he can fly

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Ai Bao volunteered to hold the flower branch, apparently he had quietly heard Aunt Zaipu's words clearly.

The flowering branches are bare, without a leaf, no different from the branches that are scraped to the ground in autumn.

But Aibao held it tightly in his hand very carefully, for fear that it would fall.

When Yan Tang was on the road, he asked Ai Bao if he thought Mr. Cat would like to go home?

Ai Bao blinked, tilted his head and thought for a while, and replied, I don't know.

After finishing speaking, he said again, but Mao Mao must be very sad after leaving home.

Yan Tang asked why.

Ai Bao answered him, because wandering is not a cat's mission.

Yan Tang also didn't know when Aibao learned such a literary and mature vocabulary of "wandering".

Every cat that comes into this world has to find a loved one or other animal, and then die slowly.

When Ai Bao said this, his expression was very calm and reasonable, as if he was talking about something he had understood a long time ago.

Yan Tang said nothing more.

He understood the "mission theory" in Ai Bao's mind. In Ai Bao's eyes, the lives of all creatures have traces to follow, whether it is wind, rain, cats, or people. Walk the path you "should walk on".

He led Ai Bao, and the two of them walked on the snow-covered ground with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

When they went back, instead of the stone path they walked on, it was a spacious road with well-groomed trees on both sides of the road. They stood sideways and watched Yan Tang and Ai Bao walk by, and watched how many people they left behind. Rows of footprints of varying sizes.

After returning home, Mr. Cat hadn't gotten up yet.

Its spirit is a little bad, its ears are drooping, and it shrinks itself into a piece of milk biscuit in the cat litter.

Neither Ai Bao nor Yan Tang bothered it, they came back quietly, sat on the dining table, took out some cold breakfast and ate it.

Ai Bao put the flower branch together with the camellia that Mr. Cat sent yesterday, and he planned to wait for Mr. Cat to wake up before giving it the flower branch.

However, surprisingly, Mr. Cat never woke up.

It slept deeply, and slept well into the afternoon.

"Could it be sick?" Yan Tang squatted down under the cat's nest, and touched the cat's body with some anxiety to see if its body temperature was abnormal.

But it's Chinese New Year, and most of the nearby pet hospitals haven't opened yet, and Yan Tang doesn't know where to take the cat.

"It's too tired!" Ai Bao also squatted aside.

He supported his fair face with his two small fat hands.

Yan Tang remembered what Auntie had said earlier in the morning, maybe the cat was too old, and it seemed to be no problem for an old cat who had been lethargic for so long.

Ai Bao touched the round Mr. Cat.

The round Mr. Cat's fur is soft and warm, making it more addictive the more you touch it.

"Maomao, cat, how long are you going to sleep?" Ai Bao softly hummed his self-compiled song, "Will you wake up today or tomorrow?"

Yan Tang was also very happy to see Ai Bao playing alone, he stood up and took out a bowl of chicken shreds steamed at noon out of the kitchen and put it on the dining table.

There was no more chicken breast at home, so Yan Tang cut a large piece of the half chicken he bought for stew, cleaned the bones and steamed it for the cat guest.

Maybe it's because Ai Bao feels very comfortable with Mr. Cat.

The round Mr. Cat stuck its head out of the cat nest, squinted its eyes and stretched itself, pulling itself into a long cat strip.

"Meow." It got up.

It shook its tuxedo, flicked its tail, and jumped out of the cat nest.

Not as light as a chubby cat.

Ai Bao stood up in surprise and shouted to Yan Tang, "Maomao woke up!"

Yan Tang raised his eyebrows, "Then call Mr. Cat to eat, I just brought out the shredded chicken."

As for other matters, Yan Tang felt that it would be more appropriate to talk about them after dinner.

Ai Bao didn't know the pros and cons, he obediently agreed to what Yan Tang asked him to do.

"Maomao, let's go to eat!" Ai Bao bowed his head and said to Mr. Cat.

Mr. Cat looked up from his licking business, and it happened to be straightened to his white tie.

It's still very hygienic.

Mr. Cat flicked his long tail. It looked at Ai Bao and pointed in the direction of the dining table. It seemed to understand, and trotted over.

