Mr. Cat

The smiling man, the clear lake water, and the mighty and beautiful white tiger turned before his eyes like a revolving lantern. Louis was clearly aware that he was wandering in memory, but he couldn't wake up.The scenery in front of him gradually blurred, and the green mountains and green trees slowly emerged like splashed ink paintings. He saw a tall osmanthus tree, which was the same as what he had seen before.

Sima Zhi still looks like a boy, wearing dark clothes, the fabric is also simple and coarse linen, he rolled up his sleeves, looked up at the tree crown.It is autumn, and the treetops are piled up with clusters of golden-cloud-like sweet-scented osmanthus, and the faint fragrance keeps coming.Sima Zhi was almost drunk in the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, fell asleep forever and never woke up again.

—Here is his grave.

"Ah Zhi!" Zaizhuo's shout was like falling stones, breaking the silence of the forest, the mountain birds in the forest fluttered their wings and flew up, Sima Zhi woke up instantly.

He quickly turned his head and looked around, but he couldn't see Zai Zhuo's shadow.Immediately, an unspeakable emotion welled up in his heart, a little flustered and a little guilty.He also shouted at the top of his voice, "Zaizhuo! I'm here!"

"Where are you?" Zaizhuo's voice came closer.

Sima Zhi looked around and found that there was no special sign around him. The strong scent of sweet-scented osmanthus was poured into his nose, and when the wind picked up, a tree of sweet-scented osmanthus fell colorfully.Sima Zhifu went to his heart and continued to shout: "Under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree! Can you smell the fragrance?"

Zai Zhuo was furious: "Stand still! I'll come to you!"

Sima Zhi obediently squatted under the tree, hugged his knees and waited for Zai Zhuo to come looking for him.

About a cup of tea, Zai Zhuo finally appeared in his field of vision, his clothes were torn by the branches and leaves in the mountains, revealing the intact middle coat underneath.Sima Zhi swallowed, hugged his head with his hands, closed his eyes and apologized: "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have come here!"

Zai Zhuo was about to reprimand him, when he suddenly heard him admit his mistake with a slightly crying tone, and immediately laughed angrily.

"You know what's interesting, you don't know how much I worry about you," Zai Zhuo said, "Where's your little chicken?"

Sima Zhi shook his head: "I don't know where he went either."

Zai Zhuo squatted down and checked Sima Zhi for any injuries. While checking, he scolded him: "I'll just leave for a while, and you're running around. It looks like I'm going to tie you up with a rope in the future."

Sima Zhi said softly, "Tie it up."

Zai Zhuo snorted coldly, and sternly nodded his nose: "It's better for you to keep your mouth shut." After making sure that Sima Zhi was not injured, Zai Zhuo was relieved. Little guy, as soon as he returned to the Taoist temple, he hurriedly ran all over the mountains and plains again, even if he was exhausted.

Sima Zhi knew he was wrong, so he grabbed the man's sleeve pitifully, "Zai Zhuo, let's sleep here for one night and return to the Taoist temple tomorrow."

Zai Zhuo agreed.

At night, Sima Zhi slept soundly on Zai Zhuo's shoulder, looking heartless.Zai Zhuo couldn't fall asleep anyway, he looked up at the starry sky, wondering what he was thinking.Suddenly, a golden spot of light appeared in the air, but in the blink of an eye, it became several times larger.

Zai Zhuo subconsciously wanted to draw his sword to block, but he saw Jin Guang's true face clearly.

The little golden bird rushed up affectionately, rubbing back and forth on Zai Zhuo's shoulders, like a child returning home.Zai Zhuo's murderous aura dissipated immediately, and he stroked the bird's beautiful feather crest helplessly: "How come you are like Ah Zhi, always like to scare people."

The bird uttered a crisp and melodious chirp, and flew up to the branch of the osmanthus tree. A tree was full of flowers rustling, countless golden osmanthus fell down, and an osmanthus flower quietly fell on the palm of Zaizhuo.Sima Zhi, who was sleeping on his lap, hadn't woken up yet, but his long jet-black hair was covered with golden osmanthus flowers, which made his lips rosy and pale.

He was actually... moved by the child he picked up.

"Sima Zhan, Sima Zhan, have you lived in vain for more than 30 years?" At night, only Guishu seemed to hear him muttering.

When he woke up the next day, Sima Zhi noticed that Zai Zhuo's eyes were black and blue, and he followed Zai Zhuo worriedly, "Did you not sleep well last night? Otherwise, we'll rest for another day, and we'll go after we've recuperated."

Zai Zhuo grabbed the young man who was spinning around, and said angrily, "One more day's rest, and I'll be too hungry to walk."

Sima Zhi was stunned, and said loudly: "Then I will carry you back!"

"Are you carrying me? Just your little arms and legs?" Zai Zhuo glanced at the young man's thin figure with disgust, "Have you eaten these days?"

Sima Zhi died down, he didn't dare to tell Zai Zhuo that he didn't eat anything and was still alive and kicking.

Zai Zhuo only thought that this guy had dealt with the lunch casually, hated that iron could not be made into steel, so he lightly knocked on Sima Zhi's head: "Eat well, otherwise you will always be so thin, and you will fall down when the wind blows."

From the sweet-scented osmanthus tree came the resonant chirping of birds, much louder than usual, as if echoing Zai Zhuo's words.Sima Zhi pouted, hugged Zai Zhuo dissatisfiedly, and rubbed his head in his arms: "Stop talking."

Zai Zhuo was suffocated, and quickly pushed Sima Zhi away, breathing unsteadily: "You are almost weak, don't be so clingy." He took a deep breath, extinguishing the burning fire in his heart, "I When I came back this time, I brought you Nine Chapters on Arithmetic and the Four Books and Five Classics, you have to learn to write anyway, since you live in a Taoist temple, you can’t even know how to write.”

