After the cold beauty turned into a small milk cat

Grandma's gossip

Mrs. Lin looked at the kitten plum blossom seal on the drawing board, and couldn't help being stunned. Then she lowered her head, looked at the white kitten squatting on her knee, and couldn't help laughing.

"You little cat, I didn't expect you to be quite talented in painting?" She joked.

Although it's just a cat's paw print, the randomly dipped color is unexpectedly beautiful, and the high-saturation color is bright and bright. Printed on this painting, it not only does not violate harmony, but also adds a bit of fun.

The little cat seemed to understand her words, looked up at her, then raised its little paw, leaving another plum blossom mark on the drawing board.

The kitten is only three months old, and the paw prints are also very small and cute, with a sense of cuteness.

Mrs. Lin liked it more and more, and felt more harmonious.

"Oh, baby, you are really amazing."

She praised it without hesitation.

Lin Xingmo raised his head, seeing the pure joy and admiration in her kind eyes, he seemed to recall some images.

Grandma is a good teacher, and she is full of patience with him who is just learning to draw. No matter how good or bad he was when he was a child, he can always get her most sincere praise every time.

She always seems to be able to find advantages in his messy paintings, which makes him feel confident and fond of painting.

His grandma has a pair of eyes that discover beauty.

These memory fragments kept reappearing in his mind. Lin Xingmo looked through them carefully, trying to remember them firmly.

The memories of the past are his most precious treasure, and he doesn't want and can't lose them anymore.

"Meow……"

Finally, looking at the old lady, he couldn't help calling grandma, but the cat meow that came out of his mouth woke him up again.

Lin Xingmo lowered his head in disappointment.

Then, he saw the old man took a clean white handkerchief, wrapped it gently around his paws, and gently wiped off the paint on the pads.

"Ouch, it's all over your fur, and I don't know if it can be washed off."

Mrs. Lin picked up the kitten and looked at its other four paws.

The kitten was undoubtedly clean, but after running so far, the hair on its belly was inevitably rubbed with dust, and the other three little paws were also a little dirty.

"It happens to be fine now, grandma will take a bath for you, okay?"

Lin Xingmo called out in response.

Mrs. Lin picked up the kitten with a smile and put the undried paintings on the balcony to dry, while she carried the kitten into the bathroom and put it on the sink.

Afterwards, the old man fetched a basin of warm water.

Of course, Mrs. Lin didn't think the kitten would be obedient. How could a cat like to take a bath?

But something miraculous happened.

When she filled the hot water and put it away, the kitten squatting obediently on the sink, unexpectedly came over on its own initiative.

The snow-white kitten raised its hind legs, and lay on the edge of the water basin with its forelimbs, poking its head out to look at the water.

It first stretched out a paw, tentatively stretched into the water, and stroked lightly, as if testing the water temperature.

The thick and white hair was soon wet with warm water.

Mrs. Lin blinked her eyes, and stood aside curiously.

This is the first time she has seen a cat that is not afraid of water!

Finally, after its paws were completely immersed in the water and felt that the water temperature was suitable, the kitten turned its head sideways, looked at her with beautiful light blue eyes, and meowed softly.

It seems to be saying: Hurry up and hug me in, I want to take a bath.

Mrs. Lin felt that she must have read it wrong, but she still stretched out her hand, carefully picked up the kitten, put it into the basin, and let the warm water in the basin soak it.

Her movements were very gentle, for fear of frightening the kitten.

But her worry seemed unnecessary, after she let go of her hand, the little white cat narrowed its eyes slightly, floating in the water with great enjoyment, as quiet as a fake cat.

Mrs. Lin was full of surprise, "You are really not afraid of water."

Now she is really curious about the owner of this kitten. How did she raise the kitten so well and enjoy bathing so much?

She shook her head, picked up clear water and poured it on the cat, thoroughly wet the thick hair on its body, and then hugged it out of the water basin.

I took a little shower gel, made foam, and gently applied it to the kitten.

Lin Xingmo narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked up at his grandma from time to time.

He remembered that when he was very young, his grandma helped her bathe in the same way.

Even though being a cat, he couldn't recognize his grandma, but being able to get so close to her again, Lin Xingmo still felt that happiness was like white foam on his body, constantly bubbling from the bottom of his heart.

After rinsing off the foam, Mrs. Lin wrapped it in a bath towel and carried it to her room.

She has a hair dryer and doesn't need to wait for the hair to dry naturally.

At first, she was still worried that the sound of the hair dryer would scare the kitten, but in fact, when she heard the whistling of the hair dryer, the kitten just lowered its body and froze.

Mrs. Lin couldn't help being a little dazed.

