his cat [Rebirth]

In the past, when going home during the Spring Festival, Xing Yingtai was very embarrassed.Apart from visiting relatives with her family, Xing Yingtai has no other spare time activities.He can't always stay in his room and write papers, it seems that he doesn't want to blend into this family at all, it's too natural.

Only adopted children like him would think so.For example, Xing Chunlin can lie in his room for as long as he wants without any scruples.

After Xing Yingtai helped her parents mop the floor that day, she had nothing to do, so she sat on the sofa.Seeing that Xing Yingtai was finally free, Zhaocai who was passing by happily threw himself into the arms of his master, rubbing his cheek against Xing Yingtai's shoulder and chin.Because the movement was too forceful, he rubbed his face, and even his hooked teeth were exposed.

Xing Yingtai pushed to attract money, took anti-allergic medicine, and swallowed water.

Zhaocai stopped his movements with a slightly lonely expression.

Mother Xing came out of the kitchen after washing her hands. While wiping her wet hands, she said, "Boss, if you are allergic, stay away from cats."

In fact, the cat came over on its own initiative, but Xing Yingtai didn't make any excuses, he gave an 'hmm' and said, "It's okay."

"Why are you all right?" Mother Xing said, "Your rhinitis hasn't healed for so long."

"It doesn't matter."

Xing's mother can't say much, after all, Xing Yingtai is 25 years old this year, not five.She changed the subject and asked, "I heard from Chunlin that you want to change houses after school starts?"

"Ah."

"It's time to change," Xing's mother said, "Don't share the rent with others this time. What if Chunlin goes to your place on weekends and the roommate is unhappy?"

Xing Yingtai lowered her eyes, listening to Xing's mother's words of consideration for Xing Chunlin, she didn't feel any emotion, and still said lightly: "Got it."

After all, he is his own son, so what if he takes more care of him?

Even if Xing Yingtai is also Mother Xing's own son, she will let the elder son take care of the younger one more.As it should be.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Xing Yingtai and her parents went out to visit relatives.Since Xing Chunlin stayed up all night playing games last night, he lay in bed this morning and pretended to be dead.The parents threatened in every possible way not to drag him up, but to use force.Xing Chunlin pretended to say: "I have a headache, my head hurts so much, I really can't get up today."

Xing's mother had a bad temper and grabbed Xing Chunlin's ear on the spot: "Who kept you up last night?"

Xing Chunlin grinned his teeth and almost cried: "I... I was wrong..."

However, she still felt sorry for her son, and Mother Xing's expression softened.

Xing Chunlin said: "I'll feed Zhaocai at home, brother, you can accompany your parents."

Xing Yingtai nodded, took the things from her parents, and prepared to go out.

Before going out, Xing Yingtai was still wondering why Zhaocai was so obedient recently, it hadn't pestered her to go out with its master for a long time.

After the door was closed, Xing Chunlin touched his burning earlobe, he turned his head and said to Zhaocai: "Okay. I can see the news of your novel tomorrow. Oh, uncle, if you really need money, there are many others Methods."

Lucky sit quietly, no waves.

"In case my brother finds out that you are... aren't you afraid of being kicked out?" Xing Chunlin said confusedly, "I don't understand why you would do this."

Zhao Cai showed impatience, moved his mouth, and looked at the scissors placed high.

Xing Chunlin got off the bed, took a few steps, picked up the scissors, and walked towards Zhaocai. He said as he walked, "I hope you assign me such a simple task next time."

Sighing again, he said to himself: "I cut your hair, will my brother be angry with me?"

On the other end, Xing Yingtai, who was visiting with his parents, didn't know that his long-haired cat was becoming a hairless cat. He was sitting on the sofa at a relative's house, drinking tea and chatting with his family members.

Xing Yingtai hadn't returned to Hangzhou for a long time, and all his relatives were curious about him and came up to greet him one after another.It stands to reason that at Xing Yingtai's age, good looks, and education, during the Spring Festival, many relatives should ask him why he didn't get married, when he would bring his girlfriend back, and so on.However, no one in the Xing family would ask.

Because they all know Chongshan.Even if Chongshan died, no one would touch Xing Yingtai's wound on this day.

