The memory stays, that black cat

The memory stays, that black hair

boy x black cat demon

The sky is a transparent blue without any white blemishes.The warm wind in late spring makes people want to stop, lie on the ridge of the field, and squint for a while under the shade.Maybe children don't think so, how can they play without their figures in this kind of weather.On the small hills and by the pond, they played crazy and forgot the time and troubles, and their schoolbags were still under the trees casually. Even if it was not hot in summer, they were happy to swim back and forth in the river.

Only one child was not involved. He was on a dense tree, and his small figure was covered by numerous leaves.Leaning on the tree trunk, his eyes are closed, and the white cloth shirt is wrinkled, and a hand is placed on it, with an upside-down book on his fingertips, which rises and falls with his breath.

"Hey! It's time to go back!" A child suddenly yelled out, pointing to some tiny black spots in the air—they were dragonflies that hadn't fully grown up. "It's going to rain."

Seemingly reluctant to part with the end of this happy time, the child who heard about it plunged into the water resentfully, and after swimming for a few minutes, he popped up, splashing crystal water, and climbed ashore after feeling the damp air : "Let's go! Otherwise, even the clothes will be wet."

"It's all your dawdling!"

"It's rare for the teacher to leave school early! Didn't you play too!"

……

No one noticed that there was an inconspicuous gray cloth bag hanging on the branches, and a child was sleeping on it. No one invited him to play together, and no one called him to go home together.

Thick dark clouds suddenly gathered in the sky, the blue curtain was stained, and a heavy rain was about to strike.

"Hmm..." The child felt the unusual stickiness, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and saw dark clouds through the leaves.He grinned unnaturally, quickly put the book in the small cloth bag on the tree trunk, and thought to himself: It's over...it's going to be late when I go home, grandma will scold me...

The child scratched the curled hair at the back of his head, and put the cloth bag on his back. His slightly stiff arms made it inconvenient for him to slide down the tree.

He is not good at making friends and sports, which is very different from the children who grew up in the countryside. He spent a lot of time trying to climb this tree after school, because he is only a small puppet, and at the same time, because he has no companions around Pull him from above or drag his body from below.

After getting off the tree like this, the child felt a little regretful and reluctant in his heart, but he was more concerned about the two gray and black marks on the white clothes on his chest.

Terrible!This is a new dress that grandma just sewed!I made a good plan before, to take off my clothes before going down the tree, but in a hurry... I forgot it all.

Rub it a few times regrettably, but it only has the effect of getting darker and darker.

The child sighed, looked up at the sky very maturely, then hugged the bag tightly in his arms, and started running towards home.

He doesn't like to run with a bag on his back, it will make the slow speed even more cumbersome, and the cloth strap of the school bag is not strong. Although there are not many books, they are his most cherished items. If it is lost or damaged... ..

No, he won't let that happen!

The child wrapped the book in his arms thinking it was safe...it was going to rain.

Running across ravines and ridges, the scenery changed unhurriedly around him, but the sky became more and more gloomy, and the faint sound of rolling thunder could be heard.

I can't... I can't run anymore...

The child panted heavily, his steps slowed down, and he glanced at the sky worriedly.

I guess it will be late for dinner...Grandma will scold him...because the family has to eat together...

Not to mention...that home

Only two people.

After shrugging his shoulders pretending to be mature, he started to quicken his pace, but he had no energy to run anymore.

"Miu..." came a soft voice, the child didn't stop, he knew it was the cat.In fact, he is very familiar with him, after all, we can meet each other every day after school.

Waving to a black shadow on the field ridge in front of him, his emerald green eyes are very similar to the field in front of grandma's house, or in other words, very similar to this piece of world.

Black cats are unknown, there is such a saying.

However, although this village is superstitious, it will not do anything excessive for life. It is also a common practice to sprinkle some rice bran in the corners of the house, probably in the hope that those mice will not steal food and bite. Cupboard.

The child subconsciously fumbled for the pocket bag, but it was as clean as his unused homework book, free from dust and debris.He couldn't help curling his lips: he was thin and thin before, and he didn't eat much. Sometimes he couldn't finish all the dry biscuits he brought for lunch.Although there is suspicion of waste, part of the rations can still be left over.

But recently, my appetite has increased for some reason, and I ate all my lunch without paying attention.

The child scratched his hair in embarrassment, and the soft hair was scratched. The black luster was very similar to that of a black cat, with a calm warmth.

"Meow~" the black cat yelled again, seeming to please it.

Its four paws are white fur, and now they are stepping on the soil, a little gray.

"Sorry, sorry." The child clasped his hands guiltily, with a face full of self-blame, "Can I bring you something to eat tomorrow?"

The black cat seemed to understand. Its green eyes examined him for a while, then it flicked its tail and left.

Seeing this, the child touched his nose in embarrassment:

ah...he's angry...

The child did not dare to dawdle, and continued to drive in the direction of home.

It was getting dark, and the rain came unexpectedly.The rain in the countryside is very urgent and dense, because it is not only the crops, but also the little creatures who are greedy for drinking.

The child simply put the cloth bag in his clothes. The damp cloth bag is very cold, but compared to the child's skin, it is considered warm.

His black hair was wetly stuck to his face, and his cheeks without the characteristic baby fat made him look a little thin: "It's really..."

The child grinned, wanting to imitate the grown-ups who worked in the fields and brushed up his bangs, but it was a pity that his hands were still covering the cloth bag.After thinking about it, he used the words he had learned recently, "It's a bad time..."

