After the cold beauty turned into a small milk cat

have two faces

Lin Xingmo looked at grandma in the kitchen, and then looked back at the clock in the living room.

For the first time, he felt that time passed so quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was the moment of separation.

Xu Yi will bring him back as a child soon.

He should go.

Lin Xingmo thought about it, then turned his head and looked at the old man in the kitchen with nostalgia.

This time, he did not choose to leave without saying goodbye.

He stood at the door of the kitchen and called softly.

The kitten's soft and eager cry quickly attracted the old man's attention.

Mrs. Lin put down the bowl in her hand, carefully covered the thermos, and walked towards the kitchen door.

Ben wanted to leave the living room, but when he lowered his head, he saw the kitten at the door.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Even though she knew that the little cat couldn't understand, she still couldn't help talking to it in a coaxing tone.

Lin Xingmo raised his head and looked at her reluctantly, but he knew that the time for parting had come.

"Meow--"

He gently called her grandma, and told her from the bottom of his heart, I am leaving, and I will come to see you again.

If there is still a chance.

Mrs. Lin was slightly stunned. When she heard the meow, she always felt that there were some inexplicable emotions in the sound, which deeply touched her heart.

She looked at the little cat, watching it turn around and walk towards the door step by step.

For some reason, she blurted out, "Momo..."

Just as soon as she said it, she froze, frowning and showing some doubts.

And the steps that the little white cat took out also froze in place.

The hair on its body exploded slightly, and it raised a leg. After trying for a long time, it couldn't step out in the end.

Lin Xingmo turned around.

He looked at the old man who stopped at the kitchen door, grandma... Did you call him just now?

Confusion was written on the old man's face. She didn't seem to understand why she called him that way just now. Obviously, she didn't really recognize him.

After all, he is now a real kitten, and it is impossible for anyone to guess that there is a soul from the future living in this kitten's body.

Even so, Lin Xingmo still felt very happy.

That kind of happy emotion filled his heart, diluting the sadness of parting.

"Meow--"

He narrowed his eyes, called out to her again, and continued walking towards the door.

Lin Xingmo squatted in front of the door, patted the door with his paw, and then looked at Mrs. Lin again.

Seeing his actions, Mrs. Lin came back to her senses, she was a little reluctant and said: "Are you leaving?"

"Meow--"

The little white cat meowed softly, as if responding to her.

The old lady couldn't help but sighed, but she didn't force it. When she brought it back, she didn't think about hiding it.

I really thought about it just now, but if such a cute and well-educated kitten is really lost, its owner will definitely be very sad.

In conscience, Mrs. Lin knew she couldn't do this.

She walked over slowly, and knelt down in front of the kitten, "You can come to visit often in the future, grandma welcomes you here anytime."

The old lady reached out and rubbed the kitten's head, and said lovingly, then she opened the door, revealing a gap big enough for the kitten to go out.

However, unlike what she had imagined, the kitten didn't escape from here immediately. Its blue eyes, which looked very similar to hers, looked around the room again, and finally landed on her.

It was the first time that Mrs. Lin saw such spiritual eyes.

Under her gaze, the kitten dexterously jumped onto her shoulders, leaned over her face, and gently touched her cheek with its mouth, as if giving her a light kiss.

The kiss was as light as a feather, and Mrs. Lin was still in a daze. The kitten had already jumped off her shoulder and ran out the door without looking back.

It's like running a step slower, and he can't bear to leave anymore.

Many partings in life are often in a hurry, and it is possible to turn around and say goodbye forever.

He was able to say goodbye to grandma well, and he was much luckier than many people.

Lin Xingmo ran out of his childhood home, he kept walking, worried that he would really choose to stay.

In fact, it seems that there is nothing wrong with staying...

However, once he thinks about this choice, a figure will appear in his mind, the gentle and reliable figure who uses all his strength to protect him and take care of him, which makes him unable to let go.

Xu Yi when he was a child was him and not him.

What's more, there is the existence of Xiao Xingmo...

If he stays here forever, what will happen to him in the future?

Although whether he can go back or not is not something he can control, but his intuition tells Lin Xingmo that he belongs to the future, and this is not his time and space.

If he stays here by force, something bad might happen.

Lin Xingmo ran away in a hurry. He didn't pay attention for a while, so he ran upstairs. When he came back to his senses, he had already gone up several floors.

Panting slightly, he was about to take a break before leaving, but before he could rest for a while, he heard someone talking.

One of the voices was very familiar, he had just heard it.

Lin Xingmo raised his head and looked at the upper floor. He stepped up a few steps and landed lightly on the steps without making a sound, and naturally he did not attract the speaker's attention.

He adjusted the angle, and sure enough, he saw a face that he had met just now—it was Mr. Cheng who was giving sago dew to grandma.

He was standing in the open door, talking to a young man standing outside.

