I woke up with eight tails

"..."

It is impossible to go shopping again, and it is impossible to spend time in this life. The gentle "I still want xxxx?" fell in Lou Lian's ears, like a whisper from a smiling devil. Once he is sure, he will definitely be eaten Lose.

So Lou Lian shook his head first, then stood up straight, climbed onto Qin Fangfei's shoulder, rubbed his forehead against the side of Qin Fangfei's face, and let out a "snoring, huhulu" sound coquettishly.

A paw with its nails tucked away was placed on the opponent's ear, and the soft pads rubbed against the ear skin. Qin Fangfei's body froze, and then he patted Loulian's head helplessly.

Lou Lian enjoyed it quite a bit: "Miwu."

On the way, thinking that the rope was too long and it would be troublesome, Qin Fangfei simply wound it around Loulian's neck a few times.

The chain is so light that there is hardly any load.

Just next to it is a green path, sparsely populated, paved with blue square bricks, leading to a secluded place.

The cool Hui wind in early autumn carries the fragrance of grass and leaves, which blows away the smoke just now, and there is also a vague fragrance of unknown flowers.

Lou Lian's attention gradually shifted from the white and tender ears to that side, and the green shadows reflected in the kitten's increasingly clear green eyes, the tip of its nose moved slightly, and its eyes showed yearning.

Turning his head slightly, Qin Fangfei thought, there is no need to rush back.

On the other hand, the kitten on the shoulder has been carried back since it was born, and has never seen the outside world much.He's not a devil either, there's no need to really turn a garden cat that was born into nature into a house that can't survive without people.

What's more, the other party is obviously enlightened, and I'm afraid the IQ is not low.

Qin Fangfei walked towards the direction Lou Lian was looking at—that is, the square brick path.

The hand in the pocket suddenly touched something, he took out a few small freeze-dried salmon snacks from his pocket, and handed it to Mao Mao on his shoulder.

Overjoyed, Lou Lian leaned over happily, licked the dried fish into his mouth one by one, and chewed slowly.

After finally waiting for the cat to finish eating, Qin Fangfei took out a tissue and wiped off the cat's drool-stained fingers one by one.

Hand-controlled Gospel——Lianlianxiang of video frying.

Compared with my own short and thick cat paws, the damage is great.

Qin Fangfei walked unhurriedly, and when he went in, he realized that the end of the path was not a gate leading to a new world, it was just a path that did not take the usual path—an extra detour beside the original pedestrian path. road.

If you walk out all the way, you will return to the original sidewalk, which is less than 800 meters away from the entrance.

But there are also windfalls.

On the small path, outside the old low rusty fence, on the verdant green leaves, pale pink flowers stand upright in buds, in patches, with a beautiful appearance.Their flower stems are very slender, straight, and slim, with one or two flowers on each one, which is amazing.

These are just flower buds, if they all bloom together, it will be a beautiful scene.

Lou Lian grabbed Qin Fangfei's collar and took a deep breath.

beautiful.

Qin Fangfei also stopped in front of the sea of ​​flowers, his eyes fell on the pink flowers.

"Mi woo..."

What kind of flower is this?

"It's still too early to see them at night, when they are all open."

An old voice suddenly reached the ears of a person and a cat.

Lou Lian heard the sound and glanced at him, he saw an old man with dark skin.

No gray hair, probably because there isn't much hair left at all.

The old man struck up a conversation in non-standard Mandarin: "Young man, you are not from the neighborhood, right?"

Qin Fangfei sent out a very short "hmm".

Lou Lian poked his head out.Then froze.

"Hey, is there a kitten?" The old man came over and stood side by side with Qin Fangfei, looking at Lou Lian, and then at the pink flowers growing in the wild, "The flowers will be in full bloom at night, and they are very beautiful—you Do you know what this is?"

Before Qin Fangfei could respond, the old man answered, "It's called evening primrose."

He took another deep breath, "It smells good."

Qin Fangfei lifted the mask slightly as he said, and the scent of flowers on the tip of his nose became more intense.

It is a very light fragrance, not hot or pungent, but long and lingering.

The old man bent down, stuck his hand on the fence rail, and said intoxicatedly: "My wife used to like this kind of flower very much. She thinks it smells good."

"Indeed..."

"Do you know what the flower language of evening primrose is?" The old man snatched away the conversation again, and muttered, "They bloom under the moonlight, even if they bloom together, they don't make any noise at all, just quietly, silently. ..."

"'Silent feelings'," Qin Fangfei picked up this time, "love and waiting, and at the same time, it symbolizes freedom and freedom."

The old man was silent for a while, then smiled: "Young man is not simple, he actually knows."

"This kind of flower that only secretly blooms for the moon at night is really strange. People are the same. It is not contradictory to say that it is a self-admired and silent love, and that it dares to pursue freedom at night."

