The style of painting is different, but it is better to be strong

Lan Xiaoling came in carrying a plastic bag, which contained a lot of boxed milk.

The milk is marked with a pink strawberry icon, which is cute and lovely.

Lan Xiaoling took a cup and poured Chen Yici a cup:

"Here, I bought several boxes of strawberry milk for you."

Chen Yici took it, nodded and drank the milk one after another.

Lan Xiaoling raised her eyebrows: "Why don't you want to drink anymore?"

Yesterday, Chen Yici searched for strawberry milk from boxes and chests, and finally ran three miles to buy a box.

As a result, I bought a lot and came back and didn't want to drink it anymore.

His mother only thought he was a child at heart, took the milk out of the plastic bag, and took out a bunch of straws by the way:

"Oh, the store also gave away a bunch of straws, which are useless."

Hot milk will be scalded with a straw.

She was about to throw it away, when Chen Yici suddenly raised his head, as if he had found some treasure suddenly, and took the straw from her hand:

"Mom, keep it, I need to drink milk."

As he spoke, he inserted the straw into the milk, and drank the milk obediently like a primary school student.

Lan Xiaoling: ...

I always feel that something is wrong.

Forget it, let him go.

Chen Yici walked to the door with the milk and sat down in front of a long wooden stool.

There are many bamboo strips in the courtyard, and there are many green bamboos and long bamboo strips.

There is a bamboo forest behind them, and it is very convenient to cut bamboo.

His father seemed to have discovered some great business opportunity, and he took a big machete every day to cut bamboo from the bamboo forest and transport it to the courtyard with great enthusiasm.

His father seldom paid attention to anything, and usually had a cold and indifferent look on his face. Once he went for a walk in the back mountain once in a while, his eyes lit up when he found bamboo.

He stepped forward to caress the bamboo, his old father's relief was revealed in his eyes, and he wiped the bamboo strips from top to bottom carefully, as if a giant panda was born hungry and saw bamboo for the first time.

Chen Yici frowned and asked his mother:

"What's up with him?"

His mother glanced casually, and understood very well:

"Excited. Bamboo has many functions. He has been talking about tinkering with bamboo sticks to make a pocket version of a small building."

Chen Yici was puzzled:

"Is there no bamboo over there?"

Lan Xiaoling nodded: "Yes."

Chen Yici: "?"

Then he still has a look of excitement when he sees bamboo for the first time?

Lan Xiaoling said quietly:

"It's at Zuo Zhu's residence."

Chen Yici: ...

Oh.

Zuozhu's main hall, no one dared to approach it within a radius of ten miles.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but the bamboo in the bamboo forest has grown much more luxuriantly.

This bamboo forest is a wild bamboo forest, which belongs to the back mountain. He has never cared about it. The bamboo grows so thin that it looks like it will fall down when the wind blows, and the bamboo leaves are also withered and yellow.

He usually comes to pick a few bamboo shoots when they sprout in spring, and all he can get are a few pitiful ones.

As a result, as far as the eye can see, the bamboo stands upright and has not moved a bit in several strong winds. There is a sense of pride of "sudden confidence".

He was always puzzled, until one day he had an idea on the roof, looked around the clean tabletop, and asked Zuo Zhu:

"By the way, didn't you break the bamboo back then? Where's your bamboo?"

Zuo Zhu: "It was inserted into the bamboo forest casually."

Chen Yici: ...

oh.He understood the reason why the growth rate of the bamboo forest suddenly improved.

He drank milk and watched his father cut bamboo sticks in the yard, holding his father's engineering drawings.

There are a lot of numbers and some incomprehensible calculation formulas marked on the picture.

Chen Yici put it down carefully, and then watched his father build things.

It can only be seen from the picture that it is a rather complicated building, but he is not very clear about what it will be built.

Feeling a little sleepy, he patted the cat on his lap and told him to go down, planning to take a nap on the bed.

The big fat orange cat sat lazily on his lap, as if it had turned into a puddle of liquid, pushing and flowing, and firmly attached to his body.

"Fifty cents, go down."

He pushed a handful of fat tangerines, which ended up covered in hairs.

It’s not spring recently, and Fat Orange has not come to the season of moulting and shedding recently.

Chen Yici touched his hand again in doubt, and said earnestly:

"Wu Mao, are you losing your hair?"

Wumao rubbed into his arms, and meowed twice in a pitiful tone, unlike the usual cats and cats snatching the bones of the big black dog at the entrance of the village, a little more accusation and grievance.