At around four o'clock in the afternoon, the three of them went home.Before entering the house, someone called Xing Yingtai.Xing Yingtai took a look and found that the caller was Pang Tong's cousin.

Xing Yingtai talked to her outside.The words were a little heavy, the girl cried and hung up the phone.Xing Yingtai thought to herself that she would never call again this time—the girl made many phone calls a year ago, and her parents and younger brother looked like they wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask, which was really a headache.

The phone call took a lot of time. After Xing Yingtai entered the house, he suddenly heard a buzzing sound, as if his mother was cutting his father's hair.

When he looked forward, he realized that it was not cutting his father's hair... but... he was shaving Zhao Cai.

I saw Zhaocai standing on a chair, quietly, not moving, letting Mother Xing push Zhaocai's body with an electric razor.Zhaocai's dark back hair was shaved, revealing a layer of fine white hair, which fell from his body like snowflakes.

Xing Yingtai was taken aback for a moment, then asked, "Why did you suddenly shave Zhao Cai?"

Xing's mother said: "I think Chunlin has been cut like a dog, so I'll give it a repair."

Xing Yingtai was a little angry, he endured it, took the razor from Xing's mother, and said, "Let me do it."

Xing's mother felt that Xing Yingtai was not in a good mood, so she let go of her hand and scolded Xing Chunlin's bedroom: "Why do you cut your hair well? That's your brother's cat."

Xing Chunlin said loudly: "My brother is allergic, so the cut is just right."

Even if Xing Yingtai gets angry again, there is nothing he can do.They were all cut, and even if they yelled at my brother, they couldn't grow back.

Xing's mother peeked at Xing Yingtai's side face from the corner of her eye, and found that her eldest son was looking unhappy, and he trimmed Zhaocai's hair without saying a word.

Xing's mother had no choice but to reprimand Xing Chunlin even louder: "Oh, you little bastard, your brother only has such a cat in total, and it was cut by your hands. Aren't you sleeping at home? Why are you trying to provoke money again? You Do you still want your brother to give you tutoring!"

Xing Chunlin knew that her mother lost her temper with her because of her brother, but a teenage boy must be upset when his mother scolded him like this.Xing Chunlin stuck his head under the quilt, and muttered, "Is it my fault? Uncle himself agreed, don't care about me."

Xing’s mother took out another sweater that she was wearing too tight, rolled it up twice, put it on Zhaocai, and said, “Let’s make some clothes for it so that it doesn’t get cold. I’ll knit one for it myself tomorrow. Boss , don't be angry, okay?"

Xing Yingtai gave an 'hmm', a little embarrassed, and said, "I'm not angry."

Mother Xing said: "Your brother is also afraid that your allergies will be more serious."

"I know."

Mother Xing hesitated for a moment, not daring to pat the eldest son on the shoulder.

That night, Zhaocai was wearing Mama Xing's somewhat funny red peony sweater, and dragged around on the ground.I don't know if it's an illusion, but every time Xing Yingtai sees it, she feels that its eyes are resentful, as if it dislikes the clothes on it.

This winter is not too cold, the temperature has been above zero, but it is also uncomfortable to shave. Although Zhaocai tripped over the sweater while walking, he was very smart not to break free.

No matter how busy Xing Yingtai is, she won't work every day during the Spring Festival.Of course, he had nothing to do at home, so he lay on the bed after ten o'clock, ready to turn off the lights and go to bed.

Zhaocai was entangled in the heavy sweater, and his movements were slow. It let out a plaintive cry, as if to remind Xing Yingtai to wait for him.

Xing Yingtai waited, he watched Zhaocai Xiaobubu walking towards him, and then awkwardly jumped onto the bed.

Zhaocai is not neutered, its cheeks are well developed, its muzzle is round, and its cheeks bulge when it lowers its head, like an angry child.However, it was not angry, it just lowered its head and tentatively stepped on Xing Yingtai's body, moved a few steps, and lay down beside its owner.Zhaocai stuffed his front paws, indicating that he had found a good place to sleep.

At this time, Xing Yingtai stretched out her hand and hugged it gently.He didn't move, so he had no choice but to increase his strength to bring Zhaocai to his side.

Zhaocai opened his eyes, under the light, the black pupils unique to cats looked at Xing Yingtai blankly.