She thought of Momo again.

The same goes for Momo, he doesn't like the sound of the hair dryer, but he never cries, every time he blows his hair, he tenses his body tightly.

He didn't relax until she turned off the hair dryer, making her reluctant to blow for too long.

She did the same this time. She just dried the kitten's hair, and then turned off the hair dryer. Seeing the kitten stretch its body in an instant, Mrs. Lin's eyes became more gentle.

She relocated the kitten back to the balcony.

The afternoon sun slanted in from the window and fell on the window sill, dyeing everything a warm orange.

Lin Xingmo lay comfortably on the mat his grandma had prepared for him. He felt a little sleepy, so he couldn't help turning over, revealing his soft belly.

Then he felt grandma's hand lightly landed on his stomach and touched it gently.

In such a safe and comfortable environment, he felt that his eyelids were a little heavy, and he wanted to close them uncontrollably.

However, reason told Lin Xingmo that he couldn't sleep.

Once he falls asleep, he will likely return to the future again, and he wants to stay with grandma one more time.

Just when he was about to fall asleep...

"Ding-dong-ding-dong-"

A doorbell rang, bringing Lin Xingmo over from his coma.

Sitting in front of the drawing board, Mrs. Lin, who was adding details to the sketch just now, was also taken aback.

"At this point, who could it be?"

Mrs. Lin put down her paintbrush, got up and went to open the door.

Lin Xingmo, who was lying on the window sill, also jumped to the ground and followed curiously.

As he passed the living room, he looked at the clock on the wall.

It's past 4:[-] in the afternoon, Xu Yi asked for leave today, and now he should be picking him up from school when he was a child.

When they came back, he had to go.

Mrs. Lin had already opened the door, and an old man's voice was faintly heard outside the door, and the two stood at the door talking.

Lin Xingmo walked over and hid behind the door to peek.

It was a grandfather in his 70s and [-]s. He couldn't see his facial features very clearly, but he could only see the gray hair, tall and straight figure, and the elegant and bookish atmosphere.

This old man should also be a man of culture.

He was talking to his grandma, softly.

Lin Xingmo looked at him through the crack of the door, and he didn't know if it was his illusion. He felt that when the old man spoke, he seemed a little shy, which didn't match his temperament.

There is no relevant memory of this old grandpa in his mind, maybe he is too young, so he doesn't remember grandma's friend.

But... is this old grandpa really a friend of grandma?

"This is my boiled sugar water, taro sago dew."

The old man was holding a thermos in his hand, and said with a smile, "Xiao Momo will be out of school soon, right? When he comes back, you can feed him."

"Well, I know you don't like too sweet things, so you don't put too much sugar in it, you can try it first."

As he spoke, he kept staring at grandma.

Lin Xingmo's ears perked up.

But Mrs. Lin didn't take the thermos. She looked at him with some embarrassment, and said hesitantly, "Brother Cheng, I..."

"It's just two bowls of sugar water, don't be so polite to me."

Old Master Cheng interrupted her. After finishing speaking, he put the thermos by the door, then turned and left without hesitation.

Mrs. Lin looked at his back, then at the protective jug at his feet, and finally brought the thermos in. As soon as she turned around, she met the little white cat's curious eyes.

It squatted at the porch, tilting its head to look at her.

It's very cute, but Mrs. Lin felt a little guilty when she saw it. As she walked towards the kitchen, she murmured, "I told him not to give it away, but he still doesn't listen. There's really nothing I can do about him..."

In the past, Lin Xingmo would have thought that grandma was really troubled, but now he has a different idea.

So, is grandma in a relationship?

Lin Xingmo didn't have much impression of his grandfather. He should have passed away before he was born, so he didn't have any resistance when he knew that his grandmother was in a relationship.

On the contrary, there was a little thirst for knowledge in his heart.

Lin Xingmo still remembered the question Xu Yi asked him before going to bed last night.

He should like Xu Yi, right?

But like, exactly what kind of emotion is it?He couldn't tell either.

He couldn't help but followed grandma's footsteps, and came to the kitchen with her, watched her open the lid of the thermos, took a spoon, and carefully scooped out a bowl of sago.

The sago should be freshly cooked, still steaming.

Mrs. Lin held the soup spoon, scooped up a little and tasted it, and then a faint smile appeared on her face.

That smile was completely different from the usual kindness and kindness, and Lin Xingmo couldn't tell what was the difference, but there was a feeling that grandma wouldn't show him such a smile.

So, does grandma like that old grandpa?

Lin Xingmo decided to observe. He wanted to see how grandma fell in love. As for that old grandpa...

Well, it is also necessary to investigate.

The author says:

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