Walking with Cats [Quick Transmigration]

Cheng Dan slept until the next morning, and only realized that his name had been decided when he woke up under Zhang Yuliang's gentle call.

The big name is Hei Tuan, and the nickname is Tuan Tuan.

Leaving aside the nickname with the same name as a fat guy, the name Heituan couldn't be more blind, okay?Is it because he is a black cat and looks like a dumpling, so he should be called Hei Tuan? ...Wait, why is this logic so strict?

No, no, that's not the point, the point is that his name "Dan" is obviously a poetic interpretation of "the appearance of water waves soothing", why should he be called "Black Tuan" after turning into a cat?It’s too much to force the grid!

Cheng Dan: Get angry like a puffer fish.

It's a pity that he is a cat now, let alone unable to speak or refute.Even if he could talk, he couldn't open his mouth, otherwise he would be burned to death as a monster.

Forget it, the black group is the black group, just a name, not angry or angry.

After calming down, Cheng Dan stood up, yawned, stretched, and rolled on the bed in the cat's nest covered with cotton wool and blankets. After dawdling for a while, he lazily jumped into the arms of the maid, and let her wipe his face obediently .

Next to him, the well-dressed Zhang Yuliang put down his raised arms, and when he turned around, he saw Cheng Dan lying on the maid's lap, looking a little drowsy. Gently wiped his peach-shaped face with the veil twisted by the maid.

The light and cool fragrance permeates through the nasal cavity, like catnip diluted with other spices, instantly dispelling his drowsiness, making him open his eyelids vigorously, and his apricot-like cat pupils are shining.

He put it on Zhang Yuliang's hand, sniffed the tip of his nose against Zhang Yuliang's forearm, trying to find the source of the fragrance.

Catnip is an irresistible existence for most cats, and Cheng Dan, who has a human soul and memory, is no exception.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuliang was worried that Cheng Dan, who was crawling around on his arm, would fall to the ground. Zhang Yuliang held him tightly with one hand, and raised the other hand to his nose to smell it strangely. to other flavors.

"Little guy, what are you smelling?" Zhang Yuliang supported Cheng Dan's small body, tapped the tip of his nose, and asked with a smile.

"Meow……"

Cheng Dan stretched out his front paws and hugged his index finger tightly, sniffing down the fingertips with his small nose, and found that there was no such catnip-like smell, only a faint fragrance of paper ink, and he turned to his cuff again However, there is only a certain kind of clear incense.

No?

Cheng Dan raised his hind paw to scratch his ears, looked Zhang Yuliang's whole body up and down several times, and his eyes finally stopped on the jade bibi that was hanging by his waist.

It was a rare piece of beautiful jade, even a person like Cheng Dan who didn't know jade could see its great value.The whole body of the jade bi is round and undecorated, only three red beads are inlaid around the hole in the middle for decoration.

The white jade is flawless, and the red beads are shining brightly, like a snow field full of red flowers.

As a result, Zhang Yuliang saw Cheng Dan's eyes brighten up, and then he kept staring at his jade bi, and stretched out his claws to hook the gold thread binding the jade bi, trying to pull it over.

"You know the goods." Zhang Yuliang smiled, and took the initiative to untie the jade bib for Cheng Dan, "I will give it to you if you like it, and be careful not to break it."

A piece of inestimable jade bi was turned into a cat toy.No, exactly, a substitute for catnip.

How nice to have an owner with a home in the mine!

Cheng Dan thought happily, hugged the jade bi with four claws together, and immersed himself in the fragrance that was full of infinite attraction to him as he wished.

This strange smell is actually not the taste of jade bi, but escapes from the red beads inlaid on the jade bi.When you smell it for the first time, you will be refreshed, and your tiredness will disappear, but you will feel a little drunk when you smell it too much, similar to the feeling of drinking two bottles of Rio in one breath.

Cheng Dan became a little dizzy after taking a few puffs, and unconsciously rubbed on Zhang Yuliang's hands, his round eyes narrowed into two slits, and the corners of his eyes were curved like crescent moons, full of cuteness.

Zhang Yuliang watched intently, not even knowing when the maids set the table and table cloth for breakfast.

Now he finally understood why Yingfeng loved cats so much, even if he just watched this little creature roll and grind its teeth to sleep all day, he wouldn't feel tired.

"Master, please eat." Qin Zhu, the personal maid in charge of taking care of Zhang Yuliang's daily life, reminded her softly when she saw that her son was staring at the little black cat without any intention of moving her chopsticks.

The servants around Zhang Yuliang were all the sons of the Zhang family, and they only obeyed his orders and were loyal to him. Naturally, he would not reveal the matter of his raising Cheng Dan, so he did not deliberately avoid them.

Looking away, Zhang Yuliang took the fish and rice porridge prepared for Cheng Dan and put it in front of him, carefully took the jade bi, and coaxed softly: "Little guy, play after breakfast."

Perhaps he has inhaled a lot. Although Cheng Dan still likes the fragrance on the jade bi, he is no longer as amazed and infatuated as when he smelled the first sip. After he took the jade bi, he turned around and buried his head in the small porcelain bowl. , baji baji eating fish porridge at just the right temperature.

He is not an ordinary kitten, and there is no weaning problem.

The fish porridge was cooked soft, waxy and delicious. Since no seasoning was added, the umami taste of the fish itself was preserved to the greatest extent. Although it was bland but not tasteless, it was just right for Cheng Dan who was born less than two months old.

