Of Mountains and Rivers

Chu Huan's home is not like a home.

His apartment is not small, but the layout is weird, there is no living room or balcony, a total of one bedroom, one bathroom, and an open kitchen.

The "kitchen" is a place where refrigerators and clothes are hung, and there is no function of cooking.

In one corner of the room was a single bed. The feet of the bed were nailed to the ground, and one side was leaning against the wall. The bed sheet, quilt, and pillow towel were pale white. Judging by the size, it was probably for someone to sleep on.

In the other corner, there is a row of small sofas placed against the wall. The sofas are sitting on the ground one by one, with stiff sitting postures and weird sofa backs. At first glance, they look like a group of sofas in the dark at night. Zombie, being punished by the old Taoist priest to squat in the corner.

It can be seen from the furnishings that the owner of the house must be a freak.

In the corner diagonal to the single bed, there is a cat climbing frame, and there are cat rice bowls, litter boxes, etc. on the side, and some fresh hairs can be vaguely seen on it, which obviously belongs to the territory of pets.

The activity space of people and cats is very separated, as if there is an invisible Chu River and Han boundary between them, people and cats live in their own way, and no one is in the way of others.

Chu Huan's cat is named Da Mi, and the name "Da Mi" was given by his adoptive father, Chu Aiguo.

Before Chu Aiguo gave it the name, Chu Huan always called it a cat.

In this regard, his childlike adoptive father questioned: "If you don't give it a name, how do you call it when you chat with it? How inconvenient."

Such sharp questions often make people speechless.

Chu Huan had no choice but to answer: "We don't usually chat."

Chu Aiguo was very worried when he heard this: "You have a cat and you don't chat with it, are you a pervert?"

Chu Huan: "..."

He is quite a big person, and he sits at home chatting with the cat every day when he has nothing to do, isn't he not perverted?

No matter who is more perverted, "Big Mi" became the new name of the cat anyway. As for its former name, no one knows.

Big Mickey was not raised by Chu Huan. Three years ago, its former owner died in the line of duty. Unfortunately, he lost his braids, had no wife and no children, and was single. The only thing left was this messy creature, who was embraced by Chu Huan as an orphan. return.

Judging from its size, when it was brought back, Big Mi was quite young. It has a few eyes that have experienced the world, and it is very good at reading people's faces. Through observing words and expressions, it understands that its new parents don't like it. It's so lively that it doesn't make a sound all day long, and the range of activities is limited to the side with the cat climbing frame, and rarely comes to the human site.

It was a little past two o'clock in the morning that day, and the owner of the house, Chu Huan, was sleeping on the bed—he was a bachelor, regardless of his temperament, but in terms of appearance alone, he was still impeccable.

In the darkness, Big Mi suddenly got out from the crack of the sofa and trot to the bed with catwalks.

Its pads stepped on the ground very lightly, like feathers falling on the snow, and its footsteps passed silently, but the moment it approached, the man on the bed immediately opened his eyes, as if the man on the side of his face was not. ears, but radar.

Da Mi leapt forward and landed on Chu Huan's bedside, pushed aside the man's glasses on the bedside with his paws, and nestled down.One person and one cat stared at each other for a long time in the dark. The big cat slowly lowered its head, sniffed the man's finger, and then licked it lightly. Finally, it called out softly, like a tortuous sound. sigh.

After meowing, Big Mi stood up, climbed onto the head of the bed, and then onto the top of the wardrobe, out of sight.

Chu Huan lay quietly without moving, he felt that the cat was about to die.

Chu Huan is not very clear about what animals will do before they die. It is true that he has seen many dead people. In fact, humans are also a kind of animal. When death is approaching, the eyes of humans and cats have a subtle similarity.

He and Da Mi lived together in peace for three years. A few days ago, Da Mi suddenly began to go on a hunger strike for no reason. Chu Huan changed several kinds of cat food for him, but none of them could improve his appetite, so he took him to A trip to the hospital.

The result of the veterinarian's diagnosis is that there is no disaster or disease, but the end of life is reached.

It's too old.

Chu Huan turned over slowly, facing the ceiling on his back. Under the dim light from the electrical appliances in the room, his face with his glasses off looked pale and thin, as if he was not very healthy.

After staring like this for a while, suddenly, his slack eyes gathered together, penetrated the darkness, and shot straight in the direction of the gate.

The next second, the doorbell rang.

The only ones who are willing to come in the middle of the night are probably uninvited guests.

Chu Huan got up neatly, without sleepiness or surprise on his face, and the pajamas on his body were as flat as when he just lay down, and after half a night, he was not messed up at all, and he didn't know whether he had fallen asleep or not for so long. sleep.

He put on his glasses, and opened the door without even asking, as if he already knew the identity of the person who came—if it wasn't for that frigid expression, he would have looked like he was welcoming the object of an affair.

The hat brim of the visitor at the door was pulled down very low, revealing only a sharp and stubble-covered chin, with one arm.

Of course, it doesn't matter how many arms he has grown. What matters is that the man holds a gun in one hand, and the muzzle of the gun is pointed at Chu Huan.

Chu Huan didn't move, was he petrified?

The one-armed guest pulled the trigger, and the pistol made a sharp and short burst of air...