Xing Yingtai reached out and took off Zhaocai's sweater, revealing the white fluff hidden under Zhaocai's variegated fur.

Zhaocai opened his mouth and let out a 'meow' without any resistance.

After taking off the sweater, Xing Yingtai lifted the quilt and put Zhaocai beside her.

Since Xing Yingtai was allergic, Zhaocai hadn't been able to enter Xing Yingtai's bed for a long time. He was so grateful that his eyes were full of tears, and he screamed and licked Xing Yingtai's arm.

It doesn't matter if it wears this sweater all the time.

That night Xing Yingtai slept peacefully with her arms around Zhaocai, but she didn't know that a shocking news came around the early morning.

Chong Shan, who had already passed away, suddenly published another novel recently.Some people guessed that this was a manuscript written by Chongshan and sent to the editor before it was published. Some people said that Chongshan's death was actually a hoax.

True and false, unrecognizable, this publication has attracted the attention of many readers.

Xing Yingtai didn't know it at the time, but when he woke up the next morning, he felt something was wrong, because when he was sitting at the dining table, his parents and Xing Chunlin turned their heads to look at him frequently.

Xing Yingtai asked: "What's wrong?"

Xing Chunlin looked at Zhaocai squinting on Xing Yingtai's lap, and said, "Uncle last night—"

Mother Xing coughed, signaling Xing Chunlin to think clearly before speaking.

So Xing Chunlin paused, carefully looked at Xing Yingtai's face, seeing that he hadn't changed much, and then slowly said: "Last night, Chongshan's novel was published, it's a new novel."

Xing Yingtai was taken aback for a moment, then paused for a moment, he said 'hmm', took a sip of the porridge, and said nothing.

Xing's mother said: "I heard that it was sent to the editor recently. Many people wonder if Chongshan is still alive."

Father Xing said: "It doesn't necessarily mean that the person is still there. Didn't you see all the corpses back then?"

Xing's mother said: "Yes, so this is definitely a hype, don't worry about it. Chongshan is definitely not here...he is no longer alive."

The parents said this too bluntly, as if deliberately speaking to someone.After hearing a few words, Xing Yingtai put down her chopsticks and said, "I'm full."

After speaking, Xing Yingtai got up and left.

The Xing family watched Xing Yingtai's back, but no one said anything.

After a while, Mother Xing sighed, and said, "I don't know whether I want Chongshan to live or whether I don't want him to live. Boss is always unhappy. Why bother."

Xing's mother remembered that Chongshan and Xing Yingtai had a good relationship before. No matter how utterly devoid of conscience Chongshan was, more than ten years had passed and he was dead. Why bother to worry about Chongshan's past mistakes?

For example, when Chongshan left an inheritance to Xing Yingtai, why not?Even people of Xing's mother's age were red-eyed by the huge amount, but Xing Yingtai's attitude was so firm.He's only 25 years old, it doesn't make sense.

Xing Yingtai only drank a few mouthfuls of porridge before returning to her room to sit.When he was sitting on the chair, Zhao Cai quickly jumped up and sat on Xing Yingtai's lap.

Xing Yingtai looked thoughtful, even if Zhaocai stomped hard, he didn't respond.

Xing Yingtai turned on the computer expressionlessly, watched the news for a while, and then closed the computer silently.

Zhaocai made a 'meow', curled up his tail, and stared at Xing Yingtai carefully.

Xing Yingtai didn't have any emotional fluctuations on her face, but her breathing was a little short, and her heart was beating fast.

Zhaocai's whole cat leaned against Xing Yingtai's chest, so it could feel it.Zhaocai's heart was also pounding. It raised its front paw and placed it on Xing Yingtai's chest, its eyes full of intoxication.

Xing Yingtai didn't have time to look at the fat cat who always liked to cling to him. He took a deep breath, put Zhaocai on the ground, then took the schoolbag, and took out a small square paper bag from the pocket of the schoolbag.

The paper bag was brown and looked like it was for photos.After Xing Yingtai opened it, it turned out that there were several photos.

Xing Yingtai put the photo in the palm of her hand and held it tightly.He squeezed the photo tightly in one hand and got up to pack his schoolbag.His expression was still so calm. After walking out of the room with his schoolbag on his back, he said to his family members who were still eating: "I'll go out for a while."