Chen Yici also couldn't understand cat language, so he thought it was Big Fat Ju who was sad, so he stroked his big fluffy cat's head soothingly:

"Hey, cat, she's always shedding, either early or late, I'll use the conditioner another day to see if it helps."

After finishing speaking, regardless of Mao Mao's mournful wailing, he forcefully put Mao Mao down from his lap, and went into the house to sleep.

Wumao watched Chen Yici leave, and with four short legs, he wanted to run up to catch up with Chen Yici, but the moment the shadow appeared, he flinched and withdrew his cat's head.

He whimpered pitifully, trying to let Chen Yici who had already entered the room hear his call, but Chen Yici slammed the door mercilessly.

Zuo Zhu sat down on the chair that still had body heat, and cast a glance at Big Fat Ju.

Big Fat Ju moved his fat body, as if going to die, obediently walked to Zuo Zhu's feet.

Zuo Zhu picked it up.

With tears in its eyes, it lowered its head in humiliation, allowing Zuo Zhu to stroke its fur, while its body trembled, stretched out its little feet in fear, hooked Zuo Zhu's trouser legs, and was careful not to let it fall off.

Zuo Zhu stretched out his hand and patted Wu Mao's head. The force was very light, but a strand of cat hair came off.

Wumao's legs trembled a little, looking at the cat hair that kept falling off his body.

oh oh oh.

Zuo Zhu continued to stroke the cat, not noticing that in just 10 minutes, the cat hair that had fallen out of the ground was ready for knitting sweaters.

Half an hour later, Chen Yici came out of the room yawning, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and stood there silently.

He rubbed the tip of his nose, and his eyes fell on a large ball of cat hair on the ground:

"Wumao seems to like to shed hair very much recently."

Zuo Zhu's eyes fell on Mao Mao's body, and he said with a look of course:

"Isn't it always like this?"

Chen Yici raised his eyes and looked at him, and said after silence:

"of course not."

Zuo Zhu and Chen Yici lowered their eyes and stared at Wu Mao in unison.

Chen Yici realized that something was wrong, sat next to Zuo Zhu, and took the cat from him.

Wumao snuggled into Chen Yici's arms as if fleeing from the clutches of the clutches, as if being bullied.

Chen Yici recalled:

"It started to shed hair last week, and it wasn't serious back then."

Zuo Zhu looked at the hairy hands in his hands, and calmly explained the crime:

"on Monday?"

Chen Yici nodded, and while patting the cat comfortingly, he said, "How do you remember it so clearly?"

Zuo Zhu opened his mouth slowly: "It's the first day I started/touched/him."

Chen Yici: ...

He comforted Zuo Zhu and said:

"It's okay, maybe it's not because of you. The hair shedding was not that serious last week. It just started to fall out in lumps in the past few days. It may be due to the change of seasons."

Zuo Zhu said slowly:

"I just started holding it all day in two days."

I haven't felt the benefits of hugging a cat in the previous week, only occasionally hugging, and hugging more frequently in the past two days.

Chen Yici: ...

He didn't know for a while whether it was more frightening for Zuo Zhu to hold the cat all day long, or for the cat to start shedding hair after being held by him.

He thought for a while and asked the previous question:

"Don't you hate small animals the most, especially fluffy ones?"

He remembered that Zuo Zhu looked at the ducks and chickens with very, extremely cold eyes, and the disgust in his eyes was ready to come out.

Zuo said succinctly:

"Keep warm."

Also.

It's been getting colder lately.

But Chen Yici changed his mind and thought it was wrong.

Zuo Zhu, as a person who wears tulle in the ice and snow, and will not move even if he is blown or rained, is still afraid of the little fallen leaves in autumn.

Sure enough, no one can escape the charm of Fuzzy, even if the other party is a god.

Chen Yici punctured him silently in his heart, and did not expose him on the surface:

"It's okay, you can touch it, it's fine if you touch it sparingly, a few minutes a day." He estimated the amount of hair at less than [-] cents, and said firmly, "It shouldn't be bald either."

He sighed inwardly.

Gods also have many restrictions.

There is no freedom to touch the fur.

Zuo Zhu shook his head and patted the cat fur on his body:

"Forget it, it's a little scared of me."

Chen Yici raised Wumao's cat paw:

"Really, it's okay, isn't it fifty cents?"

Just as Mao Mao was about to shake its head in horror, it caught a glimpse of Chen Yici looking at him expectantly, and was forced to freeze in place.

Chen Yici shook the cat's paw:

"Look, he didn't deny it. If you're not afraid of him, just wag your tail."