Qin Fangfei lowered his eyes and nodded slightly: "It's very contradictory."

"That's right, I don't understand." The old man took a deep breath, "... let's not talk about this, young man, you can stay a little longer, the evening primrose is very beautiful when it blooms!"

He took out two bottles of wine out of nowhere: "Meeting is fate, old man, may I buy you a drink?"

Qin Fangfei didn't speak, Lou Lian suddenly squirmed on his shoulder, he stretched out his hand to catch the jumping kitten.

Lou Lian used that hand as a pedal, borrowed strength from the fence, and jumped to the ground.

Then he grabbed the gentleman's trouser legs, turned around and squeezed in through the thin gap in the fence.

"...Hey!" The old man was startled, "Hey, shh, shh, come back, come back! Come back to your master, meow!"

"Huh?" Qin Fangfei also looked at the little raccoon who was running wildly in surprise, but he was not excited, but calmly said: "It's okay, the cat is very smart, it will come back by itself."

The old man was dubious.

Qin Fangfei sighed: "It seems that I can only sit with you for a while, but I can't drink."

- There are a few small benches right in front of the fence.

The old man was overjoyed immediately: "It's okay, young man, let me tell you, the moon flowers are really beautiful when they bloom, soon!"

Qin Fangfei actually watched it many times, but he didn't intend to discourage the old man's enthusiasm, so he responded softly, "Okay."

On the other side, Lou Lian followed a group of "Baihuhu" all the way into the "sea of ​​grass".

The white existence is probably invisible to human beings, Lou Lian thought, otherwise the old man would not be scared to death when he woke up in the morning and looked in the mirror and found a ghost-like thing on his shoulder.

Bai Huhu probably realized that Lou Lian could see it before, so he guided him to follow him.

The flower stalk is not tall for a human, but it almost buried the little milk cat.

Lou Lian was struggling left and right, stuttering and walking along with the floating white huhu, the blade that didn't look sharp brushed his body, and it hurt a little.

"Meow?" Where are you taking me?

He could feel that Baihuhu was not malicious, but had a very friendly feeling, but he couldn't bear to keep walking.

Hearing the soft meow of milk, as if she was panting, Bai Chuhu suddenly stopped, as if she was thinking about something.

A butterfly with withered leaves flew past in front of her eyes, Lou Lian didn't turn her head around, but her body had already flung herself out, her two claws fluttered in the air.

"mum!"

Bai Huhu: "..."

Baihuhu started to float up again.

Lou Lian left the dead leaf butterfly and continued to chase Bai Huhu.

This area is actually not big, but the flowers and plants are dense, and for Lou Lian, the speed of travel is much reduced.After an unknown amount of time, Bai Huhu finally stopped again. Lou Lian pushed aside a stalk of evening primrose and squeezed in, only to find a cluster of purple.

In a pile of green and pink, it looks extremely abrupt.

But this kind of flower building company knows it.

--Do not forget me.

But it's not real, it's fake flowers.

White floated above the artificial flower, and a very thin strip protruded from the "body mass", as if it were a hand.

It seemed to want to pick up the cluster of forget-me-nots, but the transparent strips passed through the purple flowers.

Bai Huhu stood there in a daze, and turned to the attracted raccoon cat.

It was clear that the other party had no face or eyes, but Lou Lian felt that this group of white people who didn't know what existed were begging him.

He walked over and carefully dug out the fake forget-me-not with his claws.This thing has been dropped here for a long time, and the fake flower has become so fragile that it will shatter if touched lightly.

When he finally got it out, he found that there was a small transparent box attached to the fake flower.

Plastic is really not easy to degrade, except for the dirty ones, it still looks intact.Pat the ashes dry, and the contents inside can be seen at a glance.

—a ring.

Silver, set with diamonds.

But judging from Lou Lian's experience with the world, this is clearly false.

From the silver ring to the diamonds on it, it's all fake.

Bai Huhu rushed over excitedly, but still hit a blank space.

But under Lou Lian's shocked gaze, he got stuck between his tails!

"Meow!!"

Lou Lian was petrified, threw away the plastic box and took a few steps back.

Baihu was unintentional, and Loulian didn't expect such a development at all, but when the two collided, a strange feeling came, Loulian's whole body shook, and his hair exploded.

——He saw something that did not belong to this era.

……

The cries of street newsboys rang out amidst the traffic, and most of the people wore clothes that had been mended for three generations, waiting in long lines to make calls.

The young master sitting in the rickshaw was yelling something. He was only about ten years old, dressed in expensive clothes, and bossed around his servants.

He held a cluster of fresh purple flowers in his hands, and after jumping out of the car, he handed it to the little girl in rags like a treasure.

The little girl is Lou Lian's first perspective. The reason why he called it "little girl" was because Lou Lian found that "he" was wearing a very ragged skirt.

