only in this mountain

The black cat brought by Zhao Xiufeng was very beautiful, with a graceful body, its pure black hair was like a fine brocade, and its yellow-green eyes were round and round against the dark background, which was very pleasing.Knowing that the relationship between Zhang Huai and Zhao Xiufeng is not because of cats, Jiang He's love for cats is revealed again.

The black cat patiently played with Jiang He for a while, the tail behind its buttocks swayed symbolically from side to side. When Jiang He called it Coal, a look of disdain flashed in his eyes: "Idiot."

The second idiot happily corrected: "It's a big idiot!"

Black Cat: "Well, you are brothers."

The second idiot started to circle around the house, cheering happily: "Aww, did you hear me, the big idiot is my brother!"

For some reason, Jiang He just told Xueqiu not to provoke the black cat, but it seemed to be afraid of the black cat, and hid in Jiang He's room during the day and never came out. When Jiang He asked it, it just said that it didn't feel right.It would be unrealistic to expect an incompetent animal to be able to explain what is wrong.

At this time, there was no way for Xueqiu to come out and stop the two idiots from releasing their stupidity indiscriminately.

Jiang He called the second idiot to him, encouraged him for his fraternal spirit, and then let him play with the black cat.

"My dear son, be enthusiastic."

When he came out of the house, he ran into Xiao Moru who was delivering food to Zhao Xiufeng.As one of the insiders of what happened in the village that year, Xiao Moru is Zhang Huai's elder and a good friend of Zhang Yunyuan. He clearly knows that neither Zhang Huai himself nor his family should have too much contact with Zhao Xiufeng. involve.But that was a person, a fresh life, no one could just watch and ignore it, so he asked to visit Zhao Xiufeng.

Xiao Moru said that Zhao Xiufeng's condition is still not very good, he doesn't communicate with others, and he refuses to eat, and his movements have not changed since he woke up.

Even if he didn't meet Xiao Moru, Jiang He was still going to the clinic, not because he was overwhelmed with sympathy, but because he felt that something had to be done.

"Did something happen to you? That cat brought you bad luck?" After asking, Zhao Xiufeng didn't even lift her eyelids, as if she didn't hear it. Jiang He didn't stop there, and continued, "I can help you." You paint, but you don’t need money, as long as you don’t bother Zhang Huai in the future, including spying on his life.”

Zhao Xiufeng gave him a cold look, as if looking at something ridiculous: "Why?"

Without any uncertain factors, Jiang He's mood now is completely different from when he met Zhao Xiufeng last year. Zhang Huai's love is his most solid backing. He is comfortable, he can hold his head high in front of him, meet his eyes and say: "I have no right to ask you anything, I will help you if you want to solve the problem, and I will do whatever you want, just deceiving yourself and others can't paralyze yourself for the rest of your life. I know Zhang Huai won't like you."

"What do you know? Show off in front of me as a winner, what qualifications do you have?"

When he was treated like that back then, Zhang Huai could be calm and calm, but Jiang He couldn't be calm. Although he knew what his purpose for coming to Zhao Xiufeng was, he couldn't help but sarcastically said: "I'm not qualified, I can't compare to you If you can’t get it, you will destroy this noble sentiment.”

The words were not speculative, and Jiang He didn't intend to continue talking to Zhao Xiufeng. In kindergarten, the teacher said that he could solve his own affairs by himself.

Zhang Huai didn't care about it in those few years, and he will just treat him as a transparent person in the future.

Zhao Xiufeng said: "I only found out what Tang Lin did after the fact. I wasn't the one who wanted to destroy him. If it wasn't because of me, do you think Zhang Huai would still be able to go to college smoothly?"

In this world, there will always be a kind of person who is superior, who has no sense of guilt for the troubles his actions have caused to others, and who can pretend to be a giver in a blink of an eye and tell others to be grateful.

It was impossible to expect Zhao Xiufeng to wake up, Jiang He didn't look at him anymore, turned around and wanted to leave.

Zhao Xiufeng suddenly said, "I promise you."