Kittens are generally weaned at about one to two months, but before the digestive system is fully developed, they cannot eat meat, which may easily cause various gastrointestinal diseases. They must eat soft and easy-to-digest food, such as liquid food such as goat milk powder or rice mixed with minced meat. Congee, just like what Cheng Dan eats now.

Cheng Dan's eating sound inexplicably aroused Zhang Yuliang's appetite. While watching, he picked up jade chopsticks to dig rice and pick up vegetables, his movements were slow and graceful, and his eating was quite elegant.

However, he prefers to cook Cheng Dan over delicate dishes.Taking a look at Cheng Dan, he can eat three chopsticks of vegetables, even the bland vegetable soup can taste delicious.

Cheng Dan didn't know anything about being reduced to a meal.

After breakfast, the maids removed the tables, and Cheng Danlai, who had a round belly, lay in Zhang Yuliang's arms, insisting on going to the study with him to watch him practice calligraphy. And wronged, the acting skills can be said to be quite superb.

Zhang Yuliang coaxed him with the jade bi for a long time, seeing his firm attitude, but also afraid of hurting him, he could not forcefully pull his claws away, so he had to give in: "Okay, okay, you go with me, but don't make trouble."

Cheng Dan immediately let go of his paw holding his sleeve, raised his head and let out a meow, his eyes sparkling.

"My lord..." Qin Zhu called out hesitantly, showing some disapproval on his face.

There are many precious ancient books in the study room, many of which are the only ones in the world, and Zhang Yuliang will feel distressed for a long time if he touches Zhang Yuliang on weekdays.The cat is naughty, she is worried that Cheng Dan will hurt those books when he plays around, and make her son unhappy.

"It's okay."

Zhang Yuliang, who had just revealed her true nature as a cat slave, waved her sleeves to stop her unspoken words, picked up Cheng Dan and walked out of the room, stepping onto the nine-curved corridor that relies on the wind and the water.

With the cool breeze blowing, Cheng Dan turned his head and looked around curiously. He was surprised to find that it was still dark at this time, and it might not be until five o'clock. This reminded him of getting up early in the winter in his third year of high school.

But soon, his attention was attracted by the beautiful scenery around him.

The place where Zhang Yuliang lives is called "Tahongxuan". It is surrounded by water and connected to the shore by a winding corridor. It is warm in winter and cool in summer.

In the water, there are cranes and ducks, lotuses and lotuses. The bleakness of autumn seems to be blocked by the rippling water waves. The light is clear and the water is gurgling.

The flying pavilion on the left side is full of pills, and the right side is full of stars like falling stars. There are flowers laying out the water color to meet the sky, and there is also the vastness of flying rainbow, clouds and stars entering the river. I don't know how much it is beautiful, and I don't know how beautiful it is.

It is indeed the residence of Zhang Jiatianjiao.

The study room is located at the end of the promenade close to the shore. It is a tall bamboo building with no decorations except for a string of bells hanging from the eaves. It is simple and elegant.

As soon as he entered the door, Cheng Dan felt an almost substantive light scent of books rushing towards his face, like an invisible water flow enveloping him tightly, but strangely, he didn't feel shackled, but felt very comfortable.

The books and classics in the study include bamboo slips, wooden slips, and bound paper books. They are piled up like a mountain, but they are not messy, but neat and orderly.

A small piece of bamboo is hung on each book, with the title, author, and date of completion on one side for easy search; the word Zhang Jia is written on the other side, indicating that these books belong to the Zhang family.

Most of the books on the first floor were ordinary books, and Zhang Yuliang memorized almost all of them.The precious ancient books are placed on the second floor, which is also where Zhang Yuliang usually reads and practice calligraphy.

Zhang Yuliang walked up to the second floor, opened the door and entered the study.The lights inside were lit early, just waiting for him to use them.

The maids knew that he didn't like others to disturb their reading and calligraphy, so they retreated wisely and did not stay to serve.

Of course, except for Cheng Dan.

Putting Cheng Dan in the corner of the desk, Zhang Yuliang turned around and fetched the copybook that he was going to copy today from the bookshelf.

On the pure white rice paper, the elegant and dusty running script emerges stroke by stroke on the tip of the pen, just like the stretching of flower petals and the fluttering of colorful butterflies, which is indescribably smooth and natural.

In the quiet study room, only the slight sound of breathing remained.

Cheng Dan has never learned calligraphy, and he insisted on pestering him to come here just now because he was curious about the scenes of ancient people practicing calligraphy.Now that he finally saw it, there was only one thought in his mind—to live up to the crime he played.

Watching Zhang Yuliang write is really pleasing to the eye!

Cheng Dan lay on his stomach and looked at it for a long time, until he finished copying the first copybook, stopped to add water and grind the ink, then looked away as if waking up from a dream, and looked to the side to rest his eyes.

Unexpectedly, when he turned his head, he saw all kinds of lonely ancient books on the bookshelf.

The font written on the wood chips hanging on the ancient books is official script. Cheng Dan, who was born in the Department of Chinese, can read without barriers, so he combined his translation habits to read the title of the book similar to the following translation.

"Danqing: From Studying Ink to Death", "Sophistry: From Beginning to Giving Up", "Zonghengshu: From Getting Started to Entering the Earth", "Armillary Sphere: From Research and Development to Hair Loss", "Remnants of Tianxing: From Understanding to Destroying the Table", "Sun Tzu's Art of War" Zhang Yuliang's reading range is really wide.

Cheng Dan turned his head silently, ignoring these books that he definitely didn't want to read and couldn't understand, out of sight and out of mind.