The sky was slightly cloudy, the road was very lively, and the store was unusually quiet.

It's a great day for storytelling.

Many stories begin like this—in an empty, slightly dimly lit room, an old man sits in a rocking chair, his knees that are often aching from the weather, with a thick blanket covering his knees, which are often aching from the weather, and a not-so-vigorous fire burning in the fireplace behind him.

The rocking chair swayed back and forth slightly, making him feel as if he was drifting in the long river of time, unconsciously reminiscing about the past years.

Two little children, a man and a woman, lying on the carpet with their chins and shaking their little feet, stared at him intently, waiting for him to tell a story that had happened a long time ago, a story that the old man had experienced himself, either thrilling, proud, or charming.

If there's a dog next to the rocking chair – preferably an older golden retriever – that's the perfect fit.

There are no rocking chairs in the pet shop, only chaise longues; there are no children lying on the floor, only two lazy cats on the cat climbing frame; Zhang Zi'an has a dog lying on his stomach, but it is not an old golden retriever, but a flying horse in his prime; he is not an old man, his experiences and stories are far less colorful than Lao Cha; his knees are not covered with blankets, but there is a parrot on his shoulder that may urinate at any time...... It really seems that he is seriously preparing to listen to the story, only Xinghai is squatting in front of the recliner.

But today is still a good day for storytelling, because the most important thing in storytelling is the atmosphere, and the atmosphere today is good.

The elves knew that π was writing stories about them, but no one knew exactly how π wrote about them. They also have curiosity in their hearts, especially those cat elves, their curiosity is natural, but out of reserve or self-respecting reasons, they don't take the initiative to ask about the content. As for the impossibility of secretly flipping through them, they are not π physical books, and their paws are really not suitable for operating mobile phones or computers.

Fina yawned, "It's okay to listen to this palace, but don't expect this palace to make a statement against your will." It must be known that thousands of years ago, the clerk of the kingdom of God has faithfully recorded the majesty of the palace, and if π is just a monkey, if its account is stronger than that of the clerk of the kingdom of God, the palace will never believe it. ”

Just as in ancient China there were historians who recorded the words and deeds of the emperor, ancient Egypt also had corresponding scribes who were responsible for recording everything in the royal family, for example, the scribe Tejani once recorded the epic battle of Thutmose III on the plain of Magidow and carved it into the walls of the Karnak temple. As the incarnation of the cat god and the favorite of Cleopatra VII, it was not uncommon for Fina to be recorded by the clerk in her every move.

Zhang Zi'an pointed out: "That's true, but you were still an ordinary cat at that time π, right? ”

"Ordinary cats, nonsense!" Fina glared at him, "Bengong is born extraordinary, don't compare Bengong with ordinary cats!"

"Okay, whatever you want, but you can always understand the meaning, right?" Zhang Zi'an didn't argue with it in this regard, "At least you won't be able to speak at that time." ”

Fina snorted and said no more.

Although the slave family is not as noble as His Majesty, the slave family can be regarded as having seen the world. Snow Lion echoed, "I heard that π is writing about urban life? The so-called urban life is nothing more than describing the daily life of ordinary people in the city...... The slave family is not boasting, this is the precedent set by Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng!"

Although it looks like a stinky fart, Zhang Zi really can't refute it. "The Golden Vase of Plums" is indeed the first time in Chinese classics that ordinary people are the protagonists and the daily life of ordinary people in the market is the theme of writing. Before that, the protagonist was either a legendary hero like Sun Wukong, or an imperial prince like Liu Huangshu, so Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng's position in the history of Chinese literature is unshakable.

From this point of view, urban life has indeed followed the road opened up by Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng to today, and it can be regarded as the originator of the city. Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng's portrayal of the characters is perfect, depicting a world that is almost chaotic, whether it is Ximenqing or Pan Jinlian's images are vivid.

"That's right, π is indeed writing about urban life, but there are still some differences from the market written by Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng - for example, neither humans nor animals have special abilities in "Golden Vase Plum", and what π wrote is more like an urban legend. Zhang Zi'an felt that it was really unfair to compare π with Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng.

He pointed to his face and said: "The so-called legend is in front of you - the cat trainer, the great master of Wing Chun, an enthusiastic citizen who likes to report crimes, the chief dog trainer of the movie crew, and sometimes a cameo appearance in the police department, so many titles are concentrated in one person, isn't it a legend?"

After saying this, he turned his nostrils upwards like Long Aotian, trying to avoid Fina's disdainful gaze.

"Huh, you're legendary, too?" the snow lion smacked his lips disdainfully, "making you even more legendary." ”

"Quack! Uncle Ben just wants to ask, do you have a boyfriend in there?" asked Richard maliciously.

"No! A boyfriend doesn't exist, it can never exist!" Zhang Zian asked rhetorically, "I don't have a boyfriend in reality, how can I have one?"

"Didn't you say that a good seven points are real and three points are false, and it is so disappointing to Uncle Ben!" exclaimed Richard with fluttering wings.

"Don't play in meaningless places!" Zhang Zi'an complained: "Is there any point in letting me have a boyfriend?"

"Of course it makes sense, isn't it just to make up for the regrets in reality?" Richard admonished.

Zhang Zi'an solemnly declared: "No! I don't regret it at all!"

"Look, you don't have a boyfriend or a girlfriend, aren't you sorry?" Richard's little black eyes rolled, as if he remembered something, and cried: "Since everyone is a learned person, and he is also an ancient Egyptian clerk and a Lanling smile, of course Uncle Ben is not willing to fall behind the cat, and he recited a poem to wish Yaxing." ”

Zhang Zi'an knew that this cheap bird could not sing good poems in its mouth, so he hurriedly wanted to pinch its beak, but a step too late, Richard had already flown up before his words fell, hovering in the air and chanting aloud:

"Sitting alone in the study is a wife, and this matter is not mentioned to outsiders;

If you change your left hand to your right hand, you will stop marrying again.

Brush and pinch all over the body;

Drop by bit to the ground, and the children and grandchildren will turn into mud!"