It rained, the air was much moister, Wang Qi took the violin to the small river in the suburbs, the grass grew on the riverbank, the warbler flew, the catkins were elegant, he was fascinated by playing the violin, and the butterfly docked on his shoulder, as if listening to the tune. The birds stopped on the willow tops and sang to the sound of the strings, and the wind blew through the reeds and grass, making noises, one after another, as if they were beating. Wang Qi finished playing the tune, opened his eyes, and saw a white mouse under his feet. It was an unusual rat that was much longer than the others, especially the tail, which curled up on the hip like a thin rope. It is a pet rat, probably separated from its owner, and at the moment its round eyes are staring at Wang Qi. Wang Qi urged it, but the guinea pig was not afraid of him, and still sat on the grass and looked at him. Wang Qi leaned down and saw that there was a clip on the hind leg of the pet rat, and it turned out that it was clipped. Wang Qi untied the clamp, the mouse was deeply injured, and the flesh on the hind legs was lifted, and the muscles and bones could be seen, and the blood stained the hind legs. It must have hurt when I opened the clamp just now, but the mouse didn't call, it was strong. Wang Qi held the mouse and brought it back to the rental room.

The mouse's hair is very shiny, the owner must wash it for her every day, Wang Qi applies medicine to the mouse, and the mouse can stand up, but still can't walk. Wang Qi handed it bread, and the mouse quickly finished eating a piece of bread, and Wang Qi handed it another piece. The mouse looked at Wang Qi vigilantly while eating. Wang Qi made a cloth bag for it, which was counted as its residence. Not only did the mouse not go in, but it also bit Wang Qi's hand, and Wang Qi shook his hand and threw the mouse on the wall. Wang Qi looked at the blood flowing from his fingers and was very angry, this mouse, I saved its life, not only did it not appreciate me, but also came to bite me, it was really hateful. Wang Qi wanted to drive away the mouse, but when he saw the pitying eyes of the mouse, his heart softened, it was a pair of eyes that were frightened by injury, the mouse didn't want to hurt himself, just because of fear, maybe it thought of himself as the person who buried the trap, and the purpose was to capture it. The mouse curled up and sat tremblingly by the wall, still watching him with wary eyes. Wang Qi put the cloth bag in the corner of the wall, looked at the guinea pig, turned off the light and went to sleep.

The next day, Wang Qi opened his sleepy eyes and didn't see the mouse, thinking that the mouse was gone, and he had a feeling of loss. The mouse went away silently, without even saying hello, but last night he shot too hard, how could he throw an injured animal against the wall. He was carrying his violin on his back and was about to go out to play, when the guinea pig came out of the sack, and instead of leaving, it slept in the bag. Wang Qi was very pleased, the mouse looked at everything in the house with unfamiliar eyes, Wang Qi smiled, walked over, it got into the cloth bag again, Wang Qi put a piece of bread next to the cloth bag, and walked out of the room.

Wang Qi was playing in the underground tunnel, and ran into the girl again, she was playing the guitar, humming songs, and beating the beat with her feet. Wang Qi approached her again and accompanied her. The girl's voice was like an empty valley, and there was a chirping of yellow warblers. She sang "A Cloud Made of Rain in the Wind", which was quiet and desolate, and passers-by listened to her performance next to her. Wang Qi's string sound and the girl's pleasant voice cooperate very tacitly, and passers-by keep stopping. The box placed in front of them was already full of money. After the end, the girl gave Wang Qi half of it and walked out of the underground tunnel. Wang Qi followed her, and the girl turned her face, waved her waterfall-like hair with her hand, and said, "Why are you following me?" ”

"Can you tell me your name?" Wang Qi asked.

"Everyone else calls me Xidan girl, you call me Xidan."

"How old are you? Where to go? ”

"You're investigating me?"

"I want to know you."

"Then you come to me tomorrow at No. 26, Unit 4, West Lane, and I'll let you know who I am." After Xidan finished speaking, he pushed the bicycle and walked out of the underpass.

Back to the rented room, open the door, the mouse came out of the cloth bag, it looked at Wang Qi, its vigilant eyes relaxed a lot. The mouse had a great appetite and actually finished the bread. Wang Qi walked over, the mouse shrank in again, Wang Qi sat next to the cloth bag, and said, "Little pig, come out quickly, I'll bring you something delicious." The mouse still refused to come out, Wang Qi put a piece of sausage at the mouth of the cloth bag, the mouse smelled the fragrance, poked his head out, and took a few bites but couldn't bite. Wang Qi took the sausage, and the mouse retracted the cloth bag. Wang Qi peeled the sausage and put it at the mouth of the cloth bag, he thought that the mouse would come out to eat, but the mouse dragged the sausage into the cloth bag and ate it in the cloth bag, what a vigilant guy.

Wang Qi walked to the mouth of the cloth bag, and it shrank back again, as if playing hide and seek with him. "Come out, it's time to change the dressing, otherwise the wound will be inflamed." Wang Qi reversed the cloth bag, the mouse fell out, and it hurriedly ran to the door, but could not open the door. Wang Qi came over and grabbed it, but it hid under the cabinet and couldn't come out. Wang Qi reached in and grabbed it, but couldn't touch the guinea pig. He said helplessly: "Okay, guinea pig, since you don't want to come out, then forget it, when your wound hurts, you will know that I am for your good." Wang Qi played the violin again, and the mouse seemed to understand the music, and when Wang Qi played the violin, it poked its head out and pricked up its ears to listen. The mouse crawled out and sat at Wang Qi's feet, Wang Qi put down the violin, and the mouse looked at him with reserved eyes, as if begging him to apply medicine. Wang Qi put his hand in front of it, but the mouse did not dodge, he grabbed the mouse's hind legs and saw that its wound was split again. Wang Qi said: "The injury is so serious, and I still run around, be careful that my legs are wasted." Wang Qi was distressed to apply the medicine to the mouse, and after applying the medicine, the mouse looked at everything in the room with his round eyes.

Wang Qi looked at the timid guinea pig, what was it thinking at the moment? The age of rats goes back a long way, and many species have become extinct because they cannot adapt to the environment, but rats have survived. Humans hate the existence of rats and marvel at their ability to survive. Even in the iron-colored plateau of the alpine and oxygen-deficient plateau, it is still an endless desert; Even the filthy and foul-smelling ravines and dark and hard underground tunnels are everywhere. The mouse in front of you is not a real mouse, its genes have been mutated, not only has its hair turned white, but it has also given humans emotions. Wang Qi stroked it, as if he had found a lonely companion, the mouse gradually fell asleep, and Wang Qi put it in the cloth bag.

The sunlight reflected into the rented room, Wang Qi put on his clothes, and planned to go to the Xidan girl, he put bread and sausages in the mouth of the cloth bag and walked out of the room. After a long alley, Wang Qi found Xidan's home. Xidan's home is a low tiled house, Wang Qi knocked on the door, Xidan opened the door, saw Wang Qi, she showed a panicked expression on her face, and then closed the door again. Wang Qi was surprised, didn't she call herself? Why is it closed now. Wang Qi knocked on the door a few more times, and a voice came from the room. "You wait a few minutes, I'll clean up the room and open the door." Wang Qi still couldn't help it, opened the door, and saw the girl hurriedly packing up the clothes on the ground. The room was very sloppy, there were a lot of shoe prints on the floor, the quilt was not broken, and the kitchen was smoky. She looked at the kitchen and said, "Oh no, my dish." ”