Mother Xing shouted anxiously: "It's raining outside, what are you going to do?"

"It's nothing." Xing Yingtai opened the door and left quickly without saying a word.He didn't want to go out with Zhaocai, but Zhaocai's reaction was too quick. When Xing Yingtai was packing his schoolbag, he bit the zipper, lay in the middle of the backpack, and acted like a fool, signaling to the owner that if he wanted to go out, he must take himself with him.

Xing Yingtai held up her umbrella, put the schoolbag containing fortune on her chest, and walked quickly in a certain direction.

Seeing that Xing Yingtai was leaving in such a hurry, Zhao Cai thought he had something urgent to do.But after walking for 10 minutes, Xing Yingtai not only did nothing, but also walked more and more slowly, finally stopped and looked around in confusion.

It's winter now, and it's raining, so there are few passers-by.

Xing Yingtai stood for a while and found a roof that could shelter from the rain.He sat on the rock, put his schoolbag on his knees, and then unzipped it to expose Zhaocai's head.

Calling for money, yelling, patrolling left and right.It was shaved, wearing only a bulky lady's sweater, its head popped out, and it sneezed.

Xing Yingtai wiped its nose and turned slightly to protect him from the wind and rain.

Xing Yingtai slowly opened her hand that had been tightly clenched, revealing a crumpled photo that had been pinched.

The man in the photo is handsome, with two small moles under his eyes.

Looking at the man in the photo, Xing Yingtai frowned.

Xing Yingtai didn't think the sudden publication of Chongshan's novel was an accident.The family didn't know anything, so they thought it was hype.In fact, now is a very delicate time, just at the stage when Pang Tong's sister is pestering him, and he has no way to refuse.

Chongshan was using this method to warn Xing Yingtai, telling him not to take it seriously again.Still the same as before, Chongshan would never allow women to get close to Xing Yingtai, even though some people had no ambiguity with Xing Yingtai at all.

A gust of cold wind blew by, Zhaocai's beard trembled, it was a little cold, couldn't help but jumped out of the backpack, and burrowed into Xing Yingtai's clothes.

Xing Yingtai unbuttoned her coat and hugged it in her arms.Zhaocai felt Xing Yingtai's abnormally high temperature, and cried a few times worriedly.Xing Yingtai ignored it, he buttoned up his buttons, and then turned his head to look at the rain that was close at hand.

He suddenly remembered—yes, that day was also such a rainy day.

Chongshan was not born to like writing novels. Before he was 28 years old, there was no sign that he would make a living by writing in the future.

There was only one reason why he started writing later, and that was that he 'had something to say'.

However, Chongshan's mental condition is unstable, and he is not willing to talk to someone when he sees them. After a long time, he picks up a pen and writes absurd but extremely affectionate stories one after another.

After meeting Xing Yingtai, Chongshan's impulse to "have something to say" broke out. Although Xing Yingtai himself seemed not very interested, Chongshan always chased after him, saying in a pleading tone: "I just want to talk to you." Let me tell you a story! Just listen to a short story."

It was still autumn, not so cold, and it was raining continuously.Xing Yingtai held an umbrella and walked ahead, ignoring Chongshan.Walking somewhere, Xing Yingtai suddenly bent down, made a 'pinching' movement with her right hand, and then turned to show Chongshan: "There are butterflies."

Chong Shan glanced at it, and said, "Macular spots on a black background, the color is so ugly, what's so good about it?"

Xing Yingtai shook her head when she heard the words, and put the butterfly that could not fly due to the rain on the leaf again, and explained: "I just looked a little surprised. It's autumn, and it's so cold. Here... probably only this A butterfly is still alive."

As he spoke, his expression was a bit lonely, as if he remembered his own life experience.

Xing Yingtai turned his back to Chongshan, so he couldn't see his expression at this moment.It was obviously raining, but Chong Shan didn't seem to be in a hurry to go home, walking like walking in his own garden: "I think this earthworm is pretty good."

Xing Yingtai turned her head and looked at him silently: "Where is it good?"

"Lying upside down and upright, rubbing shoulders and rubbing heels, ha, what a scene." Chongshan said, "Eat the soil on the top, drink the yellow spring on the bottom, put your heart into it, tsk tsk, I am the same."

