If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 755 Old Tang

"I'm back."

The door of the apartment was opened, accompanied by the voice of a man and the meowing of a kitten, followed by the sound of collapsing bottles and cans, and the ouch of a man in a hurry.

Click.

The door of the apartment was closed again, and only the man's low complaints could be heard in the small room, but after a while, even the complaints disappeared. The shadow of the pile of debris was cast on the ceiling, and the shadow of the man could be seen deftly flashing through it.

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"Hey, hey, don't move around."

In the apartment, Ronald Tang sat cross-legged on the sofa, with a pizza in his mouth, and with a serious face, he straightened the cat cub trying to escape to the floor in front of him.

"Do you know how much you paid to bring you home?" Old Tang mumbled with a pizza in his mouth, but he still looked at the yellow and white animal on the sofa in front of him with a serious expression, trembling. kitten.

The cat didn't answer Old Tang's words. It lay on the sofa and was shaking all over. The fluffy cat swayed gently along its trembling body, and one could feel the helplessness and fear of this little thing under the cat's skin.

Old Tang stared at the frightened cat and scratched his head. It was just such a thing that cost him nearly two hundred dollars to get from the pet market.

But under the advice of the brilliant psychiatrist, the yellow and white kitten was still brought home by Old Tang—in a semi-compulsive way.

After all, in the pet market, the one who can take out the green money is the uncle. Even if the rabbit digs a hole in the cage and burrows into the ground, the vendors who want to earn dollers have to reach into the rabbit hole and grab the rabbit's ears and hand it to him to make out. Dear, this is how this kitten was brought home by Old Tang.

The cat was bought in Chinatown. When he entered the pet shop, the only request Tang gave to the boss was to find a cat with more courage. The boss slapped his thigh and said in Sichuan dialect: I know what you mean, customer. Be brave. A cat that catches mice, huh?Have!Authentic Chinese pastoral cats!It took a lot of effort to airlift it from China, and it costs 200 dollars, which is guaranteed to drive your rats away!
Old Tang said that the Chinese pastoral cats are native cats, isn’t it a bit like slaughtering a fellow villager when you charge me 200 knives?

The boss said, where do you kill the fellows? American cats are like the pampered daughters of Wall Street vampires. Do you really expect American cats to help you catch mice?After all, my native cat is also a native cat brought in by air from China. A native cat that has been on a plane, won’t the value be different immediately?Have you seen that Japanese dogs are sold at sky-high prices in China?

Old Tang thought about it for a while, felt it made sense, and then readily paid for the deal, and then the shivering cat was stuffed into Old Tang's arms, and he received $200.

It's just that in the joy of the boss counting the money, a fat cat suspected to be the mother of cat cubs walked past him in the store, followed by a bunch of kittens, and Lao Tang instantly felt like he was fooled.
But the sign of refusing to return the goods has been hung on the back of the boss, and he can only take this noble Chinese pastoral cat home when he is fooled. Old Tang also bought some milk and cat food along the way, and bought it at the boss's suggestion Cat litter, cat litter box, and cat litter, etc., made him regret countless times his decision to agree to a psychiatrist to keep a cat.

As soon as he got home, Old Tang tidied up a place in the chaotic house, where the litter box, cat litter, and cat food were all in place.

It was in such an arrangement that Old Tang suddenly realized that the place he lived in was really not too small, but the usual take-out boxes and sundries took up too much space. Yes, although I don't expect to live with one person, but at least one more cat is not a problem.

Now that the person is in place, so is the cat, but the person still looks so depressed, and the cat looks trembling, expecting a cat that is frightened after moving house to treat his depression?Do psychiatrists also believe in the saying that the negative is positive?
Looking at the kitten on the sofa, Old Tang tried to reach out and put his hand on top of its head, but such a simple action scared the kitten so much that it didn't dare to move and lay on the sofa without showing its face.

Old Tang Shanshan withdrew his hand. He was actually very unwilling to buy a pet home. It had nothing to do with his love and dislike of cats and dogs. He was simply not suitable for keeping pets—this does not mean that he was a madman who abused pets. , In the American Animal Protection Association, he is second only to the tax bureau and the Environmental Protection Association. Old Tang is a good citizen who always abides by the law.

The meaning of saying that Old Tang is not suitable for keeping pets is that pets have never liked Old Tang.It's one of his natural abilities and the reason he's hated by cheerleaders, he's never been liked by small animals, from rabbits to turtles.

I remember that when he was a child, he was called a freak by his classmates, and was isolated and ridiculed by a group of children. He had no friends. He was so frustrated that he wanted to find a friend to refute the ridicule of his people.Since you are looking for friends, there is no rule that animal friends are not friends, right?So he stood by the rabbit cage with the carrot, but the rabbit didn't come up to take a bite for several hours, and just hid in the corner of the cage panting for breath.

This once made him very inferior, lost the carrot, and finally realized that he was a person who no one liked.

It is a very sad loneliness. Everyone says you are a lonely person. You have tried your best to refute and prove it, but you have failed, so you have been labeled as lonely all your life. No one likes you. You Only with yourself.

Perhaps this is why the apartment he rents is obviously not small, but he can always live on a tight budget?Originally, the huge space is always full of miscellaneous things, and the only one who can roam freely in this group of sundries and rubbish is himself. It’s like such a huge world. He lives as if he is the only one in the whole world, lonely. have to die.

Old Tang sat on the sofa for a long time. Normally at this time, he should have been eating pizza and watching the Indian drama at [-] o'clock, or going online to see if he was playing StarCraft online to pass the time or something. But today, he All his energy is spent on building a good relationship with the cat, and he seems to want to get rid of this curse.

He is trying all kinds of methods, petting the cat, letting the cat smell his own scent, feeding the cat, imitating the meowing of the cat, trying to make the other party think that he is of the same kind that is bigger than the long hair, and finally he even considered whether to sacrifice it for the cat. The cat licked its fur. But the cat ignored him from the beginning to the end, and just hid there, wishing it could get into the corner of the sofa.

When Old Tang reached out to try to scratch the cat's chin for the last time, he suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his finger. He retracted his hand and saw that there was a shallow mark on the belly of the finger, and blood slowly oozes from it. coming.

The cat bit him.

Old Tang stared blankly at the bleeding finger, then at the cat with fried hair in the corner of the sofa, but he didn't dare to whimper at Old Tang even with the fried hair, but curled up in the corner with the hair standing upright, his pupils filled with anxiety And fear, if it is a person who can speak, it must have told Old Tang to go out hysterically, right?
"Hey, why bother?" Old Tang suddenly smiled, staring at the obedient cat and whispering.

He withdrew his hand, no longer being mean, when another train passed by outside the window, his shadow was cast on the ceiling and stretched into a giant, but quickly disappeared.

Suddenly, for a moment, he felt that it was good to have nightmares. He had been haunted by those nightmares for several months, and bothered him to find a psychiatrist and buy a pet to relieve himself. But thinking about it, it seemed that he had a friend in his dream .

In that nightmare, that strange boy kept chasing after him and called him brother, and he couldn't get rid of him. But if he had such a brother in reality, would he still be so... lonely?
Old Tang glanced out the window, tonight is a full moon, it’s already late, the pizza on the table has been eaten, it’s time to go to bed

oh wait.

He suddenly seemed to remember something, took out an iron box and opened it, inside was a row of red ampoules.

It seems that I have to follow the doctor's orders to take medicine before going to bed.

(End of this chapter)