Future driving recorder

Qi He has recently started dreaming.

The dream has the same depth and shade of warm colors as the autumn day. The thick color patches are as saturated as the ginkgo trees, and the light places are as light as pomegranate juice mixed with transparent soda.

In such a watercolor-like space, the back of the same person often appears.

The man was thin, with short black hair. While recording something on the map on the wall, he seemed to be talking softly to someone. Even if he couldn't hear even a few words, he could be sure that his voice was very gentle.

Qi He can be sure that this person is very important to him, so important that he can't help but feel nostalgia and pain just by looking at his back.

It's just that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get close to that figure in his dream.

And the man turned his back to him from beginning to end, never turning his head.

The moment he opened his eyes, all the bright and dark color blocks faded away like a tide.

The cool autumn wind lifted the curtains, Qi He reached out to dry the corners of his eyes, got up and packed the quilt, took off Lu Jingming's pajamas from the upper bunk that he had no time to dismantle, and carried them downstairs together with his own change of clothes.

Lu Jingming always gets up very early recently, and he is already busy in the kitchen by this point.After setting up the cleaning program, Qi He went to the corner and squatted down, saying hello with a smile:

"Good morning, Ms. Mocha."

"Meow." Mocha, who was lying beside the glass tank, responded softly.

"Are you waiting for it today?" Qi He tilted his head to look at the huge glass jar, and found the small chrysalis among the dried flowers, "Ah, it's still sleeping."

Mocha flicked his tail slightly, not looking impatient.

Qi He stretched out his hand and gently smoothed its hair. The color of this cat's fur was unknowingly lighter than a month ago, and it could hardly be called an orange cat anymore.

The cat with hay-colored hair also has quiet and gentle eyes, just like an angel passing by the world.

Today's cat meal has been replaced with nutritious liquid food, because yesterday's breakfast Mocha vomited after eating only half of it, and there was no way to feed it after that. Lu Jingming and Qi He stayed together until the early morning hours, until they saw it finally woke up. After drinking some fish soup in spirit, I dared to rest in peace.

The doctor said, it's just a few days.

"How does it taste?" Sitting next to Mocha, Lu Jingming wanted to reach out and gently touch its ears, but unexpectedly, the cat, which was buried in eating, suddenly raised its head and rubbed its fluffy head against his hand.

"It seems that the evaluation is very high." Qi He looked at Lu Jingming's surprised expression and smiled.

"...Thank you." Lu Jingming finally recovered from the surprise of being given face, rubbed Mocha's head with emotion and said, "This guy was so gentle to me last time, but he was just a little kitten who couldn't stand upright." Woolen cloth."

"We met at such a young age?" Qi He asked.

"Well. Mocha was rescued by grandma from the grass on the side of the mountain road. At that time, it was the only one left alive in the litter, and it was kept alive by feeding goat milk with a syringe." Lu Jingming stroked Mocha's tail and recalled.

"It likes my grandma very much. When it grows up a little bit, it often goes along with her, the poor me who is still a primary school student."

There is really nothing wrong with claiming elders.Hearing this, Qi He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, and looked at Mocha again.

The silent family finished their meal slowly, and began to comb the fur on the back of their paws carefully and meticulously, so naturally and decently, just like every day before.

People can't help but have the illusion that such daily life can last.

Three days later in the morning, Lu Jingming prepared breakfast as usual, put it beside Mocha's throne, and invited it to come and enjoy it.

This time, however, the cat sleeping in the corner nest did not respond.

"...Mocha?" Lu Jingming looked blankly at the corner and called out again.

Still no response.

Qi He stood by the door in a daze, watching Lu Jingming slowly get up and walk towards the cat's nest, then knelt down softly as if afraid of disturbing him.

The fluffy cat struggled to open its eyes and looked up at him quietly, its thin abdomen rising and falling slightly.

"...Today's meal is also delicious, why don't you get up and try it?" Lu Jingming lowered his head and forced a smile and said to it, "And your favorite canned food, there are a lot of them at home, three for a meal No problem."

Qi He walked forward quietly, bent down, and gently pressed his right hand on Lu Jingming's shoulder.

"Meow." Mocha looked at the two people in front of him with half-opened eyes, and called out angrily, with weakness and hard work that could not be ignored in his voice.

Lu Jingming froze in place unconsciously, as if all his strength was taken away by this tiny syllable, and every word he wanted to say turned into bitterness flowing back to the bottom of his heart.

The human heart is an extremely complicated thing. Sometimes even though we know what we must face next, we still can’t let go of the vain luck. Sometimes we clearly know that the other party is suffering, but we still hope that it will persist, and persist a little longer, as if this is the way to go It's like a miracle.

In the face of eternal parting, human beings always seem to forget how to express true tenderness and love.

Qi He lowered his head and closed his eyes, then looked up at Lu Jingming, and said to him in a hoarse voice, "Let it go."

Lu Jingming's eyes were red, and he didn't speak for a while.

"Let it go..." Qi He repeated in a sigh-like tone, "We can't keep it."

Alpha finally responded this time.

He wiped away the tears from his cheeks, took a deep breath, and nodded with difficulty.

Lu Jingming once spent a long time thinking about what death is.

In the days when he missed his grandmother, he witnessed flower petals sprinkled all over the courtyard, witnessed the cicada withering on the branches, and instilled various philosophies in himself, but in the end he still didn't get close to the answer to the question.

Perhaps the question itself is unsolvable.

"Meow..." Mocha called out as if feeling something, and raised his head vigorously, as if he wanted to touch Lu Jingming in front of him.

Lu Jingming slowly stretched out his palm and placed it under its head, feeling the little weight on his palm.

Death belongs to all life. It makes no sense that only humans feel sad. Maybe cats are not afraid, but they don’t want to use such cute little heads to hold those boring philosophical thoughts.

Meow.The final vocal line perfectly coincides with the initial one.

The world is still very good, but the life that belongs to it has come to an end.

Lu Jingming slowly relaxed the tense strength on his shoulders, he opened and closed his mouth, and the expression on his face struggled and changed a few times before he finally whispered to Mocha:

"...go at ease."

"I hope you can see her again."

As if understanding what he said, the cat nestled in the palm opened its eyes and looked at Lu Jingming and Qi He quietly for a while, then slowly closed its eyes.

The ups and downs of the fluffy abdomen gradually became smaller, and finally completely lost its movement.

... Something precious disappeared from this small body.

Lu Jingming knelt and sat on the spot, staring at it without moving.

Qi He silently turned his face away, reaching out to wipe off the moisture on his cheeks.

After an unknown amount of time, in the silent room, suddenly there was a slight bumping sound.

Qi He turned his head when he heard the sound, then patted Lu Jingming on the shoulder in a daze, motioning him to look over.

In the transparent square fish tank, a white butterfly is trying to flap its wings, flapping the glass in a random way.

Qi He got up and stepped forward, and lifted the glass cover on the top.

The newborn butterflies flew out of the glass tank, lingered around the heads of the two of them, then flew over the window and flew away unhurriedly.

I don't know if it ever thought that its dancing posture could be so graceful when it was just a little caterpillar...

Like life, it flows endlessly.

The author says:

Bye bye Mocha, you stupid humans will take care of themselves.

In addition, if you like orange cats, I recommend paying attention to an up host named "Big orange is very heavy-" at station b. Miss Tiantian is serving three picked big oranges. She is in a stand-up comic style, which is funny, cute and real , it is not recommended to watch while eating or drinking hehe