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

"Is it a time capsule? Sally read it in a book!"

The kitten is wearing a red scarf, long, warm, fluffy, holding a shovel in his hand, a novel shovel.

During the chat, Sally heard Hannibal's unintentional blurt, and took an old shovel from the warehouse as if digging a treasure, eager to dig something.

When Hannibal was a child, he buried an iron box under the tree in the courtyard. There were no interesting things, such as toys that boys liked to play with, wooden dolls, or paintings, or a few pens.

If 20-year-old Hannibal returned to the estate, it might be dug up on a whim.

But now, apart from Sally's interest, Hannibal just set up a barbecue grill in the yard on his own.

His cat was chirping and cooing indistinctly.

Hannibal was working on the meat and the seasoning.

Grenouille is not here.

"Why are you not interested in this at all, you obviously buried it yourself..."

"It's so deep, did you bury a big hole for your toy?"

"...It's not fair at all. You watched Sally grow up, but Sally has never seen you when you were a child. You must be ugly, and you like to make trouble. You are a super annoying guy!"

Sally muttered non-stop, as if she was really concentrating on digging the soil, but when Hannibal was making the sauce, Sally stopped her eagerly: "Don't add cloves!!"

Hannibal: ...

A cook really doesn't like someone to express personal opinions while cooking.

Hannibal frowned, but gave up on the cloves, choosing another spice that Sally didn't dislike.

A man is in the habit of pampering his cat, and sacrificing his own preferences within limits.

Habits, once formed, are not easy to change.

By the time Hannibal realized it, the sauce had already been mixed.

Sally's shovel also touched the iron box. The kitten threw the shovel and pulled the box out of the soil. It was a square iron box. It had lost its original color for a long time, and the outer layer of the box was covered with thick rust. .

It can no longer be opened in the normal way, the rust is too severe.

Sally sized it up for a while, picked it up, and broke it open with her bare hands.

The mud splashed on Sally's face, and there were one or two brown-gray marks on her fair face.

Sally wiped it perfunctorily, her attention was completely attracted by the things in the box.

"Toy?"

Handmade dolls, a few picture books, a few vintage pens, and two photos.

One is a solo photo of a little boy, no other colors can be seen in the black and white photo, he is dressed like a little aristocrat, with a white shirt and dark bib shorts, sitting on the stairs, smiling shyly at the camera.

Surprising smile.

Sally's fingertips touched the corner of the boy's lips unconsciously.

Can't see it.

Hannibal looked like Rick when he was a kid.

Sally raised her eyes subconsciously to look at Hannibal next to the barbecue grill. The little boy has grown into an adult, a mature and masculine adult.

Sally: It's disabled. It was so cute when it was a child, but it's not cute when it grows up. It's fierce and broken.

Bastard.

Sally curled her lips in disgust, and carefully put the photo into her pocket.

The other is a family photo, father, mother, and sister.

Sally picked and picked, and picked out the toys she was interested in and took them as her own. The rest, including the family photo, were put back into the box and buried in the soil.

The kitten's clean shoes were covered with mud, and its clothes were also splashed, and even its face looked like a little cat.

"What did you find?"

Sally raised her head, obediently asked Hannibal to wipe her face, "There are a lot of toys and photos of you when you were a child. Sally wants to take it away, can you?"

The smell of barbecue has come out.

Sally licked her lips a little unsteadily.

Hannibal's expression was cold: "Change your clothes first, Sally, you should pay attention to your appearance."

"But, no one here will look at Sally except you."

Sally acted coquettishly, "Sally wants to eat meat first~ Sally wants to eat meat~ eat meat~ eat meat~~"

The little girl entangled Hannibal like a ball of hair, jumped up and down, and even rubbed the mud spots on her clothes on Hannibal's body viciously. She was caught and faced Hannibal's serious In his eyes, he showed a bright smile with big white teeth.

Angry?

gas.

Too capricious.

But my own cat, even if I pick it up by myself, I have to finish it while kneeling.

Hannibal couldn't get rid of his cat for the rest of his life, along with all the bad habits that Sally had developed.

Hannibal wanted to correct this, but it was basically impossible.

So they all soiled their clothes, and ate their dinner in the courtyard.

Hannibal's craftsmanship is great, and Sally tried to correct her bad habit of not getting used to other foods after leaving Hannibal, but it was basically impossible.

It is easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal.

Hannibal is a luxurious paradise for cats.

Night fell over the manor.

Hannibal was cleaning up the barbecue grill in the courtyard. Of course, Sally never did this kind of after-dinner cleaning.

