After the cold beauty turned into a small milk cat

paintings done together

Old Mrs. Lin felt the fluffy ball standing on her shoulder rubbing its furry head against her, and couldn't help being startled.

She knew that this little kitten was not afraid of life, but she never thought that it would be so close to her.

The old lady stretched out her hand and carefully hugged the cat down.

The three-month-old kitten is undoubtedly the cutest when it is, its body is not much bigger than an adult's palm, its hair is thick and fluffy, and it feels very comfortable to the touch.

The kitten just lay on her palm unsuspectingly, looking so cute, with round light blue eyes, looking at her with attachment.

Those soft little eyes can make people cute.

Mrs. Lin doesn't have much love for cats. Compared with cats, enthusiastic puppies are undoubtedly more popular, but since she met this little white cat, she has changed.

Now she feels even more that kittens are really the cutest creatures in the world.

"Why are you so unafraid of life? Fortunately, I met you. If it were someone else, I'm afraid they would take you home and hide you."

Mrs. Lin stretched out her finger, and lightly tapped the tip of the cat's cold nose.

This little white cat is really docile. Seeing her movements, he just closed his eyes slightly, and then stretched out two small paws to hug her fingers.

It didn't scratch her either, it just stuck to it with the pink meat pad, then tilted its head and meowed a little.

That little milk voice is soft and cute, easily captivating people's hearts.

Mrs. Lin looked at it cheerfully, "Since we are so destined, you can go home with grandma today."

"Just right, Momo doesn't have to come back for lunch, and I feel a little lonely eating alone."

The kindergarten is actually not too far from the community, but it takes about 10 minutes for her to pick it up by bicycle, and it takes 10 minutes to go back and forth.

The noon break was already short, and she was reluctant to let Xiao Xingmo go back and forth to avoid getting sick.

However, now there is Xiao Yi.

His family lived nearby, and he was willing to help take Momo with him at noon, and Mrs. Lin was also happy.

She always felt that Momo was too quiet.

Although he is very well-behaved, which made her very worry-free, she felt that the little boy should be lively and noisy, and Momo was a little withdrawn.

Xiaoyi is an older child, but he is willing to play with Momo, and Momo also likes him very much. The two children grow up happily together, which is the best development.

Of course, she didn't let Xiaoyi suffer. Momo went to his house for lunch, and she also paid for the food. She usually made more snacks for him, which was considered repayment.

Faced with Mrs. Lin's proposal, it was naturally impossible for Lin Xingmo to refuse.

He called out again, his eyes full of admiration.

Mrs. Lin couldn't understand cat language, but she could feel the kitten's dependence on her. She smiled more happily, put the kitten in her arms, and went home with a vegetable basket.

Lin Xingmo was hugged by her, smelling the familiar perfume on her body, some vague fragments kept flashing in his head.

Grandma has held his hand and walked along this trail countless times. When he couldn't walk, grandma would bend down and carry him on her back.

At night, she took him to the riverside to watch lanterns, she also took him by the hand to burn incense in the temple with a lantern, and she hugged him who was sick and had a fever, and hurried to the clinic on a rainy night...

These memory fragments kept reappearing in his mind.

The scene in his memory is actually very blurred, but he knows clearly that these are all real things that happened.

When he first came to this world, there was an old man who took care of him meticulously and propped up a carefree blue sky for him.

In the vague memory of childhood, the face of the old man is the clearest. The face is covered with fine wrinkles, and it is no longer young. The only thing that remains unchanged is the kind smile.

That was the most beautiful and gentle smile Lin Xingmo had ever seen...

He nestled in the old man's arms like this, rubbing her hand nostalgicly again, his eyes were already moist, but he tried his best to hold back the tears.

Treat every meeting as if it was the last.

He can't waste precious time on crying and crying. Even when his heart hurts, he has to endure it and use his best side to welcome this farewell moment.

Mrs. Lin hugged the kitten and walked up the stairs step by step. She didn't know how many complicated emotions were surging inside the little white cat that was nestling in her arms.

She unzipped the wallet and took out a key from it.

"click-click-"

Listening to the sound of the key turning, Lin Xingmo felt so familiar. He listened carefully and looked at it greedily, trying to remember every detail.

After entering the room, Mrs. Lin took off her shoes, put them neatly in the shoe cabinet, and took a pair of indoor slippers.

She put the kitten on a stool, rubbed its head, and said, "Stay here obediently and don't move around. If you want to go to the toilet, go there. Don't drag it at home."

She seemed to be very worried about this. Lin Xingmo was also warned the last time she came here.

He obediently responded, without any intention of making trouble.

Mrs. Lin looked at the little cat suspiciously. She always felt that the little cat could understand what she said, and even saw it nod its head after she finished speaking just now.

It must be an illusion, right?How can a cat understand human speech?

She shook her head, walked into the kitchen with a vegetable basket, and started preparing lunch.

