feeding tiger

Snow covered the mountains.

Xiaotaoshan was surrounded by a vast expanse of color, those green trees, red plums, and green grass were all covered by wind and snow overnight.

The strong wind from the north swayed the small wooden house from side to side. Wang Qiaofu got up. His wife caught a cold a few years ago. The air leaks in the courtyard were tightly plugged with small pieces of wood, and the door was opened tiptoely. The wooden door in the yard was not nailed firmly, and it was creaked by the wind. He was afraid that the sound would wake up his sleeping wife. , he took a hammer and planned to give it a good knock.

As soon as he walked into the yard, he heard a "plop", as if someone had fallen to the ground.Wang Qiaofu was frightened, and all the drowsiness of the original sleepiness dissipated. He pulled himself together, bent down and took a light with the oil lamp in his hand. Through the weak light, Wang Qiaofu saw a man curled up there, holding a man tightly in his hands. Something like a kitten, pale and ghostly.

"Hey, young man! Wake up!" Wang Qiaofu leaned over and pushed him, the man moaned softly, and then opened his eyes.

Only then did Wang Qiaofu see the appearance of that person clearly. He has lived for five or sixty years, and he has never seen such a person. The nose is the nose, the eyes are the eyes, and the face is really snow-white. I am afraid it is Xiaolian from the village. English is unmatched.

The man stood up reluctantly, only then did Wang Qiaofu realize that the young man was wearing a Taoist uniform with a Taoist bun on his head, but he was a little embarrassed and loose, but the man's expression and behavior were still very elegant. The man bent towards Wang Qiaofu, and then asked Wang Qiaofu softly if he could stay overnight with him.

Facing such a fairy character, Wang Qiaofu naturally nodded in agreement. He tidied up the eldest son's room, and spread a layer of straw on the bed, so that the fairy could sleep comfortably for a long time.

After the young priest thanked him, he took out a few taels of silver and handed it to Wang Qiaofu. He looked at the little white cat in his arms, hesitated for a while, and asked, "Is there a baby in my husband's house?"

"...? The old man has a grandson, but the eldest son brought him to his in-laws the day before yesterday... Does the Taoist priest need anything?"

The young Taoist frowned slightly, and a look of worry appeared on his white face. He said, "Then, is there something suitable for babies?"

Wang Qiaofu was a little puzzled. Could it be that the Taoist priest brought the child with him?But it looked like he was holding a little white cat in his arms...was it for it to drink?The cat has never been let down since Taoist entered the house. Seeing Taoist's frail appearance, he still does not forget to take care of a white cat. It is really compassionate.

He racked his brains and remembered that there was still a bowl of millet soup on the pot, which was always warm there, just enough for the kitten to eat, so he hurried to get it, and when he handed it to the Taoist priest, the Taoist priest gave him a hug and smiled, Wang Qiaofu's old face blushed, seeing the tiredness on the Taoist priest's face, he took his leave and went back to the room.

After Wang Qiaofu left, Lu Hengxiu hugged the kitten and handed the rice soup to its mouth. The kitten meowed, then lowered its head and sucked up the rice soup. Seeing how hungry it was, Lu Hengxiu felt a pain in his heart, and he Sighing: "Chen'er, drink slowly, daddy will take you to find mother tomorrow... Don't blame mother for being cruel...he has no other choice."

The kitten was finally full. It hiccupped a few times, as if feeling Lu Hengxiu's sadness. It stuck out its pink tongue, licked Lu Hengxiu's palm, and rubbed it flatteringly.

"You..." When Lu Hengxiu saw his son's cute appearance, a smile appeared on his tense face. He lowered his head and kissed the little thing in his arms, wondering if that person looked like this when he was a child?

The man's cold eyebrows, and his snow-white figure instantly flooded into Lu Hengxiu's heart like snow all over the sky.

Bai Licheng, my Tiger King, how are you sleeping next to Ru Ji tonight?

Bai Licheng.