Sima Zhi Leng was pushed away unexpectedly, feeling inexplicably aggrieved, and then heard Zai Zhuo asking him to learn to read and write. He was just sad, and the joy of being able to read was diluted a lot, so he could only reply sullenly: "Oh."

Seeing Sima Zhi's downcast eyebrows, Zai Zhuo felt sourness flashing across his heart. He made up his mind and decided to distance himself from this child.He is in his early 30s, and he is about to die alone in the Taoist temple, but this kid can't do it. He should take a look at the wider world instead of being isolated in the Taoist temple with him.

Zai Zhuo coughed softly: "I have to get some bark or something to make paper when I go back. I didn't bring the book back, so I have to write it down."

As soon as he finished speaking, the osmanthus tree trembled endlessly, and with a loud bang, a large branch slammed down.Zai Zhuo hugged Sima Zhi and rushed out, narrowly dodging.He looked back with lingering fear, sweet-scented osmanthus flowers were flying all over the sky, and golden birds were jumping back and forth on the fallen branches, the huge branches and leaves made it extremely small.

Sima shrank in Zai Zhuo's arms, his heart was beating fast, Zai Zhuo's breath wrapped him tightly, even though he was almost hit by a branch just now, he was still very happy.He quietly hugged Zai Zhuo's waist, trying to pretend to be scared: "What's wrong?"

Zai Zhuo covered the back of his head with his hands, "It's nothing, it might be your little chicken."

The golden bird had an innocent face, chirping and screaming, its wings fluttering its feathers, and it looked like it was about to pounce on it and act like a spoiled child.Sima Zhi was sitting in Zai Zhuo's arms, all his thoughts were in Zai Zhuo's warm arms, and he didn't even care about a guy who was suspected to be the culprit.

"It's time to go back." Zai Zhuo pulled Sima Zhi away from his arms and said solemnly.

Leaving suddenly from the warm embrace, Sima Zhi felt lost, the golden bird jumped up at the right opportunity, nestled comfortably in Sima Zhi's arms, its feathers were warm, like a little sun.

"Zai Zhuo, can you give it a name?" Sima Zhi hurried to catch up with Zai Zhuo who was walking away.

"What name do you want?"

"I don't know either," Sima Zhi lifted up this magnificent bird with golden feathers, just covering the warm morning sun, "Look, does it look like the sun?"

"Then call Yangli."

"Hey? Why?"

"The sky is vertical and horizontal, and the yang is separated and dead," Zai Zhuo groaned, "Why does the big bird sing, and why does the husband lose his body?"

Sima Zhi half understood: "What do you mean?"

"The way of heaven is perpetual, one ebbs and the other rises, and if the yang qi is separated, the vitality will be cut off." Zai Zhuo stretched out his hand and rubbed the beautiful feather crown of the golden bird. "Since you say it looks like a little sun, then call it yangli."

Sima Zhi said happily: "This name sounds nice, so it's called Yangli."

The Yangli bird broke free from Sima Zhi's hand, flapped its wings and went straight up to the sky. It sang loudly, and the melodious bird song fell slowly.

After returning to the Taoist temple, it was already evening, and Zaizhuo picked some wild vegetables and mushrooms, and stewed soup with the pheasants caught on the road. The two finished the soup with a sigh of relief, and went to bed.Extremely tired and tired, he fell asleep immediately after touching the pillow, but Sima Zhi couldn't fall asleep no matter what.He opened his eyes to see the moonlight flowing like water on the ground, and suddenly heard Yang Li chirping outside the door.

The two of them were sleeping on the Datong bunk, Sima Zhi looked back quietly, Zai Zhuo was in a deep sleep, he was a little relieved, then got up lightly, pushed the door open with a creak, and outside the door the yangli bird was circling and never falling , and the flames bloom on the tail feathers.

"Yangli." Sima Zhi closed the door and called softly.

There are stars twinkling outside the door, and Yangli's tail feathers are brighter than the stars and moons in the night sky. There are golden flames on its feathers and tail feathers, just like the golden crow in mythology.Hearing Sima Zhi's call, Yang Li rushed over, and the flames left brilliant arcs of light in the night sky.Flowing clouds quietly covered the crescent moon in the sky, and the sky and the earth suddenly darkened.

Sima Zhi frantically hugged Yangli, he accidentally touched the flame on Yangli's tail feathers, but he didn't feel the slightest burning sensation.

"Yangli, what kind of bird are you?" Sima Zhi supported Yangli with both hands, and the warm little body of the bird leaned against Sima Zhi's arms, dispelling the chill of the night.

Yang Li straightened his neck and looked around.

"What are you looking at?" As soon as Sima Zhi finished speaking, he saw a mass of pitch-black objects whistling from the sky, and slammed into the open space in front of the wing room. The door opened, looking at the lump with lingering fear, trembling, with a shocked expression on his face, "This is... isn't this a fallen osmanthus branch?"

The next morning.

When Zai Zhuo got up, he glanced at the quilt next to him. Sima Zhi was used to staying in bed, but today there was no one in the quilt.Zai Zhuo crawled over and checked the temperature of the bedding with his hand, it was already cold.

It seems that Azhi has been up for a long time.

He pushed open the door, and at a glance, he could see the huge monster on the open space in front of the house—the osmanthus branch.Sima Zhi hugged Yang Li, squatting beside the osmanthus twigs, with a curious expression on his face, he touched the leaves of the osmanthus twigs.The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus drifted away with the wind, Zaizuo was surprised, and walked quickly, "Azhi, what's the matter with this sweet-scented osmanthus?"

Sima Zhi raised his head and replied, "I suddenly flew over by myself last night, and I don't know what happened."