The memory stays, that black cat

His clothes were as cold as the falling winter rain, he finally couldn't help crying, his body curled up, and his voice let go, the tears in his eyes overflowed uncontrollably and he didn't know it, the bewildered look on his face The color is even worse, like a lost lamb that cannot find its way home.

"Go...go home..." He wanted to go home, he really wanted to go home.

The black cat let go of its teeth and claws, jumped onto his knees, closed its eyes, and stretched out its soft tongue to gently lick his cheeks and the rolling tears. Go up to lick his pale cold lips.There are thorns on the soft and wet cat's tongue, which is a little rough, but it can warm the desperate heart.

"Let's go, let's go home." The young man seemed to have heard the black cat say this to him, the voice was soft and caressing, which made his heart tremble violently. Although he had never heard it before, he was inexplicably dependent on it.

The black cat called softly again, and licked it a few more times, before nestling in his arms, bending over and rubbing against him.The small body is the only source of warmth in this dark night.

Finally pushed open the door, the light was warm but noisy, the young man looked at the stranger in the old house helplessly.

Man, woman, uncle, woman, don't know...

Who are they?

Why is it in my house?

The black cat jumped down, Cui Tong squinted dangerously, and made a vague and threatening voice in his throat.

"Ah Xiao." A middle-aged man came out suddenly, his outline was exactly the same as the man in the photo.

"..." The boy's eyes widened, and the cat at his feet arched its back, staring vigilantly at the people in the house.

"I'm your uncle, Ling Fei." He stretched out his hand, with a wide palm, just like his father.

Holding it up, it is clean and warm with a faint unknown tobacco smell.

"Hi, I'm Ling Xiao."

After a moment of silence, he said, "Mother's departure...I'm...sorry."

"Grandma was very peaceful when she left." The boy lowered his head and picked up the black cat again.

"Is it......"

"Come back to live in the city with us." A woman came to them, well-dressed, with light makeup on her face, not too gaudy, and her capable demeanor could be seen even under the dim light of the room.

"...I..." The boy hugged the black cat tightly, "Then what about this house?"

"...Sell it." The uncle turned his face away, "But it won't sell much."

He looked at the dilapidated house and sighed.

"Then stay." The woman understood the nostalgia in the man's heart, and comforted her, "But let's sell the field, no one takes care of it, it's all deserted."

The boy bowed his head and listened to them, feeling a little grateful for the woman...

The house...is a little safe place for grandma, me, and the black cat.

In the early morning, in the distance, the rooster crowing from the neighbor's house broke the night, Ling Xiao got into the car with a few things, and he had no one to say goodbye to.

Teacher Sun left this remote village three years ago, and was taken back by her husband in the city, leaving him a set of painting tools that she cherished: "I'm lonely, use this child to draw your heart."

Today, the set sits in the trunk with an unfinished painting of... Cat...  

"Where is the black hair...?" The young man suddenly woke up, lying on the window, staring at the green rushing by on both sides... The familiar house, the unchanging ridge, the old man... Old utility pole...seems like it's been gone since early in the morning.....

"We originally planned to put the cat in foster care at the neighbor's house across the street, but it ran away early in the morning and disappeared." The woman was sitting in the co-pilot, and the boy came back to his senses. "In the city, your uncle and I are working." I'm busy and don't have time to raise it, so I'm sorry, we can't take it away..."

The woman talked a lot, and Ling Xiao knew that he couldn't force others to do what he wanted...but Hei Mao...it was his family...his fists loosened and tightened, but he still didn't make a sound.

The car drove past the entrance of the village, and after taking another step, there was a flat asphalt road. Ling Xiao's eyes suddenly flickered, and there seemed to be a smear of black in front of his eyes. Through the rearview mirror, a pure black snow-covered cat with plain green eyes was quietly walking. Squatting next to the boundary marker at the entrance of the village.

The car is driving fast, passing by in a flash...

...Slightly longer bangs covered his eyelids, and he clenched the corner of his clothes tightly.

That's it... so you don't want to leave this place with me...

Well, please...

Please guard the hut and the tomb for me...then wait for my...return.

With a faint meowing sound, the black cat flicked its tail, turned around and left gracefully.The green eyes remain unchanged, as transparent as the surrounding fields.

"As you wish, laugh."

"Father's younger brother's family treats me very well. Uncle Lingfei has no children, and Aunt Bei treats herself as her own. Although in many ways, she shows a perfectionist's penny-pinching, but she cares about herself... ..." Ling Xiao breathed a sigh of relief after writing his diary.

