Night run

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The morning in the city is still gray, and the sunlight from hundreds of millions of kilometers away lingers on and breaks through the haze formed by human beings to reach the ground.Deng Ziqiang couldn't get rid of the problem of inhaling smog on the balcony in a short time. He spit out the mouthwash, put the toothbrush into the mouthwash cup, rinsed it, and then poured it into the succulent basin in rows.

In the corner of the balcony, a pot of spider plants with leaves hanging all over the ground moved, and a plush head of three colors protruded out.Seeing Deng Ziqiang, it raised its head and miked, stretched out its two white front legs to rest on Deng Ziqiang's feet, and miked again.When it saw people leaning over to hug it, it took a step back, but it was still held by its front feet. When it was lifted up, the three-flowered cat kicked its two hind legs and pulled its round lower body out of the spider plant leaves.

When it realized that Deng Ziqiang was pinching its front feet to lead towards the edge of the balcony, the Sanhuamao twisted its forelimbs and tried to get out of Deng Ziqiang's hand. While struggling weakly, it opened its mouth. When he found that Deng Ziqiang was dragging its butt, he let go of his voice, howling until his heart was piercing.Deng Zi's movement of grabbing it from behind was much lighter, but the cat pulled the human's arm, whined twice in a low voice and then lowered its head and screamed.

Annoyed by its howling, Deng Ziqiang held the cat, the cat's voice slowed down a bit with his movements, and when Deng Ziqiang continued to send it to the balcony next door, the cat's voice came back screaming.

Deng Zi held the fat cat's fluffy buttocks and muttered to it, just as it put its front paws on the balcony railing, he was stopped by the people following him.

Sleepy-eyed Zhu Mo took the cat from Deng Ziqiang's arms, turned around and took the cat writhing in his hands into the house.

The cat stopped meowing.

Deng Ziqiang followed in doubt, and saw Zhu Mo crawling back under the quilt, only a few strands of hair hanging on the edge of the pillow were exposed, and the round three-flower squatted by the balcony door staring at him, screaming timidly, He took a step forward and put his claws on Deng Ziqiang's shoe again.

Deng Ziqiang smiled, knelt down and rubbed its head.