The end game [Zhongyingmei]

The setting sun passed through the car window, like a flame that never goes out.

The carriage was empty, and the gusty wind poured in violently with the opened door. It was cool and refreshing, pushing the smell of pastries to Clark's nose.

He stepped on the soft red carpet in the carriage, and couldn't help observing it: solid wood armrests, solid wood table boards, red leather high-back seats of the same color as the carpet, and crystal wall lamps hanging on the inner wall of the carriage, all of which explained The comfort level of this train.

Behind him, there was a heavy yell from the carriage door.

Clark turned around holding the dream bottle, just in time to see the scene where the girl was struggling to close the door of the carriage.

Her arms stretched straight, her blond hair fell like a waterfall, and her waist was bent back into an astonishingly beautiful bow, like a girl described in ancient Greek mythology who would be loved by the gods.

The Kryptonian was about to go to help, but the dream witch had successfully closed the door and tightened the rotary valve.

"come on."

The dream witch waved to him, showing a nonchalant look, brushing away the blond hair blown by the wind on her face, "There are no passengers in this carriage, it's quite boring, we don't need to stay here."

Her dress was dragging on the ground, two or three steps away from Clark, and she led him to the next carriage in a familiar way.

The Kryptonian paid attention to his speed so that he would not step on the skirt of the dream witch.

Every step is trapped in the soft carpet, and the scent of pastries lingers in the air more and more intensely. Clark can smell the smell of chocolate, the aroma of syrup, and the sweetness of various fruits mixed.

"Oh!"

The dream witch suddenly said, "No wonder!"

"What's wrong?" Clark immediately raised his head, "Is there something wrong?"

The big dog, whose body and mind were relaxed, shook his head suddenly, and resumed his working state, his vigilance was quite good.

But Sisley's purpose is not this.

"The next section is the dining car."

The girl turned around with a smile on her face, leaned against the sliding door of the carriage, and looked at Superman, "Are you ready to welcome the enthusiasm of the passengers?"

"The good kind of enthusiasm, or the bad kind?"

Clark held the bottle in his hand cautiously and asked softly.

"Okay kind of enthusiasm, maybe."

The dream witch looked at him and couldn't help laughing out loud, "Okay! Don't be afraid! You and your bottle will be fine, okay?"

The light was warm, and there seemed to be a lake in her purple eyes. It was a little tear from her laughing too much. Clark looked at her for a while, and was infected by her smile. He couldn't help showing a shy smile as well. .

After obtaining his consent, the dream witch's white fingers touched the groove of the sliding door, and the door slid silently, revealing the scene behind the carriage.

"…………"

Clark's pupils narrowed slightly, looking at the scene in front of him, he suddenly lost the ability to express a certain language.

"Please come in."

The dream witch said beside him.

Even though his mind was blank, Clark still obeyed her and took a step forward; he heard the sound of the dream witch coming in behind him, and the sliding door was closed again, indicating that he had officially entered the carriage.

At this moment, the original passengers in the carriage also noticed their existence and were watching them quietly.

Clark, stared at by dozens of pairs of cats, dogs, birds, birds, monkeys, monkeys, fish and fish: "..."

He stared at the tuxedo of an elegantly seated cat, and couldn't help but feel the turmoil in his heart.

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

"I remember you."

The cat that he was subconsciously staring at suddenly started talking.

It straightened up slowly, "stand up" from the seat, and looked at Clark with good eyes.

This cat has a pair of warm amber eyes, Clark can see the beautiful orange markings on its body, its small tuxedo is imposing, and the white bow on its Adam's apple shows a certain expensive gentlemanly demeanor.

Not knowing whether it was the fact that the cat could talk, or the fact that the cat was wearing a tuxedo that was more expensive than him, Clark was more shocked. "Remember" him————

Something light, furry, and soft rose into the air and landed in his arms.

It was the majestic cat just now.

Clark froze, the little creature's two front paws pressed against his chest, and the two amber cat eyes stared at him quietly. The Kryptonian was a little uncertain for a while, whether this kitten would raise its paws , drawing a line across his eyes.

He wanted to find the Dream Witch as if asking for help, but before Clark turned his head, his jaw was rubbed by something furry.

————— The orange cat slowly lowered its head, and buried its head into Clark's jaw.

It no longer supports its body with its two paws, but lies obediently in the Kryptonian's arms, making soft purring sounds, as it did a long, long time ago.

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Feeling the warm cat's body under his jaw, he hugged the dream bottle tightly in his arms.

"Ten years ago, in a tree," the cat whispered, "you saved me, you may not remember, but I remember you, I always remember you."

"...Why did you appear here?" Clark asked a little difficultly.

