18.

The sun rose as usual the next day.

I was called by the alarm clock with the quilt rolled, although I got up quite angry, but I can't get angry at the phone, is it going to be smashed?

It's better to say that I rarely get angry.

It's still a little cold in the morning, but the air is comfortable, of course, only when the air is good.

The sun shone on my white quilt, and the twisted folds bit the shadows and refused to let go, but they were still illuminated. The light shines through the window, and the action of dust entering the air creates a diffuse reflection, creating a hazy beauty that seems to have a sense of substance.

By the way, I woke up a little late in the morning, which made me a little uncomfortable, maybe because of the pain, I shook my hand, my body was still aching, but it still disappeared a lot in the course of the night.

Maybe it's not just the pain that disappears.

Fortunately, it's Saturday, so I don't have to go to school, so I can just stay at home. It makes me super comfortable and super laid-back at home.

After struggling under the covers for a while, I still staggered to my feet.

That's right, my car.

Although it's just a bike, it's still a little old, and it's a very ordinary kind, without any special shifting function, it's really a very ordinary car.

Even so, I was still a little worried, but I couldn't say that I would have feelings after a long time, so I could only persuade myself that if I didn't have this car, I would need to walk to and from school.

Until the arrival of a new car.

But then again, normal people will go back to see if their car is not there, so why should I try so hard to persuade myself?

This makes me a little sluggish.

But when I got to that place, it dawned on me that the chill could not be resisted in the early morning when the sun was shining brightly, even though I had added a trench coat.

The wind was blowing gently, and when I looked inside from the outside of the alley, I couldn't see anything.

Who would have thought that it would have been a while ago what had happened here. Just like the poor dog in front of Lu Xun's door. The sun was falling softly, and the gray concrete floor seemed to be dyed with glow.

As holy as the light reflected on the painted bronze statues of the greats.

But this holiness is only unconscious, and it is not even visible of the sin that lies beneath it. Like a child who doesn't know anything, it holds the world firmly without any discernment, and this malice is also covered up.

I finally knew what I was struggling with, maybe I already knew.

The bike was still leaning there, unchanged, which gave me some relief and relief.

Reaching out and touching the cold handlebar, I intend to slowly push it away. I don't think I'll be able to ride smoothly right now, so I'd better choose a more secure way.

It's not that I don't want to be here, it's that I don't want to remember.

Pushing the car with a little force, I kicked the parking rack up, shaking off the mechanical feeling on my body, and I seemed to see the moonlight of yesterday.

The moonlight was far colder than the sun now.

By the way, I found a piece of paper on the handlebar.

"Dude, please get a new car, I don't even want to ride away."

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So, is it really no coincidence that my car is still around?

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Looking at the empty home, I felt a familiar sense of security, and sure enough, it was better to stay at home.

But even now, there are a few things that are a little annoying. For example, the cat scratching the door outside the house, as for why I know it's a cat and nothing else, it's just because I've encountered it more than once.

During the Chinese New Year, I met it for the first time, and two lonely hearts collided around the corner in a lively world.

It's a normal orange cat, and while I can't tell the difference between orange cats other than their size, I can't tell the difference between them.

It would meow at me and rub my legs secretly.

But not because of this, or not just because of this.

It has a piercing hole in its left ear, and the wound is rounded, a perfect circle.

Now I didn't realize that I had developed a unique affection for cats as a creature until one thing came later.

But now that I had opened the window, the liness of my body was the capital of its climb up and down, and the hunched waist was a harbinger of it pounced on me.

It's just that I tried to give way to it when it pounced, so it landed on the ground.

Not touching me seemed to make it a little unwilling, and it was a little annoyed when it landed on the carpet, and grinded its claws on the carpet in my kitchen. Although the carpet was a little spent, I didn't feel distressed.

"What to eat?"

"Meow~"

Although I didn't understand and couldn't have understood, I still got it a can of cat food.

The midday sun was reviving a bit, and the weather was getting a little warmer, and I reached out to touch its head, but it dodged.

If, Li Xinmu's words.

I muttered incoherently, it should be time for lunch, and I looked at the cat, who flicked the can into its arms.

Ahem, I won't grab anything from you anyway.

I rubbed my hair and thought about what to eat in the sun-drenched kitchen. It's a real problem for the ages.

If it can't be solved, then it won't be solved, I opened the refrigerator with this thought, and at this time I felt as if I had gotten rid of the problem.

There was nothing in the fridge.

Let's eat noodles, somen noodles, of course.

By the way, let's pick it out and prepare a little.

On this warm noon, a boy with glasses and a warm face and a chubby orange cat spent the afternoon quietly in a small kitchen.

The afternoon was fast, and even though I wanted to leave it at home, it still didn't look back, looking at its back, and there was a feeling of loneliness.

It disappeared into the red of the window.

It was a cat with an ear pierced, and I don't know what the hell was going on. But the regular wound didn't look like a normal injury, it looked like a wound after being cut off by something like a stick or a tube.

I didn't think about what it was, but I was a little scared.

I'm just scared to think about it, but there's nothing wrong with that, it's just a cat.

It jumped in again and threw itself into my arms at a speed that I didn't react to.

Warm, soft, it's something I feel for the first time. A ball of flesh that is so soft that it seems to have no shape, but the hairball does not make a meowing sound.

I held it and gently stroked it in alternating light and dark, forehead, chin, chest, back, abdomen.

Every inch is soft and warm, and not a single hair is a collection of heat.

It struggled to writhe on me, bringing its head to my chin and licking gently.

But I put it down anyway, it doesn't belong here. Under my watchful eye, it did not look back from the moment it hit the ground and slowly walked to the windowsill, jumping up without taking a cloud with it.

This soft texture is still rippling in my hands, and its last figure is full of handsome determination, and the gentleness here will not be its home.

I understand.