The city is prosperous like a dream, but it has nothing to do with him. When he reached the age of high school, he also took the self-enrollment examination. , Uncle Fei and Aunt Bei happily celebrated him.

But... what's missing....

Sometimes, he would open "Lu Xun's Essays". There was an article in the book, which told the story of how Mr. Lu Xun killed the big black cat. He always loved books very much, but this book was an exception. There are three paw prints mercilessly, crumbling, it is not difficult to see the anger of the perpetrator...

The class is very curious about him, a simple and handsome boy, but he has a sick leave certificate from the hospital, never participates in sports activities, and the only thing he is good at is painting, which he hides very well... and, in the city In this environment where almost everyone has to attend several interest classes after childhood...he has a little low self-esteem.

Over time, another transparent person appeared.In high school, which is a good school like No. [-] Middle School, there are very few unruly students, and his premonition of danger like an animal makes him live a comfortable life.

Occasionally looking down at the pure black pen holder in his hand, the guy's gentle and inclusive cry sounded again...

soon...wait for me...

Ling Xiao is very patient. The huge pressure of high school did not overwhelm him. Maybe it is because Uncle Fei and Aunt Bei are not immediate relatives, so the pressure from the family is much less, maybe it is because he has been in the middle class, and the pressure from the teacher is much less.

Maybe... when he was alone, the inexplicable warmth from behind made him rely on when he was tired.

Black hair...wait for me.

When the college entrance examination came, Ling Xiao declined the kindness of Uncle Fei and Aunt Bei, and went to school as usual—just a few roads away.

Perhaps anxiety had been lingering in the hearts of the parents of the students for a long time, when a car suddenly turned towards them as if out of control.

...can't run...the heart constricts sharply, as if in slow motion, I feel astonishment and...despair.

"Be careful."

The familiar voice sounded, and it seemed that someone hugged him from behind, dragged him a few meters away, and retreated to the opposite sidewalk.

What happened later, he didn't know, he only saw one person, his black hair was combed neatly, his dark green pupils were full of reproach, his clothes were clean and tidy, and the stitches were fine, which was the style grandma was good at sewing , just black cloth.

He is taller than himself, at 1.8 meters five, holding his hand firmly, conveying the temperature of the sun, and... the smell of home.

"You... black hair?"

"Let's go, I'll see you off." He didn't answer, but just smiled lightly, showing two small pointed canine teeth.

He led Ling Xiao, crossed the last road, and walked into... the last door.

"Go in." He smiled, "Try hard."

"you......"

"I'll wait for you." Before he finished speaking, it was Ling Xiao's turn to review and enter the arena.

"......it is good."

Hei Mao, this time...stay well and don't leave.

Three days passed quickly, and during his Hei Mao's pick-up, the exam process was the same as before, but... a lot easier.

I suddenly understood the mood of those candidates who were specially picked up by their parents...the warmth of being encouraged and supported.

On the last day, Ling Xiao raised his head, and the sunlight streamed down on his face from the tree-lined avenue, penetrating through it, leaving no trace, not even a shadow.Ling Xiao wasn't afraid, nor surprised: "Hei Mao...give me another four years."

.......

"it is good."

Time flies like water, and a painter emerged from a famous university. He painted landscapes and figures, but he was best at painting countryside, old people, and... cats.

He was once spotted by a master and wanted to take him away for cultivation, but was declined.

His paintings are very popular, but he doesn't publish his albums and doesn't hold meetings. If someone wants to book his albums, he just smiles, gentle and open-minded like his name:

Ling smiled.

In the hustle and bustle, he returned to the small village, hesitating on the thick field ridge, thinking about that rainy night many years ago.

I thought he would come to pick me up and complete the four-year agreement...but there is no sign of it...no...

The tomb that I built... is gone...

"It rained heavily two days ago, and the river flooded, flooding this land...I'm afraid it was washed away by a mistake."

A neighbor who looked like a peasant woman answered him with an accent.

Washed away... no... anymore?

how about you?black hair?

The hut is still dilapidated, but it can keep out some wind and rain. The household registration of the house was given to Ling Xiao when he was an adult, and he became the head of the house, but no one eats with him anymore.

The black-haired food bowl was still in the corner, turned backwards, and the back was covered with a layer of dust and rust. The dust in the room was disturbed by the unexpected visitors, and they swirled to welcome their little master.

"I am back."

Walking by the river, listening to the cicadas singing like a child, thinking about the story of childhood.

"Rhubarb! Come back!" A dirty child rushed over and hugged the dog. "Stay away from the river! Be careful not to drown like that black cat!"

Startled suddenly, he took a few steps forward and grabbed the child's arm, squatted down and asked, "What kind of black cat?"

