Shit shovel officer and his cat [Comprehensive British and American]

"Sally!"

"Sally!"

Sally, who was still struggling with her clothes, suddenly pricked up her ears. Well, Sally has no cat ears to prick up. The kitten rubbed her new ears in embarrassment. The unfamiliar touch made the kitten's expression " Swish" and pulled it down.

The girl jumped off the bed with a sullen face, arrogantly, but the long sheet caught Sally's feet, and the kitten fell face down firmly.

"That's enough! Are you going to bully Sally too!!"

Sally staggered to her feet, still wearing Hannibal's shirt, and the shit-shoveler was out, ordering some clothes and shoes for his cat.

Hannibal, with good upbringing and good taste, obviously wouldn't let his cat wear ill-fitting men's clothing, even if it was Hannibal's own shirt.

"Sally, are you home!"

Sally opened the window suddenly, poked her head out and looked down, Rick was carrying a black schoolbag, standing under the corner of the apartment wall, looking up, saw Sally opened the window, her green eyes were smiling brightly, and her blond hair was shining brightly. Glittering in the sun.

"Sally! How are you? You haven't been to class for days!"

It's Rick.

Rick!He was the first classmate who came to Sally! !

Sally smiled unconsciously, her eyes sparkling, "Rick! Are you worried about Sally!"

Rick choked suddenly when the girl hit a straight ball in a simple and rude way, his face flushed red, and beads of sweat dripped from the tip of his nose. Sally with a curious face: "I...Of course I'm worried about you..."

Rick's breathing was ringing in his ears, and he could hear his own heartbeat beating under his chest. He gritted his teeth and mustered up his courage: "Sally, Sally, is it convenient for you to let me go to your house? I'm worried You, the teacher said you were kidnapped..."

The kitten looked back at the messy room she had ruined. Hannibal's clothes and his own little clothes were piled up in a mess on the floor, and the sheets were also dropped on the floor.

Sally looked calmly at the room that looked like a world war, and looked back at Rick solemnly: "It's not convenient."

The blond-haired little boy was just like a little golden retriever who was only rejected by his master, even his blond hair had faded, he accepted Sally's rejection with a blank face, and after a long while, he lowered his head in disappointment: "Okay then."

"But Sally can go out!"

Sally said lively: "Wait!"

Hannibal didn't forbid Sally to go out, and the little girl didn't take it seriously at all.

In this world, New York even has Spiderman, so why can't there be a girl who grows up overnight in Baltimore?

Sally found a half-length skirt to put on her upper body in the pile of clothes. The small skirt that was originally knee-length was now stuck to her thighs. The upper body was a loose men's shirt with the sleeves rolled up. The refreshing attire caught the eyes of adults. There will be more layers of meaning.

But Rick was still a child, he just thought... Who is this young lady who looks exactly like Sally? !

Sally dragged her slippers and went out the door, with her high ponytail flicking behind her little head, she ran down the steps like flying, and pounced on Rick who was stunned in place.

The girl's delicate voice is as soft as cotton candy, which turns into sugar water when it meets the sun.

"Rick! Let's go out and play, shall we!"

The little sister who was a head taller than Rick suddenly hugged him. Xiao Zhengtai's eyes widened. Before he could react, his face was buried in the other's soft chest, and the faint smell of goat's milk permeated his rapid breathing. middle.

The white hair brushed Rick's ear, slightly itchy.

Rick's ears shrank, he danced in fright, and tried to push Sally away with trembling little hands, "Sister! Sister let go of me QAQ! Sister!!"

Sally didn't need much effort, and was easily pushed away. The kitten tilted its head and looked at Rick, who was facing the enemy in a daze. He blushed, his big green eyes were moist, and he couldn't even speak. The voice broke, "I, I, I... I'm here to find Sally...!!"

Sally: "...?"

The kitten's bewildered expression gradually became calm. On the white skin, there were a pair of big and clear blue eyes, with a high ponytail, and slightly lowered eyebrows, staring at Rick inquiringly. Sense of distance.

Much like when Rick first met Sally on the school bus.

Rick suddenly felt uneasy and wanted to apologize for no reason. His behavior just now must have been extremely rude...

"I heard Sally mention you, Rick! Hello, I'm Sally's sister, and my name is Lisa!"

Just when Rick was worried about whether he would offend the beautiful young lady, the young lady suddenly smiled brightly and hugged Rick again.

Rick was involuntarily buried in the chest again...

Rick: ...to explode on the spot!

"Sally will be back soon, you can wait for her at home."

The little sister who said it was inconvenient before suddenly pulled him into her home with a smile on her face.

Rick swallowed subconsciously, always feeling... so dangerous...

In fact, Sally has lived for a long time, so I don’t think that Hannibal’s residence, decoration, and color matching will give people a sense of oppression. Ke said that once he entered the door, he even took care of his breathing.

Rick stood at the point where the eyes of the living room and the bedroom intersected, hesitating to speak.

The beautiful young lady said seriously: "The house is too messy, because my uncle is too capricious, he never cleans up the house! That's right! It's all uncle's fault!"

