s expression froze slightly, the emotions in his eyes swirling darkly, his heart feeling as if it had been stuffed with a large ball of cotton, all compressed in his chest, making him feel sore and swollen, and his nose unbearably tingly.

Looking at the time below, it was a little after eleven in the morning, probably when they were sitting together basking in the sun.

The eucalyptus tree in the corner of the courtyard rustled in the wind, and the few remaining domestic fowls in the fence below the courtyard were clucking and squawking there, quiet in the noise, and orderly in the disorder.

The breeze was gentle, and the sun was just right.

Cheng Yi squinted his eyes, feeling that today was a good day.

Then…

He very happily posted a Moment.

Today was their first official day together…

Couldn’t Cheng Yi secretly announce it?

……

[Looking for Poop:?]

[Looking for Poop: Brother Yi!!!!!!!]