The child frowned, struggled a few times, and looked at this inexplicable strange big brother before speaking:

"Black, with spooky green eyes, and white feet...."

"......"

A few days later, a teenager left the place, holding a letter from overseas, and got into the car that came to pick him up.

"Smile, are you ready to go to the UK? I'll pack it for you..." Aunt Bei nagged as always, wrinkles crept up the corners of her eyes inadvertently, but her demeanor remained the same .

"Well, thank you, Aunt Bei."

The young man smiled, turned his head to look at the ever-distant scenery again, and said nothing more.

When an old man set foot on this land again, it was spring. Many people did not know him. He was wearing a white shirt and black pants, with a bag on his back, and a middle-aged man was helping him carry the travel bag. , the old man looks very kind, but also very vicissitudes.

"Teacher? Your home is at..."

"Go forward and we will be there." He smiled, his eyes full of nostalgia, 50 years, it has changed.The small shabby house...no...has been strengthened a lot, but it is still a low shanty compared to the small third floor next to it.

"Teacher, is there any tool that can be used? I'll clean it." The man was stunned for a moment and asked.

"No, I'll do it myself." The old man didn't stop, put down the bag in his hand, and pushed aside the wooden fence.

"Just look around in the yard, the house is full of dust, it's not good to entertain you..."

"Teacher, what did you say!" The man scratched his head, with a big boy's smile on his face, "I'll clean it up for you, you should have a good rest."

The old man took out the key, although his hair was gray, his hands did not shake: "Come together."

People in the village knew that there was an old man who was a painter. He walked out of this village 50 years ago. It is said that he was a big man and had even traveled abroad.But the old man is easy to get along with, and plays well with the children, and the neighbors are willing to help him if there is anything wrong.

The old man is especially fond of keeping cats, and even the paintings are mostly cats, and he has raised more than a dozen of them, some are white, some are yellow and some are flowers, but the old man said that he wants to have a black one.

"Black cats are unlucky." Someone persuaded him with a smile.

"Love...why would you care about these things?" The old man answered him cheerfully.

Someone saw a wild cat at the entrance of the village. It was black, but its eyes were brown, and it seemed very docile. Soon, the black cat appeared among the old man's cats.

"He came here by himself, he must be hungry." The old man spoke tenderly, and gently kneaded the back of the black cat's neck with his fingers, as if talking to his wife...

Wife...

"Excuse me, do you have a wife?"

"I've been single for a lifetime, I'm used to it. I'm really not used to it when someone takes care of me."

The old man taught the children to paint, but the children in the country are wild and don’t like it much. It’s true that they like to smudge. comfort.

Another 20 years, the old man is really old, he can't even hold a pen... Lying on the bed, talking to himself:

"Hei Mao, you know, grandma was buried, even the tomb is gone..."

"You can't leave here, I know... like the patron saint of this land..."

"I... don't like funerals, it's too noisy..."

"Just a fire to clean it up... better rain... wash it off... a little bit more rain, like it was that day... put me. .....stay in this land..."

"Stay with grandma...with you..."

The old man closed his eyes, and the cat at the foot of the bed whimpered, but the black cat scrambled onto the bed, staring straight at him with brown eyes.

For a long time, he bent down and stretched out his tongue to lick his lips, which were still soft and warm.

And lightly licked his face, from chin to forehead, trying to smooth out the wrinkles of his years......

"Snap" the tail swept across the retro oil lamp on the table.

Lit, a few black and white photos in front of the table

I lit the finally completed painting on the easel: a cat with black hair and green eyes, squatting in front of the tomb, licking a weak child.

The fire was very big and burned the wooden house. The other cats were driven out by the black cat viciously. Even if they were reluctant, they could only run away.

And he, nestled on the head of the bed, rubbed his neck, and closed his eyes.

That day, it rained...

It was raining heavily, but it was too late to put out the fire.

The whole house was in ruins, washed clean.

It's great that you're back.

The author has something to say: After procrastinating for so long, I finally finished typing the text on the notebook. The actual draft time is 2016.1.12, and the opening time is 2015.1.6 before the junior college entrance examination.... Now it has been delayed for another year before publishing Come out, procrastination is hopeless.

It dragged on for a year, and I've grown up a bit, and Douluo's colleagues will cheat corpses from time to time under the reminder of the friends in the group =. = This original short story is really not seen by many people~ It’s okay... I just want to tell the perfect ending in my heart.

Teenagers in Danmi... What will happen if you get old... So I have this article, although it is not in-depth, but this is my thinking, commemorate it, thank you for your support~