Chapter 63 The cat is on the branch and the wind blows the hair
The winter sky is gray and white.
On the shore of Linzhong Lake, trees of different thicknesses and heights are scattered in the grove, enjoying the cold weather for several months this year. On the branches, those once green and pleasant leaves have long since disappeared with the north wind, only
Leave behind bare branches and scarred white or brown bark.
Right now, although there are not a single leaf on these trees, they are full of abundant ‘fruits’.
These 'fruits' are either white, yellow, or black, and each one is fluffy. The small one is only as big as an apple, and the big one is as big as a watermelon. They are hanging on dry branches and are swaying slightly with the cool breeze blowing over the lake.
With.
Zheng Qing is also one of these ‘fruits’.
Yes, these 'fruits' are actually cats of different colors and sizes.
Ever since Jiuyou Academy issued a notice about catching mice to calculate the final assessment, the cats in the pet shop on the pedestrian street of Beta Town were sold out in the blink of an eye. The wizard who did not have a pet naturally did not hesitate and bought one.
Examine insurance; even those wizards who originally had pets are eager to try it, and many people have recently asked the petting zoo guards about whether they can keep multiple pets.
For Zheng Qing, this matter has both advantages and disadvantages.
The advantage is that there are more cats wandering around the school, and his concealment after transformation has also been greatly improved - because there are too many strange cats, the black cat is not so noticeable when it is wandering around openly.
The bad thing is that Zheng Qing can no longer get rid of the definition of "cat catching mice" - in view of the fact that a cat raised by a classmate has successfully caught many mice, other hunters in the Exoneration Hunting Team have even begun to discuss privately whether to raise funds.
Spending money to hire your own captain is a lot of hard work.
When Zheng Qing first heard Fatty Xin making this suggestion, he almost took out his Colt Python from the gray cloth bag and shot his fat face.
He just turned into a cat, not a real cat!
Besides, who would want to catch a dirty thing like a mouse?
They are all wizards, but it’s not like they don’t know magic!
Full of resentment, the young public-funded student turned into a cat, slipped out of the dormitory early in the morning, and rushed to the lakeside without looking back - he wanted to see the mouse hole under the oak tree again.
If it is not opened, or if the little white cat has come back, there is no time to listen to a greasy fat man nagging.
Saturday morning is a clean morning. Especially after winter, even the people doing morning exercises are much sparse. If he hadn't turned into a cat, there should be Zheng Qing among the young wizards doing morning exercises.
Of course, now that he is a cat, a little black cat about a foot tall, he naturally does not need to go to Feiyuan for morning exercise.
Stepping on the cold stone road, sniffing the soft sunshine, the black cat's ears pulled back slightly, and a trace of melancholy flashed across his eyes.
A few days ago, when he asked Jiang Yu about her "plan", although the witch denied it, she did not clearly tell the wizard when the plan would be launched. For some reason, this made Zheng Qing feel a little more involuntarily.
irritable.
My mind is restless, so I seek purification.
This is why when Lao Yao told him that there was no problem with the transformation technique, Zheng Qing quickly chose to become a cat again - he found that when he was a cat, he would not have so many worries, and he would not have to be a cat all the time.
Guess the girl's thoughts that you can never guess.
The black cat ran through the small square, crossed the forest path, crossed the rockery, and finally stopped in front of the grove beside Linzhong Lake.
Originally, he planned to go under the oak tree to see if the mouse hole was still there. But not far away, those 'hairball fruits' attracted the black cat's attention like a magnet - I wonder if it was because the air at high places was fresher.
Some thirty or forty cats of different coat colors and sizes were either squatting, lying down, or simply hanging between the branches and twigs, motionless.
Occasionally, the breeze from the lake blows by, stirring their big furry tails hanging in the air, swaying, just like the willow catkins in full bloom in early spring.
"Meow!" A civet cat lowered its head, saw the black cat squatting on the ground, and shouted in a friendly voice.
Zheng Qing jumped up from the spot as if his hair was exploding, looked at the civet cat with bared teeth, and almost roared: "I am a wizard! Not a cat! I won't squat in a ball in a tree like you.
It’s on the branch!”
The movement of the black cat attracted the attention of other cats in the tree.
Either curious, indifferent, or confused, all kinds of eyes fell on the black cats invariably - the only thing that was the same was that these cats didn't even move, as if they were stuck to the branches with strong glue.
This is very difficult for cats who are very curious. On weekdays, even if a paper crane flies in front of a cat, seventeen or eight cats will work together to catch it and play with it.
After hesitating for a long time, the black cat finally decided to climb up and take a look - just to take a look! See what those cats were doing, so that he wouldn't lie down among the tree branches and take a nap like them in the early morning!
So, with a short run-up, the black cat jumped several times and easily jumped onto an empty fork.
Well, not to mention, the air on the branches is indeed quite fresh.
It's much better than the turbid ones by the lake, with a bit of fish-men's odor - especially for cats, their keen sense of smell always allows them to catch more bad smells.
Zheng Qing curled up and put his tail straight up in the air, rising and falling slowly in the breeze like other cats.
Hmm, maybe it's because the height is closer to the sun? For some reason, Zheng Qing felt a warm feeling all over his body. He couldn't help but think of the "Two Children Debate the Sun" that he learned a long time ago - the sun rises and is cool,
In the middle of the day, it's like exploring a soup. Isn't it hot for people who are close to you, but cool for people who are far away?
Leisurely, leisurely, enjoying the early winter sun among the branches with other cats, Zheng Qing almost forgot what he had to do.
Until a familiar voice came from under the tree:
"Meow meow!"
"Meow~~"
The black cat finally opened his eyes, tilted his head and looked down.
A short witch in a red robe was holding a furry teddy bear in one hand and a small dried fish in the other. She looked up at the hairballs on the tree and meowed softly from time to time, hoping that a cat would
In response, he jumped down and played with her.
The fried dried fish exudes an attractive aroma, which makes the cat's index finger lick.
There were several big cats that were obviously fatter than other cats. Faced with this temptation, they stood up hesitantly, as if they were still torn between taking a nap and eating delicious food.
Only the black cat decisively closed its eyes, ignored the little girl's temptation, and even collected its tail that was hanging in the air and wrapped it around its waist.
That girl Li Meng is not easy to get along with.
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