She stepped into the room first, in a happy mood, with untied, slightly curly white long hair, as she walked, the tip of her hair streaked across the cold air, it seemed that even the air was infected with youth and became brighter.

As soon as the kitten went up a flight of stairs, it stopped.

The warm smile on his face gradually faded.

Grenouille was sitting on the last floor of the stairs, holding a chocolate sandwich bread in his hand, almost hiding his whole body in an imperceptible shadow, and the dim light could not save his almost zero sense of existence.

He never dined with Hannibal Sally.

He is used to a life with distinct levels, and he is also used to silently watching the sunshine and warmth in a dark corner by himself.

He ate the bread with big mouthfuls. He didn't have much requirements for food, as long as he could satisfy his hunger.

It looks pretty pathetic.

But the kitten didn't have such a thing as sympathy for Grenouille, and her disgust for Grenouille was beyond imagination.

"You're blocking the way."

Sally's words bordered on mean.

A kitten hates a person for a reason or for no reason.

Just like a person loves a cat, you want to touch it, touch the cute little face of the kitten, but get scratched mercilessly.

Maybe the cat hates the way you smell, or maybe your hand touched a dog not long ago.

Sally likes Hannibal, but it doesn't mean that kittens are naturally fond of hunters.

Small animals instinctively keep alert to any dangerous people or things.

Can't blame Sally for hating Grenouille.

Teenagers have their own problems.

Although he is indeed poor.

"Sorry, ma'am."

Grenouille left the step, he took a few steps back, and stood on the side of the stairs, with bread crumbs on his lips, and stared at Sally with clear gray-blue eyes, looking a little dazed.

Sally didn't let down her vigilance because of Grenouille's cuteness, she lifted her foot up the stairs, step by step, she felt Grenouille's gaze fell on her hair, like a sticky snake, and fell on the hair along the way. Sally's neck.

When the two passed by, Sally clenched her fists tightly, and the sudden attack left three bloodstains on the boy's gloomy and innocent face.

Grenouille dodged subconsciously, but due to unknown reasons, the dodging movement was delayed by half a beat, the pain hit, and a little bit of scarlet oozes from the wound.

He bluntly licked the blood flowing into his mouth, and suddenly smiled shyly.

Sally felt a little penetrating.

"Look at Sally like that again, and I'll dig out your eyes."

The little girl warned coldly.

She was a bit shorter than Grenouille, but she looked up at the boy without losing her aura.

Grenouille pulled the corner of his mouth to laugh, but couldn't.

"I like the little lady very much."

Grenouille was a little at a loss, his eyes were very sad.

There is a faint, imperceptible fragrance in the air.

She didn't feel it before, but now that she was close to Grenouille, Sally could smell it. The kitten's nose has always been sensitive, so she can only smell the scent now, which must be faint and ordinary humans can't detect it.

Sally stayed away from him silently.

"There are so many people who like Sally, what are you?"

Sally didn't want to talk about it with Grenouille, so she went up the last step and walked towards the bedroom.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Sally was a little dizzy, and the lights in the corridor began to dim in her vision.

Light fragrance on the nose, nice smell, not annoying.

Very sleepy……

Sally missed the next step, fell to the ground, closed her eyelids sleepily, and the last thing left in her sight was the boy's footsteps walking towards her.

She had never looked so quiet before. In front of Grenouille, she lost her sharp claws and hostility, and looked like a naive angel, embarrassed and beautiful, and her breath was extraordinarily sweet.

Yet she belongs to Mr.

Grenouille could not have her.

The boy squatted down and picked up the girl.

She was very soft and light, and she was held subconsciously and carefully, Grenouille was a little bit intoxicated by the touch of the little lady.

But it doesn't matter, he can't own the little lady, but he can keep the fragrance of the little lady forever.

Life and youth can pass away, but the fragrance lasts forever.

Greno Jena lives at Bo.

He knew he might not make it out of the manor alive.

Mr. and Mrs.’s vacation, why bring him, in this place full of corrupt and bloody history, Grenouille refused to think for himself.

If you don't think about it, you don't know how to grieve.

Sir, perhaps understand him.

a long time.

Hannibal put away the barbecue grill, he cleaned up the garbage in the courtyard, and went upstairs to call Sally to wash up.

The kitten will not take the initiative to wash up if no one urges her.

However, the bedroom was empty.

An imperceptible fragrance wafted from the corridor, and Hannibal vaguely smelled the pollen of a certain type of flower, and quickly pulled out the veil to cover his mouth and nose.

Where the shadows intertwined, Hannibal's eyes remained calm.

The author has something to say: The boy did something _(:з」∠)_, but it’s useless, well, even if you don’t spoil it, you still know the ending hhhhh