Xueba at the same table from the future

Chapter 129 What color is the bean curd

"You brought home another cat—"

When Chen Mu took the kitten in his arms home, he didn't notice the sunset glow in the sky at dusk.

The uncle sat drinking alone in the courtyard, waiting for his little brat to come home.

"Shh-"

Chen Mu looked down at the cat who was purring in his arms, and chose to keep silent in response.

"Tsk tsk-"

The uncle poured the last few drops of wine from the green gourd in his hand to the corner of his mouth, and he smacked his mouth twice: "You boy, it's..."

Stop half of the words.

The bad old man glanced at the cat purring comfortably in Chen Mu's arms, and subconsciously lowered his voice a little.

"Instead, you and that little girl are getting more and more married. Last time you slept on someone's lap, she did the same."

After finishing his sentence, the uncle winked at Chen Mu, his muddy old eyes were full of thieves.

"...", Chen Mu did not respond to the uncle, but gently placed the old cat on the vacant bench next to the uncle.

That was the position reserved for Chen Mu by the uncle, from the past to the present.

As for this habit, it was developed a long time ago.

"Master, this time is different from last time. Last time it was a kitten, but this time it is an old cat."

Chen Mu gave the uncle a begging look, listening to the purring of the cat while waiting for the uncle to respond.

"Little bastard, you know, your uncle doesn't like cats." The bad old man just glanced at the pale yellow ball on the bench, and then quickly added words.

"The kitten you brought back last time was full of illnesses. If it weren't for your uncle being rich... cough cough."

Speaking of this, the uncle touched the gourd in front of him very naturally, with a little complacency in his tone.

"It seems that I didn't buy the gourd in vain back then. The old man's habit of touching his legs has completely changed from touching his legs to touching the gourd." Chen Mu smacked his mouth twice, and began to complain in his heart.

"..." Seeing that Chen Mu hadn't responded for a long time, the uncle suddenly stopped the ten-thousand-character long text, and turned his attention to the sleeping cat again.

"Hululu——", Maomao didn't intend to pay attention to these two chattering idiots, it slept extremely sweetly and peacefully.

"But the two cats also have the same thing, that is, they have no home." Chen Mu looked at the bean skin-colored kitten with a little pity.

Chen Mu had already thought of a solution in his heart for the uncle's possible disapproval of raising a cat.

A: Peaceful means - pull down the thick skin that I have not used for many years, and beg for mercy for this cute cat.

B: Violent means——Pay a few packs of cucumber-flavored potato chips that Little Squirrel loves most, and invite Li Xinxi to come over tomorrow to plead for mercy with this bad old man.

And if those two options don't work, there's even a third option, which is—

"This cat is very old, almost dying." Just as Chen Mu was thinking about it, the uncle who had been watching the cat for a long time narrowed his eyes and gave his own judgment.

"Huh—?", looking at the serious expression on the face of the uncle beside him, Chen Mu suddenly realized.

All the thoughts in my mind just now lost their effectiveness at this moment.

Only in this matter, even if Li Xinxi is invited to act like a baby together, they will definitely not be able to convince this bad old man who is too serious to be serious.

"Then, why don't I send it to Huameng?" Chen Mu then squatted down and touched Mao Mao's small head, leaving only a half-squatting back for the uncle.

It was a rare silence between the two today.

"You kid..." The uncle shook the empty gourd in his hand, and his cloudy eyes almost narrowed into a line: "Your uncle didn't say no to keeping it. If you keep it, you will keep it. It's okay if the cat is about to die. When An Anxin sends this gadget for a ride."

"It's just... just wait until you help the whole nest by yourself, and your uncle won't get involved."

After finishing his sentence, the uncle turned his head and looked at the sunset in the sky: "Little brat, it rained sun today, did you see it?"

"It's down at home too?" Seeing that the uncle finally agreed to himself, Chen Mu unconsciously moved a little softer: "Master, is there a rainbow yet?"

"Not out..." The uncle smacked his lips twice: "But I didn't go to play cards, so I can only drink at home."

Hearing the sound of An Xin snoring from the bench beside him, the drowsy old man seemed to have fallen into a long memory again.

"I remember that year, it was also raining like this. Xiao Yu said something polite to me. Although I couldn't understand it, I still vaguely remember it until now..."

