I don’t know when Mo Li started to feel that he needed an obsession to help him live every day.

Looking through ancient sayings and searching the Internet, Mo Li thought about a large number of famous sayings and aphorisms, but he always felt that they didn't make sense.

Until she waited for the sentence that belonged to her: Believe that good things are happening.

When Mo Li saw this sentence, he suddenly felt that it was very suitable for him. It was not anxious or urgent, but it was beautiful.

When he went out in the morning, Mo Li fed the stray cat in the apartment as usual. Maybe it was not a stray cat, maybe it was raised by the tenant, but the house was too small, so he put it in the corridor. Don't know either.

Every day, Mo Li would recite a few words, "Believe that good things are happening," and carefully use them as his motto to prevent him from forgetting.

"Believe that good things are happening" Mo Li recited it again when he walked into the office, and then greeted every familiar colleague.

It was another daily cycle of work. Sometimes Mo Li thought that maybe anyone could adapt to this job.

When he wanted to sigh, Mo Li secretly cheered, "Believe that good things are happening."

But there was nothing today, no phone calls, no text messages, not even words. Say a few words.

Returning to the small rental house, the cat was indeed missing. Mo Li didn’t know how the cat could be seen every morning and then disappear without a trace at night.

I can only bless him silently, unlike my own wandering heart and body.

Lying in bed, Mo Li didn't know what he was going to do next. Should he lie down for these four or five hours? No one even spoke.

"Meow" came a meow from the corridor.

Mo Li, who didn’t know what to do, suddenly had the idea of ??raising a kitten! More and more intense.

In the corridor, I grabbed the orange cat and petted it. Then I took the orange cat to the pet shop on the street, checked it out, and bought suitable clothes.

"In the future, you will also have a family. Let me give you a name. All good things are happening. Everything? Good? Things? Are? Happening? Are not good. Why don't you call me Shota? ! From now on, you will call me Zhengtai, and my name is Mo Li. Please take care of me." Mo Li shook hands forcefully.

Later, Mo Li returned to the rental house with Shota and a bunch of ridiculously expensive pet supplies in his arms.