Feral cat domestication manual

The taste of this shop that was selected blindly is really good.

The peppers in the boiled fish were much less than usual. Jiang Ci didn't think it was spicy enough, but it didn't matter.

Jing Cong scooped and scooped the boiled fish with a pair of chopsticks. He ate it seriously, until his lips turned red from the heat.

Jiang Ci looked at him and saw that he was sweating profusely, and his red lips followed the movement of his cheeks earnestly eating the rice.

It's nice to see Chili finally bringing Jing Cong back to life.

"You saw blood and suffered from heatstroke today, and you are half a patient. Wouldn't it be too wild to eat this way? I knew I wouldn't order this today. How about I add another plate of vegetables?" Wrong place to eat but also late.

So I don't know where the theory came from, and I feel that eating some green vegetables is healthier.

I felt a little guilty and wanted to make up for it, and take care of this little prickly head and half of the patient.

Jing Cong hadn't finished chewing the food, and just about to say no, Jiang Ci yelled at the waiter: "This table will be served with stir-fried seasonal vegetables."

Jiang Ci thought of something and immediately added another sentence, lowering his voice: "It is true that you invited me, so I can order whatever I want. After all, there are very few good people like this landlord who are kind and kind to help the neighbors." .”

Jing Cong stared at Jiang Ci with food in his mouth, raised his eyes while chewing with puffed cheeks, and continued to sink his head in just a few moments.

Finally, after cleaning up the food on the table, Jiang Ci sat on the chair to rest and did not move. He didn't want the little thorn to be embarrassed about the matter of inviting guests to dinner, so he simply looked at the plate with a lot of vegetables left after serving the meal. stay.

Jing Cong got up and went to the front desk to pay the bill. The money in his pocket was just taken out two days ago.After collecting Boss Liu's debt that time, he and Xiao Wu did two more things, and his pockets were quite loose.

When he touched the money, he accidentally touched a wound on his waist, took a breath, and gritted his teeth.

After leaving the hotel, Jiang Ci went to pick up the car. While waiting for the car to drive on the road and wait for the red light, Jiang Ci found that Jing Cong had fallen asleep sitting in the co-pilot.

He closed the car window that Jing Cong had rolled down before.

It was already late at night when we returned to the garage of the community.

Jiang Ci turned off the engine and looked at Jing Cong who was still planted on the window of the car next to him, sleeping unsteadily and babbling from time to time. Just as he stretched out his hand to wake him up, Jing Cong suddenly frowned in his sleep, showing pain on his face. color.

Jiang Ci's hand stopped in the air, and then he heard Jing Cong whimpering, although he didn't really cry.

"It's not me," Jing Cong turned his head away from the car window and became a little excited, "It's not me!"

The scene that was playing out in Jing Cong's dream was different from the false nightmare during the day, but came from the clearest memory in his mind.

Back in the second year of high school, it has been more than a year since Jing Cong was taken over by his biological mother from his grandfather, and he was placed in this school where Lu Mingwei was also in the second school, but his brother Lu Mingwei was their political teacher in their grade.

Because Jing Cong started school late in the countryside when he was a child, he was two years older than his classmates when he first entered No. [-] Middle School.

He has lived on campus since his freshman year in high school.During the holidays, I bought a ticket and took the four-hour car ride home to see my grandpa.

The place not far from his school where his mother, brother and stepfather lived was not his home.

Before that incident happened, Jing Cong thought he could maintain the seemingly indifferent relationship. He didn't feel much about Lu Mingwei, his real brother, but he was born to the same mother as him, but his fate was completely different. It's different, it's just a person who has no experience and will not have any intersection.

At that time, there were still a few days before the mid-term exam, and everyone else was going to review. Jing Congzheng fell asleep alone in the dormitory.But he was woken up by a phone call from the class teacher and called to the Academic Affairs Office.

As soon as Jing Cong entered the Academic Affairs Office, when Jing Cong was still in a daze, he saw Lu Mingwei walking towards him, and asked loudly, "Student Jing Cong, why did you steal the sample papers for the midterm exam?"

Jing Cong didn't realize it all at once, and stared at Lu Mingwei and the serious-looking grade director sitting beside him in a daze.

"Student Jing Cong, the history midterm exam paper that Mr. Lu issued was supposed to be sent for printing today, but it disappeared out of nowhere. According to Mr. Lu's description, he is your brother again, so..."

Jing Cong suddenly came back to his senses. The feeling of being wronged made him turn inside out but had nowhere to vent. He said excitedly: "No! It's not me!"

The grade director said, "There is no evidence at present. The teachers are very reasonable. You go back first, and we will investigate again." He was invited out of the academic affairs office. turned over...

For a moment he was really an idiot, and then a sense of humiliation welled up in his heart.Lu Mingwei's midterm exam paper disappeared, but he said he stole it?Why?

The phone rang untimely, and Jing Cong looked at the caller ID: Zou Min.

"I'm mother." Jing Cong listened to the voice coming from the mobile phone, the voice was indifferent and without ups and downs, and he didn't say a word.

"Let me make a long story short. Something happened to your brother. He lost the exam paper he finally gave and couldn't find it. It's just in time for the exam, and the school leaders are holding him accountable. You know, your brother will judge right away." A first-level teacher, if no one admits to stealing this..."

