When I came to Temple Street again, it was completely different from the last time. It was snowing that day, and today the sky was clear without a single cloud, but the thick snow still revealed the reality of the snow that had fallen a few days ago. When I got out of the car, I realized that there was no Catwoman's hand in the coat pocket, and the coat pocket turned out to be so empty.

I kept walking the way I had been, slower than before, because I was still looking for something strange. When he was about to walk to the back of the Niangniang Temple, a big yellow cat was lying lazily on the ground. It was the old cat in the north of the city.

I walked over and gently touched the fur on its back, and it knew that someone was coming, and slowly opened its eyes.

"It's a grind," said the old cat, the words coming to my ears with clarity and without the slightest ambiguity.

"Are you talking about me?" I looked at it in surprise.

"Is there anyone else here? Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"It's like talking to someone. ”

"It would have been the same," said the old cat, squinting his eyes and wiping his face with his paws, "I have been back here since I left the north of the city that day, and I have something to say to you because I thought you would come. ”

"Please. ”

"What you are looking for is indeed here, but what you are missing cannot be found again, do you understand what I said?" the old cat looked at me intently.

"Maybe I understand," I lit a cigarette.

"It's good to understand," the old cat stood up, arched his back into an arc of about 270 degrees, and stretched his body with great effort, ready to leave.

"Jim," I called to stop. Its body froze, and it stood there dumbfounded.

"It's been a long time, why is your white fur so much missing," I crouched in front of it.

"I don't know, it's like this after a few hairsheds. ”

I touched its warm, soft little head, "How about waiting for me in the car?" I put some small dried fish and beer in the car. ”

"No appetite, and it's time to get back to the north of the city, and that thing will come out later, I have a hunch," Jim licked his fingers.

"Well, goodbye," I stroked its back again.

"You need to wait until the sun goes down, that thing can't see the light of day, and it's been hiding under the hard ground, refusing to come out," said Jim, turning around and quietly leaving.

I walked to the backyard and found a concrete pier to sit on. He took a stainless steel flask from the inside pocket of his coat, took a sip of vodka, and then lit another cigarette, and a strong burning sensation spread from his abdomen to his limbs. The sun slowly set from the distance, and the figure gradually stretched in the snow.