Sally hopped to pick up the clothes and sheets on the floor, and stuffed them into the cabinet indiscriminately, pretending that the place had been cleaned by the diligent Sally.

Rick was pressed on the sofa by Sally, the soft dark sofa was too soft, so soft that Rick didn't feel like he was falling to the ground.

"What do you want to drink?"

The beautiful sister Lisa asked him by the refrigerator.

Rick's palms were sweating nervously. He had to impress Sally's sister.

"Can I have a Coke?"

"No Coke, Uncle won't let Sally... drink carbonated drinks with me."

So strict.

Rick thought for a while, then said, "Juice?"

Sally opened the refrigerator and closed it again, "No more, Sally and I have finished drinking the juice that uncle squeezed this morning!"

The beautiful girl smiled without feeling guilty by the refrigerator, "It's all my uncle's stinginess! There are two children in the family but they always only cook a little! Sally... and I can't get enough to eat every time!"

No, who ate meat, milk and hiccupped every day as a kitten?

Sally: No, that's not me.

Ah...so poor...

Rick blinked and smiled softly: "Then can I drink cold water?"

"can!"

Sally doesn't like being a human, because Sally is a cat, just as a human doesn't like being a dog and a cat.

There's no denying that Sally loves the friends she makes and the interesting things she learns about being human.

Humans aren't just mean, shameless, sinister and cunning like shit shovelers.

Hannibal: ...

The kitten's face is full of happiness. Although the cat is not a social animal, she is also very happy to entertain the companions she likes.

Sally received her little friend at Hannibal's home, and Hannibal ordered Sally's clothes, told the shopping guide Sally's size, and was praised by the shopping guide with a smile, "You know your daughter very well, really. a competent father”

For some reason, Hannibal's mood became a little cold because of this sentence.

After leaving the store, Hannibal checked the time and went to meet someone who had made an appointment this morning.

When Bedelia saw her counterpart again, it had been three months since their last meeting.

Many laymen have probably guessed that a person who becomes a psychiatrist must have a dark corner in his heart that he does not want to be known to outsiders, where pain, frustration, obsession, or another opposite self is hidden. .

By coincidence or deliberate circumstances, they choose psychology to explore their own hearts, or to spy on other people's world.

The scalpel can cut through human skin, their internal organs, and fat, and arrange the inside of the body like meat on a chopping board, allowing the cook to hold the knife and make gestures in terms of mechanism to decide whether the next cut is heaven or hell.

The psychiatrist also has a knife in his hand, but what it cuts is the soul and thoughts of people. No matter whether the next knife is heaven or hell, they always vividly perform the most moving songs in the world.

Walking dead, but still watching life.

Compared with the two-way multiple-choice question of surviving in one second and dying in the next second on the operating table.

There are too many multiple-choice questions for psychiatrists.

There are too many lives they can control.

Back then Hannibal asked Bedelia to be his personal psychiatrist for this reason, and this relationship has been maintained to this day.

Having come into contact with all sorts of strange patients, people like Hannibal... um, who can barely be regarded as patients' peers, seem to be much more normal, although Hannibal's problems sometimes remind Bedelia of some terrible possibilities.

However, Bedelia is a qualified and excellent psychiatrist whose professional level is no less than that of Hannibal.

"It's been a long time since I've heard you talk about that teacup you met that made you destructive, Hannibal."

In the quiet reception room, Hannibal and Bedelia sat facing each other.

Bedelia's observation is still keen. "Because of your girl?"

"Raising a child is not an easy task."

Hannibal said lightly: "Dealing with Sally's willfulness has left me with no time to think about other more meaningful issues."

"I've seen the teacup shatter, it's beautiful, and it's not over yet."

"but--"

Hannibal has a good memory and is good at discovering details. He frowned and recalled, obviously not a pleasant memory. Even Hannibal's eyebrows showed rare contradictions and...hesitation.

This was a rare expression of emotion for the calm and decisive Hannibal.

Bedelia was surprised by Hannibal's vivid emotions. Most of the time, the only way she got information was the information Hannibal was willing to tell her.

Bedelia couldn't find anything in the man's words and deeds that he didn't want to reveal.

But the emotions he showed at this moment were very real.

"But she's grown up."

Bedelia: "...Uh, so? Is this a child's trouble in adolescence? Or is it yours? People with father roles always have concerns about this."

Bedelia didn't understand Hannibal's thoughts, and she didn't understand the bond between Sally and Hannibal.

As Hannibal once told her, Sally was the child of his aunt, Mrs. Purple. Based on such information, Bedelia could not give a satisfactory answer to Hannibal.

And after Bedelia asked this sentence, Hannibal restrained all the emotions that were exposed, and Bedelia's superficial question made him feel a little bit depressed.

Bedelia is a great chat partner.

After all, Hannibal couldn't talk to Sally about it, his cat would definitely scratch him.

The author has something to say: I only got home at night... I failed to estimate... I failed to drop the rough chapter... I... I don’t want to explain, just lie down and whip at will_(:з」∠)_

The rough chapter will definitely appear! !The author cried out in frustration.

The author, I must become a big and long master! !

PS: In the next chapter, there will be a Shura field in kindergarten. Can you attend?