"I think it's because I'm dead." Mao Mao rubbed his jaw and said in a very calm tone, "but don't worry."

Clark was silent, quietly listening to the cat's words.

"...I was having a good time the day I died."

Maomao purred even louder, "The family who adopted me would open a can for me every day, and I would have small dried fish to eat until I was too old to chew anymore. I lived to a small tree outside the window. The sapling grew into a shade-shading tree with a trunk as thick as my water bowl."

"…yes?"

Clarke said, mentally calculating the trunk "as thick as a water bowl."

"Ah."

Maomao stabbed at his jaw and said in a muffled voice.

"In the past ten years, I have been preparing a gift for you every day, but you have never appeared once."

"………sorry."

Clark held the dream bottle in one hand, and finally freed his hand to touch the cat, "Can I still get these gifts now?"

"Of course." Maomao said tolerantly, "but I only have one gift left."

Golden dots of light appeared in front of Clark's eyes, and more and more, until they finally gathered into the shape of a small butterfly, followed by a thin line and a stick.

"This is my favorite cat teaser."

Maomao said quietly, "Even now, I really want to flutter this little butterfly——so, I will give you my favorite."

Clark didn't understand the "so" of Maomao, and Maomao's logic was always weird, but this did not prevent the Kryptonians from perceiving the orange cat's undisguised preference for him.

Even though it's a talking cat, it purrs and its fur smells like sun-baked quilts.

"Thank you." He thanked solemnly, "I will keep it well and keep it by my side forever."

"That's good."

Mao Mao raised his head and looked at him for a few seconds.

Clark was taken aback by this wonderful and quiet atmosphere, and also said nothing.

So the cat leaned forward tenderly, nose-to-nose with Clark, and pressed his forehead—as every cat that is full of love for humans would do, and then jumped from his arms back to his own. seat.

Clark was a little unexpressedly disappointed, he wrapped the cat teaser that was solid in the air around the dream bottle, and raised his head again.

————— In the carriage, more cats put down their food and were staring at him.

In the next second, Clark's entire face was covered by the furries that swooped over.

Some cats crawled hard against gravity on his back, some sat on his insteps, some squatted on his head, some kept rubbing against his neck, what else? The wet little thing was licking his hand, itchy and a little painful.

Clark's face was rubbed by various fabrics, the material of the suit, the sequins of the evening dress, the satin of the dress, and the fur of the cat was also unceremoniously smeared on his face, long-haired cats, short-haired cats , a cat that smells like shampoo.

————— There are cats everywhere, and he is surrounded by a sea of ​​fur.

The Kryptonian is wrapped in sweet troubles, holding a huge glass bottle, still standing still like a mountain.

After all the cats quieted down and confirmed each other's positions, Clark's eyes regained brightness.

He turned his head to look at the car window, the reflection there reflected his appearance at this time, but wherever he could stand and hang his claws, there was a cat, each of them refused to make a sound, but every They just leaned comfortably on him.

Clark looked at the tortoiseshell cat lying on his head in the reflection, and suddenly understood something.

"I remember you."

He whispered to the heavy burden on his head, "You're the cat that was put in the bag and thrown into the river, weren't you?"

The huge being snorted, indicating that what he said was correct.

"Then how do you—"

The cat sitting on his shoulder interrupted Clark.

"We are all very happy." The cat's voice is crisp, and the reflection shows that it is a beautiful Sphynx cat wearing a fluffy blue coat. "We will have happy memories every day , therefore, we would like to give you such a gift."

"...Give it to me?"

Clark murmured.

"Yes."

The sphinx cat stared at Clark for a while with its big ice blue eyes, and she also purred, rubbing Clark's cheek lovingly.

When this little life was touching him, Clark could feel the blood flowing under its thin skin and the throbbing heartbeat. Its skin had a wonderful touch different from other cats and cats, and its body was warmer, as if A self-heating silk and satin.

So golden light spots appeared in front of Clark's eyes again, they were as strong as a newborn sun, and just like the sun, Clark's heart was filled with a kind of warmth that wanted to cry.

"..."

Instead of crying, he showed a sincere smile.

In the chaos, some passenger thoughtfully dragged a huge rattan basket, so the gifts of cats and cats fell into it one after another after showing it to Clark; , a tree branch with fruit, a fish bite bag with catnip, a comfortable and strong cat litter, a beautiful food bowl... Every cat will tell Clark the story between himself and him , and then politely jumped back to his seat. There are some things that even Clark himself doesn't quite remember, but these cats remember clearly.

The cats and cats have never forgotten Clark. A pair of warm hands once fell from the sky, comforting them who were trembling and desperately struggling on the verge of death, and gave them a new life and meaning ever since.

—————— There are so many humans in the world, but Clark can still see them.