Probably because of the snow, Catwoman sat on the abandoned cement slab for a long time and did not see any stray cats passing by, and the white tail did not appear. I sat next to her and asked her if she wanted to go to the car for a while, and she shook her head.

"It's a strange day!" Catwoman said to me, maybe not me, I couldn't see the direction of her eyes through my sunglasses, "Even when it snows, there will still be some purposeless cats hanging out here." ”

"Maybe it's because of my bad luck," I reassured.

"No, something must have happened, can you go with me to the side of the road?" Catwoman said.

"Of course, if you sit here all the time, you'll probably freeze into an ice sculpture in a short time," I said.

We shook the snow off our bodies and stood up to clean our pants. I pulled my car keys out of my pants pocket, locked the door, and followed Catwoman outside. When she saw me coming, she put her snow-white left hand in the pocket of my dark blue down jacket, lightly touched my palm, and clenched it firmly. Her hands were eerily cold, like a blue whale stranded on the Arctic ice and losing signs of life.

"You won't mind pulling you like this, will you?" Catwoman asked, turning her head to me.

"No way," I said.

"Let's walk along this road and see if we can see cats," Catwoman said, pointing to a path divided by blue iron plates and a concrete fence at the other end, which had already been built on the perimeter of the half-built complex. This road is located not far from the community where the ants live, and it should be the third or fourth phase of the construction of the community, because winter is not suitable for construction, so when winter has not yet come, the rampaging forklift will first knock down the bungalows, temples, and streets here. After that, the huge land became lifeless, without the original lights, without the original cooking smoke, without the original children's games, and even when spring came, there would be no flowers, only reinforced concrete embedded in them, and the same lifeless tall buildings would be piled up.

The snow was still slowly falling, and we held hands and walked slowly, the footprints behind us filled with the freshly fallen snowflakes, and there was no trace of our coming. From a distance, we look like a young couple.

"Can I smoke a cigarette?" I asked.

"Please!" Catwoman replied.

I took a cigarette out of my pocket with my left hand, put it in my mouth and lit it, and took a deep breath. The gentle north wind brought the cold air and the scent of Catwoman, a very strange smell, like a tree branch and a flower, which reminded me of the old days.

This is the backyard of the Niangniang Temple, the towering poplar trees, in stark contrast to my thin figure, I sit on the grass leaning against a sturdy tree trunk, painting various patterns with a branch, there are red bricks and green tiles of the temple, squatting on the trees and crying birds, and the same lazy cat lying next to the tree. At this time, a tall girl with wheat-colored skin came up to me and said, "Isn't the child good at drawing, have you ever learned?" I shook my head and remained silent. The girl also wore sunglasses with a tortoiseshell frame, a beige V-neck dress, and the sunglasses emitted a dazzling light in the summer sun. "That's really rare?" The girl crouched down and looked earnestly at the pattern I had scribbled, and because of the low collar, the girl's plump boobs were exposed, and a wonderful sensation touched the nerves in the back of my head like a sharp scissor hand. The girl looked at my red little face, showed a sweet smile, and pressed her soft hand on my head like a spring breeze and said, "Little friend, you must work hard to draw in the future!" ”

"Hey, what are you thinking?" Catwoman's voice pulled me back from the depths of memory.

"Have you ever felt that something that, once spoken, and exposed to the air, will oxidize, deteriorate, and lose its original appearance?" I say.

"Yes," Catwoman said without thinking, "can you see what time it is?" I'm a little tired from walking. ”

"At four-eleven, let's go back to the car first," I said, pulling her around and walking in the direction of the park.

The snow has no intention of stopping, and it is estimated that it will be a long time coming.

"What do you want to eat at night?" I sat back in the car, turned on the air conditioner, and the heating flowed like a river.

"Sweet shrimp that no one picked up, and rice that I didn't finish in the morning," Catwoman sat in the passenger seat.

"Why don't you eat something fresh?" I asked.

"No, I don't like wasting food the most, so I'll go back tomorrow."

"Strict habits, so when will we see each other tomorrow?"

Catwoman took out a card with numbers written on it from her pocket and said, "This is my home address and phone number, although I don't know what is written on it, but if you call, I can just pick up the microphone and hear your voice, this is a card that my parents copied to prevent me from getting lost, so please be sure to keep it." I took the card and put it in the inside pocket of my coat.

"So I'll send you home now?" I asked.

"Can you put some music on? I want to sleep for a while," Catwoman curled up on her legs in the seat, covering her tiny legs with a long down jacket.

I turned on the radio, and I didn't know who played the ensemble of Sakas and the piano called "My Lovely Lover". The music was like a silk scarf, around us, I turned on the engine, and there was no exaggerated voice, "What an authentic car," and I didn't speak to anyone. The car drove slowly and steadily on the snow, and the catgirls were beside them, making small snoring sounds from time to time. I followed her address to a single-family bungalow in the south of the city, the square was not large, the yard looked small enough to grow some flowers and plants, Catwoman had not woken up yet, and I didn't want to wake her up. For some reason, the time with her seemed to pass slowly, so slow that I could clearly remember the luster of her neck, the smell of her body, the temperature of her palms, and the gasping of sleep. Thinking like this, my body unconsciously moved closer in her direction, trying to confirm that the impression I remembered was completely correct.

"What do the eyes look like under her sunglasses?" An unknown voice came from the depths of my head. But I didn't bother, retreated to my seat, adjusted the angle of the seat, leaned into the soft cushion, and reached out to take out my phone from my coat pocket to look through it.

"An abducted and trafficked disabled child begged on the street and met his biological parents", "A second-tier actress had an extramarital affair with a wealthy businessman", "The lost Shiba Inu returned home three days later".

"It's a great puppy, and if cigarette butts do the same, it can save a lot of things."

At this time, a text message notification appeared above the phone, the host number was not displayed, and the text message content was as simple as two words: Wait for me.