When I Return With You [Entertainment]

He was an unwanted cat and he knew it all along.

The mother gave birth to eight children. Except for him, all his brothers and sisters were snow-white and round, with shiny and smooth fur. He was the only one. Like a stray outsider, his hair was black and out of place.

When it tries hard to eat its mother's milk/water but is always pushed away by other brothers and sisters with its little paws, when it is excited to play with its brothers and sisters but is always ignored, when it spreads its belly waiting for its mother to lick it When Mao is always forgotten, it knows that something is wrong.

But it didn't cry or cry, it just lay obediently on the edge of the nest, its eyes firmly watched a bunch of little white balls crowded around its mother and fell asleep soundly, it just stared blankly, its round eyes It doesn't blink, and it doesn't know what it's looking at.

Then, someone came, and the beauty in the exquisite and gorgeous palace dress saw it, frowned and screamed—"Where did this black cat sneak in?!"

The voice was shrill and full of fear.

Then the little eunuch next to him stared at it in amazement. While apologizing to the woman, he rudely picked up the back of its neck and lifted it out of the warm nest. It felt so painful and screamed miserably. There were a lot of noises, but this person ignored them, making his actions even more rude.

The little eunuch left after mentioning it. He was in a hurry, walking without looking at the road, and bumped into a maidservant head-on. The maid exclaimed: "Are you from Concubine Wan's palace? You have brought a black cat cub to kill you." Where are you going?"

"Don't mention it, it's bad luck. The snow yarn cat raised by the empress a while ago gave birth, but it was mixed with such a thing. The black cat is unknown. The empress hates this the most. It makes me angry when I see it. I have to deal with it quickly. I don't know where to deal with it, the dead body of a black cat is even more unlucky in the palace." The little eunuch was holding the cat with an angry expression on his face.

"That's right, Concubine Wan doesn't see this the most. There is a small pond in the imperial garden that leads to the outside of the palace. You can throw it in there." The maid smiled and counted nine cold days, but such a vicious idea.

It still doesn't know what's going on, it's very hungry and cold, it's whining intermittently along the way and it's almost exhausted, it feels that the person who is carrying it treats it badly, it wants to go back to the den, even if It doesn't matter if the mother ignores it or the brothers and sisters ignore it, it wants to go back.

Its thin and arched body was being lifted roughly, the black hair that hadn't fully grown up was sticking to the skin miserably, the little nose was also wet, and the pair of watery round eyes were weak and drooping. It was a very pitiful little creature. appearance.

The little eunuch took it into the edge of the small pool with all kinds of twists and turns. When the cold wind blew by the water, it shivered from the cold. It didn't know where it got the premonition, so it gave the little eunuch a slap with all its strength. The paw was slammed to the ground.

Its claws were not sharp, and the little eunuch was not injured, but was taken aback, but still looked extremely angry, and was about to step on it viciously.

It was indeed not as big as a human's foot, and it was about to be trampled to death. It dodged in embarrassment at the nick of time, and then ran into the grass.

It survived with difficulty.

It has been chased and beaten by many people, and the most serious one was when one of its legs was broken. At that time, it dragged its bleeding leg and hid in the hole in the wall with a "meow~" and survived again by luck.

But it is sad.

It licks its hair hard every day, trying to make itself whiter and cleaner. It is already very clever, and it knows why it is not pleasing to others.

It often sneaks around outside Concubine Wan's palace. Every time, it can always see seven more round and white cats "meow~" acting like a baby around the stove. The beautiful plate is full of small dried fish.

It watched from a distance in the hole in the wall, gnawing on the dirty bones turned out of the slop bucket, it also wanted to be scratched and rubbed, and it also wanted to eat small dried fish by the stove.

It wants a master and will spoil its master.

It often thinks that it would be better if it could be whiter and look better. Would it be better if it licked and combed more? Would anyone want it?

When it's hungry and dizzy and can't find food, it licks/touches its pitch-black hair back and forth, from head to tail, earnestly not shedding a single hair.

But this time... it was limping, it hid in the hole in the wall and licked its injured leg over and over again with its small tongue, its eyes were wet, and it whimpered softly.

It is lame, and it can no longer imitate those cats holding a ball of yarn, rolling back and forth, making people happy, no matter how clean it is, no one will want it.

It can't... have an owner.

……

It's getting old and still lame.Because of lameness, the food that can be found is less and less. Its body even looks like a skeleton supporting a layer of skin. It is shockingly thin, but the sparse black hair is still neat and black. body, it is already very hungry and has no strength, but still insists on cleaning up and licking/fucking itself.

It was an accident to stumble into a deserted and dilapidated house by mistake. It was old and inevitably a little dizzy.

It moved its ears and heard the sound of the door opening. It's over, it's about to be discovered, it thought.

But it lay on its stomach and didn't move. It hadn't found anything to eat for a long time. It felt that it was dying, and it didn't want to run away.

However, there was an unexpected violent beating and scolding. A white and tender hand passed over a few pieces of cold steamed stuffed bun skin. It looked up, and a child carved in powder and jade looked at it. The child was also dressed in shabby clothes. The old one held half a cold steamed stuffed bun, more than half of which was torn off and handed it to it.

It cautiously did not dare to approach. It has encountered it before. A man fed it with small dried fish, but it was hit by a stick as soon as it approached. It had already hidden very quickly, but it was still discounted leg.

The child didn't get angry either, and moved the bun skin to its side and went about its own business.

This is how it and the child got to know each other.

The child will give it half of his own food. Although it is leftovers, it no longer has to worry about food every day. The child also made a simple nest for it under the bed. When the sun came out, he would secretly take it out and squat by the wall to scratch its belly.

It was old and lame, but it still happily rubbed itself on the child's hand like a cub, stuck out its tongue to lick him, and rolled slowly to make him happy.

It doesn't have a stove to cook in winter or eat small dried fish, but it finally has an owner, and it can be rubbed and its belly scratched.

It feels so happy.

……

It is still regarded as an ominous sign, and on weekdays, except for children, it hides from everyone it sees.

When that day came, it was sleeping under the child's bed, and it was too late when it heard the movement. Its lovely child was standing at the door and was slapped severely by a strange woman.

It was so angry that it limped and rushed out to fight with its claws and teeth. It was very happy to see the bloody marks on the woman's feet.

When it was caught and hit with the first blow, it was so painful that it almost lost consciousness, and its still round and watery eyes looked straight at the dumbfounded child before it had time to react.

It gave a weak "meow ~" as usual.

Next time, you have to find me earlier, don't meet me when I am so old and ugly, I have learned to roll back and forth with a ball of wool.

It doesn't matter if there are no dried fish rewards, I'm really good at rolling and grabbing the ball.

Ah, I really want to be rubbed by you again.

Its consciousness finally completely plunged into darkness.

The author has something to say: This is the story of Liang Qiao and the lame black cat when he was young in the previous life. The black cat that went around looking for its owner, so watching this little story is very healing~

Probably because I watched "A Dog's Mission" before, Liang Qiao went to look for Wuchen, and the little black cat came to him, and then they will all have a very good ending in this life~