The young master said, the sky in Shanghai is about to change, and I will follow Grandpa to Peiping to develop.

He gave the little girl another chain, which should be gold, and said, when I grow up, I will come to you.

The little girl put the chain on her heart and said, okay, I will study hard.

Lou Lian guessed that this little girl should be the child of the young master's maid and the long-term worker.

Moreover, Lou Lian felt that this young master's family was more like a family fleeing than moving with his family.

On the way to escape, the long-term servant girls are naturally not wanted.

This should be the era not long after Liberation.

Just like countless sad and drool stories about changing the soup but not the medicine, of course the young master did not come back, not only did he not come back, but he also lived a life worse than a dog.

All the luck in his life was exhausted in his childhood. During the stage of exploring socialism, his life was extremely rough, and it was a miracle that he survived.

The "little girl" became a people's teacher and went to Beijing. She was loved and loved at first, but when the turbulent years came, she was also tied up and fought, and posted big-character posters-people with red books and red badges called her a sissy, Call him a class lackey, and want him to die.

At this time, Lou Lian was already completely surprised by the gender and development of the owner of his own perspective. He was trapped in this body, unable to be furious, and even recited Amitabha.Even if he doesn't feel the slightest pain, it seems that he is about to be driven crazy by this kind of spiritual pollution.

Fortunately, memory is fragmented, and it is not possible to really experience someone else's life, so Lou Lian can still go on.

Later memory fragments jumped a lot.

The young master and the owner of the body finally met. This time, no one is superior to the other, they are both dogs, and they can get by by licking each other's wounds.

Later, the mistake was corrected, the subsidy was issued, and the material conditions of the two finally began to improve.

In his forties, the young master bought a ring on a whim, attached a small cluster of forget-me-nots, and gave it as a birthday present.In exchange, the servant girl's son also gave a ring and a handwritten poem, with the flower whose name Loulian only knew just now, evening primrose.

They didn't wear them, and kept them quietly at home. When outsiders asked about their relationship, they only said they were relatives.

The Year of Ershun...

The memory stops here.

Bai Huhu finally pulled himself out of Loulian's tail, shaking helplessly as if angrily.

Lou Lian came back to his senses and picked up the small plastic box.

The ring inside, whether it is weight or price, is probably not worth mentioning in this era.

But...it weighs a thousand ounces.

Lou Lian gave a guilty "meow" and tried to make a human voice: "You want me to return it to the old man outside?"

Bai almost flies up and down.

"How did you lose such an important thing..." Lou Lian tried to grab the plastic box with his mouth, and asked unconsciously.

Baihuhu began to tremble again, like anger, but also like sadness.Lou Lian hurriedly shut up, not daring to say anything more.

The purple flower was too fragile, Lou Lian didn't dare to touch it at all, but the plastic box was too big, even if he opened his mouth as far as it could, he couldn't stuff it in.

As a last resort, Lou Lian tried his best to open the plastic box under the gaze of the white death, grabbed the lid of the box that was connected together, and dragged back like this.

Bai Huhu followed step by step, Lou Lian could see from the corner of his eye that the color of this mass became lighter and lighter as he walked out.

When he finally squeezed out of the fence again, he saw two unscrupulous people sitting neatly on chairs outside, smoking and drinking.

They all look boring and carefree, vicissitudes and greed for a long time.

Lou Lian: "..."

Hold.

"Young man, let me tell you, you can't raise cats like this, hiccup."

"When you pick up this little wild cat, you must temper your temper first, otherwise it won't recognize you as its master at all, hiccup."

"Oh, if your kitten is really lost like this, I'm really sorry..."

The old man exclaimed: "...Huh? Your cat seems to have really come out!!"

Qin Fangfei didn't say a word the whole time. Seeing this, he put out the cigarette casually, looked down at the little raccoon flower that was slowly getting out of the fence, and frowned slightly: "I picked something up again."

"Huh?" The old man took out his reading glasses, "Is there something?"

With the plastic box in his mouth, Lou Lian deliberately walked up to the old man, put the box on the ground, raised his chin, looked at the old man's dull eyes, and his eyes gradually became contemptuous.

"Meow."

Unexpectedly, I am back.

...Stupid human beings, why do you raise cats, sir, what are you doing to you incompetent human beings?

The author has something to say: Young Master: My wife died, and I feel so sad.

Mr.: Yes.

Young Master: I can't find my wife's ring either. I'm so sad.

Mr.: Well...

Young Master: Boy, what about your wife?

Mr.: Probably died too?I couldn't find the relic, and I don't remember what he looked like anymore.

... The young master sighed and sighed, it really pushed the waves ahead.

I forced myself to take the time to write it out, and I haven't finished the exam yet, so I'm still more sorry about it a month ago.

The senior group will be offline in the next chapter, and I will never steal the limelight (I really want to write the story of that era, but the organization does not allow it to be dismissed:)