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Chapter 294 Why Do You Feel A Little Cold?
After going downstairs, Wang Jian released the black rice and said softly, "Go and play!"

Heimi jumped on the ground, first stretched out his paws, pouted his buttocks, and stretched his body.

Then, on the lawn that had just turned green and the withered yellow hadn't completely faded, he squinted his eyes to observe the environment, and walked two steps unhurriedly.The warm sunlight shone on Heimi's body, and it looked around hesitantly, just like a lion king patrolling his territory in a documentary.

Wang Jian didn't dislike the dirty soil outside, and sat directly on the stone teeth—well, it doesn't matter if it's dirty, you can just throw the clothes in the washing machine when you go back, but the ground is still a little cool, and sitting is not comfortable.Forget it, just sit on the bench.

He poked Heimi's cheek with a piece of grass, teased it for a while, and then scratched its head: "Heimi, I'll sit on the opposite chair, call me when you're done playing!"

Heimi wagged his tail, rubbed against Wang Jian's feet and went around in a circle, agreeing.

Its two front paws stepped on the soft grass, as if stepping on a soft quilt, and adapted to the texture of the grass.

A leaf of weed swept across its beard and face, black rice felt the smell of soil, plants and breeze, his eyes gradually became excited, as if the wildness in his body had been awakened, his footsteps gradually accelerated, and he jumped and ran on the grass .

The sun was shining, and its shadow was reflected on the ground. Heimi seemed to have found something very interesting. He stared at the shadow on the ground, jumped up and pounced with two front paws. flutter.

Then the whole cat was lying on the ground tightly, its tail was waving back and forth like a flag, it slapped the ground, and suddenly jumped up, as if it had a spring on its leg, it bounced to the left, and then He swooped to the right, and there was a zigzag shake, but he still didn't pounce.

The spirit of chasing and frolicking with myself and my own shadow, fighting spirit and self-entertainment can be described as top-notch.

After chasing happily, he ran wildly on the lawn, and suddenly jumped into the bushes, pouted his buttocks, looked up at the top, grabbed the branches of a bush and refused to let go of his claws, and hugged him tightly in his arms.

But within two seconds, he let go of the bushes and continued playing the game of chasing shadows.

Wang Jian looked at Heimi having fun on the lawn, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Heimi hasn't been out to play recently. Seeing how happy he is, he must be a little nervous, right?"

Although it is in the south, it is not sunny all year round, and there are still one or two months when the temperature is relatively low in winter.

The sun hasn't been out recently, and Heimi doesn't want to go out to play. Today, there are finally some signs of warming up, and he can play happily outside.

Looking at this scene, he took out the giraffe notebook from his pocket, took out a sketch pen, and drew a simple sketch on it.

The giraffe notebook basically records his observations on cats, including the hunting posture of Heimi lowering his body and sharp eyes, the scene of Heimi attacking marshmallow, and the cats fighting.

"Before I knew it, I was almost full."

After Wang Jian finished drawing this page, he sighed a little.

As a cat slave, he always wanted to make a game related to cats.

Naturally, there are many ideas, but they don't feel very rounded, and I have been busy making various games, so I put them on hold for the time being.

Seeing Heimi playing freely on the lawn, Wang Jian held his chin and was stunned for a while.

After a while, Heimi came over to his legs and yelled "meow meow" twice.

"Have you finished playing, want to go back?"

Wang Jian was about to pick up Hei Mi and put it back in his bag, but Hei Mi nimbly dodged it and looked up at Wang Jian.

"Huh?" Wang Jian was stunned for a moment, "Are you tired from playing, hungry and want something to eat?"

He took out another box of small meat cans from his bag, opened it and handed it to the black rice.

Black Rice squatted down and took two bites before stopping, not looking very hungry.

Then, he picked up the can with his mouth and left.

However, although the can is small, it is still relatively full after two bites. For a cat, it is quite troublesome to hold it in its mouth.

"What do you mean by that? I won't steal your food, so why don't you eat it?"

When Wang Jian was confused, Heimi put down the can again and looked at him.

"Oh, you lead the way, shall I follow?"

"Meow."

Wang Jian took the can and followed it curiously.

Crossing the lawn from the path and coming to the fence of the community, Wang Jian's keen eyes (cat radar) have already spotted a dirty orange stray cat from a distance.

It looked very vigilant, and when it saw someone approaching, it immediately got up from the ground, dragged an unnaturally drooping leg, moved its body back two steps, looked towards this side vigilantly, and pricked up its ears. Seems ready to run away at any moment.

Wang Jian took a closer look, and suddenly showed a pitiful expression: "Ah, it seems to be a disabled cat. This leg must have been crushed, right?"

With such a severe disability in the leg, the agility will definitely be greatly affected. Whether it is moving to escape or digging through the trash can, it will be very inconvenient.

Looking at the miserable appearance of this orange cat, he was so hungry that he probably hadn't had a good meal for a long time.

Heimi yelled at Wang Jian: "Meow~"

Wang Jian understood, Heimi probably looked at this orange cat when he was playing just now, seeing how pitiful it was, and wanted to help it.

Wang Jian tentatively took a step towards the orange cat. It immediately stared at Wang Jian fiercely, with fur all over its body, and while making a warning sound of "ha", it took a step back and retreated to the edge of the fence.

This orange cat was so afraid of people, Wang Jian didn't want to scare it any longer. He knelt down, showed the orange cat the opened can, shook it slightly, put it on the ground, and pushed it forward.

Heimi wanted to bite the can, but was picked up by Wang Jian and retreated far away.

After Wang Jian backed away, the orange cat hesitated for a while, hopped up to the can with three legs, sniffed it, and immediately ate it voraciously, looking around vigilantly, for fear that someone would snatch it. It seems that I am really hungry.

After eating for a while, he picked up the can and left, jumping and jumping, and quickly disappeared behind the fence without looking back, and he didn't know where he went.

Heimi was in Wang Jian's arms, staring blankly at the direction where the orange cat disappeared, rubbing his head against Wang Jian, probably thinking of his wandering life.

Wang Jian touched its head and said with a smile, "Aren't you luckier than it?"

"Meow~"

After returning home, Wang Jian couldn't help but think of the figure of the orange cat jumping away with a can in its mouth. He opened the giraffe notebook and wrote down this figure.

……

After studying the game for a day, at night, Wang Jian yawned and covered himself with a quilt: "Hei Mi, good night."

As soon as his head touched the pillow, he fell into a deep sleep.

Falling asleep and falling asleep, Wang Jian felt his body was a little cold, and he tightened his body.

After a while, I couldn't take it anymore: "Why don't you turn on the electric heater?"

He opened his eyes, was confused for a moment, and suddenly shouted in panic: "Fuck, where is my quilt? Huh? Where is my house? Where the hell am I sleeping?"

"boom!"

A nearby window opened, and someone cursed, "What does the dead cat cry at night!"

An empty plastic bottle was thrown at him, Wang Jian felt a gust of wind coming, he hurriedly dragged his legs and ran for two steps, dodging the blow.

(End of this chapter)