Seeing his seriousness, Xing Yingtai paused, and actually bent over to pick up an earthworm.It's just that earthworms have protective mucus, which makes it itchy when touched, so Xing Yingtai used the nearby branches.

Chongshan turned pale with shock: "What are you doing with it? Put it down quickly."

"Didn't you say it's good?" Xing Yingtai held a purple-red earthworm about [-] to [-] centimeters long on a branch in his hand, and it was still writhing, looking very disgusting. "Would you like to take a closer look?"

Chongshan's face turned green, and he begged for mercy without dignity: "No, no. Good brother, please put it down, it's so slippery here, I want to go to your side."

Xing Yingtai threw away the twigs and earthworms in her hand, blushed, and said, "I told you not to call me that, if my mother hears it, she should scold me for bullying you again."

"You should be scolded," Chongshan strolled to Xing Yingtai's side and held the young man's hand, "Have you bullied me less?"

Because the two are related, even though they are both men, it seems nothing to hold hands like this.Xing Yingtai was afraid that Chongshan would fall, so he held Chongshan tightly with his backhand.

Chongshan smiled, and after a while, he said, "Hey, I'll tell you a story, will you listen?"

Xing Yingtai nodded perfunctorily, looking less interested.

Chongshan didn't care. Seeing that Xing Yingtai agreed, he immediately pondered, and said slowly: "In the past, there was one... What's so good about having one? The protagonists of strange novels are probably autumn cicadas, mayflies and the like. It's just why should I talk to ordinary people?" Like a novel? Heaven is cruel, people are like ants, ants, um, once upon a time there was an ant—”

Listening to Chongshan chanting these, Xing Yingtai couldn't help interrupting: "A few days ago you said you wanted to tell me a story, but today you haven't decided on the protagonist yet?"

"It's too late to think about it now." Chongshan said with a smile: "There is a male ant that is hardworking and brave. He is handsome, cheerful, and most of the female ants in an ant nest like him, but the male ant just falls in love with him." One condition is not the best female ant—"

"..." Xing Yingtai said, "You tell this kind of story again."

Chongshan is indeed accustomed to using love as the main line of the story. Most of the characters in his works love vigorously and will never change until death. Countless extremely paranoid but also extremely touching love stories have been born in his hands.Because the emotional description is too delicate, most readers even think that Chongshan is a female writer.

Fifteen and sixteen-year-olds mostly like to listen to romantic stories. Not only girls love to watch those passionate and unrestrained love movies on TV, but they don’t tell others easily.

But Xing Yingtai didn't like to listen. Not only did she not like to listen, but she would interrupt whenever she heard that there might be signs of a trend in love.

Chongshan was not annoyed, and said with a smile, "telling a story to a child like you, without love, how can you be hooked?"

"..." Xing Yingtai said, "I'm fifteen this year."

Chongshan ignored it, but was even more intentional, whispering in that coaxing tone of a child: "—Actually, the female ant has already secretly agreed with her heart, but the male ant is too outstanding. The happiest thing in the world. Although the male ant promised her a short life, she didn't dare to ask for it."

Xing Yingtai stopped and said: "What a short life, don't ants have the same life span? How can there be a difference in length? And where is there a nest of female ants? There is only one queen."

Chongshan looked at him, and said, "Oh, so what? If you have to worry about everything in a fantasy novel, what else can you write?"

Xing Yingtai said: "Then tell me, I'll listen."

The two walked towards the house again in the rain.

Chongshan looked at his somewhat wet shoes and said slowly: "The female ant told the male ant that I want to marry you. But before marrying you, I have a request.

any request?The brave male ant looks proud. He is not afraid of any harsh demands from women. "

Chongshan imitated the woman's thin voice, and exaggerated like acting: "I want a drop, tears of sadness."

"..." The corners of Xing Yingtai's mouth twitched.I thought, no matter how good a novelist is, if you ask him to tell you a story suddenly, he will inevitably tell such a clichéd plot.

"What?" Chongshan pretended not to see it, made a puzzled expression, and explained, "The male ant has never heard of it."

"I want a tear of sadness, said the mother ant. She said, so that when you leave me one day, you will know that the tears left by the saddest person in the world are not as good as the pain in my heart." One in ten thousand."

