I play the piano in the comprehensive world

Only after being in contact with life can one truly feel the weight of life.

It is as simple as obliterating a life.

Under the appearance of human peace, the hierarchical suppression of the food chain is truly displayed in front of the children. Dog Juanjing has seen cats catch mice, and dogs have seen dogs kill cats.

The logic of fairy tales: the mouse will die because it is bad; the cat will die because it is also bad.So most children don't realize the cruelty of inner logic.

The protective skin of fairy tales is to determine the fate of characters based on labels.It can also be said conversely that the fate of characters determines their labels.

Gou Juanjing never cared about it before, because good or bad has nothing to do with him.

Until now—the cat was in his arms.

The cat's warm and moist tongue licked his fingers, and the dog was so frightened that he almost threw the cat out of the box.

People who have never touched a cat will never know how soft a cat is, so they can easily label a cat as "bad".Or more bluntly - "serves it".

This is the dog's first contact with a cat.

The cat's original cardboard box was completely scrapped in the melted snow. His mother asked him to use old towels and old clothes to make a cat litter for the cat, and then go to the pet clinic tonight.

Kitten obviously thought differently.

Shrewd, it disdains the new cat litter, follows the dog Juanjing around, and even squats at the door waiting for him to go to the toilet.Looking at the small figure on the frosted door of the bathroom, Gou Juanjing felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Are cats such obsessive animals?

People who have never had a cat have no idea.

Seeing their son's bewildered look, Goujuan and his wife sniggered unconscionably. Goujuan's father raised his mobile phone to take a series of pictures of his son, and his mother quickly placed an order for a cat plush one-piece pajamas.

It's so cute, it looks like a child at last.

"Meow~"

The dog Juanjing went upstairs to sleep, and the kitten who couldn't climb the stairs anxiously walked around in circles underneath.

"Meow!"

The kitten's cry is thin and soft, with a sense of lovable weakness.

It climbed on the stairs, its golden cat eyes looked straight at the dog, "Meow~"

The golden eyes and the green eyes looked at each other for five seconds.

The green-eyed dog Juan Jing was defeated.

He carried the cat and its litter together into the room, the child pursed his lips, and solemnly made three chapters with the cat: "You are not allowed to snort here, you are not allowed to climb into the bed, and you are not allowed to bark at night!"

"Can we? If we can, we can shake hands." Gou Juanjing stretched out his hand.

The kitten lowered its head and sniffed at his hand, stretched out its little tongue and licked it.

The dog Juanjing retracted like an electric shock, and looked at the kitten in distress: "Give me your hand."

Mao Mao tilted his head to look at him.

Not knowing if the cat understood, the dog Juanjing pulled its front paw and put it on his hand.

"We have an appointment." The dog Juanjing held the cat's paw and shook it solemnly.

The cat withdrew its paws, turned back and threw itself on the dog's arm, and the puppy put the cat in the cat's nest with his backhand, messed up its fur, and covered it with a towel, before it could react quickly Climb into bed and sleep.

The cat with its messy hair meowed and purred in the towel for a while, and then fell asleep due to exhaustion.

The kitten and the dog wattle spend a night in "peace".

Gou Juanjing thought he would not be able to fall asleep, especially now that he found out that there is such a thing as a curse spirit, Gou Juanjing couldn't really fall asleep even after taking a nap in the kindergarten.

As a result, it was dawn when I woke up.

The cat is still young, with short legs, unable to jump up, and turns around the bed, and grandma will mime when he wakes up.

Gou Juanjing stared at it in a daze for several seconds, then opened his mouth and meowed back.

The kitten paused, raised its eyes to look at the dog Juan Jing, the elf looked weird as if he had discovered some new continent, flicked his short tail, and looked a bit like a puppy.

Gou Juanjing smiled.

On Christmas Eve, Gou Juanjing took the kitten through a series of inspections at the pet store and took a bath.The dirty kitten shows amazing beauty, just like Cinderella's magic transformation.

It's funny, but it's actually a little black cat wearing a white bellyband, but it was dirty before and the white fur on its belly turned black, so it looks like a black cat.

The little guy was put down and moved to Gou Juanjing, his golden eyes were shining, "Meow~"

The child petted its head restrainedly.

The nurse at the pet clinic screamed in her heart, cute baby with cute pet, so cute!

Seeing his stiff movements, the young lady came forward to teach him how to pluck the kitty funny. When the cat saw the nurse's hand, she would hide and attack her limply.Facing Gou Juanjing's hand, he obediently did not move, and would take the initiative to rub his palm.

The nurse smiled, and verbally instructed the dog Juanjing how to lick the cat. The cat quickly stretched its neck and made a purring sound. The golden cat eyes narrowed, showing an expression of enjoyment.

"At this age, it's also the best time to pinch cat's claws."

The dog Juanjing pinched its kitten's paws. The black paw pads were soft and warm. It was the best time to pinch when it was young and hadn't come out of the cocoon.

