Mr. Cat

Tears welled up in his eyes, flowed quietly down his cheeks, and wet the pillow.

He didn't know why he was crying, but he just felt sad. This inexplicable emotion squeezed his heart tightly, and he was almost out of breath.Lu Wu looked at him without blinking, and said softly, "Have you seen Suga?"

While weeping, Louis replied calmly: "Well, but the time to meet Suga this time should be before the lantern festival."

He paused, and then said, "Mr. Cat, Susa is my previous life."

Lu Wu was taken aback for a moment, then regained his composure: "I understand."

Louis lifted the quilt and sat up.It was past four o'clock in the afternoon, and the sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows in the bedroom, and the Fengqi River flowing outside the window was unobstructed.The three crossings were all on the Fengqi River. As the saying goes, there are only three things. If he has not thought of the connection between the Fengqi River and his soul travel, then his 100 years of life will be considered in vain.

"Mr. Cat, I want to go to the library of the school," Louis said suddenly, "There must be traces of Sutra's existence in Lu's collection of books. I don't believe there is no record of his unofficial history."

Lu Wu raised his head to look at him, with snow-white paws resting on his hand: "Okay, I'll accompany you."

On weekends, Guangdu Middle School was very quiet. The teaching staff had already left, and the sweet-scented osmanthus had withered. Walking around the campus, you could only hear the rustling of the wind passing through the bamboo forest.At dusk, when the dusk fell, Louis stood still in the bamboo forest with the gray civet cat in his arms.

The main road has not been repaired until now, and every time you walk, you have to make a detour, and the same is true for the bamboo forest path that is being constructed together.Both sides of the path were dug up soil, with a very faint smell of blood.After the slough of the Suva was burned, the bones in the forest also disappeared completely.

Louis looked down at the refurbished soil, feeling ominous.

A yellow bamboo leaf fell at his feet, and the gray civet cat landed lightly on the ground, lowering its head to smell the smell of the soil.Louis attached himself to pick up the withered yellow leaf, and looked up - a blood-red and golden sky was revealed between the gaps in the bamboo leaves. The golden sunset even dyed the bamboo leaves everywhere into golden yellow.

——No, it’s not the setting sun, but the bamboo is withered.

There is a saying in the Shan Hai Jing Annotation that the roots of bamboo change once every 60 years, and the roots must produce flowers, and the flowers must bear fruit, and the fruit must wither and die, and when the fruit falls, it will be resurrected.

The wind brought the fragrance of bamboo leaves, and the withered yellow leaves in Louis' hands turned into fine sand in the wind.A burst of white light appeared, and Louis looked to where the light came from. A tall, silver-haired man stood in the wind, with him as the center, the bamboo forest withered rapidly, the old bamboo turned into fine sand, and new bamboo rose from the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye. grow.

In just over ten seconds, the bamboo forest has taken on a new look, with bamboo catkins floating in the air.

Mr. Cat in human form looked a bit indifferent, his star-like eyes looked indifferently, and Louis heard him whisper, "Follow me closely."

Louis didn't dare to disobey, stepped forward a few steps, and followed closely behind.

The Book Collection Pavilion has not been opened for several days. He used to sort out the collection of books on the first and second floors, so naturally he knows the collection of books on the first and second floors.The only place I haven't set foot in is the third floor where Jiuzhang Shushu used to be.

Stepping up the stairs, you will see a small room with tall bookshelves on three walls.These bookshelves have been around for some years, and there are many scratches on the frame, which looks vigorous and old.Louis pushed aside a bookshelf and strode into the corridor behind the bookshelf.

The light suddenly dimmed, there was no light source, only a small window was opened at the end of the corridor, what Louis could smell in his breath was the fragrance of paper, mixed with the unique stink of dust.Framed calligraphy and ink paintings are hung on both sides of the corridor, there are no wall lamps, and there is a high table at the end of the small window, which is empty.Louis didn't care about the darkness, he could see things in the dark, so he could see his surroundings clearly.

He walked in front, and Lu Wu was one meter behind, protecting him faintly.

There are not many books on the third floor, but most of them are precious manuscripts, and there are even only one copy of many books—this is a secret that only the Lu family knows.Looking out of the narrow window, the sky was dark, the sun had set, Louis held his breath, and opened a mechanism somewhere in the wall.

With a creak, a painting slowly stood up, revealing the deep hole behind it.

It was the first time for Louis to activate this mechanism, and the dust hit his face, causing him to cough several times.A slender hand stretched out from behind, and Lu Wu leaned against his ear and whispered, "I've been here before."

Louis looked at him in surprise: "Have you been here?"

Lu Wu: "Yes."

He took Louis' hand naturally, "Follow me."

His voice was not loud, but his tone was very natural. Louis was overwhelmed by his words, and obediently followed him away.

Pushing away another bookshelf, they stepped into another corridor.This long corridor is the same as the previous one, even the calligraphy and paintings on both sides are exactly the same, there is also a small high table under the small window at the end, the only difference is that there is a thin book on the table.

Lu Wu pushed Louis in front of him and put his arms around him, guarding against any possible danger.Strange to say, since he entered this bamboo forest, the silent memories in his mind began to wake up. He saw Shan Shi, Buddha bells, scrolls, and even a man who looked very similar to Lu Guangting.

