At first, I thought that the snow had just gone far away, similar to Siberia. From there, cold winds blow to Chinese mainland, but enough ice is cool enough to block the transmission of any radio waves.

So, she couldn't communicate with me and couldn't give me any news about her. So, every day I would go to the pier by myself, listen to unfashionable jazz music, drink vodka, and watch the boats pass by.

Maybe she'll be on a ship coming back somewhere, and even if I haven't moved, there's a good chance she'll get lost when she returns.

I needed to show her the way, at least at the time I was obsessed with it. And the yellow and white cat, I named it Jim, because I happened to be carrying a bag of potato chips, dried fish, and a bottle of Jimbeam whiskey.

In this way, the name is really sloppy, but it is still quite comfortable to call. You don't have to deliberately pronounce words, you don't have to distinguish between flat tongues, you can blurt out names by simply shaking your vocal cords.

Judging by his coat color and body shape, Jim is over six years old, like a middle-aged man.

Not running around like a young cat and not scratching at the sheets and my single leather sofa. Always lying alone on the set of cats I laid for it, when thirsty I walked slowly to the drinker next to the cattails to suck the pure water I filled up in the morning, and when hungry I ate a few grains of cat food on the plate, because I didn't exercise much, Jim rarely ate.

Occasionally, I bought the raw fish, sweet shrimp, and dried fish, and it didn't show much love, just like cat food, biting and chewing little by little, and then walking back to the pu mat slowly, with his eyes closed, as if he was sleeping.

After the snow left, I quit my job at the restaurant. Every day when I left the docks, it was as if the sky was covered by a black tablecloth.

One by one, the street lights come on, illuminating the city in a dim light. I carried a big bag of snacks and beer from the supermarket, I came home alone, I pressed the light switch at the door, the living room was illuminated, Jim was still lying on the mat, if it wasn't for the ups and downs of my body when I breathed, I would even think it was dead.

As I sat on the couch, Jim seemed to realize that I was back. Coming from the pouch mat and jumping on top of me, I gently stroked its little head, the furry warmth spreading from the tips of my fingers all over my body.

I took out a bag of small dried fish and a can of beer from a supermarket plastic bag. Tear it open and put it in your mouth, and then pinch it with your hand and feed it to Jim's mouth.

Jim opened his small mouth and bit on the small dried fish, tore a shredded piece of meat from it, licked it into his mouth with his pink tongue and chewed it.

I unplugged the headset from my phone port, the screen display switched to an outgoing sound, and the trumpet sound of MilesDavis flowed slowly like magma.

With a bang, the beer was opened, and I took a sip, raising my Adam's apple a little as the beer liquid flowed.

Heavy sleepiness suddenly, I put down Jim in my arms, he slowly walked back to the puff mat, put down the can in his hand, took off his shirt and fell down on the bed.

Dreams pulled me to the dark bottom of the sea, and I couldn't feel myself breathing, nor could I feel if my limbs were there.

The long-lost dream came at an inopportune time.