The perfect game for personalities

He Qian's parents went home these two days, so He Qian couldn't ask the driver to take Jiang Fei home first, so he had to part with him at the intersection.

It was completely dark, the lights on the side of the road were bright and bright, and the night wind was gentle, but it was not cold.

It's not far from home, so Jiang Fei walked back.

The adoptive parents sold the house before leaving the city, leaving him to live in the old house where their parents used to live, in an old alley.

It's been a long time, the walls have fallen off, all the facilities are outdated, and even a car can't pass through the narrow alleys.

The street lamps coming in from the alley had already been broken, and the faint orange-yellow halo was diluted into a pale white, leaving a thin and long shallow shadow. A small flashlight came to light the way.

He paid attention to the potholes on the ground, and when he walked to the bottom of the building with ease, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the light of the flashlight.

Jiang Fei was startled, and took a step back, only to hear the same frightened, thin meowing sound.

He's lived here so long that he doesn't remember anyone in the neighborhood having a cat.

The flashlight held in the palm of his hand froze, and then hesitantly moved slowly towards the corner where the cry was made just now, fearing that the strong light would frighten the cat, so he only used the dim halo to search for the kitten.

The bright light caught it inch by inch like a wild beast with teeth and claws, and the kitten screamed a few times in a panic, as if it wanted to run away.

From the corner of Jiang Fei's corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of the little black picture hidden in the shadows suddenly moved, as if he couldn't tell the direction, and staggered towards him.

He was startled, subconsciously bent down, and grabbed the group of black shadows that were not running fast.

The palm is soft, the fur is warm, and the bones are thin, struggling desperately in Jiang Fei's hand, as if a little force can break this poor little body.

Seeing that it was really nervous, Jiang Fei quickly turned off the light of the flashlight, stuffed it into his pocket, and then put down the plastic bag he was carrying.

He squatted down, carefully stroking the kitten's trembling body, and softened his voice to comfort him.

"Hey, don't be afraid."

The clumsy caress and patient soft voice gradually lowered the vigilance of the kitten, and its trembling frequency slowed down. After rubbing Jiang Fei's palm unconsciously, it backed away in panic, curled up into an uneasy Xiaotuanzi meowed.

When Jiang Fei touched it just now, he touched the collar on its neck, and knew that it had an owner.

It may be newly raised by someone here, or it may be lost, but in any case, the owner should find it soon.

Jiang Fei hesitated, picked up the bag, and stood up.

The creaking and creaking sound of the plastic made the kitten feel like it was facing a formidable enemy. The black shadow quickly turned around and ran away, hiding in some corner.

Jiang Fei couldn't see clearly in the dark, and he didn't want to pick up the owner's kitten, so he groped and walked towards the stairs, and only after going up half a floor did he find out the flashlight and turn it on.

His family lives on the top floor, the fifth floor.

He has only seen a few neighbors in this building, and the others seem to be abandoned houses that no one lives in, such as the neighbor opposite him.

But this is also very good, very clean.

Jiang Fei took out the key, opened the door and went in, reaching out to touch the switch on the wall.

With a click, the whole room lights up.

When he first lived here, the house had not been lived in for a long time, exuded a musty smell of dust, and the lights were dim and dim.

Jiang Fei changed the light bulb by himself, and after a few days of tidying up slowly, he gradually tidied up a clean look.

He put the plastic bag on the porch, and was startled when he bent over to change his shoes.

I don't know when, the kitten who appeared downstairs inexplicably followed up, biting his trousers, looking around in surprise.

It is a cow cat with a variety of colors. It is only a few months old. It looks very thin, but it is not the thin and thin that wanders the streets, but the young and thin that has not fully grown up.

It did have a collar around its neck, and a little golden bell hanging from it.

Jiang Fei bent down and looked carefully, only to find that there was no core in the bell, no wonder he didn't notice that the kitten followed him up just now.

It seems that the gentle treatment downstairs just now made the kitten trust him a little bit. Now that he was touched, he obediently raised his head, his yellow eyes were like round amber, and he looked at Jiang Fei in a daze, It looks a little pitiful.

Jiang Fei sighed and whispered in distress.

"Why did you come back with me? What if your master can't find you?"

As he said, he raised his hand to open the door, revealing a narrow gap, and then pushed the kitten out with the back of his hand, persuading him gently.

"Hey, you'd better go downstairs and wait for the master, don't just walk around with others."

Before the kitten could react, he shut him outside.

Jiang Fei listened quietly for a while, and heard the kitten scratching the door a few times in bewilderment, and then stopped scratching, but it didn't seem to leave, and let out a few helpless meows from time to time.

Jiang Fei didn't know anything about keeping cats, and she wasn't sure what to do.

He hesitated for a moment, ignored it, and returned to the room with the bag in his hand. After changing his clothes, he planned to start doing his homework.

When the door was closed, the slight sound could no longer be heard.

He wrote two multiple-choice questions, put down his pen, walked to the living room and opened the window to look down.

Here we can just see the alleyway he came home from, it was dark and silent.

Sighing, he left the window open and opened the door.

Sure enough, the kitten that couldn't find its owner was still squatting at the door listlessly.

The light in the door illuminated the dark corridor, and the kitten stood up hesitantly, as if he wanted to come in, fearing that he would drive himself out, so he just looked up helplessly, and meowed pitifully.

Jiang Fei frowned slightly, and looked at it for a few seconds.

Then he bent down in defeat, put it in his palm, and closed the door.

