A chubby, fluffy kitten paw paws paused in mid-air.

It had been hovering for a long time in front of this oily, pore-pore man's face.

Five small soft hooks stretched out of the black plum blossom pad for a while, and then hesitated to take them back. It cautiously leaned out, gesturing the distance between the face, wondering whether to punch him twice or fix the face anyway.

Liu Jianmin, who was asleep, felt a hairy shadow swaying in front of him, and he opened his eyes suddenly. A pair of big green and translucent blue eyes glowed with green light, staring at himself by the pillow,

"Wow!" He was so frightened that a carp jumped up. The white shadow disappeared like a white electric lightning.

"Ouch! What are you doing, look at me! His girlfriend Li Ting turned over and patted the quilt with her hand, and opened her sleepy eyes in surprise.

Liu Jianmin turned on the lamp. Scratching his scalp with the old cat scratches on his face.

"Your Mibao, are you trying to kill me? Three days, two ends and three nights, looking at me at the head of my bed. Li Ting heard this and laughed.

That Mi Bao is the daughter of their pet cat, Nini. A white silver gradient that has just turned two months old.

It is said that the silver gradient within three months will be very disobedient, and he can't be scolded, and he has no memory at all. But this little guy has a short temper and is quick to play, and she especially hates men holding her, and has a bad personality that everyone who wants to be close to him knows her. This is what Liu Jianmin thinks.

Actually, that's not how she is.

As a parent and dad are both descendants of a dual-blooded racing cat with CFA and WCF certificates, this Mibo has big eyes that are as clear as lake water and deep black eyeliner. Small pink nose. She looks sweet and soft, has a lively personality, and is so cute that everyone is reluctant to take their eyes off her body.

If it weren't for that strange little flower tail, who wouldn't believe she was a purebred silver gradient. But in addition to the little flower tail that challenges cats, she also has special functions that are different from ordinary cats, she can turn maps and read words. She is Li Ting's baby bump. It's just that it's not the right way with the prodigal Liu Jianmin.

If it weren't for Liu Jianmin's troubles when he had nothing to do, and a whole bunch of cat breeders came to harm her, it would still be easy to discuss. She couldn't do anything but want to claw him in the middle of the night.

The early morning sun slipped through the curtains and into the house, and a new day began.

Mi Bao hid on the top of Li Ting's retro European-style wardrobe, overlooking the overall situation in the house.

She watched her owners Li Ting and Liu Jianmin straighten their clothes and go out, and then watched the nanny and aunt at home carrying vacuum cleaners before and after. I began to wonder when I would have a chance to escape from here.

Because Mi Bao is not an ordinary cat at all, she has her own name, her name is Han Xue. She is a soul released by Grandma Meng. There are human memories and the promises of the previous life.

If you want to know her story, you have to start with that autumn in the southern country.

It was a crisp and bright late autumn.

Although in Yu Dafu's pen, autumn is a colorful world, and the north and the south are very different. However, on the border of the southern country, you don't feel autumn at all.

The sunlight is like a spear of light, piercing through the branches and leaves, through the green gaps, shooting towards the lively Chongyang Street.

At the end of the street, there is a newly opened pet shop.

Through the bright floor-to-ceiling glass window, you can see the large and neat bathing SPA area inside, where young girls and boys in blue and white uniforms are busy bathing, shearing and blowing all kinds of dogs.

The shop windows facing the street are decorated with colorful tropical fish, lively little hamsters, and all kinds of cats, stretching and yawning leisurely in delicate cages.

In the corner of the window, there is a large pet mat. A sleeping mother Manchikin holds a litter of newborn cats.

The milk cats are not willing to be lonely, one by one squeezed to the ground, you step on me, I step on you, staring at the window with round eyes.

Junjun, who was carrying a schoolbag, squatted outside the glass window and had been watching it greedily for a long time.

Beside him, there were three big golden retrievers with their tongues sticking out their tongues and looking at each other with relish, and their owner, an old man with gray hair, a graceful body, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

"Hey, this little thing, it's so cute." The old man bowed his waist, leaned against Junjun's little head, and looked at it with interest, while muttering in his mouth.

Junjun swallowed vigorously, turned his head and said to the old man:

"Grandpa Yang, do your golden retrievers like kittens so much, why do they always rush to see kittens like a race every day. Do they know each other? ”

The old man smiled kindly, he gently patted Junjun's head and said with a smile: "They are also like you, they like small animals!" ”

"Grandpa Yang, isn't it annoying that you have three dogs as big as this. I wanted to raise small animals, but my mother always disagreed."

"Junjun is still young, and raising animals is a hard thing. It's annoying! But when you become good friends with them, you are not afraid of being tired and tired. It's like your mom takes care of you. ”

The old man said with a smile as he lovingly scraped Junjun's nose with his hand.

"Whoa! Why hasn't your mother come to pick you up today? Grandpa Yang looked at the watch on his wrist and asked worriedly.

Speaking of his mother, Junjun suddenly became calm.

It's been a long time since school, and according to the appointed time, my mother should have come to pick me up at this time, why hasn't it arrived yet.

He subconsciously wiped his nose with his hand, worried about whether the old man's dog hand had grabbed the golden retriever's feces, and straightened up and looked back into the distance.

The streets are full of traffic, and it's getting dark. The neon lights in the distance have begun to flicker, and a beautiful night is about to fall.

