Chapter 518 The Cat and the Girl
“Woo…”
Tannin curled up her body, and a little orange cat was lying quietly on the path in front of her.
It's probably dead.
In young Tannin's small worldview, death is vague.
It is more like some cold words in a textbook, without any profound meaning.
And all of this always requires the first vivid example to cruelly peel off the thin veil.
Thus, those originally obscure and drowsy ancient poems about sacrifices suddenly took on a certain heavy weight.
At first, maybe it was just a kitten...
It is the coldest time of spring and it has just rained. The damp and cold air makes Tannin's nose eager to try.
Young cubs are always full of endless energy, and the cold has always been just a shackle that restricts the elders.
But the pain of loss never forgives life at any age.
Danning wants to go home to find his mother.
In the eyes of children, mother is always omnipotent.
But even Dan Ning, who had just been scolded for failing the exam, knew that even his omnipotent mother might not be able to solve the problem this time.
Once it dies, it is gone forever and no longer exists. It no longer exists in her world.
This leads to greater pain and fear - the fear of one's own demise.
After learning the truth about death, young people are not necessarily more afraid of death than older people.
The thick shadows of the night often carry with them a fear that only a warm bed can protect against.
“Woo woo…”
So Tannin cried even louder.
She began to understand fear - this is real growth.
Compared with the learning of skills and the accumulation of experience, this is a truly earth-shaking change.
"Meow?"
Just at this moment, Danning heard a faint cat's meow.
The surging blood came to an abrupt stop. Tannin wiped away his tears and looked down at his feet with tearful eyes.
The orange cat, which had been sentenced to death by the little judge, was staring at her quietly.
But the gaze no longer seemed to carry the warmth and dependence it once had, but a kind of...
A light that made Tannin feel a little scared.
Well, that old tabby cat next door is like that.
So, she picked up the orange cat, who was too weak to dodge, and ran back happily with a tearful face...
…
…
The summer sun is shining brightly
“Buzz…”
A huge gadfly was hovering nearby, making an annoying noise.
The old cow below was wagging its tail intermittently, and it was unclear whether it cared about being able to drive this guy away.
However, the orange cat sleeping on the straw pile nearby seemed a little impatient.
As the gadfly's accompaniment suddenly changed, he knocked it down with one claw.
A rooster that happened to be passing by saw it, and hurried over and swallowed it whole.
Afterwards, he walked away leisurely and slowly.
The orange cat continued to lie down without comment. It had no interest in this little thing that would get stuck in its teeth.
“Ding ding ding…”
The crisp sound of a bicycle bell came from below, and the orange cat's ears moved in response.
So, a certain young girl was somewhat disappointed.
"This lazy cat!"
Danning pouted, looked at her beautiful clothes, and then looked at the pile of straw that was full of flies due to the activities of an old cow.
The cost of climbing up was a bit too high - the young girl was a bit reluctant to part with her clean little skirt.
Perhaps it was because the memories from his childhood were so profound that Danning always felt that his orange cat was somewhat magical.
Of course, it is the age of youth and romance after all.
What's more, it coincided with the rise of fantasy novels, so naturally there were some eccentric actions that I would wish to revisit in the future.
Gritting his teeth, Tannin looked furtively towards his home.
I didn’t see my mother holding a broom…
Safety!
So, after the straw went around in circles.
Danning found a relatively clean place, exerted force with both hands, and pushed himself up.
The straw pile at home was tied up quite tightly, so Tannin was not afraid of it collapsing.
When I went up, sure enough, there was an orange cat lying there lazily.
As far as I can remember, this guy always looks like this except when he's eating.
But that’s not always the case.
Tannin knew that this lazy guy would catch fish on his own.
That was an excellent topic that once helped Dan Ning score 58 points in his Chinese language composition exam.
Although the teacher's final evaluation was: full of excellent imagination in describing details.
But her cat really knows how to catch fish!
There were no fancy moves, it was as if it knew the fish was there.
He stretched out his claws and caught the fish in one go.
Unfortunately, the mother found out that the orange cat didn't eat at home because his plate was eaten by a puppy.
The orange cat's dish was washed and then placed high up.
So, the already lazy orange cat stopped fishing.
This disappointed Tannin.
"Meow."
Tannin called out to the orange cat, but all he got was a tail wagging nonchalantly.
Tannin didn't take it seriously, as many orange cats are very friendly.
But her home is naturally different from other places.
"My teacher said my English grades were too poor. If I couldn't improve them, it would be risky to get into a key high school."
There was no one around, so Danning vented his troubles to the orange cat.
She didn't know and didn't want to know whether the orange cat understood what she said or what unrealistic feedback it gave.
But the troubles of youth and the pressure of studies always require a quiet and pure listener.
The orange cat ignored it and continued to lie there lazily.
It naturally does not understand the importance of academic studies...
After all, it's just a cat.
How could a cat understand this?
Danning curled his lips and thought.
"I kind of want to learn painting, but it seems hard to support myself with that."
"Besides, I feel like my mom won't support me, and I don't want to add burden to my family..."
Danning pursed his lips and said with some distress.
"I really hope I can grow up soon so I can go to work and earn money."
Tannin lay down with the orange cat, looking at the golden sky outside the shade of the tree, and said some words that were a mixture of childishness and maturity.
"Meow."
The orange cat was probably a little annoyed with her, and scratched Danning's right hand with its claws.
"My new clothes!"
Danning looked at the plum blossom-shaped claw mark on his right hand and said angrily.
She rubbed it but it didn't come off, so it seemed like it was already imprinted on her.
She stood up again and looked at her skirt, and found no traces of cat claws on it , so she breathed a sigh of relief.
So she stared at the orange cat lying there with ill intent, hoping to see if she could take the opportunity to pet it.
However, many failed experiences told her that this might not work.
But I was a little worried that I would really dirty my clothes and get scolded by my mom.
Danning had no choice but to look fiercely at the orange cat, then waved his hand and jumped down.
And in the lazy vertical pupils of the orange cat, the summer scene is emitting a golden halo.
Cats miss...