"Meow~" In the middle of the sentence, the cat, which was curled up on the small bench, stopped purring, its tail flicked, its ears were erected, and its blue eyes slightly opened a small slit.

The bad old man and the blue-eyed cat met their eyes inexplicably at this moment.

"(⊙_⊙)"

It's a two-two confusion that is visible to the naked eye.

"Hiss—" In less than three seconds, Maomao let out a low growl restlessly at the uncle on the other bench, arching his back slightly as a threat.

"This?", the uncle moved his seat back a little scared: "Little brat, why didn't you say that this cat is so fierce?"

"Are you fierce? I think it's okay." Seeing that Mao Mao had moved closer to him, Chen Mu stroked Mao Mao's chin with blue eyes: "Although it looks very irritable on the surface, it is actually very gentle."

"Then why is it?", the uncle just pointed out his finger, and Maomao let out a low growl at him again.

"What?" Chen Mu calmed Mao Mao down again: "I think Mao Mao has its own thoughts, right Mao Mao."

"Meow~~~", what responded to Chen Mu was Maomao's gentle slap and its elongated soft and waxy cat cat tail sound.

"What do you think? This is a typical case of judging people by their appearance." The uncle cursed angrily in a low voice.

"Master, there are some things, ahem... Actually, it's not beautiful to say it." Chen Mu's hands became a little gentle again.

"Meow~", Chen Mu responded naturally: "Maomao, do you have a name?"

"Whoosh-"

"Maomao said it doesn't have a name." After a short exchange, Chen Mu looked at the old man who was already dull-faced, and scratched his head shyly: "Master, I actually learned a little bit of cat language when I was fine. "

"Your school can still learn cat language?"

"Yes." Chen Mu's answer was very positive.

"Hmm... um, you bastard! Little bastard, don't bully me for not studying enough." The uncle stood up cursingly, and picked up the bench facing Chen Mu.

But listening to Chen Mu's next questioning words, the old man stopped halfway and put down the bench in his hand.

"Master, who are you scaring? Since you were young, you have never been willing to beat me once."

The words changed.

"Speaking of which, this cat hasn't been named yet..." Chen Mu gave the uncle a questioning look.

You know, Chen Mu is far more skilled at coaxing old urchins than girls.

as predicted.

As soon as the words finished this time, the bad old man cleared his throat tactically and then raised his head: "I think this cat's eyes are blue, why not call it Qing'er."

"Tsk - well-mannered," Chen Mu curled his lips in disdain.

"Hiss—" Hearing this slightly greasy name, Mao Mao's figure suddenly paused slightly at this moment.

But this abnormal state only lasted for a short moment, and Mao Mao quickly returned to normal, and then protested with low growls.

"Master, Maomao said it doesn't like this name."

"—?"

The uncle shut his mouth suddenly and picked up the bench below again.

The bad old man really wants to rush to the school right now, to greet the little bastard's teacher.

"Don't scare the cat." Chen Mu naturally protected the cat behind him.

"Then what name do you plan to choose?" The uncle gently put down the bench in his hand again, and even the voice of inquiry became weaker unconsciously.

In order to hide his embarrassment, the bad old man finally chose to go to the corner and spread the newly bought small oil-paper umbrella on the ground.

"When it was raining just now, I was going to play cards, but the rain stopped halfway through. That's a godsend. It made people lose interest in playing cards."

"I was busy drinking and chatting with you, little brat, but I didn't dry this umbrella all the time."

"..."

The bad old man started chattering as usual every day.

"Stop it, stop it, stop it, my brain hurts."

10 minute later.

Chen Mu waved his hand angrily, and then glanced at the oiled paper umbrella bathed in the sunset glow.

"Master, I thought of a name for it." Chen Mu gently stroked Mao Mao's chin.

"Whoosh-"

"what--?"

The voice of the bad old man sounded almost at the same time as the voice of the skinny old cat.

"The color of the cat's eyes is blue, and the color of the cat's fur is light yellow."

"I think... just call it Doupi."

Chen Mu immediately got up and put away the dry oil-paper umbrella, and naturally put it up against the wall.

"The color of bean curd..." Chen Mu turned his head and glanced at the old man and the old cat who were guarding their respective benches, and the dog-headed boy grinned with a row of neat white teeth.

"It is not only the color of a cat, but also the color of an oiled paper umbrella."

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