Junjun looked at the corner where his mother came, but was obscured by a black Mercedes that quietly slid by.

Why hasn't Mom come yet? Just as he anxiously lowered his head and was about to dial the watch on his wrist, he suddenly heard someone calling him from afar.

"Junjun, I'm here, you're in a hurry!"

A pretty mother in a beige trench coat suddenly flashed in front of Junjun like magic.

"Mom, why are you so late, let me make the bus home by myself next time!" Junjun said complainingly.

"That's not good, your father was the most worried about you when he was alive, in case you get lost, mom won't want to live."

The mother said quickly, took the schoolbag on her son's back, held her son's hand, and greeted the old man next to her warmly:

"Master Yang, I'm out to walk the dog again today!"

"yes, yes, you're late today! The child is in a hurry! The old man echoed with a smile and waved his hand at the two of them.

When Junjun saw his mother, he happily turned around to say goodbye to the old man, and reluctantly looked back at the cute kittens, and waved at them: "Goodbye kittens."

Then he took his mother's arm and turned back to his mother step by step and said, "Mom, you just let me raise a kitten, you see how cute the gray and white kitten is in this litter!" ”

Han Xue looked in the direction of her son's finger, five cute little pompoms were playing on the cat mat, and the gray-white kitten that her son said was staring at them with two almond-like, round little eyes.

"Wow, that's so cute!"

Through the window, Han Xue saw that her eyes were about to fall in, and she couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

However, she reacted quickly, and quickly said to her son:

"No, no. You have to go to school, and your mother has to go to work. I'm afraid of getting dirty, it's tiring enough to raise you, and if you have a cat, do you want me to live in a tree? Besides, aren't there a lot of wild cats in the yard? Don't you already be friends with them every day? ”

Han Xue is afraid of cats, dogs, and all living things, and belongs to the kind of people who are scared to stand on the stool when they see cats and dogs.

"That's different, Mom!"

Just as the son pouted and the two were arguing, the glass door was pushed open, and a young man in uniform with a pet keng came out.

Han Xue looked at the guy who walked out of the door, couldn't help but step forward to say hello, pointed at the litter of kittens with her chin, and asked casually, "HI, little brother!" What kind of cat is this? ”

When the young man saw that a guest was inquiring, he hurriedly ran close to take a look, and immediately opened the conversation.

He enthusiastically introduced to the potential customers in his mind: "Sister, Manchikin, how cute you see, there are 20,000 kittens, raise one for your son!" ”

"What, twenty thousand?" Han Xue was taken aback.

"Sister, we all have purebred cats here, with CFA certification, and no backyard cats and skewers. First-class price, first-class goods. But 20,000 is a bit of a burn of money! Why don't you pick another breed for your son? ”

"And voila! I have this one in my hand, and I'll send it to the customer right away, how beautiful! While thinking about Han Xue's thoughts, the little brother held the cage in his hand in front of them with a bright heart.

Inside the cat cage, a cat with snow-white fur, soot tips, and blue eyes was lying in the cage and looked at them lazily. Two words suddenly popped up in Han Xue's mind, "dignified".

"Silver gradient! How? Pretty! About 6,000 will be done! The little brother chatted hard.

"Uh... All right! I think it's better to raise myself first. ”

After listening to the little brother's introduction, Han Xue clenched her son's hand, pushed it awkwardly, and then pulled her son to run to the other side of the street with a cigarette.

At the intersection, a white police car was parked, and the roof of the car flashed red and blue.

Junjun and his mother opened the car door. A middle-aged man in a police uniform in the driver's seat shouted:

"Junjun, are you in a hurry?" This is Uncle He of the Anti-Narcotics Brigade of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, a colleague of Mom and Dad.

Junjun's father was an excellent anti-narcotics policeman who died in the line of duty when he was a child. Uncle Ho was a close friend of his father's life, and was entrusted with taking care of Junjun and his mother after his father's death.

Over the years, grandparents have passed away one after another. Thanks to Uncle He's care, Junjun almost regarded Uncle He as his father.

Because in his memory, there is no longer the appearance of his father, only the title of getting along day and night, relying on each other's mother and a father nicknamed Macaw.

In Lingnan, only my mother and Uncle He are my own support in this world.

Junjun happily hugged Uncle He from behind and said to Uncle He coquettishly:

"Uncle He, Uncle He, tell my mother, I want to have a cat. I've loved cats since I was a child, but my mom always disagreed. There's a kitten at home with me, and when you go catch the bad guys and aren't at home, I can be with the cat. Uncle Ho? ”

When Uncle He heard this, he felt a little sad in his heart. When he saw the mother and son getting into the car, he turned the steering wheel and drove slowly towards Chongyang Street.

The neat street was bustling, and a gray van with the word Penglai Pavilion painted on the door suddenly rolled in front of their car and stopped in front of a newly opened groceries wholesale store on the side of the street.

Lao He drove to avoid it, and said to Han Xue with a smile: "Han Xue, the child wants to raise a cat, why don't you do it, you have been yelling from kindergarten to the third grade." Just surprise him! ”

Han Xue angrily rushed at him, "Does your wife give you a pet, a cat!" ”

When Uncle He heard this, he laughed heartily:

"My wife said, I raised a junior, and I dragged an oil bottle, what do I want to raise a junior!" The whole car laughed.