As soon as the white girl turned around, there was no longer Master Zhang in the small pavilion, and her doubtful person stood up, faintly saw a person lying in the small pavilion, startled, and hurriedly ran through the flowers quickly and sensitively.

Master Zhang was covered in alcohol and fell to the ground unconscious, the white girl put down the flowers in her mouth, hurriedly walked over and listened to his snort and heartbeat, and only relieved her heart when she saw that he was fine.

Meow a mi, it's really scary.

The white girl picked up the flowers again and was about to leave, and suddenly saw a corner of the paper painting on the stone table, she was very curious about what Master Zhang had painted, so she jumped on the stone bench lightly, in order not to make the mistake last time, she jumped hard with all her strength, jumped on the stone table steadily, and then saw Master Zhang's new painting.

As soon as the painting came into her eyes, the white girl's heart was so heavy that she couldn't breathe, and she regretted why she jumped on the table to see it.

This painting is a picture of starvation all over the field, and the perspective of the person who painted it seems to be in it. Countless homeless people in ragged clothes and withered faces walked on a road that was not wide, and the road ahead was endless, gray, and full of despair.

Half of the gray sun hung diagonally in the sky, crumbling and about to fall below the horizon, and the homeless people numbly marched in a hopeless direction.

Most of the homeless people in the painting are numb along the road, and on both sides of the road are groups of unkind-looking migrants, none of whom are women or children, and they look at their fellow travelers walking along the road with a kind of 'hungry' gaze.

On both sides of the road, someone set up sporadic boilers, and in the corner of the painting, three men with green eyes grabbed the feet of a struggling woman and dragged them to a secluded corner, she stretched out her hand to a man standing next to her for help, the man looked at her, his numb face, and his eyes showed sadness and longing.

At the front of the road, two couples stopped on the side of the road, a woman clutched the boy in her arms and wept, and her husband took the ignorant daughter and handed it to another couple. The other couple pointed to an old lady lying on the cart, and a crying girl.

The white girl didn't know what the relationship was between the man sitting next to her and the woman being dragged away, and she didn't know whether the old lady in the car was dead or alive, she only felt that the human tragedy in the painting was so tragic that people couldn't bear to look at it directly.

A silent, dying, hopeless despair of struggling to survive came to the face.

This painting is too sad, all the displaced people are struggling to survive in the direction of no hope, from this painting, you can see the compassion and anger of Master Zhang. I can't imagine that this person who has no love for small animals still has this kind of feeling.

The white girl stood up from the stone table, looked around the painting, tilted her head and thought about it, stretched out her little paw and lightly dipped a little paint, and hung diagonally on the horizon, lightly smearing some orange-red paint on the crumbling sun.

This stroke is like the finishing touch, and the artistic conception of the whole painting immediately changes.

The white girl finished the painting, looked at it for a while, and was finally satisfied. She also has some cultural connotations, otherwise when so many of her boyfriends in her last life were collectively blind?

At this time, the old man Zhang who fell to the ground covered his head and let out a painful groan, he was drunk and fainted for a while, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the little white cat squatting on the table, turned his head to see him, his blue eyes looked at him gently, his furry pointed ears trembled, and he sighed softly like a human.

Master Zhang felt that he must be not lightly drunk, otherwise how could he see admiration and tenderness in the eyes of a cat? He stood up with his hands on the stone table, his eyes inadvertently swept over the paintings on the table, and he was stunned when he saw the faint orange red.

The mood of the painting has changed!

The little white cat squatted on the stone table and looked at Mr. Zhang and meowed gently, Mr. Zhang looked at the painting in great surprise, who was it? Who added this to his painting?

Although the tragic scene in the painting is still the same, there is a faint orange red in the sky, and most of the displaced people are heading in the direction of the rising sun, as if they are blind and desperate, but there is still hope for the road ahead.

"Okay, good, change it well!" Master Zhang said hello three times in a row, looked left and right but didn't see anyone, I want to know, if there is really someone, how can I see him drunk and fall to the ground?

Master Zhang's incredulous and suspicious gaze fell on the little white cat, he gently pinched the cat's paws, and was shocked when he saw that the cute meat mat was still stained with orange paint!

The white girl said that she was very satisfied with the shocked eyes of Master Zhang! She let the little paw be held in his hand, and raised her head proudly!

Meow~!

That's right, that's me!

"I can't think of it, I can't think of it!" Master Zhang couldn't help but hold the cat high with both hands, and said incoherently excitedly: "That's true! I should take you as a confidant!"

Meow~~~^_^

Not everyone can take a cat as a confidant, Master Zhang is more thoughtful and quite avant-garde, and he only now believes his mother's words, the white girl has spirituality!

Since he has become a confidant and regards the other party as a spiritual creature that can communicate with each other, Master Zhang's words and deeds cannot be too frivolous, and after he was excited, he put down the little white cat and waved at the little white cat on the stone table: "Brother Bai." ”

The happy and proud little white cat immediately sank its furry face and glared at the back of Master Zhang's head dissatisfied.

What the hell is 'White Brother'?

Although it is a pity, Master Zhang can only burn on the spot after seeing the starvation picture, and the little white cat is very sorry to look at the painting burned in the fire, and is more worried about the safety of the people in the painting.

Master Zhang and the little white cat sighed faintly together, the two were stunned, looked at each other, and the little white cat meowed softly and comfortingly.

Master Zhang was slightly moved and called: "Brother Bai." ”

The little white cat rolled her eyes, put aside her hairy face and ignored him, jumped off the stone table in one go, lowered her head and picked up the flowers she had picked, and walked away.

Master Zhang didn't know where he offended the little white cat, but looking at the back of the little white cat leaving with a flower, he also knew in his heart, oh, it had harmed him again.

This morning, I still feel spoiled cats, and the shovel officer who wants to teach the rules of cats was called into the study by Mr. Zhang at noon without knowing it, Mr. Zhang strained his face and said sternly: "I don't care how much you messed around in the past, in the future, you have to take care of it and work hard in your studies." ”

Zhang Hengqing knew in his heart that this was the beginning of the old three, and he was sincerely afraid to be taught, but he heard his uncle cough and said: "White girl, uh, no, Brother Bai is a spirit, you can't be frivolous about it in the future." ”

"Huh?" Zhang Hengqing opened his mouth wide and couldn't react, Bai Girl, what the hell is Brother Bai? He looked at Master Zhang's expression and gradually reacted, and then his heart was shocked, is this talking about Bai Girl?

Master Zhang was also a little embarrassed at his nephew's shocked and undisguised eyes, and he said with a stiff face: "You must not be able to take care of Brother Bai in class during the day, and when you go to study at home during the day in the future, let the white girl say I'll come here." ”

Zhang Hengqing sighed in his heart・・・・・ before the uncle still disliked him for raising cats and playthings, resolutely disagreed, and repeatedly taught him a lesson. Why is it that he has been pushed down by the cat now and has become a cat slave?

This face is slapped, snapped.