The nurse lady also wanted to reach out to pet the cat, but the kitten went back angrily.

The double-standard cat quickly gains the affection of the puppy roll.

Are cats such intelligent animals?

The omniscient psychiatrist Culolido gave the answer: "Don't underestimate cats."

Crowley, who is of half British descent, loves afternoon tea even if he immigrates to Japan. Gou Juanjing's knowledge of English afternoon tea comes from Crowley.He has built up a cabinet just for tea, black tea and black tea, and a variety of Western-style refreshments every day, sometimes served with traditional Japanese meatballs like today.

The three-color meatballs are unexpectedly delicious without any logo, not too sweet, just right soft and glutinous, with a delicate taste, more delicious than any meatball that Gou Juanjing has ever eaten.

"Especially the black cat." Crowley's posture of eating meatballs can be called elegant, and the meatballs are of a moderate size, one bite at a time, and they don't stick to the mouth at all.

Gou Juanjing corrected: "My cat is black and white."

"The color is not important, the important thing is the cat."

So who emphasized the black cat just now?

Gou Juanjing couldn't help but retort: ​​"It's just a kitten." It's only the size of a palm, it can't climb stairs, and it's a kitten that easily fights when it walks.

"A cat is a very spiritual animal." Clowrido no longer entangled with him on the issue of fur color, "Some things have nothing to do with age, but with race."

"The history of cats and humans being entangled is too long. Since a long time ago, cats have appeared in human myths and legends. Western witches are often accompanied by a black cat, and the black cat in Tang Dynasty also has a special symbolic meaning. In Egyptian mythology, Bastet, the god of fertility and healing, is directly the image of a cat with a human body."

Even in Japan, there are quite a few legends about cat demons.

Crowley did not elaborate further.

Hearing this, Gou Juanjing always felt that Crowley meant something.However, the psychiatrist did not continue to delve into this topic. Instead, he asked, "Did you name the kitten?"

"Because I picked it up on the eve of Christmas Eve, it's called Ping An."

Hearing the unexpected name, Culolido rolled his eyes, "I thought kids nowadays would like cooler names."

The dog Juanjing, who was holding a teacup and actually only had a glass of milk, replied naturally: "Mom said that safety is more important than being powerful or handsome."

"As long as the cat is safe." Gou Juanjing deeply agrees.

He has no fantasies about magic O girls, Q ratios, etc., and Gou Juanjing sticks to the "everyday" side.

Ordinary, mundane routines are fine.

Culolido agrees with this very much, "The name is the shortest magic, and your wish will definitely come true."

"Doctor Clow," Gou Juanjing said disapprovingly, "don't say strange things."

"Like?"

"Such words sound like 'get married when I come back', which is very unlucky."

"I'm so sorry."

Clow Rido looked unapologetic.

Gou Juanjing also didn't want to tangle with the doctor in this kind of place.

Because the last loser will definitely be himself.

Thinking of this, Gou Juanjing put Kerberos in his arms on the table.

Yue, who stood behind Clowrido, stared at Crubellos, and the puppet was ready to move in front of the tempting dessert.

"Speaking of it," Gou Juanjing licked the milk on his lips, trying to bring the topic to a safe place, "Isn't it too pitiful to just stand behind and watch us eat every month?"

He said it was pitiful, but in fact Gou Juanjing had no such emotion at all.

I don't know when it started, Gou Juanjing shed his shell when facing Culolido, and after stripping off all the disguised emotions, he showed the indifference of his original character.

Cullorido never reminded him that Gou Juanjing didn't notice his changes.

"There is no such thing at all." The poisonous boy will always stand at the forefront of defending Clow Lido, and he will take the initiative to refute such non-malicious guesses, "I don't need this kind of thing."

"This kind of thing?"

"I don't need the superfluous behavior of eating."

Dog Juanjing: "..."

The child looked at Yue who took it for granted, then observed Culolido's expression, and found that the unlicensed doctor was actually smiling happily.

Most of the time, Culolido has an impeccable smile on his face, an expression that can't be faulted in any aspect.

After looking at it for a long time, it feels like it is stuck to the face like a mask.

It wasn't until this time that he realized that Clow Rido also had mood swings.

He looked like a grandpa who would laugh at the noise of the younger generation.

Kerberos, who finally sat on the table and ate it secretly, was hugged down by the angry child again, and couldn't get up and down with a mouthful of the secretly eaten meatball.

You two quarreled, why did you drag me?

Xiao Ke, who still wanted to eat meatballs, carefully chewed the meatballs in her mouth. The sweetness of glutinous rice oozes out of the soft and glutinous texture. It is so delicious that Ruberos wants to cry.Counting with its plush fingers, as long as this little devil is around, all the sweets and snacks will not have his share!

Even if Culolido would leave it a portion, it would not be the freshest and most delicious time!

The price of camouflage is too high.

Cruberos' heart was bleeding.