Zhang Zian opened his eyes and the light was dim, and what caught his eye was the extremely familiar bedroom ceiling.

The surroundings were very quiet, and nothing woke him up. Whether it was the sound or the light, he didn't know how he woke up, as if the time was right, he woke up naturally, and was completely sleepy.

Is it a biological clock formed by going to work?

He lay in bed and thought for a while. Although it was hard to go to work and it was often 996, he went to work at least at 9 a.m. and didn't seem to have to get up so early. There was also a Sunday that could disrupt the overly regular schedule. This natural waking up seemed to be a super inertial biological clock that would only be formed by getting up at a fixed time every day.

Of course, maybe it’s not that complicated at all, it’s just that he slept early last night, so he woke up early today.

The door next door sounded softly, and footsteps deliberately lowered came from the corridor, as if my parents were getting up at this time.

It's a coincidence.

Anyway, he was not sleepy, so he also turned over and got up, put on his clothes, and went to the bathroom to wash his face.

Last night, he got up in a daze and went to the toilet. His eyes were so sleepy that he couldn't open it. He should have walked straight from the bed to the bathroom. When he came to his senses, he found that he had turned a few small turns, as if his body instinctively avoided some obstacles, but it was obviously empty...

While wiping his face, his eyes were reflected through the mirror and noticed the bathtub with debris again.

The sense of incongruity in my heart still exists, but it has weakened a little from yesterday, as if I have adapted to the slightly empty room.

People's ability to adapt is so terrible.

In a few days, the sense of incongruity may completely disappear, and even the existence of the sense of incongruity itself is forgotten.

There is nothing wrong with this, no matter how the root cause of the incongruity is found.

He opened the door and happened to meet his mother who was busy in the kitchen.

"Why don't you sleep a little longer?" the mother asked in surprise.

"I can't sleep, so I get up." He smiled and rolled up his sleeves. "What can I help?"

"No, you go back and lie down for a while, it's too early!" The mother raised her face.

"Then I'll go downstairs and see if there is anything to do on my dad's side."

He ran down the stairs with a smile, only to hear his mother muttering in the kitchen: "That's true, this child..."

My father had already opened the roller shutter door and stood outside the door to greet the neighbors passing by. When he turned around, he found that Zhang Zi'an had picked up an adult blue and white Yingshao who was placed here yesterday and planned to carry it into the pet bath room to take a bath.

"Let go! Let go! Don't do it! That cat is amazing! You'll go crazy when you take a shower!" The father hurried over and took off Lan Baiying's short from his arms.

"Then I'll help with something else."

While his father was putting the cat back in the cage, he picked up a small bag containing professional tools to help a dark circle Garfield kitten clean up the tears.

"Don't, you don't know how to do it..."

Halfway through his words, he swallowed the second half back, because Zhang Zian's movements were very skillful, just like flowing water. The work of cleaning the tears that required two people to cooperate was completed by him alone.

"You...you have cats outside?"

"No, there is no time..."

No wonder his father suspected that even Zhang Zian himself was surprised. He didn't remember cleaning the tear marks for the cat, but when the cat and the tools came into his hands, his hands started to move on their own, without any brain intervention.

“It doesn’t take much time to raise a cat.”

The father shook his head disapprovingly, still thinking that he had raised a cat himself, and that he might have raised a Garfield, otherwise this unusual skill would not be explained.

"I really don't raise it. Maybe it's... talented, right?" he said mockingly.

Although it does not take much time to raise a cat, he often needs to work overtime. He is exhausted when he gets home every day and has no energy to serve the cat.

The father snorted, "How can you have such talent? Nothing nonsense!"

Zhang Zi'an beat him up and fooled him.

"Uncle and Auntie, good morning..."

A little girl jumped into the door, wearing a pair of asymmetrical braids, and seemed to be a lively elementary school girl.

She ran into the store excitedly, but found that there was a young strange man in the pet store where there were only uncles and aunts at this time. The voice of greeting immediately became smaller. She stopped at the door of the store, as if she wanted to retreat.

Zhang Zian saw that the little girl looked familiar, but after thinking about it, she couldn't remember it. She turned around and asked in a low voice: "Whose child is it?"

"Oh, I live nearby. She likes the hamsters and sagging rabbits in the store, but her family doesn't seem to be allowed to raise them, so she comes to see them whenever she has time."

My father's lips twitched, and he explained quickly, then he kept saying, "Xiao Qincai, don't leave, come in and see. Don't be afraid, this is my son's holiday, I just came back from another place yesterday."

Zhang Zi'an chuckled, "Little Celery, is it a nickname or nickname?"

Xiao Qincai bent down and bowed restrainedly, "Hello uncle, hello brother...I...I'm passing by..."

Zhang Zian also waved his hand and said, "Hello, Xiao Qincai. If you want to see it, come in and see it, it doesn't matter."

Xiao Qincai secretly saw Zhang Zian and his son doing hygiene, and knew that she had come too early today. Although she wanted to visit her hamster and sagging rabbit friends, in order not to disturb her work, she waved her hand tactfully and said, "No, no, I will cause trouble when I go in... I'll come again tomorrow..."

Zhang Zi'an picked up a rag and handed it to her, and said naturally: "Then...why do you come and help too? You can watch it as long as you want after cleaning. Anyway, you don't have to go to school today, right?"

My father thought it was inappropriate, so how could he call a little girl?

Xiao Qincai was also stunned for a moment, then her eyes lit up, "Really? How long can she see it?"

"Yes, because you have also made efforts." Zhang Zian said seriously, telling her through his eyes: I'm not kidding.

"Then I'll help too!"

Xiao Cincai happily took the rag, ran to the pet bath room to soak the rag, and then ran out and wiped the cash register table and doors and windows very hard.

Because she was short, she couldn't reach the heights, and she wiped everything within her ability with even more seriousness than on duty at school.

"It's very good. Do you often help your mother with your work at home?" Zhang Zi'an talked to her while cleaning.

"Um!"

Xiao Qincai nodded vigorously. She felt that the strange big brother was gentle and had no adult airs at all. In contrast, although the uncle and aunt in the pet shop were very nice, they were not very talkative, and they would not speak in an equal tone with children.

She quickly eliminated her guard and kept chattering.
Chapter completed!