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It seems that I am very synchronized with Guo Xiao in one aspect: our ability to sense time.
"Classmate, how do you perceive time?" I naturally greeted Guo Xiao for the five hundredth time, who was wearing headphones. He didn't even turn around, grunted in response, and then walked away quickly, as if afraid I would bother him. I didn't want to be a nuisance, so I grabbed my notebook, relaxed my posture, and deliberately lingered about five meters behind him, like a swaying little tail. This was a childish game, and the reason for the interruption was a ginger-colored kitty. Without thinking, I stealthily rushed towards it, kitty softly meowed, but I scared it away three meters in a flash.
"You are real, next time think before you act, you need to have a ham sausage for it to follow you." Guo Xiao classmate didn't leave, not only did he not leave, but when did he have a corned ham sausage in his hand? He squatted down, broke off a small piece of ham sausage and left it there, then looked at me and stepped back, and I followed suit. He squatted behind me, holding the remaining ham sausage in his hand. This is a kind of fixed lure, only fools would fall for it, kitty is a fool, and I am silly.
Guo Xiao's technique of petting the cat is very skilled, from the back of the neck to the jaw, he even used a very advanced technique - patting the cat's butt! kitty crawled at his feet, tirelessly rubbing his itchy spots with his head, so comfortable that his big watery eyes narrowed into two straight seams - and his pants didn't even have any fur stuck to them.
"Do not touch?" When I was guessing the fabric of Guo Xiao's pants, he grabbed my hand and covered kitty's forehead in an instant. Before I could scream, and before kitty could escape, it felt fluffy and obedient to be touched. I instinctively knew how to touch it, and although kitty seemed satisfied, it didn't use its head to nuzzle me. It just kept rubbing my hand with its tail, very itchy. "Time, stopped for thirty minutes and fifteen seconds." He quickly stood up and gave me a boring answer.
Speaking of which, Guo Xiao is always quick, in a hurry, but I should be slow. I am, um, why do I feel like our sensitivity to time is the same?
I know very little about Guo Xiao, and I only feel that the person in real life is completely different from the one portrayed online. I prefer the slightly neurotic him in real life. Unlike online, the messages transmitted by phone keys have no warmth, only politeness. Before that incident was completely exposed, the most impressive encounter I had was seeing Guo Xiao classmate fishing in violation of the rules.
Fishing is mostly a beautiful thing. Fish are mostly delicious.
Grill, smoke, steam, boil, stew, or fry. The mellow taste of eel, the crispy flavor of small yellow croaker, the salty and refreshing taste of sour cabbage fish, the appetizing sweet and sour tomato fish, the heartwarming and lung-warming soup of crucian carp and tofu, evoking many tantalizing flavors. Could it be that he wants to eat grilled fish? This place won't do.
"Classmate, I also want to eat!" I tried to form the words with my mouth, but he tilted his head, probably not understanding. I quietly walked over, only to find three lively fish jumping around in the bucket. I patted his shoulder, indicating that it's enough. Guo Xiao classmate immediately stopped fishing, but the next second - the three fish were back in the lake, swimming freely. Well, they are happier than me.
"You don't think that I'm fishing to grill the fish, do you?" I followed behind him, not quite catching his question, feeling a bit absent-minded. The fish, all illegally caught, were released again. They looked so fresh and plump, three of them! Sigh, I let out a long breath. Guo Xiao stopped, and I, not paying attention, bumped into his back, really hurting myself. Then, we both illegally climbed over the wall to eat the fish wrapped in tin foil. The garlic was really fragrant, and the chopped chili was really spicy. It seemed that after eating this meal, Guo Xiao and I really became friends. I had succeeded. Guo Xiao is a fish, and I am also a fish, and we are spitting out transparent and melancholic bubbles at the bottom of the sea, blue, blue.
But this matter quickly took a turn that far exceeded my expectations, and I'm sure it also exceeded the expectations of any reader.
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