Zhao Xiufeng didn't tell Jiang He the reason why he drew cats, but the style and method were all up to him.

After that, Zhao Xiufeng moved into Jiang He's place on the grounds of recovering from his injuries.

There was no extra bed, and he was afraid of living alone in the countryside, so Jiang He asked Zhang Huai to go to his own house to sleep, and he stayed with Zhao Xiufeng.

"Be careful yourself, and call me if you need something." Knowing that he could no longer live under the same roof as Zhao Xiufeng, Zhang Huai could only tell Jiang He to be careful.

Jiang He pushed him out of the door, and let him go back no matter how reluctant he was, otherwise no one would be able to rest.

"Should I sleep on the sofa?" Zhao Xiufeng asked while leaning on the door frame as he watched the couple bid farewell with cold eyes.

"Do you want to sleep on the sofa?" The answer was very clear to each other, and after hearing Zhao Xiufeng's denial, he didn't say anything else.

The bed had already been covered with new sheets and a new quilt cover, and he took the old one and fell asleep on the sofa.

When he started drawing cats, the black cat was calm and didn't like to move. He often continued with one movement for a long time, and Zhao Xiufeng was always watching. Jiang He was not used to this, and he was very restrained in drawing. He drew more than ten cats in a row, and Zhao Xiufeng asked him to carefully draw them. Observe and redraw.

Jiang He draws only as a hobby, but Zhao Xiufeng has received professional guidance since he was a child, and he was hit at the beginning. He complained to Xiao Moru when he went to school: "It's like this for free. If you charge money, I'm afraid it will be even worse." harsh."

Xiao Moru has always advocated the supremacy of mood, and said with a smile: "He is too picky and doesn't paint, and if you can paint freely without interference, I'm afraid he doesn't need that painting very much."

Since he offered to help on his own initiative, he must have a beginning and an end. Judging by Zhao Xiufeng's appearance, he is not in a hurry, but Jiang He doesn't really want to spend a long time with him day and night.

In order to learn more about the cat's dynamics, Jiang He would sometimes take the black cat out forcibly, regardless of the black cat's wishes, so that it could get in touch with the natural environment more, so that it would not have to be listless all day long and just sleep.

He didn't show in front of the black cat that he could understand what it said. Every time the black cat disliked him for being stupid, he would complain in his heart, and he didn't know who was acting like a fool in front of whom.

A week passed, and Jiang He drew hundreds of sketches. The black cat on the drawing paper was sometimes vigorous and heroic, sometimes lazy and casual, and sometimes just yawning with a ferocious face.

Zhao Xiufeng pointed out Jianghe's structural errors and unreasonable perspective ratios one by one, and basically confirmed the dynamics of the hundred cats that the Hundred Cats Picture will present.

Jiang He has always liked to draw animals, and he is relatively good at ink painting style. He had a rough idea in his mind when he first decided to draw this picture. Hopefully, Zhao Xiufeng didn't ask him to use the form as he asked for the content.

In fact, he felt that the black cat itself seemed to jump out of an ink painting.

Jiang He decided to draw an ink-and-wash painting of cats. At first, he didn't have enough paper, so Zhao Xiufeng made a phone call, and the next day, someone brought boxes of paper, pens and paints. He thanked him habitually, but he said, "Make the most of everything." You can draw well, these are not worth mentioning at all. Also, can you hold the pen in a correct posture?"

Jiang He carried the pen behind his back, and broke a pen without noticing that his hand was too strong.

During the day, Jiang He drew pictures, while Zhang Huai was also busy with his own affairs, and lived in two places at night. The only time the two of them spent alone was two hours of practice and cycling after dinner.

He is now more skilled and more courageous, only lacking in proficiency and actual riding ability.

Jiang He wanted to run away from things that didn't go his way, and instead of complaining to Zhang Huai, he still wanted to find something to vent about. He asked Zhang Huai to push his own car out, and wanted to ride farther with him. relax.

Accidents always come too fast. When Zhang Huai went back to pick up the car, Jiang He was slowly circling on the embankment by himself. He heard someone calling his name. When he looked back, the car deviated from the direction almost instantly and hit the road beside the river. Tree.

