Strange Life of a Cat

When he came to the village, Zheng Tan led the way, otherwise Er Mao didn't know where to go to find someone.

Roads are being built around here, and a flat aisle is going to be built in front of each house. Zheng Tan's timing is not good. They are just catching up with the start of construction. Some stones on the surface have been lifted. . Some places with standing water can only step on the rocks that were deliberately placed there.

"Hey, black coal, when you call, don't let me pass by." Er Mao said.

After walking through that dirt road, the road surface was slightly better and a little bit, at least there was a path paved with stones and bricks. This time Zheng Tan really got out of his backpack to lead the way.

After walking a few steps, the claws were completely covered with mud. There was no way to do this. This was the case without shoes. Zheng Tan couldn't make a rain boot like Er Mao.

Just after it rained, coupled with this is not the peak time for going out, few people passed by. At first Zheng Tan was worried that those in the village who had seen himself during the New Year would recognize themselves, but the few villagers just glanced over and didn't pay attention. Perhaps, for those villagers, such a cat is not special, nor is it a rare and rare cat breed. Native cats are everywhere, and a black cat with a strong point is nothing unusual.

Sometimes you can't take yourself too seriously, this is Zheng Tan's realization.

When passing by Jiao's old house, Zheng Tan watched the house door closed. It is estimated that the old lady and the old lady have all gone to town, and probably will wait until the surrounding roads are repaired before returning. This reassures Zheng Tan.

After the rain, the scent of dirt that pours into the nasal cavity, in the words of Dao Jiao. That's the smell of actinomycetes.

Perhaps due to the influence of Er Mao, Zheng Tan was a little nervous when approaching the old woman's little tile house. Although I knew that the person Er Mao was looking for was the old woman, the old woman always gave Zheng Tan a strange feeling, not as confused as the old lady of the Jiao family.

"Is this right?"

Er Mao looked at this small rural courtyard and pushed open the fence door to enter.

Nobody was noisy around, so Zheng Tan and Er Mao were able to hear the voice of the opera coming from Xiaowa's room.

Taking a deep breath, Er Mao stood in front of a wooden door with a rustic style and was preparing to knock. The door opened from the inside.

A fifteen or six year old girl carrying a basket. Seeing Er Mao standing in front of the door, he was startled.

Er Mao's first thought was: Hey, there really is Sister Lin!

This girl looks good, although a little bit dark. Dressing is no better than those children in the city. But talk about looks. Really passable.

Zheng Tan looked at the girl, and she was a little familiar. She should have seen it during the New Year. But definitely not this one, the old lady lived by herself. In this place, it is not uncommon for girls of this age to stop attending junior high school.

Before waiting for Er Mao to ask questions, the little girl shouted into the room, "Ah, somebody's looking for it!" After that, she took the basket and left. She just came over to deliver things. There were often people who came to find Ah, so she I thought the person in front of him had the same purpose, and didn't bother.

Looking at this situation, I know that it is someone from another family, otherwise I will not run away when I see the guests. Er Mao sighed in his heart, which was different from his imagination. After "Sister Lin" disillusioned, Er Mao had not much enthusiasm.

The tile room is not large, the living room is clear at a glance, there is only one bedroom, and it is obvious that the host's house is in the bedroom.

Zheng Tan hesitated for a moment, still raised his heels and went in.

There are no lights in the room, and the small windows behind are closed. The light transmission is not good. The singing voice of the opera from the radio will dispel the depression brought by the darkness. The radio is some years old, accompanied by the singing of the opera, and some snoring sounds.

It's still the wooden deck chair, still so personally lying on the deck chair, covered with a thin blanket, looks like sleeping or closed eyes, but because she is behind the window, Er Mao can't see the person on the deck chair in the end What expression?

The three-legged cat looked at Er Mao and focused on Zheng Tan. Obviously, he recognized Zheng Tan, but did not intend to move, changed his posture, and continued to sleep on the old woman's legs.

Zheng Tan moved a little uncomfortably, and the atmosphere was a little weird. Neither of them spoke, except the sound of gurgling on the radio and the opera that they couldn't understand.

Er Mao is thinking about what should be said in the first sentence. Nonsense is the first sentence of interpersonal relationship, but at this time, the situation is different. If it is normal, Er Mao will talk about something, but this time he came to find "Sister Lin", you can't find "Sister Lin" even if you find a peer or junior, not to find your ancestors, multiple elders and multiple controls, Er Mao has a headache for those elders in the family, All day long, "What should you do or shouldn't you do" or exaggerate other children's children, and, under the background of Wang Bin, Er Mao has become the elders' "blunder", "not a big deal" and other goods .

If you change to another person, then you have decided to enter the topic to recognize your relative. You have come this far, driving and crowding a passenger car. It is not easy to come here on the dirt road, is it just to find relatives? But Er Mao not.

Er Mao is not a good person. When he is floating outside, many people who have taught three or nine classes have seen a lot, and their thoughts are very different from those in the family.

Before he came, he decided to look at people first and then choose to deny pro-kind words. In Er Mao's mind, following this pendant to find someone was just an excuse to transfer his troubles and find something to change his mood.