It is very appropriate, and the teacher will definitely praise him when he hears it.

The sky was already a dark yellow curtain, and the noisy raindrops combined with the deep and shallow footprints looked a little scary.

"Think about something fun!" The child squinted his eyes, shaking off the drops of water on his eyelids. "Tomorrow, I can learn to draw with Teacher Xu!"

The speed of the child's feet did not slow down, but his back bent even more in order to completely protect the book. He began to talk to himself alone, as if this could dispel loneliness and cold.

"Teacher's room is very warm..."

"...I saw her painting collection last time, it's amazing! It's beautiful!"

"I like the painting "Green" the most. The painting is the grassland next to our house~ But the teacher said it was a prairie..."

"Speaking of which, what will grandma do today? It would be great if there is warm vegetable soup...Grandma works hard every day, I have to take the initiative to admit my mistakes..."

"and also……"

There was an innocent smile on the child's face: "I'm going to be hungry tomorrow, so eat half as much as compensation~"

Looking at the warm light in front, the child's tired eyes were finally relieved. Grandma's house still used candles as lights because it was cheaper, and the swaying orange color was easy to recognize.

and so……

I am back.

"Peng——" Staggered, he immediately hugged the clothes on his chest tightly to protect the schoolbag inside.

Surely he didn't stumble over something, but something dragged him.

"Ahem." He lowered his head subconsciously, coughed uncontrollably a few times, and the rainwater flowed down his face irregularly, mixed with specks of mud.

It's the cat.

"Meow..." The slender voice screamed desolately and anxiously, and in this rainy weather, it was as thin as a gossamer in my ears.The child wiped his face with one hand, squatted down, and met his wet green eyes: "Meow?"

Not very good at learning, but seems to be able to communicate?

"Meow ~" the black cat's voice raised a little, and somehow, the child could hear the disdain.He stuck out his tongue and licked his paws. Although he was in a mess, he still insisted on maintaining his good image and temperament.

"Mi woo..." Do it again!

"Meow——" the black cat looked him up and down, and the child always felt that he could clearly see the meaning of ridicule.

"..." Well... the child refused to make any more stupid moves, and just stared at him simply.

The rain was still falling, and the ground began to become muddy. The splashed mud splashed wantonly on the child's short trouser legs, smearing a brown color.

"Mi." The black cat moved its ears, and finally condescended to step forward, biting the cold fingers of the child. There were still some barbs on the wet and warm tongue that it accidentally touched. The teeth were not sharp, and the temperature band from the fingertips I felt a little numbness, and pulled the child back from the cold numbness.

"Come home with me?" The child guessed uncertainly, the brownish pupils were a little unreal in the rain.

"Meow~" The black cat ignored him, and licked the place where it had just bitten, then flicked its tail, and walked to the ridge on the left.

"So it's not..." The child's voice was tinged with disappointment, and an inexplicable haze surrounded his heart.

"Meow!" The voice with obvious displeasure brought him back to his senses. The black cat that was supposed to leave was staring back at him, as if calling his name in a haughty language.

"..."

"Home is on the right..." For some reason, the child followed the black cat to the field ridge on the left, and after a while of deliberation, he hesitated to speak.

The black cat stopped in its footsteps and looked up at him, but didn't respond to him. It flicked its shiny tail that had been wet by the rain and continued to move forward. It is the "big man" described in the book.

"Meow." The black cat didn't know when it had walked more than ten meters in front, and when it turned around, it saw the little guy standing there blankly in a daze, and yelled again in displeasure, wanting to give this kid who was always distracted and pretended to be an adult to him. wake.

The child muttered, and the sound was smashed by the rain on the field ridge before it could pass. He hugged the bag tightly on his chest, trotted to the black cat, and whispered: "You don't know the way, do you?"

The black cat seemed to disagree with this sentence, and raised its head a few more times. It sat on the side of the road and stopped walking. It let the rain wet its fluffy and soft fur and stopped looking at the child beside it.

The child touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment. Knowing that he had said something wrong, he also squatted down. After hesitating for a moment, he put his little hand on top of the black cat's head, and his soft voice imitated what grandma used to say to him when he was a child. : "Be good~ don't be willful."

The head under the palm did not refuse his touch, and he also poked the proud black cat's head reproachfully, watching him slightly open his eyes unhappily and stroking his head.

"Snoring..." The black cat's throat made a sound, and it comfortably rubbed against the child's soft palm. The wet fur made him want to get close to the only source of heat.

The child laughed softly, and his bright eyes turned into crescent moons. No matter how dark the sky was, no matter how urgent the rain was, there was still warmth on this small field ridge.

The black cat lightly jumped onto the child's lap, and its wet paws printed on the child's white shirt, attracting the child's mournful face.

"Meow." The black cat curled up like a ball of black fur, soft and warm.

Time will not stop, but the child feels that in this dark and scary world, a cluster of small sparks are burning, and the loneliness is gone, and the fleeting years are quiet.

"Come on, let's go home."

A child's whisper is soft but not waxy, clear but not sweet, like autumn rain falling from the sky, refreshing with the bitterness of memory.

There is no way to return, and the child continues to move forward. Anyway, the fields are plowed per acre, and the fields are well trafficked. No matter which direction or where you are, as long as you decide to go in one direction, there will always be a way home.