When Ai Bao looked at the rolling cats, he could always think of the same rolling cement trucks on the road.

They seemed to be round like this, whistling past, looking unstoppable.

Mr. Cat still understood the rules as always. He sat on the chair without arrogance or impetuosity, and waited for Yan Tang to hand over the bowl before he ate hard.

After seeing that the cat had almost eaten and the speed of eating slowed down significantly, Yan Tang said to Ai Bao, "Baby, please tell this Mr. Cat what Auntie said in the morning."

Ai Bao snorted, and he went to the side cabinet to take down the branch.

"Maomao, this is what Auntie asked me and Yan Yan to bring to you." Ai Bao carefully brought the branch to Mr. Cat.

Mr. Cat stopped eating, it stared at the branch in Aibao's hand, and its tail stopped shaking.

Yan Tang has been watching Mr. Mao and Ai Bao closely to prevent the cat from getting too excited and doing any hurtful actions.

But luckily no.

Ai Bao put the bare flower branch in front of Mr. Cat's white paw.

"Maomao, Auntie said..." Ai Bao thought about it for a while, but couldn't remember clearly.

Ai Bao blinked at Yan Tang.

Yan Tang next to him received Ai Bao's gaze and helped him finish his sentence, "Your master said he missed you very much and asked you to go back and see it."

Only then did Ai Bao remember, he oh, and then turned to the cat and said, "That's right! I want you to go back and see her!"

But Mr. Cat turned a deaf ear to their words.

It leaned over and sniffed the branches in front of its paws.

For it, every flower, every leaf, every branch has a unique taste.It is difficult for humans to distinguish these smells, and it may be difficult for other cats to distinguish them, but it can, because it is the most unique cat in the world.

It smelled one of the favorite scents of its feline life on this branch.

This breath comes from both this branch and a human female.

Mr. Cat raised his head, and it said to Ai Bao, "Meow."

Then it jumped off the chair.

It sat on the ground, but did not take the branch away.

It just sat quietly, looking at the branches above the chair.

In its emerald green cat's eyes, there is an endless sea.

No one knows what it's thinking.

Yan Tang and Ai Bao looked at each other, he didn't quite know what this Mr. Cat meant.

Maybe no matter how spiritual and human it is, it can't understand the meaning of this flower branch?

Do cats understand this?

However, Yan Tang thought about it again, since Aunt Zaozaopu is the owner of Mr. Cat, she should be the one who knows him best, and the method she gave should be no problem.

Mr. Cat stared at the branch, its long tail curled into a circle, covering its two front paws.

Now, no one knows how it feels.

After a while, when the two men and the cat were silent, Ai Bao suddenly sat down on the ground.

He sat down on his knees next to Mr. Cat.

Mr. Cat turned to stare at him.

Yan Tang sat quietly, he wanted to see how Ai Bao would communicate with Mr. Cat.

He watched Abbot and Mr. Cat look at each other, Abbot's large light brown eyes fixed on Mr. Cat's green cat eyes.

Mr. Cat now has his tail up behind him.

It wagged its tail, as if asking Ai Bao, what do you want to do?

Ai Bao said to Mao Mao, "Maomao, there is an aunt who misses you very much."

"She told you to go back and see her," he said.

But Mr. Cat didn't respond.

It flicked its tail and stared at Ai Bao calmly.

But Abbott was not discouraged.

Ai Bao sat on the ground and repeated what he just said six times to Mao Mao.

He spoke slowly, over and over again, with great patience.

Yan Tang doesn't bother him, he never bothers Ai Bao who is doing things seriously.

He still listened and watched quietly as before, without interfering.

Finally, at the seventh time, Mr. Cat responded.

Mr. Cat said, "Meow."

I got it!

It flicked its long tail, walked up to Ai Bao, and rubbed Ai Bao's chin.

Ai Bao hugged the warm Mr. Cat, and touched Mr. Cat's exquisite tuxedo.

His curly hair hangs down on top of Mr. Cat's black head.

Yan Tang was a little surprised, he looked at Mr. Cat in Aibao's arms, even though it didn't pick up the flower branch, they didn't know what Mr. Cat's attitude was.

But cats probably know a lot.

Just needs someone to talk to them a few more times.