First, then, love.

All four kittens ended up staying.

Including the God of War and the princess.

The large, single-level apartment has completely turned into a mini zoo.

The weekend was sunny and bright.

The God of War lay on the living room carpet, watching the butterflies flitting about on the balcony.

It wanted to stand up and chase after it.

It tried to brace itself with its two hind legs, but couldn't muster any strength.

There is a sliding door threshold about five centimeters high between the balcony and the living room.

For the former God of War, this was not even an obstacle.

But now, it suffers from severe joint degeneration.

This five-centimeter threshold has become an insurmountable obstacle.

It tried to take a step, but its hind legs buckled, and it crashed heavily onto the aluminum alloy track on the threshold.

"Waaah~"

The God of War groaned in pain and lay back down, looking aggrieved.

This scene was witnessed by He Zheng, who had just finished showering and came out of the bathroom.

He stopped drying his hair with a towel, and his eyes darkened.

Half an hour later.

He Zheng changed into some old clothes, took his car keys, and went out.

When I came back.

He was carrying several thick solid wood planks and a large box of power tools.

Circular saw, electric drill, sandpaper, measuring tape.

Everything is available.

Shu Yao was sitting in the living room, with her cello set up, preparing to practice a new piece for next week.

"Why are you buying wood? What are you installing?" Shu Yao asked, looking at him as he laid out the tools one by one on the balcony.

"Make a gentle slope."

He Zheng, holding a measuring tape, squatted in front of the balcony threshold, gesturing to measure the famous dimensions.

"The War God can't lift its legs anymore, so I'll make it some wooden ramps. One on the balcony, one next to the sofa, and one in front of its kennel."

He took out a pencil and clipped it to his ear.

His movements were professional, exuding a capable charm.

"oh."

Shu Yao nodded, ignoring him.

She adjusted the strings, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

The bow rested on the strings.

The deep, melodious sound of the cello flowed slowly through the living room.

Bach's music is filled with rationality and divine tranquility.

However, this tranquility lasted for less than thirty seconds.

on the balcony.

He Zheng put on his goggles and pressed the switch on the electric circular saw in his hand.

"Buzz!!!"

The ear-piercing sound of cutting wood instantly tore through the air.

Wood chips flew everywhere.

The sound was so sharp it could pierce the eardrum, shattering the cello's deep melody into fragments.

Shu Yao's hand trembled.

A piercing, cracking sound was scraped out from the strings.

"He Zheng!"

Shu Yao put down her bow and raised her voice to shout.

The chainsaw was too loud for He Zheng to hear.

He was completely focused on cutting the wooden planks, his arm muscles tense, and sweat streaming down his face.

After cutting a piece, he turned off the chainsaw, and when he heard no more noise in the living room, he looked up.

"What's wrong?" He took off his goggles.

"I'm practicing the piano!" Shu Yao said angrily, pointing at the chainsaw in his hand.

"Bear with it for a moment, I'll finish cutting soon."

He Zheng remained calm and put his goggles back on.

"Sizzle!!!"

The chainsaw started again, even louder than before.

The four kittens were so frightened that they immediately crawled under the sofa, and the God of War also hid back in his doghouse.

Shu Yao gritted her teeth.

You don't want her to practice the piano, right? Fine.

She picked up the bow again.

He deliberately increased the pressure on his wrist.

I'm no longer playing Bach's unaccompanied music.

She immediately started playing Flight of the Bumblebee.

The speed was extremely fast, and the friction of the strings produced a rapid and sharp sound.

"Buzzing..."

"Sizzle sizzle..."

In the living room, the frenzied playing of the cello and the frantic cutting of the chainsaw on the balcony created an epic noise battle.

Neither of them would give in.

As He Zheng chopped the wood, he frowned and glanced back at her.

His eyes seemed to say: What kind of junk are you playing? It sounds worse than my chainsaw.

Shu Yao returned his provocative look and moved her hands even faster.

Ten minutes later.

Both of them stopped.

Shu Yao's wrists ached, and He Zheng's ears were ringing from the noise.

"Can you take a break? The God of War won't be in a hurry," Shu Yao said, panting.

He Zheng put down the electric drill in his hand.

He turned around and went into the study.

When he came out, he was wearing a pair of professional black noise-canceling headphones and went back to the balcony.

Pick up the sandpaper and start sanding the edges of the cut wooden board.

With headphones on, the world becomes quiet.

He gestured with his chin toward Shu Yao, indicating that she could continue.

Shu Yao laughed in exasperation at his stubborn and unyielding attitude, and decided not to bother arguing with him anymore.

On the balcony, He Zheng was sanding the edges of the wooden board over and over again with sandpaper.

Make sure there are no splinters that will prick the God of War's footpads.

Sunlight streamed onto the balcony.

Tiny wood chips danced in the beam of light.

His clothes were soaked with sweat, revealing his strong and broad back.

Shu Yao looked through the floor-to-ceiling window at his back, and couldn't help but smile slightly. The softest part of her heart crumbled completely.

The music of the piano was melodious, and the woodworking was crisp and clear.

At home, their home life intertwined to create a symphony full of warmth and everyday life, unique to them.

The carpentry work is finished.

He Zheng took off his noise-canceling headphones and casually tossed them onto the chair next to him.

He picked up sandpaper and sanded the edge of the last piece of solid wood until it was smooth and rounded, without a single burr. Then he picked up an electric drill and firmly nailed the sanded wood to the threshold of the balcony sliding door.

A perfect gentle slope has been formed.

He dusted the sawdust off his hands and stood up.

"God of War, come here."

The big black guy was lying next to the sofa. Upon hearing his owner's command, his ears twitched, and he slowly got up.

It walked to the sliding door and instinctively tried to lift its stiff hind legs to step over the threshold.

But when the front paws stepped down, they found that they were on a gentle wooden slope.

The God of War paused for a moment, then tentatively took a step forward with his hind legs.

There was no obstruction, and no slippage.

I walked smoothly and steadily onto the sunny balcony.

The God of War was overjoyed, letting out a happy "woof woof" sound in its throat, and turned around to wag its thick tail at He Zheng.

He Zheng smiled faintly, strode over, squatted down, and vigorously rubbed the dog's head with his large hand.

"Alright, lie down and sunbathe by yourself."

He stood up and turned to look at Shu Yao, who was sitting in the living room, having just put down her cello bow.

"Finished practicing?" He Zheng walked over and casually pulled out a wet wipe to dry his hands.

"I'm not practicing anymore." Shu Yao put her cello back in its case and looked up at him. "Your chainsaw has finally stopped; my ears are saved."

He Zheng threw the dirty wet wipe into the trash can, walked up to her, and looked down at her.

Pack two pieces of clothing.

Shu Yao was taken aback. "Where to?"

"The provincial department just closed a big case, and Team Leader Chen approved two days off for me." He Zheng braced his hands on the back of the sofa, encircling her in his arms, his dark eyes revealing a fire that had been suppressed for a long time.

"Let me take you out for a soak in the hot springs, to get some peace and quiet."

These past two days, the four kittens in the house have been running around everywhere, and my cat, Zhan Shen, has occasionally had to get up at night.

A 300-square-meter apartment felt cramped like a 100-square-meter space.

He Zheng needs private space, he needs absolute time alone with his partner.

A sly glint appeared in Shu Yao's eyes.

"Okay, then what about these little devils?" She pointed to the kittens crawling all over the ground.

"Give it to Qiaoqiao." He Zheng answered without hesitation or mercy. "It's her fat cat's fault, so it's only right that she takes care of the child."