"Woo..."
Tan Ning curled up, and a little orange cat was lying there quietly on the path in front of her.
It's probably dead.
In young Tan Ning's small world view, death is vague.
It is more like a cold vocabulary in a textbook, without too deep meaning.
And all of this always requires the first vivid example to cruelly peel off the thin veil.
As a result, those ancient memorial poems that were originally obscure and drowsy suddenly took on some heavy weight.
At first, maybe it was just a kitten...
Now is the time of late spring cold, it has just rained a little, and the damp and cold air makes Tan Nin's nose feel eager to try.
Young cubs are always full of endless vitality, and cold is always a shackle that restricts the elderly.
But the pain of loss is never forgiven for life at any age.
Tan Ning wants to go home to find her mother.
In the eyes of children, mothers are always omnipotent.
But even Tan Ning, who had been reprimanded for failing the exam earlier, knew that the almighty mother might not be able to solve it this time.
When it dies, it means it disappears forever. It is no longer there. It no longer exists in her world.
This leads to greater pain and fear - the fear of one's own demise.
After knowing the truth about death, young cubs are not necessarily more afraid of death than older people.
The thick shadows of the night often bring with them the fear that only a warm bed can resist.
"Woooo..."
Then Tan Nin cried even louder.
She begins 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?"
At this moment, Tan Ning heard a faint meow.
The turbulence stopped suddenly, and Tan Ning wiped away a handful of muddy tears, and then looked at his feet with tearful eyes.
The orange cat, which had been sentenced to death by the little judge, was staring at her quietly.
It’s just that the warmth and dependence in the eyes no longer seem to be there, but a kind of...
A light that made Tan Nin feel a little intimidated.
Well, that old civet flower next door is like that.
So, she picked up the orange cat, which was too weak to escape in time, and hurriedly ran back with a crying face...
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The summer sun is shining brightly
"Buzz..."
A huge gadfly hovered nearby, making a disturbing noise.
The old cow below was wagging its tail one after another, not knowing whether it cared about being able to drive this guy away.
But the orange cat, who was sleeping on the straw pile next to him, was a little impatient.
To the accompaniment of the gadfly's sudden change of tune, he shot it down with a single paw.
The rooster who happened to be passing by noticed it and hurried over with a small step and swallowed it whole.
Then, he slowly left leisurely.
The orange cat continued to lie down without comment. It had no interest in this little tooth-stuffing thing.
"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 a little disappointed.
"This lazy cat!"
Tan Ning pouted, looked at his beautiful clothes, and then looked at the pile of straw that was covered with flies due to the activities of an old cow.
The cost of climbing up is a bit too high - the young girl is reluctant to part with her clean little skirt.
Maybe it's because his childhood memories are really deep, but Tan Ning always feels that his orange cat is a bit mysterious.
Of course, after all, this is the age of youth and romance.
What's more, as we are catching up with the rise of fantasy novels, there are naturally some unique behaviors that we would like to repeat in the future.
Gritting his teeth, Tan Ning looked furtively toward his home.
I didn’t find my mother holding a broom...
Safety!
So, after spinning around in the straw.
Tan Ning found a relatively clean place and pushed himself up with his hands.
The straw at home is piled quite tightly, so Tannin is not afraid of being crushed.
After going up, sure enough, a certain orange cat was lying there lazily.
In my memory, this guy always looked like this except when he was eating.
But that's not always the case.
Tan Ning knew that this lazy guy would catch fish by himself.
That was an excellent topic that once helped Tan Ning score 58 points in his Chinese language essay.
Although the teacher’s final evaluation was: full of excellent imagination in describing details.
But her cat really knows how to fish!
There were no fancy movements, it was as if it knew the fish was there.
Pull out the claws and grab the fish in one go.
Unfortunately, after the mother found out the truth about the orange cat not eating at home because his plate was patronized by a puppy.
The orange cat's plate was washed and then placed high.
As a result, the already lazy orange cat stopped fishing.
This disappoints the tannins.
"mum."
Tan Nin called the orange cat, but all he got was a tail wagging as if nothing had happened.
Tan Ning doesn’t take it seriously, many orange cats belong to relatives.
But her home is naturally different from other places.
"The teacher said that my English scores are too poor. If I can't make it, it would be dangerous to pass the exam for a key high school."
There was no one around, so Tan Ning vented his troubles to the orange cat.
She didn't know, nor did she want to know, whether the orange cat understood what she said, or what kind of unrealistic feedback she gave.
But the troubles of youth and the pressure of studies always require a quiet and pure audience.
The orange cat ignored it and still lay there lazily.
Naturally, it does not understand the importance of studies...
After all, it's just a cat.
How can a cat understand this?
Tan Ning curled his lips and thought.
"I kind of want to learn painting, but I find it difficult to support myself through that."
"And I feel like my mother is not very supportive of me, and I don't want to put a burden on my family..."
Tan Ning pursed his lips and said with some distress.
"I really hope to grow up early so that I can go to work and make money."
Tan Ning lay down with the orange cat, looking at the golden sky outside the shade of the tree, and said some childish and mature words.
"Meow."
The orange cat was probably a little annoyed with her, so he gently plucked Tan Nin's right hand with his paw.
"My new clothes!"
Dan Ning looked at the plum blossom-like paw prints on his right hand and said angrily.
She rubbed it but didn't remove it, it seemed like it was imprinted on it.
She stood up and looked at her little skirt again, and found that there were no traces of cat claws on it, so she breathed a sigh of relief.
So she stared at the orange cat lying there maliciously, trying to see if she could take the opportunity to go up and stroke it.
However, many failed experiences told her: I’m afraid this won’t work.
But I was a little worried that my clothes would be stained and my mother would scold me.
Tan Ning had no choice but to snap at the orange cat, then waved his hand and jumped down.
In the orange cat's lazy vertical pupils, the summer scene is exuding a golden halo.
Make the cat miss...
This chapter has been completed!