Feral cat domestication manual

Jing Cong didn't dare to look into Jiang Ci's eyes, he opened the door and fled back to the seventh floor where he hadn't been back for a long time, Jiang Ci's house, the house where Jiang Ci once lived, the place where all Jiang Ci's childhood experiences were carried.

He wasn't frightened, he wasn't afraid.

He just didn't know anymore, he didn't know how to face Jiang Ci, it was wrong to be angry, wrong to comfort, wrong to be confused, wrong to laugh it off, wrong to keep silent.In short, as long as he sat there facing Jiangci, he felt uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

But running up like this, throwing away their armor and armor, is also a bad idea that can only be avoided for a while.

Jing Cong finally held a hard wire in his hand and stood at the door of this utility room that he had never opened.The door was locked and he had no key.

Jing Cong inserted the wire into the keyhole and fiddled with it several times before he heard the sound of the lock cylinder springing open.

He pressed the doorknob and slowly pushed it open. There was a "creaking" sound of the door scraping against the floor, and an old musty and dusty smell came to his nostrils.

Press the switch behind the door, and when the light turns on, you will see a wooden table, and behind the table are large objects that fill up the room.

He approached the table, and all the things on it were piled up in a mess. It looked like things that Eci had used before. There were a few photos, a small Ultraman toy, a worn-out leather belt with flakes on it, a pile of Elementary school textbooks and homework books with warped edges, dilapidated and yellowed pages, and many scattered and crumbling building blocks...

Jing Cong picked up those photos, there were two or three different people in the pictures, and only one person in them was his acquaintance.The young girl with outstanding looks and bright smile looked very familiar.

It was Eji's mother who he rescued in the mental hospital last week.

Flipping through those books casually, they are all old, and a dust will be thrown up as soon as they are turned over.Eci's handwriting above is neat and immature, and I feel that he has been a good student with both character and learning since he was a child.

When Jing Cong put the book back, he saw a small notebook in the middle.He didn't care so much, and opened it at will.

The notebook is used to copy the daily homework, and each page is marked with the date and the homework assigned by the teacher that day.Counting the days, it was the fifth grade of Jiangci Primary School, that is, when he was ten years old.Just when Jing Cong was about to put it back in the same way, a line of words that was different from the homework content came into view.

[It would be nice if Jingle Cat could put me in my pocket and change away. 】

Jing Cong stopped breathing for a moment, and he remembered everything.

He remembered that Jiang Ci never stayed on the seventh floor for a long time, and he refused when he was asked to come in for a seat last time; he remembered that Jiang Ci had told him that even if life was not favored, he should continue to live; I am the only one who loves him from beginning to end, and every word Jiang Ci said to him likes him.

Birds flying across the sky will leave traces, and no matter how calm Eji is, it does not mean that the shadows have faded.But he still lives earnestly, coldly and warmly, with sophisticated human feelings and alone.

Eji may not need other people's grievances or comfort, or even need others to understand.But he just said everything bit by bit, just because Jiang Ci promised that as long as he wanted to know, he would answer.

Jing Cong realized that Jiang Ci had not been in the place where he was standing at the moment for 18 years.

And how can he be able to get Jiang Ci's preference after 18 years.

And he just escaped the other party's worried eyes, lost eyes, hurt eyes, and left him alone after hearing all the stories.

How could he be here now.

Why is he still here?

Jing Cong ran downstairs like crazy, and the subconsciously closed door made a loud bang, and he hurriedly descended the stairs with only two sections, but the three steps were divided into two steps.

The door on the sixth floor was not closed, and as soon as Jing Cong's feet landed on the ground, he walked in without hesitation.

Just after he passed the door frame, his vision went dark and he bumped into a "wall".

Jiang Ci delivered it to the door when Jing Cong went upstairs, and then he stood on this floor mat that he bought in a supermarket promotion one year and said "Entry and Exit Safe", without even closing the door.

He didn't think about anything, just stood there without moving.

In fact, he just planned to stand for a while before he should put away the dishes on the dining table, and then change the water for the rose for the last time. It has bloomed in the glass bottle, and now it is not so delicate and beautiful, and it is gradually withering. .

Before this "while" was over, he was bumped by Jing Cong.

Enduring the pain, Jiang Ci naturally stretched out his hand to support the person in front of him, put his arm around the other's shoulder, looked down, and quickly asked, "Did you hit something? Did you hit your head?"

Jing Cong stayed in Jiang Ci's half-embraced arms, and was stunned by Jiang Ci's question. He had mixed feelings for a moment, with a serious expression on his face, only ripples appeared in his eyes, and his vision gradually became blurred.

Jiang Ci thought he was in pain, and said in a panic, "Where did you hit? Does it hurt?"

Jing Cong shook his head, sobbed a few times, and said to himself, "We're going to see my aunt this afternoon."

Only then Jiang Ci breathed a sigh of relief.Quietly looked at Jing Cong for two seconds, then smiled, "Well, it's all agreed."

"I'm sorry," Jing Cong stood up straight, he was still panting unsteadily, and leaned his head against Jiang Ci's ear, "I see."

After a short moment of silence, he repeated again: "I know everything."

Jiang Ci didn't ask him what he knew.

Anyway, Jing Cong knows everything, as long as he is willing to come back, come back and bump into himself.

Jiang Ci really felt Jing Cong's touch and body temperature, he only knew that his heart was at ease now, and his breathing was smooth and steady.