Feral cat domestication manual

Jing Cong didn't sleep anymore, and the scenery walking backwards kept flashing across his vision. At this time, there were no buildings in the urban area that seemed to be piled up one after another. Instead, there were patches of green mountain suburbs, and In the bleak rice field, there are a few scarecrows strewn here and there.

The scene after that was the one he was most familiar with.

It is a place he is familiar with in his memory no matter where he is.He grew up in such a place.

According to the navigation he found in advance, Jiang Ci turned into a winding, narrow, potholed gravel road, and after a while, he came to the end. In front of him was a one-story house built with red bricks, surrounded by low hills on three sides.

After getting off the car, Jiang Ci went around and took Jing Cong's hand, and stood side by side with him quietly in this secluded and barren land with beautiful mountains and rivers.

Jing Cong gradually returned to reality from the trance.He hasn't been back for a long time, it's not that he doesn't want to come back, and it's not that he can't come back, but he can't find a reason to come back, and he doesn't feel the need to come back—he used to feel that he was the same no matter where he was.

He clasped Jiang Ci's hand, took a step forward, "Over there."

Jiang Ci didn't ask anything, just followed him around a shallow ditch and a dense and wild grass.At the foot of the mountain on the side of the house, there are two tombs.

"I never came back after my grandfather passed away," Jing Cong said, "and no one will come to pay homage to them and visit their graves..." He took a deep breath and looked at Jiang Ci, as if reflecting on his mistakes: "I shouldn't have come back..."

Jiang Ci let go of his hand, and after rubbing that little head, he went up to pick up and sweep away the dead branches and leaves in front of the tomb. The dark formal suit and the tall, sharp and serious figure added a sense of solemnity to the picture with solemnity.

The two just stood in front of the tomb for a while without saying anything.

"Brother, when did you plan to take me back here?" Jing Cong pulled a piece of dog's tail grass by the ravine, and poked it on Jiang Ci's clothes as if playing, "How do you know the place? I didn't follow you said before."

"You can know everything you want to know," Jiang Ci put his hands in his pockets, looking careless. If it weren't for walking on a deserted hillside, he would really be "attracting bees and butterflies". Yes, just in time for today's trip."

"I'm so happy," Jing Cong boldly brushed the "dog's tail" over his chin, and said with a smile, "Thank you."

Jiang Ci's jaw was itchy, he pulled the grass feigning anger, and said, "You are so thankful? Haven't you been cleaned up enough yet?" He said as if he was going to pull him over and clean up in broad daylight.

"Ah!" Jing Cong yelled in a low voice, bowed his body quickly, and ran forward, "You can't beat me, and this is my territory, you won't be able to get out without me!"

Jiang Ciyouzai leisurely enjoyed the threat from the other party, only looking at the person who was running ahead alive and kicking from a distance, it could be regarded as letting the "cat" go back to the mountain and helping him release his nature.

Seeing Jing Cong slipping into a tea forest, Jiang Ci shouted: "Don't run around! Xiao Cong, come back!"

Looking at the empty and desolate environment in his field of vision, he suddenly had an epiphany, why did they come to the mountains to drink the northwest wind in the winter?

But after a while, Jing Cong came out and walked towards Jiang Ci, and when he was about to approach, he stretched out his hands towards him, with a shy face and a slightly bright smile.

There is still a long time before the arrival of spring in the next year, but Jiang Ci once again felt: this is spring.

This northwest wind is worth drinking.

It's just that the smiling face in front of his eyes is too "rampant", so he can't help but secretly scold himself "I don't know the blessing in the blessing", how can I feel a little flustered...?

Before he could figure it out, Jing Cong stuck to him, wrapping his hands around his neck.

"It's getting sweeter and sweeter..." Jiang Ci's neck trembled before he finished boasting, "Hiss...it's really becoming more and more pampered." He went to hide Jing Cong's cold hand on the base of his neck. He slapped the man's buttocks twice, not hard.

Just these two strokes made him submissive, Jing Cong let go of his hand and walked down the slope.

Jiang Ci turned around and took two big steps, then grabbed the man's hand again, flattering him and said, "Hey, why are your hands so cold, do you want to let go?" He even turned his body slightly.

"No need," Jing Cong dragged him two steps faster, and whispered, "I washed my hands in the ditch on purpose."

Jiang Ci covered his hands dumbfounded when he heard the words, and the two "reconciled as before" and returned to the warm car.

After Jing Cong sat down firmly, he asked, "Brother, what were you thinking in front of my father's and grandpa's graves just now?"

Jiang Ci raised his eyes to look at him, "I'm not your brother anymore, I'm making a promise to the two of you so that they can feel at ease. I will accompany you back in the future."

Jing Cong didn't avoid meeting Jiang Ci's eyes this time, and after a while, he said, "Brother, I won't let you break your promise."

Jiang Ci replied, "Okay."

From the beginning to the end, when Jiang Ci faced him, he used the word "good".

The word "good" is the most extravagant in each other's lives.

It is suffering that empowers life and life, and it is you who make them better.

The whole book is finished.