Zheng Tan watched Er Mao and the old woman on the lounger beside. Neither of these guys is a simple-minded person, especially this old woman, who said that her ears were so bad that she couldn't hear the shouts of the little girl before Er Mao's footsteps, Zheng sighed.

Er Mao's last choice was to respond to changes constantly. Anyway, he acknowledged or disapproved. The choice is in his own hands. Without "Sister Lin", things would be boring and simple, what's so good about the old lady! Er Mao dragged a chair from the corner to sit, tilted Erlang's legs, and looked around in a dull look.

Zheng Tan yawned after singing the opera on the radio. There is a tube of cake on the table. During the period of the New Year, Zheng Tan saw such special products. Jumping on the table and sniffing the cake, there was no weird smell, Zheng Tan raised his claws and pulled open the wrapped paper. Let these two continue to confront each other, I'll fill in a belly first.

Half an hour later, the old lady lying on the lounge chair moved.

Er Mao was so happy in his heart, hey, old lady, than the patience of the little master, can't carry it? !!

The sleepy Zheng Tan also looked over there.

I saw the old woman sigh. Then propped up the lounge chair. Slowly, it seemed to be very difficult to get up, reached into his pocket and pulled out, and pulled out a porcelain bottle. Older, not very stable hands. There was a trembling hand when holding things. The plug was pulled several times before it was successful.

Zheng Tan looked trembling. I'm afraid the old lady throws the porcelain bottle out of her hands. Moreover, Zheng Tan, a bystander, watched her pull out the corks and rushed for her, if she had to wait for another impatient morning to help.

Er Mao is more tolerant. Without going up to help, this guy should also know that the old man in front of him is not a simple character, so he is still watching. Seeing that the old man in front of him was struggling with every move, his hands were still shaking, Er Mao frowned, still motionless and silent.

The old woman rubbed her eyes, and then carefully poured out a small ball in the palm of her hand, looking at something like a pill, such as Suxiao Jiuxin Pill or Fufang Danshen Drip Pill, etc. Zheng Tan watched a lot People have eaten, it looks like this.

The age is coming, and there are many problems. At the time of the New Year, Zheng Tan also watched that she could pull the erhu smoothly. At this time, how did it feel like the wind candle was dead? However, it is dangerous for the elderly to have a little illness. It is understandable that the mental state has changed so much. In addition, the situation at the moment and the surrounding environment always feel a sense of depression and desolation.

Shaking hands made everything a bit harder, Zheng Tan watched her pour about ten small **** of that kind and drank half of her body and took a glass of water resting on a wooden bench beside her, then took a long sip. Long sigh.

There is a drama on the radio, and the aria is easier to understand than before.

"Helplessly the flowers fell, and it seemed that the acquaintance Yan had returned ..."

There were deep helplessness and sighs in the murmur, the unstoppable time passed, and the endless years were bumpy. In this situation, coupled with the possible blood relationship, if the person is emotional, he can directly tear his eyes.

Rao is Er Mao and feels like he's gone a little bit. Didn't you see "Sister Lin", what do you care about with an old man?

Boom! Goo Goo Goo Goo--

The old woman shook her hand when the porcelain bottle cap was ready to be put back in her pocket. The porcelain bottle fell to the ground. Fortunately, it was uneven ground, not concrete, and the bottle body was estimated to be strong enough and not broken.

Zheng Tan shook his ears and looked at Er Mao.

Er Mao shook his mouth, still got up and walked over to pick up the porcelain bottle rolled into the table, wiped the dust on the bottle body, did not see the text description on it, thought about it, unplugged the bottle and sniffed.

Then there was a weird, even twisted face on Ermao's surface, and he almost gritted his teeth and asked, "Old lady, what kind of panacea is in your bottle?"

The old lady who was lying back on the lounge chair had a calm tone, slowly responding, "Hua Hua Dan."

Zheng Tan: "..."

If you are right, this so-called Hua Hua Dan is the kind of casual snack!

People in the 80s generation are slightly familiar with this snack, also called "Chan Pi Dan" and "rat feces", which are rarely seen in Chuhua City.

Zheng Tan's mood at this moment, the alpaca can hardly let him calm down the urge to lift the table.

Paralyzed, a small broken snack packed in such a high-end porcelain bottle! It's so desolate to have a snack!

Er Mao held his stomach depressed and passed the bottle to the old woman.

After receiving the bottle ~ www.readwn.com ~ The old lady also asked Er Mao, "Do you eat? It tastes good."

Eat ... Eat a fart!

Zheng Tan shook her ears again. It was not a "helpless" description of this old lady.

I didn't seem to see Er Mao's complexion, and the old woman continued to say, "I have no taste in my mouth. At this age, I have to make a living for one more day. It's better to take snacks than medicine." Suddenly thought of something, she raised her finger , A very generous look, "Oh, there is a box of pure milk under the bed, if you are thirsty, hold it and drink it, good brand, often advertised on TV, not those parallel imports, I drink every day."

Zheng Tan and Er Mao: "..."

No amount of idioms can describe the complex mood of Zheng Tan and Er Mao at this moment. (To be continued ...)

ps: (3.8)

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