Zuo Zhu tilted his head, and with a hint of interest, he looked at the kitten lightly.

However, the scene that fell into Wumao's eyes was like this.

There are two people in front of you, one with a white face and the other with a red face, one with gentle eyes, smiling and looking forward to looking at him; It will penetrate the body and delay him.

After two seconds.

Chen Yici looked at Wumao's tail wagging happily, and happily raised the cat to Zuo Zhu:

"Look, I said he's not afraid of you. How about you hug him? He's just a little shy. Just scratch his chin more."

Zuo Zhu took the cat and started to scratch his chin in the same way.

Chen Yici entered the house and went to cook happily.

His brother helped with the cooking, while Chen Yici sat in front of the stove and lit the fire.

After two or three dishes were out of the oven, Chen Yici took out a piece of charcoal from the stove and was about to anneal when he saw Zuo Zhuxin walking in with the cat in his arms, as if he was holding some priceless treasure.

It was the first time for Chen Yici to see such a cautious Zuo Zhu, so he couldn't help laughing:

"Don't be so careful. He's used to being wild in the village, so he's obedient in your arms. He's capable of fighting two wild dogs in the village out of your arms."

Faintly raised his head from the left:

"Ever scratched you?"

Chen Yici stretched out his hand:

"Of course, when I was born, I scratched two scars."

He compared at the elbow, the white and delicate arm has no scars:

"It's gone now, it's probably here, at this location, there are two."

He touched the head of the big fat orange in Zuo Zhu's arms: "Don't look at him being so big now, he was just a little kitten when he was born, I was not prepared, he just came up with a paw."

Wumao stretched out his head to enjoy Chen Yici's gentle but firm touch, and suddenly felt a cool gaze on him.

He slowly raised his eyes, and met a pair of icy mist-colored eyes. The person holding him did not have any warmth, and asked softly, as if he was braving the cold:

"is it?"

Chen Yici didn't notice it, nodded, and continued to add fuel to the fire without knowing it:

"Yeah, but it's okay. I was vaccinated, and it hurt at the time. I almost didn't lift half of my hand. Even though it's so small, its fighting power is quite scary."

Wumao used his keen sixth sense to guarantee that the temperature in his arms in front of him dropped by 0.1 degrees after Chen Yici finished saying that.

Zuo Zhu retracted his eyes, squatted down, and gently put the five hairs that had been shaken into a sieve on the ground.

When he retracted his hand, he wiped his hand with a wet tissue.

The gesture of wiping hands seemed to be that of a doctor preparing for an operation, and said coldly and decisively:

"Cut your nails tonight."

Chen Yici scratched his head, and he could see the disgust from his movement of wiping his hands:

"No need, I tried to cut him before, but he ran away, and I never succeeded."

Later, he simply forgot, since he was not a noble pet cat anyway, and there was no valuable furniture in the house, so the sofa would be scratched if scratched, so let him do it.

Chen Yici knelt down and scratched Wumao's chin lovingly: "He is used to being wild, so I would definitely not like to ask him to cut his nails all of a sudden."

Zuozhu threw the wet tissue out of the parabola, turned around slowly as the tissue fell to the ground, and looked down at Wumao:

"Would you like it?"

Wumao: ...

Dare not to be unhappy.

Wumao shook his tail with humiliation and guilt in response, and at the same time wanted to travel back and slap the cat claw that he scratched Chen Yici at the time.

Chen Yici was amused when he saw the tail: "He quite listens to you."

At night, Chen Yici held the cat in his arms, and with the scissors in each hand, he cut Wumao's nails.

Zuo Zhu played with the scissors lazily, not at all as if he was going to serve Mao Mao, but rather as the person who was going to be served.

Wumao stretched out her long cat-maow fingertips obediently and cowardly.

Needless to say, Wumao's nails are indeed a little too long. Running around the village all day long, he brought a lot of soil and bacteria into his nails.

Although the cat is bathed every week, the environment is limited and it is still not very clean.

Left leaning on the sofa, the hand holding the scissors did not move.

Wumao took the initiative to carefully stuff his fingertips into the gaps of the scissors, lifted the cat's head and looked around to make sure that the cat's meat was not in the dangerous area before meowing.

Then Zuo Zhu gave him a knife in a routine click, put his hands together, turned on the energy-saving mode, and didn't touch him at all.

Chen Yici: ...

Recalling that when I took Wumao to take a bath, I tossed and tossed for a long time countless times. Before the cat touched the water, I was soaked all over.