Fortunately, it was not the side facing the river, and he fell into the rice field.

A passing villager pulled him up from the paddy field and asked, holding back a smile, "Why are you so careless? Didn't you get hurt?"

Jiang He was covered in mud. He turned his head and looked at the seedlings he had harmed. The bicycle was still inside. He couldn't care less about the pain in his body. He shook his head repeatedly and said, "It's okay."

He wanted to get the car up by himself, but he couldn't do it a few times, his right wrist hurt like a heart, he was thinking about drawing cats, so he paid special attention to this problem, and anxiously didn't know who he was asking: "I don't know Is it broken?"

The villagers said: "I don't know if the bone is broken, but your mouth is bleeding."

When Zhang Huai came over, Jiang He had already got the car up with the help of the villagers and went to the river to clean it briefly. Before Jiang He could speak, the villagers explained to Zhang Huai, "Teacher Jiang fell into the field and broke his wrist. , but I don't look like a fracture, nor a dislocation, maybe I hurt a tendon."

Zhang Huai stretched out his hand to touch it, and agreed with the villagers, comforting Jiang He not to be too nervous, and he will be fine after going back to rest for a few days.

"What's the matter with the mouth?"

Obviously, I hit the handlebar.Jiang He felt his face was dull, took a sip of saliva, and spoke a little unclearly: "Can Daohe be bitten by a dog?"

There was mud on his face that hadn't been washed off, and there was no trauma on his mouth, but his upper lip was swollen and exposed his front teeth. In fact, he should feel sorry for him. Zhang Huai stared at him for a while, then suddenly smiled.

"Xiaosen?" It's fine if you don't say comforting words, but you still laugh!

Zhang Huai first touched his lips and asked him if the pain was still there. Seeing Jiang He shaking his head, he sighed and said, "This is not the first time I've seen you like this."

Jiang He argued, "It's not what I thought. I was riding my bike there, but for some reason I felt someone calling me, and I just turned around and hit a tree."

Zhang Huai asked again, "Is it a human or an animal?"

"A little familiar, a little strange..." Under Zhang Huai's gaze, he honestly admitted, "It must be an animal."

"Don't always be entangled between whether I was lucky or unlucky that I could understand what they said. What happened today was really just an accident. Maybe the second idiot told some field mouse or some small animal when I came out to play. It cannot be said that they are deliberately playing tricks on me.”

Noisy conversations between people can sometimes cause trouble to a certain extent. When you want to stay away from the hustle and bustle, sit alone under the moon. At this time, the singing of birds and frogs can be regarded as a kind of comfort given by nature.Zhang Huai couldn't feel the world Jiang He heard, he just felt that when everything made sense, there would be no more pure tranquility.

Jiang He didn't know how to respond to Zhang Huai's concerns. He was always afraid of being alone, but he was always alone, so he really hoped that someone could talk to him all the time. God heard his wish, so he arranged After all this, at least for now, he is still happy about it.

"It's actually very interesting. Their world is very simple, not as miserable as you imagined."

Zhang Huai didn't say anything else, but touched his lips and asked him for the second time: "Does it still hurt?"

When he went back, Jiang He's lower lip was also a little swollen. Fortunately, under the cover of night, no one could notice the abnormality.

Zhao Xiufeng was painting in the living room alone, and Jiang He didn't lift his head when he entered the door.

Right now, his wrist hurts when he exerted all his strength. He doesn't know what will happen tomorrow morning. If he really needs to recuperate for a few days to recover, he needs to explain to Zhao Xiufeng first.

After listening to Jiang He's narration, Zhao Xiufeng actually stopped writing a long time ago and just continued to remain silent.After a while, when Jiang He was about to take a bath, Zhao Xiufeng said "Oh", in a less harsh tone than ever before: "Take a good rest."

Passing in front of the black cat, the black cat squatted on the ground, its long cat tail swayed gracefully, and the voice from its mouth was a bit gloating: "It deserves it."