Through the palace of the king of subjugation

"Young man, calm down!"

"I remember you said that this cat is a stray cat you picked up. It's called... Coffee, right? Do you know how old Coffee is?"

"It's 15 years old."

"Normal domestic cats enter old age from the age of ten, and their life span ranges from 17 to 15 years. Few of them can be raised to 14 years old. A cat's 72 years old is equivalent to a human's 15 years old, and it can raise coffee until it is [-] years old. , I can see that you must be very careful..."

"But the time that pets can accompany us is limited after all."

"Coffee is suffering from two malignant tumors at the same time, causing combined organ failure. Forcibly maintaining its life with drugs will only increase its pain, so our suggestion is..."

"Anle."

"Our pet hospital will provide a one-stop cremation service. At that time, you can take coffee's ashes back and bury them at the bottom of a tree downstairs in your house. In this way, coffee will accompany you every day when you go to and from school, work and commute. .”

"Many of our pet owners choose to do that."

The windows in the pet hospital are clear and clean, and the air is filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Sitting on the chair in the consulting room was a 20-year-old boy. From the back of his back, he could see his thin figure, which is unique to a boy, and he was neither weak nor burly.

The boy's shoulders trembled slightly, holding a sleepy fat orange cat in his arms.

"I can..." The boy took a deep breath, pretended to be calm, and rubbed the fat chin of the orange cat in his arms, "Can I ask about the process of Anle?"

"You can rest assured that coffee will not experience any pain during the euthanasia process." The veterinarian folded his hands on the table, "We will first push a shot of sedative medicine to make coffee fall asleep and completely forget the pain; Push the potion of peace, end its heartbeat and breathing, and end all its pain..."

"Coffee..." The orange cat in his arms struggled a few times. The young man ignored the doctor's words and lowered his head nervously to stroke the cat in his arms, "Why are you feeling uncomfortable, can you tell my brother..."

The orange cat meowed twice, as if trying hard to respond to the boy, but the voice was already very weak.

"I'm sorry, I can't help you and coffee." The veterinarian took out a contract-like thing from the side folder, took out a pen and tapped it in a corner, "This is An Le's consent form, if you When you think about it, sign it here."

The boy watched the fat orange cat close its eyes in his arms, and let out a heavy "woo-woo" panting, like some kind of whimper.

He raised his hand to pick up the signature pen on the table, trembling uncontrollably.

"Generally, the owner will stay with the pet for the last period of time after the pet is put into sleep with sedative drugs." The veterinarian explained patiently, "Then you can leave, and we will do the rest of the work."

"No need." The boy hugged the orange cat in his arms tightly, and signed his name on the paper with two strokes.

"You said that coffee is 15 years old, but in fact I have only raised it for seven or eight years. I didn't know how old it was when I picked it up, and it was impossible to make up for the days when it was wandering outside when I was a child. But since I have put it I picked it up and brought it home, although it can only accompany me for a while, but I will definitely accompany it for the entire journey.”

The teenager put down the signature pen in his hand and looked down at the orange cat in his arms. His eyelashes were thick and drooping low, easily covering all the emotions in his pupils; only the veterinarian on the other side of the table was left with a firm look. tone of voice.

The veterinarian nodded, took back the consent form, and saw the word "White Gull" under the signature column, with messy strokes.

After sending off the coffee, the young Baiou walked to the gate of the pet hospital alone, and the automatic door opened in front of him "understanding", and the north wind wrapped in snowflakes and couldn't wait to fall into his neck.

He remembered that in winter like this, he always likes to curl up with coffee, and coffee is warm, like a warm baby that doesn't need to be charged.

Coffee probably also likes it, and I can sleep all day curled up in the arms of the white gull.It is a stray orange cat, maybe it is afraid of being abandoned, or maybe no one is so kind to him except the white gull.

It is very sticky to the boy named White Gull.

The young white gull lowered his eyelids, buried his emotions in the thick eyelashes again, and walked into the winter where he was alone from now on.

"Mr. Bai—"

A girl's voice came from behind. It was the girl at the front desk of the pet hospital. She was holding a small file bag and chased after the automatic door before it closed.

"This is the list of invoices/invoices for coffee's payment at the hospital, and some written proof." She handed the document bag in front of Bai Gu, "There is a paper proof in it, you can come back after seven days to pick up Coffee's ashes and bury him." Downstairs at home..."

"No need, you can deal with it."

Bai Gu interrupted the girl at the front desk. He didn't turn his head, nor took the file bag from the girl's hand, and he walked into the wind and snow without even stopping.

At the last moment when the automatic door closed, he murmured, "I don't have a home."

As if suddenly feeling the coolness of walking into winter alone and snowflakes drifting into the nest of the neck, the white gull woke up with a jerk and turned over from the couch to sit up.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looked around, and found that he was still on the common bunk in the guard's small room.

Just an old dream.

It's all because I said something that I shouldn't have said to the little emperor a few days ago.

He took a long breath, and saw that the unfastened wooden window not far away was blown wide open by the wind, and was blowing cold wind into the room.

Standing up to close the window, he saw a layer of white covering the edge of the window.

Snowing?

He simply opened the window.

No wonder I was awakened by such a chill just now.

He looked at the snowflakes falling from the sky.

Unlike the north where he lived for more than [-] years, the snow in the south is a little gentler, there are no such large snowflakes, and the falling white flakes are finely broken.

He got up and closed the window in a hurry, and he didn't have time to put on his cloak. At this moment, he stood in front of the window with his arms folded, shivering.

Although the snow is not heavy, it is very cold.

The air in the south is too humid, and the chill is like snow flakes floating in the air, wrapping everyone in fine and dense.

Only then did he realize that the end of the year was approaching.

I haven't seen Nanny Su for a long time.

It was also such a snowy winter when coffee left. It was very old, like an old man; he was alert, whether every winter would be difficult for the old man.

He was suddenly worried.

According to Su Momo's identity, she should live in Yongxiang, and the clapper just rang outside the window.

When I woke up, it was the dead of night and the wind and snow. Now I went to inquire about it, and it seemed appropriate.