The snow in the afternoon, scattered and scattered, fluttering in the wind, is a little less chilly, perhaps the sunset in the west, giving people an illusion of warmth. That layer of dusk light, through the blue sky and white clouds, shot from afar, obliquely, drawing long shadows, always gathering together, I don't know where to spread. Among them there is a shadow, extremely abrupt, one large and one small, stretching straight back, always keeping parallel, but it can't be combined, as if the owner of this shadow is born incompatible.

Think about it, it should be, after all, how can people and cats be compatible?

The bear orange paced its proud steps, its little short legs were in shape, and the fluffy tail behind it was twisting and twisting with its buttocks, like a model who walked too much. Wearing a dress woven with a face of various colors, and a dirty scarf around his neck, which he had just picked up in the garbage dump, although it didn't look good, but at least it could keep warm, and after some struggle, Xiong Tangzi had to accept it, anyway, he couldn't see where the little floral cotton coat on his body was.

But the old man liked it very much, and he thought it was an art, much more powerful than those fashion designers who claimed to be fashionable. He even wondered if he would go to a pet store and apply for a career as a pet costume designer. The two have known each other for more than a week, the homeless man and the stray cat can be regarded as meeting in Pingshui, with the same disease, although the bear orange has always been a look of love and ignorance of the old man, but the old man likes this little orange cat who likes to walk with his head held high, the dripping big eyes of different colors flow with all kinds of emotions, sometimes, the old man will imagine that the bear orange suddenly opened his mouth to call himself a grandfather.

The two walked slowly, and after a while, a thin layer of snow accumulated on their bodies. "It's going to be snowing heavily, Bear Orange, let's go faster." The old man patted the snow off his body and said. The bear orange also shook her body, shaking off all the cold snow, and her little short legs were happier than before, but they did not disturb her proud model steps in the slightest.

Seeing this, the old man also quickened his pace, and tightly pulled the two yuan he had just exchanged in his pocket, which was their last money for the day, and at most they could only buy two steamed buns. The old man strode forward, and in a short time he overtook the orange, and after a few more steps, he was far away from the orange.

"Meow, meow......" Seeing the back of the old man walking farther and farther, Xiong Tangerine was anxious and shouted loudly, and his little paws stepped on the snow one by one messy plum blossom prints. Hearing the scream, the old man suddenly came back to his senses, and hurriedly walked back, and was about to bend down to comfort the frightened little ancestor, but saw the little orange cat raise his little paws, which looked a bit like Lafayette in the Qing palace drama.

The old man couldn't help laughing, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to put it on the little paw. Xiong Tangzi nodded with satisfaction, stretched out his front paws and stepped on the palm of the old man, jumped a few times before climbing up, and then under the escort of the old man, he got into the only intact pocket on the military coat, revealing a head, and looked at the old man with slanted eyes, as if to say: "Can't afford the sedan chair?" ”

"Hahahaha, you're very good at evoking people. Then let the old slave carry you. The old man ignored the struggles of the bear orange, rubbed his little head with his rough dirty hands, and walked with a smile all the way, passing by a steamed bun stall, and bought a big steamed bun for one dollar, and the remaining one dollar was to be kept for emergencies. In case the income is not good, you can also buy a steamed bun to satisfy your hunger.

The bear orange shrunk in his warm pocket, unconsciously shrunk his head in, and fell into a deep sleep. It wasn't until they returned to their tin tent in the park that they could still hear its thin snoring. The old man looked at its sleeping posture in a ball, and it was not easy to wake up, so he had to hold the steamed bun in his arms to keep warm, and gradually, he also fell asleep.

It wasn't until late at night that the bear orange woke up in a daze, smashed its lips, a pair of heterochromatic eyes flashed faintly in the dark, it looked a little unrefreshed, it rubbed its eyes, only felt dry mouth, and its stomach was very hungry, it quietly slipped out of the tent, licked the snow on the ground to quench its thirst, until it shivered, and soon it ran back to the tent, circled around the old man, its nose twitched vigorously, it smelled the smell of food. After turning around, it saw the steamed bun that was held in the arms of the old man.

"Meow ......" the bear orange cried, and the old man did not react, and slept soundly. Helplessly, the bear orange had to get into the old man's arms, but fortunately it was petite, squeezed it in, it waved its paws, opened the wrapper, and began to feast. The steamed bun was already cold and hard, but it still ate happily, which was much better than those leftovers, at least fresh. After a while, half of the steamed bun was wiped out by it, and it opened its mouth and was about to continue to bite down, but hesitated, it looked up at the old man's sleeping face, thick beard, greasy face, there was really nothing to see. But he could see God.

Xiong Tangzi looked at the steamed bun that was only half left, licked his mouth, simply closed his eyes, crossed his little paws to cover his whole face, curled up, and fell asleep in the old man's arms.

The next day, the sky was bright, and the wisps of light poured through the cracks in the tent and turned into small dots of light on the old man's face. The old man subconsciously turned over, and the steamed bun in his arms fell, along with the bear orange. Hearing the sound, the old man quickly sat up from the ground, looking at the bear orange that fell to the ground and meowing, as well as the remaining half of the steamed bun.

The sudden impact made Xiong Tangerine very annoyed, and he was eating a big meal in his dream, when suddenly a thunderbolt struck, shattering his fantasy. When it woke up, it waved its claws angrily, a pair of different-colored eyes stared at the old man coldly, but saw the moist corners of the old man's eyes, the cold face suddenly stiffened, it was so frightened that its four little claws shrank up, and a pair of big eyes were full of doubts and panic, and it lay on the ground in a daze.

The old man wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, did not speak, just looked at the bear orange and smiled. This moment of laughter and a moment of crying made the bear even more puzzled, and it tentatively stretched out its paws, rubbed the old man's clothes, and retracted violently, not knowing what to do.

"You left this half of the steamed bun?" The old man asked, rubbing its head.

Hearing this, Xiong Tangzi immediately understood, changed his face instantly, slapped the old man's hand away with his little paws, don't look at his little head, and looked east and west, just without looking at the old man, with an expression that I didn't know what was going on. After a long while, seeing that the old man didn't eat the steamed buns, he was anxious again, turned over, walked to the steamed buns, stepped on them with his paws, raised his head, and showed his small fangs viciously, as if to say, "Do you eat or not?" If you don't eat it, Uncle Ben will eat it. ”