"The male ant didn't think he would leave her, but for the female ant, he embarked on the road of searching."

"He walks and walks."

"Walk through mountains and rivers, walk through streams."

"For him, a rock is a mountain, and a puddle after rain is a river."

"The male ant met a three-eyed frog. The frog said that before the weather cleared, he saw a girl crying in a nearby stream, mourning her dead lover. The girl cried blood from her eyes. The frog never I've seen someone cry and bleed. If you want to say sad, she must be very sad. The male ant nodded. He went to the stream after going through all kinds of hardships and asked the stream, can you make the girl cry? tears to it."

"Xiaoxi said: That is a part of my body, if you want it, you must exchange it with other things."

"Xiaoxi said that he wanted a mirror to see what he really looks like."

"The male ant continued to search, and finally, he found a girl looking in the mirror in the jungle. He asked the girl: How can I give myself the mirror?"

"The girl said: Impossible. Even if I give it to you, you can't drag it away."

"The male ant said: I want to marry my lover, nothing can stop me."

"The girl said: Unless there is a thunderbolt, I--"

"Before the words were finished, raindrops fell, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and thunder rolled over. The girl was silent, and she gave the mirror to the male ant."

"..." Xing Yingtai was also silent, this, this is also... Chongshan's storytelling is too casual.

However, he was originally a freewheeling person.

Chongshan didn't feel embarrassed either, he continued: "The male ant dragged a mirror that was countless times bigger than his body, broke two or three legs, and finally dragged the mirror to the side of the stream. The stream used the mirror to reflect itself. At that time It was still raining, and the male ant under the rain was drenched, so tired that he could not even move his antennae, and his shiny black carapace showed fatigue. Seeing his crystal clear skin and graceful body, the stream was overjoyed, so he took out a drop of sad The tear. This tear is similar to an ordinary tear, but with a small drop of red blood hanging in the center. The brook gives it to the male ant."

"The tears are only half the size of the male ant's body. Although the male ant is extremely tired, thinking of his beloved, he still clenches his teeth and walks back."

"When the female ant sees the male ant comes back, she marries the male ant."

Having said that, Chongshan showed a smile on his face.

Xing Yingtai sighed and said, "The two have lived a happy life since then. Uncle, there's no need to talk about it."

Chong Shan hurriedly said, "No, no, how could the story develop like this? I haven't finished it yet."

"I do not want to hear."

"Why is this?" Chongshan said angrily, "When you were young, you loved listening to me recite poems the most."

But he will grow up one day.

Chongshan thought this way, his originally good mood suddenly turned gloomy, he clenched his fingers violently, then relaxed, and immediately clenched again.

Xing Yingtai didn't notice it, so he said casually: "I'm almost home, let's talk about it later. If you want to talk, I can't shirk it, and I will definitely hear it in the end."

The next few sentences are more like complaints.Chongshan was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, and said, "Of course, we... will have a long time in the future."

As he spoke, all the haze in his heart dissipated, and he squinted and smiled.

A gust of cold wind blows, interrupting the vague memories.Xing Yingtai couldn't help curling up and hugged Zhaocai even tighter.Zhao Cai was warmed by the owner with his body, and he didn't sneeze again.But Xing Yingtai couldn't help shaking his fingers.

It turned out that after Zhaocai cut off the long hair, Xing Yingtai did not take anti-allergy medicine last night, and today she has a low-grade fever.Sitting in the cold wind for so long, it is really cold.

Xing Yingtai is still recalling the story Chongshan told herself back then.He may not remember that deeply, but he is sure that the day was the same as now, with a drizzle.

I can't remember some details.After all, ten years have passed.

Xing Yingtai didn't take Zhaocai out of her clothes, but picked it up through her jacket.Zhaocai let out a 'meow', showing its head, looking at Xing Yingtai, it knew that Xing Yingtai was going home.

Xing Yingtai held up his umbrella, and the cold rain slid down the handle, wet his palms.

Oh, he still remembers.That day Chongshan's hands were as cold as the rain.

What is unavoidable during the Spring Festival is to meet all kinds of children from relatives who are not usually seen.In Xing Yingtai's life, the one-child policy was followed, but he had so many cousins ​​that when they got together, they chattered so loudly that the roof of the house almost collapsed.