Lin Xingmo watched her walk into the kitchen. This scene has happened many times in his memory fragments.

Every time, he would obediently sit on the small stool, listen to the movement in the kitchen, and wait patiently until the aroma of the food that could not help but drool wafts out.

Then he would run to the kitchen door and look around.

At this time, grandma will add more food and ask him to bring it to the dining table and wait...

Lin Xingmo jumped off the stool lightly, came to the kitchen door quietly, poked his head out, and peeked into the kitchen secretly.

Seeing the figure of the old man busy in front of the stove, he felt the satisfaction in his heart, and suddenly understood why he liked seeing Xu Yi busy in the kitchen for him so much...

That was the original him, the way he felt love.

Lin Xingmo blinked, recalling the thought that had just flashed through his mind.

original……

Is this the feeling of liking?

At this time, Mrs. Lin just turned around and saw the little kitten looking around the door. She couldn't help being taken aback, and then laughed.

"You look like my Momo."

She just said something casually, but Lin Xingmo was slightly stunned, with ripples in his heart.

It turns out that no matter what he looks like, can grandma recognize him?

"Don't run in, don't be stepped on by me." The old lady warned, then turned to continue chopping vegetables.

Lin Xingmo squatted on the spot and looked up at her.

He really wanted to tell her that he was her Momo, but he couldn't... This made him feel a little bit disappointed, but he quickly waved it away.

It was already a miracle to see her again, how could he expect more?

Lin Xingmo sat at the door of the kitchen, quietly looking at the person closest to him in this world as if through endless years.

Time passed bit by bit, and it didn't slow down because of his wish.

After a while, Mrs. Lin made lunch and brought it to the dining room.

Looking at the kitten following her feet, she casually scooped it up on the stool, and then gently placed a delicate bowl of sauce in front of it.

In a clean and white porcelain bowl, there are white rice grains mixed with some deboned fish meat, exuding a faint fragrance.

"Will it be too much?"

Mrs. Lin took a look, and added some fish soup to the small bowl to soften the rice.

"Try it, is it delicious?"

The little white cat looked up at her, and meowed softly when it heard the words, then really lowered its head, and began to eat.

Old Mrs. Lin couldn't help showing a smile. On weekdays, she always eats alone at noon, so it is inevitable that she is a little deserted.

Now that there is this little baby again, she feels that the empty living room is lively again, and her mood inevitably improves.

She and her husband are both teachers, and they have only one son.

After my son went to a university in other places, he was only able to come back for winter and summer vacations for a year. After graduating from university, he simply stayed in the local area, settled down in a big city with his girlfriend, and worked hard on his career.

Mrs. Lin is always glad that she agreed to help Momo, otherwise she would be so lonely in her later years...

"Your eyes are very similar to Momo."

The old lady suddenly said, "Momo's eyes are like mine, so we are really destined."

"Is your master treating you well? Why don't you stay?"

The kitten is so cute, the old lady couldn't help thinking about it.

Lin Xingmo paused, Xu Yi's figure unconsciously appeared in his mind.

Xu Yi is naturally very kind to him...

Although he also wanted to stay with grandma, he knew that he couldn't do it.

He buried his head in eating, and the old lady didn't expect the kitten to answer her questions. She also picked up the bowl and ate, occasionally adding a little fish to the kitten's bowl.

The old man eats lightly, and the boiled fish soup is very delicious.

Lin Xingmo ate very seriously. He wanted to remember this taste firmly, and he might never eat it again in the future.

After the meal, the old lady washed the dishes and did not take a lunch break. Instead, she moved the drawing board to the balcony, made a pot of tea, and then sat in the afternoon sun, holding a brush and starting to draw.

Lin Xingmo jumped onto the window sill next to him and lay down, basking in the sun while looking at the old man who was painting.

Intermittently, he recalled some scattered memory fragments. It was the old man holding his little hand and teaching him to draw...

Although he forgot his grandma, he still embarked on the road of painting in the dark.

This is probably the reason why painting can bring him peace...

Lin Xingmo lay on the side quietly watching, most of his attention fell on Mrs. Lin.

She paints, exuding an elegant and intellectual beauty, but what remains unchanged is her kind and kind smile...

Lin Xingmo was taken aback when he accidentally glanced at the painting.

On the drawing board, a snow-white cat was lying on the window sill and leaped onto the paper. Those light blue eyes shone with crystal light, which was the most beautiful color he had ever seen...

It turned out that grandma was painting him.

"I haven't painted for a long time, it seems a little rusty." Mrs. Lin looked at the painting and said with some dissatisfaction.

"Meow--"

At this time, the kitten lying on the window sill suddenly stood up and dexterously jumped onto the old lady's lap.

The little paw pressed the paint plate, and then, under the surprised eyes of the old lady, it gently pressed the paw on the drawing board, leaving a clear plum blossom mark on the blank space.

The author says:

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