In the end, it is often the cat that escapes, and I have to take a bath for myself.

He seems to have found a savior:

"You can come and give him a bath in the future."

Wumao was trying to stuff his paw into the gap of the scissors. As soon as he said this, he put his paw a little bit, turned the cat's head, and looked at Chen Yici in disbelief. His eyes contained complex emotions such as contempt, disappointment, and panic. , as if looking at her unfaithful husband who was about to abandon her.

Zuo Zhu followed the routine procedure just now, and went down with one knife——

"Meow!!!"

A miserable meow resounded through the sky, crying like crying.

Chen Yici hurriedly pulled the cat's claw over.

No bleeding, no wound visible, all good.

Zuo Zhu didn't use much force just now, and he stopped his hand when he touched the soft cat fur, which was equivalent to just lightly touching the cat mat.

But Wumao was spoiled by Chen Yici on weekdays, and he didn't like to cut his nails very much. This time, he seemed to have found a vent, as if he had suffered some heart-piercing pain, and he couldn't hold onto Chen Yici's chest. Let go, meow meow meow.

The green tea cat has the essence of touching porcelain, and looks at Chen Yici with affectionate eyes, with a pitiful and innocent face, trying to make him understand that he doesn't want Zuo Zhu to take a bath with him.

Chen Yici couldn't laugh or cry, he gently rubbed the cat's paw, like coaxing a child:

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, I just rub it for you."

He didn't know where the cat was hurt, so he rubbed it left and right.

The contented cat face was caught by Zuo Zhu, and he put down the scissors:

"You do it."

Chen Yici nodded and took the scissors.

Wumao breathed a sigh of relief.

Life is not easy, Maomao sighed.

Immediately afterwards, the cold voice seemed to issue a life and death order:

"When does he take a bath?"

Chen Yici was planning to explain tomorrow, when he saw Wumao rubbing back and forth in his arms, after thinking about it, he still couldn't bear to say:

"Forget it, let me come."

Zuo Zhu didn't persist after listening.

Wumao showed a little success in his aggrieved face, and rubbed Chen Yici's collar attached.

Left hand across the edge of the scissors, caressing the sharp blade, staring at Wumao and said lightly:

"When will the sterilization be done?"

A rippling smile froze on his face.

This sentence directly omitted the word "to Maomao", which caused Chen Yici to be a little dazed for a while, and he was relieved after a false alarm when he realized it.

He counted the time:

"Don't tell me, I almost forgot. Let me think about it... It's almost the same. Last time I asked the doctor that six to ten months would be fine."

Counting it down, fifty cents is almost the age.

Chen Yici didn't notice the terrified cat's face and slightly trembling flesh of the cat in his arms, and planned on his own:

"Wait until next weekend."

He wanted to give Wumao a buffer time.

Zuo Zhu played with the scissors with great interest, cutting the air with a click:

"This week."

Chen Yici hesitated, then nodded:

"also."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and picked up the cat's paw to look at it repeatedly: "Forget it, let's not cut it today."

After finishing speaking, put down the powerless cat.

Wumao's footsteps floated in the air in a vain way, and with a soft and unlovable face, he went to the corner sickly, and went to lick his balls/balls sadly.

Chen Yici looked at the back of Mao Mao who was going away, and he didn't realize anything, thinking silently:

"Do you know - can living things travel through time?"

Zuo Zhu raised his eyes: "Do you want to take it there?"

Chen Yici nodded: "Yes."

If Zuo Zhu was accompanied by a chubby living creature when he was not around, Zuo Zhu wouldn't be so boring.

Although Zuo Zhuwan seems to have lost his enthusiasm for cats a lot, but who doesn't like fluffy.

Zuo Zhu said lightly: "Yes."

Chen Yici nodded in surprise, looking at the back of Mao Mao's corner full of sustenance.

The cat who doesn't know that his fate has been determined is still licking his own balls.

After packing up his things, Chen Yici was about to leave when he suddenly stopped.

Zuo Zhu looked up at him.

Chen Yici thought for a while and said:

"Actually, I have been sleeping pretty well, but I was thinking about messy things a while ago, so I have a little insomnia."

Zuo Zhu quietly listened to him.

"However, I don't have insomnia anymore, so I don't use milk anymore."

"But thank you for the milk anyway."

He knew that Zuo Zhu's blood had miraculous effects, so he couldn't drink it.

Zuo Zhu nodded lightly, and spoke after a while:

"it is good."

The author has something to say: [-] in [-], did not update yesterday, and add another chapter.

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