On how to cute and blacken the master

"Aww." The cat lying on the boy's head found that the boy had fallen into a deep sleep.

Pick up the tip of the tail and sweep the tip of the boy's nose.

no response.

Then jumped off the ground.

Slip out of the hole for some fresh air.

The surroundings are quiet, only the rustling of the wind brushing the leaves.

Squatting at the entrance of the cave and looking at the moon in a daze, I guess there is no cat left.

But he is not really a cat in the full sense.

I couldn't help stretching out my paws, and drew a pen on the ground. The three familiar words——

Gu Xiaoluo.

Once his name.

Putting away his paws, he stared at the crooked three words on the ground.

For a moment, it was blurred with two claws.

Redraft two words——

Dog - left.

"Meow."

When the boy woke up, he saw the cat in his arms sleeping sweetly with its belly open, accompanied by bursts of happy little purrs.

Did it fall from his head in the middle of the night?The boy was amused by his very graphic imagination.

After a night, the boy took the cat down the mountain.

Life is still how to live how to live.

Until Xiulan came to him.

"Goofy, I'm going into the city with Haikuo." Xiulan's eyes were full of happiness nourished by love.

The boy nodded calmly.

"It's not that I won't be back, but everyone should say it again." Xiao Haikuo looked down at his watch, and pushed Xiulan into the car.

Xiulan sat on the back seat and opened the window, "Goofy, wait for me to come back, I will bring you some special products."

The kitten squatted aside and watched the car go away with the boy.

"What are you looking at, let's go." The boy picked up the dazed cat and left.

At this time, the boy was still Xiulan. She would never have thought that this parting would last for many years.

Eight years later.

Another cold winter.

"Gousheng, you haven't moved for a while." The boy stretched out his hand and gently poked a certain white ball that seemed to be dead and motionless.

"Meow."

I'm an old bone, you who are shoveling shit, please forgive me.

The boy sighed helplessly, turned around and skillfully lit the fire.

A certain cat quietly opened its eyes to look at the taller and more mature figure, and closed its eyes again.

One person, one cat, spent eight long years together like this.