"Do you believe in fate?" Years later, when someone asked me that question on a formal occasion, I was stunned. In this society that believes in science, people ask me such questions, and they still ask me in public. I thought he would have wanted me to answer if I didn't believe it, and I did. However, I always felt that there was a mysterious force growing with me, and I couldn't break free from it, especially on my path to true love.

She stood there, across the street, looking at me motionless, just as I looked at her motionless.

Her eyes are still as clear as a lake, her face is still as beautiful as an angel, but does her heart still think of me?

I do not know!

I just watched her motionlessly, hoping to see the answer in her actions, just as she looked at me motionlessly, perhaps expecting something too.

This situation and this scene seem familiar.

I was only about three years old when I saw a strange little girl at the gate of the community. She was standing across the alley, looking at me curiously. With big eyes, a round face, and a long white dress, she looked at me motionless, just as I looked at her motionlessly.

Who is she? Why does she keep looking at me?

Is it because I've been looking at her? If that's the case, then I'd better let her go. So I deliberately glanced away, and after a moment I looked across the alley.

She still looked at me motionless, just a short distance from where she had been standing. How did she know that I would suddenly turn my head to look at her again? How could she just be looking at me when I was looking at her? Will she be able to know what I'm thinking? It's funny.

Then let's try again.

I deliberately glanced away again, and then suddenly across the alley. Sure enough, she moved a little further, still looking at me motionless. Haha, that's interesting.

So this time it's ruthless.

Once again, I deliberately glanced away, this time waiting a little longer to see how far she could go.

When I looked across the alley again, she was finally gone. I ran to the middle of the road and looked at both ends of the alley, where there was no sign of her, except for a white cat holding a fish bone as it passed by the telephone pole by the side of the alley. It may have been the sound of my footsteps that alarmed it, and it stared at me in horror, its stiff body as if it had frozen, like the little girl just now. Could it be that she was the cat?

I hope so, then we'll be too close to each other. Because I'm actually a cat.

My name is Mao Xiaoer, and I was born in this city called "Fengcheng". The place where I met her that day was not my house, but my grandmother's house. At 3 years old, I never remembered what she looked like, only that she had a sweet face. Maybe I'll meet her again in a few years, but how can I recognize her when we do?

My home is in the southern part of Fengcheng. There is no gate in the complex, and the entrance is just a vacant aisle between two brick walls. This is common for a small town in the 90s.

Passing through the hallway, you can see several six-story buildings arranged in a staggered row, with neat light grass-colored walls and vibrant verdant trees. If you go inside, you will find that there are several rows of small buildings with only three floors, and the uneven gray walls are like wrinkles on the faces of the elderly, full of old age, which seems to be very different from the overall style of the community, making people feel as if they have come to another world. That's not all, though.

If you go deeper, you will be pleasantly surprised to find that there is a small and exquisite courtyard mixed in. The courtyard is walled with red bricks, with only one opening, and is the shape and size of a door. Walking into the courtyard, a simple concrete road leads to a row of brick herringbone bungalows, flanked by overgrown muddy floors. There are not many inhabitants here, some of the houses have been abandoned for a long time, and the darkness inside through the broken wooden doors makes people feel terrified. The whole yard is like a small isolated village.

For strangers who inexplicably break in, you have to be extra careful when you come here. There are usually several yellow-striped wild cats lurking in the weeds, and when they notice you, they will suddenly burst out and startle you, then swoop up the fence, climb onto the roof, smile back, look at you in shock, and then walk away.

When you come to your senses, maybe there is a little boy standing at the door of the house in the middle, with big round eyes, looking at you ignorantly, and that look is exactly the same as the cat just now, which makes people suspect that he was transformed by one of the cats just now.

That's right, that's me.

As for the other cats, you won't know that all cats can become human.

This secret is unknown to humans. When we appear in human form, in their eyes, we are human beings; When we appear in the form of cats, in their eyes, we are cats. My parents told me that all cats have to keep this secret.

"So how can we tell if a stranger is an ordinary human or a cat?" I asked my parents suspiciously. My parents didn't answer my questions directly, they told me with their eyes that they didn't know either. They just told me that I didn't have to think about anything, just play happily with all the cats and really love all humans. Because our mission is to integrate into the human race, to silently guard them.

Parents really fit well into the human world, which they call work. Every morning, after feeding me breakfast, they took me to my grandfather's house, and then went to work until they came back from work, and picked me up at about seven or eight o'clock.

So I spent most of my time at my grandfather's house, which was not far from my house, in a small three-story building next to the courtyard. Obviously, Grandpa is also a cat, he has been guarding humans for a long time, and he is good friends with the neighbors around him, and he will often visit the house when he has nothing to do. Sometimes my grandfather would take me to the neighbor's house to play, but I was always nervous.

They're all living humans! How do I communicate with them? If I don't behave naturally enough, won't I show my stuffing!

So I rarely spoke in front of them, rarely lingered in their homes, and even though they looked at me and gave me a warm and kind feeling, I still felt so embarrassed and stressed. That's why I don't like to go with my grandfather at all. There is one exception, even if my grandfather doesn't take me there, I often run around and play on my own.

The family lives on the first floor and has a spacious courtyard with a cage of chickens, carefully planted flowers and plants, and two pine trees standing side by side. I was intrigued by these two pine trees from the balcony of my grandfather's house, and I always looked up at the treetops and felt that they were out of reach, as if they were straight into the sky. And when I finally came to the courtyard where the two trees were, I couldn't help but touch them, as if I were worshipping something sacred.

This family has a granddaughter who happens to be the same age as me, named Shen Yun. I don't know why, but this girl especially likes to stick to me.