This is a kitten that is only two or three months old. There is an orange cat tag hanging around its neck with the owner's name and contact information written on it.
It was staring politely at the bird under its paws, as if preparing for play. The bird could not escape its bad luck, and this was just because birds had a natural fatal attraction to cats.
Just like ghs is to lsp, basketball is to chicks.
The kitten kept pressing its left paw, shook its head first, then licked the pad of its right paw, and then let go of its left paw.
The bird thought it saw an opportunity and flapped its wings desperately to escape.
The cat saw this and bit the bird, not wanting to let it go.
The harder the bird flapping, the harder the cat bites, until the bird is bitten to death.
"Meow?" The black cat's taste buds seemed to feel something different, which was very different from the cat food or dried fish it had eaten in the past. This was a taste engraved in the genes, but it was different from this taste.
Obvious difference.
It's more delicate, smoother and more fragrant than the usual bird meat.
...
"Xiao Hei——"
The kitten licked its flesh pad and purred with satisfaction. It was climbing up the courtyard wall and lying in the shade of a tree to rest, when it heard a familiar voice calling it.
...
"Xiao Hei——"
Cheng Ruoxi walked quickly through the alley, passing through pieces of sunlight divided by the shade of trees.
There was a breeze blowing on her face, but she looked very anxious, looking left and right while calling the cat's name.
She was just drying her clothes in the yard for a while. When she turned around, her little black cat was gone.
She naturally loves the cubs born from a female cat, and usually buys the best cat food and goat's milk to entertain him.
But who knew that this three-month-old cat cub would not like being at home so much.
"Meow~"
After passing a corner, you will come to the entrance of the alley.
Cheng Ruoxi stopped and saw a black charcoal-shaped kitten squatting on the wall of the courtyard, meowing affectionately to her.
Cheng Ruoxi looked up at the cat.
I don’t know if the sunlight was too dazzling, and the cat’s eyes were covered with a layer of light.
She didn't know if Cheng Ruoxi didn't sleep well last night, but in a daze she saw an expression similar to a smile on the cat's face.
It's like taking the wrong medicine.
.......
At this moment, Jiang Qiao was still squatting in front of the room at a loss. Today, he had been opening and closing doors all morning, but he didn't see any trace of the magical world.
If the chemistry book hadn't been left there, he would have told himself that this was just a dream, and when he went back to sleep there would be nothing left.
Does the door open and close according to a certain pattern? Or simply according to its own mood?
Wouldn't it be a random meeting, and then there would be no chance to meet again, right?
My chemistry book...
Jiang Qiao got a little tired of squatting, so he changed places, ran to the courtyard wall and sat down, continuing to doubt life.
On the last day of the October holiday, Jiang Qiao could be seen from a distance. The roadside was very busy with people coming and going, but there was no movement in the alley, and only two cats meowing occasionally could be heard.
There was wind above and below the ground, wrapping up the white clouds and blowing forward, making the silent trees rustle, and the tiny bits of sunlight began to sway.
The smell of shampoo came, a fresh orange scent.
He felt that he and this wind were the only two poor people in the world.
Jiang Qiao tilted his head and saw Cheng Ruoxi holding a black cat and staring at him with a half-smile.
Today she was wearing dark green short-sleeved shirts, a pair of black knitted casual trousers, and a pair of sequined slippers.
Standing under the shade of a tree, I feel like the girl next door is young and invincible.
In addition, there was the cat, which had a strange feeling that he was familiar with, but he couldn't place it.
"What are you doing?" After being stunned for a long time, Jiang Qiao held back a sentence.
"I'm talking about you," Cheng Ruoxi held the cat in one hand and stroked the cat's belly with the other hand, "Why are you always sitting here? It's like... you have no friends!"
"I have no friends to begin with." Jiang Qiao curled his lips.
The next second, Cheng Ruoxi took out a hand, raised it heavily, but gently landed on Jiang Qiao's calf.
She laughed and scolded: "Why are you like a stupid dog... don't you treat me as a friend?"
"Is there anyone who calls their friends stupid?" Jiang Qiao asked.
Cheng Ruoxi said plausibly: "This is my nickname, do you understand it?"
"Tch, if we didn't grow up in the same alley, who would care to be friends with you?"
Jiang Qiao smiled and said such "mean" words out of his boring self-esteem as an adolescent boy.
"Bah, I have deigned to be your good friend, so you can enjoy it secretly!"
"Then do I still have to kneel down and thank Her Royal Highness for your kindness?"
"Eunuch Jiang, you don't have to be so polite. Well, just give me a shoulder and a leg massage three hundred times." Cheng Ruoxi raised the corners of her mouth, and a shallow pear dimple appeared on each cheek.
"Farewell princess, you have the qualifications to be a queen, well, the kind who specializes in poisoning people." Jiang Qiao was amused by her deliberately high-pitched voice.
"Bah, you're just the internal manager!" Cheng Ruoxi didn't give in at all.
Then both of them laughed, and the laughter echoed in the alley, and was blown far away by the wind.
After the laughter there was a brief period of silence.
"How is your cleaning going?" Cheng Ruoxi asked.
"Well, thanks to my mother-in-law, not even a grain of dust was spared."
Unexpectedly, the girl didn't answer, and just said lightly: "Well, I'll go then."
"Oh." Jiang Qiao was a little stunned. He didn't expect that the happy time would always be so short.
He watched Cheng Ruoxi, who was holding the cat, walk away, and stopped her when she walked a few steps away.