Chapter 40: Pointer (7)

be careful.
Lin Xun's hand touching the pointer hair was still.
He was also still.
The pointer did not stand still, the pointer rubbed his hand.
After a full minute, Lin Xun was awakened by the pointer, and his brain started to work again. Think, this is what the gods care about me?
It seems to be the case.
A happy pointer: I will.
A happy pointer: Nothing happened today.
Dongjun: Well.
Dongjun must be in a bad mood today. The words are like gold. Lin Xun feels that the dialogue is probably over.
He felt this was a bit dangerous, so he continued to send the message: Do you want to see the pointer?
Dongjun: Good.
Lin Xun took a few photos of the pointer in his arms and sent them to Dongjun in turn.
This cat looks good and has almost no dead ends.
Two minutes later, the screen suddenly lit up, and Dong Jun sent a video invitation.
Lin Xun moved his heart, looked at his glasses, and confirmed that his image was not bad, he cut it onto the computer screen and accepted the invitation.
Seeing Dongjun appearing on the screen, he was startled.
Today's Dongjun wore a silver-gray silk shirt, still the same style, but did not wear glasses.
It seems that something has become different. Without the occlusion of the glasses, the outlines of the facial features are deeper and more vivid. This person has already seen the point of reaching the peak. At this time, it is more people... I don’t know how to describe it.
However, his eyes, the eyes that seemed to lose focus after removing the glasses, were different from those with a slightly gentle coldness in the past, more like that, the indifference above, the aura directly rose several degrees.
This expression and appearance are different from those of Dong Jun in Lin Xun's impression, but they are not abrupt.
Lin Xun thought, it's like now. This style is the style of Dongjun Code-there is no emotional color, as if you can control everything.
But it also made him afraid to speak with Dongjun.
Dongjun spoke first.
He said lightly: "Pointer."
Looking at the pointer of the bird on the hawthorn tree outside, he heard this sound and turned his head back suddenly. When he saw Dongjun in the screen, he immediately
meowed
and stretched his paw to touch the screen.
Lin Xun held it close to the screen.
A smile appeared in Dongjun's eyes, which made Lin Xun relieved.
But thinking of the male being dissatisfied with himself today, this laugh was only because of the cat, and he gradually got sour again.
Then, he saw Dongjun's eyes turned to himself: "How are you getting along?"
"Very good," Lin Xun scratched the ear of the pointer: "But it still seems to miss you."
The pointer has found that he can't touch Dongjun, and meowed several times.
Dongjun said softly: "Obey."
Pointer: "Meow..."
The pointer like Dongjun seems to be more like himself.
Dongjun likes pointers and looks more like himself.
He got a double lemon.
Is falling, listen to Dongjun said: "Are you upset?"
"No." Lin Xun rallied: "What happened today..."
Dongjun: "It's all right."
Lin Xun looked at Dongjun.
Dongjun stared at him, then said lightly: "Just pay attention later."
"...Okay." Lin Xun agreed.
Dongjun opened the eye box from the side table and put back the glasses with fine gold frames.
The glasses dilute his facial features very well. The moment when he was put on, the cold and powerful low air pressure just disappeared in an instant, and Lin Xun's eyes were the elegant and easy-going Dongjun.
Lin Xun had a little curiosity: "Are you short-sighted?"
Dongjun: "Not shortsighted."
Lin Xun: "Then... glasses used for decoration?"
Dongjun looked at him, seeming to raise an eyebrow, and then said: "Anti-blue light."
"Is that so?" Lin Xun smiled: "Just feel...you have to wear glasses to look good."
Dongjun also ticked his lips.
"Ruan Zhi said the same way," he said. "Later I discovered that when they don't wear glasses, they don't seem to dare to talk to me."
"Very different," Lin Xun's words gradually increased in the face of Dongjun at this time: "Now I will feel that you are very gentle, but just now, I think you are the kind of... very indifferent person."
Dongjun frowned slightly: "Scared you?"
"No." Lin Xun shook his head: "Just a little afraid to speak."
Dongjun: "So, do you think... now I speak well?"
Lin Xun stopped trying to bite the pointer on the screen and said: "Well."
He saw Dongjun smile a little deeper in his eyes.
Dongjun Road: "Maybe."
Lin Xun: "After all, you have been very good to me, and you have a cat."
After all, he looked at the clever pointer in his arms: "You must be very fond of the pointer."
Dongjun: "You can say "you"."
"No," Lin Xun said: "I don't know what to say then."
Dongjun: "This will make me think that you and the pointer are the same species."
Lin Xun: "..."
He opened his mouth and tried to get rid of the honorifics, but his attempt failed.
He can only say: "...I'm afraid you will always feel that way."
Dongjun: "I'll get used to it."
Lin Xun held the pointer and smiled.
Dongjun: "What are you laughing at?"
Lin Xun: "I don't know."
It seems that as long as Dongjun's attitude towards him is relatively kind, he will relax a lot.
Dongjun: "Have a good rest."
Lin Xun: "..."
He: "My mental state is still normal."
Dongjun smiled and said nothing.
The next topic is normal. After five minutes of forced chatting by weather and pointer, the call ends.
Lin Xun left the computer chair, lying on his back on the bed, and raised his pointer.
"Pointer," he said, "I think your family Dongjun is still waiting to see me."
"I've been early..." He said here, smiled, pursed his lips, and didn't continue: "I feel like I'm dreaming."
The pointer tilted his head.
Lin Xun found that the program frame on it was gone.
He lowered the pointer, the cat sat on his chest, the tip of the tail flicked behind him, to hook his arm.
Lin Xun: "Will you still play like this?"
He thought about it and said to himself: "Don't you say that cats can feel their tails very well? So they often chase their tails in circles."
The pointer's tail seemed to freeze.