Louis saw the ancient books on the small table under the window at a glance.

In the long corridor before, the book at the same position is Nine Chapters on Arithmetic.All the books in the attic were placed by Lu Tanchuan himself. At that time, his uncle was already 70 years old. Louis wanted to do this for him, but Lu Tanchuan refused without thinking, and even gave him a hand. He left a meaningful sentence.

Louis still remembered that it was a sunny afternoon, he and his elderly uncle were walking in the bamboo grove, and when he mentioned the library, Lu Danchuan was a handsome and handsome man when he was young, and even when he was old, he was still very romantic.With his hands behind his back, he walked slowly on the gravel path.

"Louis, you don't have to worry about the attic. I'm an old bone, so I have to move around." Lu Danchuan suddenly stopped, turned his head to the side, looked at Louis and smiled, "Some things must be done by me." Done, this is an agreement between me and one person."

After finishing speaking, he smiled to himself again, "Actually, he is not considered a human being."

Thinking of this, Louis couldn't help smiling wryly. When his uncle said this, his tone was too casual, and he didn't take it to heart.Fortunately, he is not very human, and his memory is good enough to retrieve this memory from the depths of his mind.He looked at Lu Wu's handsome profile beside him, and said to himself, "Uncle is talking about Lu Wu."

He had that dream. When he was young, he was playing in the garden of his ancestral home. A man with silver hair and white clothes stood under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, looking at him tenderly.He couldn't see the man's face, but he remembered that he was wearing a white shirt with wide sleeves and black trim.He just stood under the tree, holding the ball as a young boy, staring blankly at the man.

When he was full of thoughts, he had unconsciously walked to the small window.

Looking down, the book on the table is very close at hand. The cover is very simple, even crude, with three large characters flying and flying on it.

"Duguangzhi—" Louis read out its name.

Seeing that he was still unwilling to move, Lu Wu leaned into his ear and said, "Louis, open it."

Louis nodded, stretched out his hand, and the moment his fingertips touched Du Guangzhi, it was as if an electric current flowed through his body, making him tremble involuntarily and his scalp numb.

When he picked up the book, a piece of paper fell from between the pages.Louis quickly picked up the piece of paper and took a closer look. There were familiar handwriting on the note, signed by a relative he was very familiar with.

【To Louis, my dear nephew, Mr. Kunlun must be by your side when you see this note. 】

Louis was taken aback, and suddenly turned his head to look at Lu Wu: "Mr. Cat, do you know my uncle?"

Lu Wu rubbed the back of his neck soothingly: "Well, but I can't remember clearly."

Louis breathed heavily. Since his uncle passed away, he had never seen his handwriting again, and he was afraid that seeing things and thinking about others would only cause sadness.Now the letter that Lu Tanchuan left for him is in his hand, but he dare not read it any further. After his seemingly peaceful life, he has always been protected by his uncle.

His throat was sore.

Lu Wu was right next to his ear, and his warm breath made his ears red: "Keep looking down."

[This Du Guangzhi was handed over to me by him. When you read this book, it means that you already know all kinds of past lives. I don't know how you will choose, but I will give you the right to choose. 】

[When I made the agreement with Mr. Kunlun, you were only ten years old, still young, and often lingering on the sick bed.I found out later that your illness was due to the weakness of your soul. You were supposed to be reborn in our Lu family a hundred years later, but you came to us early. I am very happy to be your uncle. 】

The dark past gradually became clear, yes, he was always sick when he was a child.Victor is often worried, regrets every day, and even hates his blood, thinking that he is the one who made Louis weak.Once he had a high fever, he was in a daze, his face was flushed, and he kept crying.Victor stood by his bed, holding his tiny wrist, and the 1.9-meter man cried with him, tears all over his face.

But then, for some reason, his health gradually improved, he could run and jump, and he was healthier than all his peers—he forgot about his weakness when he was a child.

[Nine Chapters of Arithmetic were given to the Lu family by you in your previous life, and Du Guangzhi was also written by you yourself. If you want to retrieve your past life memories, take a good look at this book, and I hope you gain something. 】

【Lu Danchuan】

Louis carefully put the note into his arms, but tears flowed down his face.He actually forgot so many things, and many clues had already surfaced in the past, but he never paid attention to it, so he spent dozens of springs and autumns without knowing it.

Lu Wu carefully wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Louis?"

"Mr. Cat, I want to know our past." Louis turned around, hugged Lu Wu's waist, and buried him in Lu Wu's neck naturally, "I want to know what happened in the previous life."

His infirmity in childhood was related to the soul, and the remains of the Suga were buried under the bodhi tree.

Shan San is right, the two of them are the same person—the same person standing at different historical nodes.

He wanted to see what Lu Wu looked like thousands of years ago, and also wanted to know why Shan Shi gave the nine chapters of arithmetic to the Lu family thousands of years ago.Ever since the scroll fell into his arms, everything was doomed, and the ropes of the past had caused ripples in the peaceful life, so he must pull up the ropes to find out everything that happened thousands of years ago.

Even to protect his uncle and Mr. Cat behind his back, he still has to go on.