Xing Yingtai is a teacher, so it stands to reason that she will be more tolerant.But it's actually not like that, because he basically teaches high school kids, and their self-control ability is already very good.

So whenever a child came to visit her home, Xing Yingtai would go back to her room and read a book or something.

Of course Zhaocai follows its owner every step of the way. Xing Yingtai lays on Xing Yingtai's chest while reading a book, occasionally squinting to read the contents of the book, but most of the time Zhaocai will quickly fall asleep.

Ghosts were crying and wolves were howling outside, but the house was warm and safe. The treasurer took a long breath, stretched his body, tensed his limbs, and then relaxed heavily.It clings to Xing Yingtai like a lump of mud.

However, not long after, the door of the room was pushed open.Xing Yingtai was startled and looked back.I saw a few boys and girls who looked seven or eight years old, looked at Xing Yingtai eagerly, and said, "Brother, we want to see the little cat."

"..."

Xing Yingtai hesitated for a moment, and said, "Lucking money is very fierce, and it may bite people."

These words are not convincing, after all, the fat cat lying in his arms looks harmless to humans and animals.

The child walked over lightly, and someone said, "I'm not afraid."

Someone said: "I want to pet its head."

Someone said: "Zhaocai is sleeping, please keep your voice down."

Xing Yingtai couldn't let them go out, after all, they were children of relatives, so it was okay to come and see the cat.Xing Yingtai put down the book, hugged Zhaocai's chest and underarms, and lifted it up.

Zhaocai slept soundly, and when he opened his eyes there was an 'ow' sound, the sound was chaotic, and he hadn't woken up yet.It doesn't know what's wrong.

But when I turned my head, I understood.Looking at those boys and girls the size of carrot heads, Zhao Cai's face darkened, and he wanted to turn around and run away.

But Xing Yingtai's chest was so comfortable that she really couldn't bear to leave.Zhaocai wagged his tail irritably, changed his place, and stuck his head in the crevice of Xing Yingtai's arm.

A girl came closer and said, "The lucky color is so weird. Why is it wearing a sweater?"

At this time, Zhaocai no longer wears Xing's mother's clothes, but has his own gray and white sweater, which is about the right size, not as funny as before.

Xing Yingtai said patiently, "It has been shaved, so it has to wear clothes."

A group of children stared blankly at Xing Yingtai with enthusiastic eyes.It is conceivable that if Xing Yingtai was not here, they would definitely hug her.

Xing Yingtai said: "Lucking money is afraid of life, you'd better not touch it with your hands."

This warning is useless, because what are seven or eight-year-old children afraid of?Certainly not afraid of such a docile and amiable cat.

In two days, Xing Yingtai will start preparing for her return to school.Since he rented a new house, many things in the original room had to be moved there. Both his parents and Xing Chunlin came to help, and his father even rented a car.

The space in the car is not large, and it is already a bit cramped to accommodate a family of four, plus other sundries, the space is full.

Xing Yingtai thought about it, and decided to take Zhaocai and send it to the dormitory first.

Because some relatives might bring their children over later, Xing Yingtai was afraid of attracting money and biting people.

Xing's mother said: "The place is so small, so don't bring money."

Xing Yingtai said: "It's okay, I'll hold it."

"Take it at the end. You don't want to be lucky these days," Xing's mother said. "The nose has never been good. Why is it getting worse? Go back and see the doctor."

Xing Yingtai nodded and said, "I'm afraid that if there are children at home, they will... be bitten by Zhaocai."

It is true that Zhaocai bit Xun Xin, but it is still very obedient to Xing Yingtai's family. Although it is not allowed to be hugged, it has never moved its paws.

Xing's mother thought that Xing Yingtai was talking ironically, but she was actually afraid that the child would get rich, so she said, "It's okay to be watched by an adult."

Xing Yingtai wanted to say something else, but her younger brother who was already sitting in the car yelled:

"Brother, why are you dawdling? Hurry up, it's crowded."

Xing Yingtai looked at the remaining space in the car, then at Zhaocai, and sighed.

He held Zhaocai, put it in his backpack, thought about it, and put it under the table in his room.Xing Yingtai touched Zhaocai through the backpack, and said, "I'll be right back."

Zhao Cai was not irritable when locked up, and meowed very docilely.