The sound insulation of the old house is not very good. In the past, he could often hear the sound of arguing and cooking downstairs or in the opposite building, and it could be clearly drilled into his ears, and he would not miss people passing or talking in the alley downstairs. sound.

So he decided to help babysit the kitten for a while before hearing that its owner had returned looking for him.

The kitten had nowhere to hide under the light of the living room, and hid in his palm, rubbing its small head against his palm.

Jiang Fei found a clean towel with one free hand, wrapped it in it, put it on the table, and then went to the kitchen to find something for him to eat, but he had no experience in raising cats, so he was worried for a while and didn't know what to do. Feed something better.

Life is difficult, and he doesn't have a mobile phone to check online.

While hesitating, the meowing sounded from far to near.

Jiang Fei lowered his head and saw the kitten wrapped in a towel running towards the kitchen.

Now that he saw it clearly, he realized that the cat had a problem with its legs. One of them seemed to be limping, no wonder it couldn't run fast.

Jiang Fei squatted down, slightly lifted the towel wrapped around it to cover his sight, and then hugged the clingy kitten in his arms.

The kitten clawed at his collar with its paws, and rubbed against his chest dependently. It didn't seem hungry, but just wanted to seek warm shelter.

So Jiang Fei hugged the kitten and played on the sofa for a while.

About half an hour later, Jiang Fei heard the sound of a motorcycle engine coming from downstairs, getting closer and stopping downstairs.

Someone went upstairs, and the heavy and slow footsteps didn't sound like the most common old people and children in this building, which made Jiang Fei a little surprised.

What surprised him even more was that the footsteps finally stopped at the opposite door, and he opened the door and went in.

Neighbor?

Before Jiang Fei could recover, the kitten in his arms suddenly jumped off the sofa and ran to the door impatiently, scratching the door eagerly with its paws, as if it really wanted to go out.

At the same time, the door to the opposite door opened again, and the footsteps became chaotic, and they stepped down the stairs in two or three steps.

Jiang Fei suddenly understood something, and immediately got up, went to open the door, leaned out, and stopped the neighbor who was about to go downstairs in time.

"Excuse me, is your cat lost?"

The kitten had already rushed out the moment the door was opened, jumping down the steps one by one, even meowing happily.

There was no light in the corridor, Jiang Fei could only see a tall and thin figure standing on the stairs, stopped in his footsteps, raised his head slightly and looked at himself, without speaking.

Then, the other party came up.

The light in the room gradually illuminated the figure and face of the other party, and Jiang Fei subconsciously took a step back.

The new neighbor who suddenly appeared was a slovenly young man, wearing a pair of glasses that blocked his eyes. His hair was long and messy and not well taken care of. It was scratched at the back of his head and his chin was protruding a little. Cyan stubble.

But it doesn't look like I haven't bathed for many days, at least the smell is very clean.

He was wearing loose casual clothes and a pair of flip-flops on his feet. His temperament was composed of the stability and melancholy of premature experiences in the world.

The kitten has obediently jumped into his palm, rubbed it happily, and turned its head towards Jiang Fei, meowing softly.

Jiang Fei was startled, and explained before the other party spoke.

"Your cat followed me downstairs. I saw that it couldn't find its owner, so I took it home first and didn't feed it randomly."

The other party looked at him through the thick frame of the mirror, and said yes.

Just the short syllables from the nasal voice already made Jiang Fei look surprised.

The opponent's nose moved slightly, as if quietly sniffing, and made a flat sound.

"You smell like grilled fish, the little thing likes it very much."

The magnetic, deep, fully mature voice passed into the ears like an electric current, and half of Jiang Fei's body went numb.

Sure enough, his voice...

It sounds so good.

Jiang Fei was subconsciously immersed in the aftertaste, and soon realized that the "little thing" in his mouth referred to the kitten, and what he said was to explain why the kitten would stick to him and go home.

He remembered that when he and He Qian had dinner outside at night, they did eat a grilled fish.

The sudden silence made it a little awkward in the unfamiliar atmosphere of the first meeting, but since the other party is my neighbor, I have to be polite no matter what.

Jiang Fei hesitated for a moment, then offered to speak.

"Hi, my name is Jiang Fei."

"My name is Xiang Zimo, thank you this time."

After speaking, Xiang Zimo hugged the kitten, turned around and opened the door, and went back.

The light that was on after returning home just now was dim and dim, and it was not turned off, reflecting the old furniture in the house that had not been removed from the dust cover.

Xiang Zimo rubbed the kitten, then carried it to the living room, poured cat food and water for it.

Squatting down and watching the kitten gobble it up, he snorted softly, scratched the kitten's head with his knuckles, and there was a doting smile in his low reprimand.

"Little thing, run around while I'm not around, and don't go home with anyone casually, do you understand? Be careful that others will peel your skin and eat stewed meat."

Speaking of this, he remembered the neighbor he saw just now.

It was a lush and beautiful boy, wearing clean and soft pajamas, standing in the bright light and looking at him in surprise.

Naive and unsuspecting, in a way, he resembles the kitten he picked up.

Xiang Zimo looked at the kitten for a while, got up, dragged his shoes and walked into the house. When he closed the door, he picked up the old guitar leaning against the wall.

He sat down at the table, picked up a pen while strumming the strings, and continued to write scribbled scores and lyrics.

After eating and drinking, the kitten looked at the closed door, knowing that he could not be disturbed at this time, so he consciously ran to his own den by the balcony, and got in with peace of mind.