Before she could finish speaking, Jing Cong interrupted in a cold voice: "So let me be a thief to take the blame?"

"Why can't you be considerate? It's not a big deal. With Xiaowei at school, you'll just get a demerit in the end and it won't have any impact. Besides, your grades are not good, but your brother..."

"Why should I take the blame for what he lost? I'm not your fucking son?" Jing Cong said indignantly, as if he was attacking.But he understood, and the pent-up air in his heart disappeared, and he only felt cold, colder than before.

For Jing Cong, it seems that it is more bearable not to be cared about than not to be trusted.

Jing Cong grew up with his grandfather as long as he could remember. When he was a child, he still had some fantasies looking forward to his mother, would he hug him like other mothers?Do you care about yourself?There are only very short visits a few times a year, like mission visits. Every time the elegantly dressed woman steps on her high heels on the dusty concrete floor, the scene that can’t move at first In the eyes, I saw her disgust and disgust.

The dislike and antipathy include the feeling of this rural place, and it should also include the feeling of myself.

Slowly it faded away.If you accumulate too many failed expectations, you will no longer have expectations.

Afterwards, he went to the nearby town middle school in the town. Teenagers with hairless hair usually vented everything by fighting, and it was commonplace in the township junior high school where the rules were loose.

At that time, Jing Cong had an unpleasant personality system. Even though he never wanted to initiate a relationship with others, entanglements would still come to him.

If you can't avoid trouble, then do it.

"If you weren't my son, I wouldn't bring you back from that backcountry. But now it's about the leader's trust and opinion of Xiaowei, it's about your own brother's future, and the way to minimize the loss can only depend on you Yes, I know it's a disservice to you, but..."

The call fell silent for a while.Jing Cong is waiting for the final verdict.

He waited.

Then, the woman who clearly had the closest blood relationship with her completely ruined the weak and cold relationship between mother and child for more than ten years with the last sentence: "When you go back every month now, you should know that your grandpa's heart surgery has caused various diseases. Complications, now you need to stay in the hospital for long-term observation, otherwise the problem will be serious. I divorced your father before he left, and I have no obligation to support your grandfather, you should know."

He renewed his understanding of his mother from pain to numbness time and time again.

This beautiful and elegant intellectual woman is sure to bring warmth to others, but all that is left to her is indifference, indifference, and cold-bloodedness.

After hearing this, Jing Cong looked like someone who had just been picked up from ice water, his lips trembling, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I will do it. But grandpa's safety must be guaranteed."

"I'm not forcing you, it's just that you can figure it out. It's not a big problem."

Everything is going according to the set plot. Jing Cong admitted that he had a sudden thought that he stole the test paper from his brother the night before the test paper was due to be handed in for printing, and then randomly threw it in a trash bucket.With the help of Lu Mingwei, the school gave Jing Cong a punishment of staying in school for probation and asked for a review.

After the dust settled, Jing Cong no longer "turned the prodigal son back".

He was often ridiculed and provoked because he didn't fit in with others, and when he couldn't bear it, he no longer deliberately endured it, and started fighting again.

It's not easy to fight in a place like the No. [-] Middle School, because the management is strict, and the bottom ones in the school usually have no other actions except verbal threats, shoving and shoving. Dan can't do things that can't be on the stage.

But even if there are rules and regulations, it can't stop the excess hormones of teenagers.It is difficult to fight outside the school.

Jing Cong and Xiao Wu met when they were fighting before the end of his sophomore year.

Xiao Wu was one year younger than him and was an orphan adopted by his adoptive parents.In recent years, the adoptive parents have been busy with their own careers, frequent further studies and business trips, so Xiao Wu is a wild horse in a free range state.

During a group fight, Jing Cong was not a member of the center, so he just watched silently from the outside, planning to slip away early.

While the two sides were pushing each other and punching each other, I saw a man with a steel rod on the opposite side, his eyes were red, and he rushed towards the little boy standing in front of him by virtue of the inertia of being pushed, Jing Cong widened his eyes. He closed his eyes, and his hand was one step faster than his brain, grabbing the arm of the person in front of him and pulling him back. One sideways pushed the person away, and the other hand quickly intercepted the steel bar, and kicked the person in the stomach.Then ran off with the man who staggered aside.

The two ran across two streets, Jing Cong took a rest panting for a while, and the person next to him said, "Thank you, brother, otherwise blood would be splashed on the spot."

Jing Cong calmed down and continued walking without saying a word.

"Hey! Brother, I know you! It was during the whole school review that day. Hehe. You are a grade higher than me. By the way, my name is Xiao Wu."

"..."

"Brother, you were so handsome just now, but I'm afraid after thinking about it."

"..."

"Brother, I will hang out with you from now on."

"Don't call me big brother, and don't follow me." Jing Cong looked at the young man half a head shorter than himself, and said, "Compared to saving you, I'm just not used to watching people get stabbed."

Xiao Wu smiled foolishly, and said, "Thank you too, big brother...ah bah."

Jing Cong ignored him and walked forward quickly.

"Hey! Brother Cong?! Wait for me!"