From the looks of it, he should be living here.

The old man at the moment, wearing a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, looks more and more elegant, with a bookish air emanating from the inside out, one looks like someone who has read a lot of books.

Lin Xingmo had a good impression of him, but he didn't immediately draw a conclusion.

He has met some people who behaved well in front of others, cheerful, enthusiastic, and helpful, but they seemed to be different people in private, which once puzzled him.

He didn't want grandma to be deceived.

The conversation between Old Master Cheng and the young man came intermittently.

"Mr. Ruan, I'm really sincere, please don't rush to refuse..."

The young man seemed to be asking for something from him, and his attitude was very sincere and humble, but the old man was unmoved. The shy old man in front of Mrs. Lin had a serious and distant expression at the moment, even a little unreasonable.

"There is no Mr. Ruan here. You have identified the wrong person. I hope you don't bother me again. This has already caused me trouble."

Under the strict refusal of the old man, the young man could only leave in disappointment.

Hearing this, Lin Xingmo quickly shrank into a corner to hide.

The young man was probably in a bad mood, so he didn't notice him, so he walked past him and hurried downstairs.

After the young man passed by, Lin Xingmo came out from the corner, looked downstairs, and then looked up, old master Cheng had already entered the house.

Lin Xingmo jumped up the steps and looked up at room number 2702.

Room No. [-] on the seventh floor of the second building.

He memorized the house number, then looked at the closed door in front of him, and could vaguely smell the sweet scent of taro.

Lin Xingmo hesitated for a moment, raised his paw and lay down on the door, and pushed hard...

"Eh-"

The door was not locked, and a gap was opened!

The little white cat's eyes were slightly bright, its head was pressed against the door, and it squeezed in forcefully.

In the same building, the layout of Mr. Cheng's house is similar to that of Lin's. Lin Xingmo left the entrance and sneaked into the living room.

The room was very quiet, and the sound of the radio singing could be vaguely heard. It is estimated that the old man lived alone.

The floor was cleaned quite clean, and everything was placed neatly. Although it was not as warm as grandma's house, it still made people feel comfortable.

Lin Xingmo's impression of the old man was better again.

He took a step forward, his eyes rolled around, and he patrolled the living room.

Before he finished walking in the living room, there was a quarrel from the direction of the bedroom, and Lin Xingmo hurried over.

Mr. Cheng seemed to be calling someone.

"If you are really filial, don't let anyone disturb me again!" After speaking, he hung up the phone with a click.

Lin Xingmo squatted at the door of the bedroom, tilting his head involuntarily.

So Mr. Cheng is indeed that "Mr. Ruan"?Is it his child on the phone?

Before he could figure out why, the door of the bedroom opened. Mr. Cheng, who was about to go out, caught a glimpse of something and couldn't help but lower his head.

Four eyes facing each other.

One person and one cat froze at the same time.

Mr. Cheng wondered why there was an extra kitten in the house, but when he saw the beautiful light blue eyes of the kitten, he felt a little more love in his heart.

Just about to bend down, the little cat turned and ran.

The little white cat with a nimble and light body was naturally not something the old man could catch up with when it ran. It ran out of the door and disappeared as a white shadow.

Old Master Cheng was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, thinking that the little guy had gone to the wrong place.

But...it's really cute.

Surely she will like it?

With a smile on the corner of the old man's mouth, the cloud on his face was swept away, and he paced into the kitchen.

Lin Xingmo ran all the way out of Cheng's house, and he was relieved when he didn't see the old man chasing him out.

He didn't know why he ran away, but it was not good to run into other people's homes without the owner's consent.

Generally speaking, Mr. Cheng gave him a good sense, but he obviously has two faces when facing grandma and facing others. Lin Xingmo felt that he needed to observe again.

At this moment, he heard the familiar voice of a child from downstairs—it was Xu Yi and him who had returned as a child.

Lin Xingmo poked his head out and looked downstairs.

"Ouch, Xiaoyi, what's wrong with your face?" Grandma's voice also came up.

"It's nothing, I accidentally knocked it."

The boy's voice still sounded hearty without much gloom.

"Then you should pay more attention in the future. What a pity if such a pretty face is disfigured?"

"Well, I will."

After saying a few words at the door, the old lady led the two children into the house.

Only then did Lin Xingmo look back, and was about to go downstairs, when he found an extra pair of shoes behind him.

He was startled, and subconsciously looked up along the opponent's legs, only to see Mr. Cheng standing beside him, also poking his head, looking down through the gap in the middle of the stair railing.

Probably sensing something, the old man lowered his eyes slightly, so the eyes of one person and one cat met again.

The little cat didn't run away this time, but narrowed its beautiful eyes slightly, looking at him with an indescribable look.

Old Master Cheng felt a little guilty for no reason. He subconsciously avoided the cat's sight and took a step back.

The author says:

mwah--