On a winter afternoon, Hua Weiluo was nesting on the beauty couch in the room, baking the stove, looking at the goodness, he was holding a book and reading carefully, a pair of dark jade-like eyes flashed like starlight, and the straight nose bridge drew a beautiful arc.

Hua Weiluo felt that the little junior brother was really looking better and better.

Outside, goose feathers and heavy snow were falling one after another, and the two children, Yun Xiuchen and Yun Weixi, were screaming and running around in the snow, and the entire priest's mansion was disturbed by them.

After a while, Yun Xiuchen suddenly ran into the house with a round cat in his arms, and shouted at Zhishan with a look of surprise: "High Priest, High Priest, look, Xixi and I found a talking cat!" ”

Yun Weixi followed behind him, and his round apple face was full of excitement: "Brother Xiuchen, give me a hug for the cat!" ”

"It's too heavy for you to hold!" Yun Xiuchen turned around, and although he said so, he still bent down slightly, and handed the round fat cat in his arms to Yun Weixi's hand.

The little girl struggled to hold the overweight fat cat, moved small steps and ran to Zhishan's side, raised her head with a longing face, and said in a milky voice: "Daddy, look, this cat can talk." ”

Zhishan's eyes staring at the scroll suddenly became gentle, he turned his head slightly, looked at his daughter whose eyes were as bright as stars, and the corners of his lips hooked up a beautiful arc and said, "Yes, what did it tell you just now??" ”

"It said, are you the daughter of the little junior brother??" Yun Weixi repeated what the cat had just said.

Zhishan was slightly stunned, and looked up at the flowers nesting on the beauty couch not far away.

Hua Weiluo also looked curious, turned over from the beauty couch, walked to Yun Weixi's side, reached out and touched her head, and then looked at the round cat in her arms, and said casually: "It's not like a cat demon, I don't feel any demonic energy." ”

"So it's a talking cat." Yun Weixi touched the cat in his arms excitedly.

"Xixi, look outside, the snow has stopped, let's go to the garden to pick plum blossoms." Yun Xiuchen turned his head to look out the window, it was still snowing heavily just now, but it had completely stopped in a moment, and the pavilions and pavilions outside, the small bridges and flowing water were all covered with snow.

"Okay." Yun Weixi nodded, put the cat in his arms on the round table in the room, touched its head, and said with a smile: "Good cat, you bake the stove in the room, and when I finish picking plum blossoms in the garden, I will come back to play with you." ”

The round cat stretched its waist, meowed at Yun Weixi, jumped off the table, and ran to lie down next to the stove.

The two children ran all the way into the snow and ice.

Zhishan watched their figures run away with a pair of deep eyes, then turned his head, looked at the cat lying next to the stove, hesitated for a long time, and then asked in a low voice: "You really know how to talk??" ”

The cat raised its head, stared at Zhishan for a long time with a pair of round eyes, meowed, and then jumped onto the beauty couch next to the stove, lay down gracefully, and then licked his paws, and said leisurely: "Yes, I am a cat, and readers asked me to see how your married life is going." ”