Summer evenings are always a little later than expected.

Around five o'clock in the evening, the sun was not ready to set.

Just leaning peacefully in the clouds, lazily shining in the white clouds.

Jiang Sheng lay down in the transparent plastic square window of his pet backpack, feeling the unhurried footsteps of the young man carrying him, and raised his head to look at a few sparrows flying across the sky.

The temperature is neither hot nor cold, and the air is not cloudy.

The crowds have not yet arrived after school, and the streets are also slightly empty.

It was such a pleasant afternoon, but the mood of the young people was not clear.

Because of the resentment, Jiang Sheng was able to roughly perceive this.

But why is that?

Jiang Sheng may know the answer, but it can't explain it clearly for a while.

To be honest, the experience of young people is not really "painful".

So far, at least, that's right.

His family was not exemplary, but at least it was still perfect.

He was not in good health, but his limbs were not yet mutilated.

His career was not going well, but he was able to make ends meet.

You don't have to get up early and stay late, you don't have to sweat profusely, you don't have to be tired and tired, you can have no worries about food and clothing.

All this is undoubtedly enough happiness compared to many people in the world today who are still hovering on the edge of food and clothing.

But this creature seems to be like this.

It is better to say that they are not content, or to say that they are inherently unhappy.

They seem to be having a hard time enjoying their lives.

Because they're too good at thinking.

As a result, they will never return in the process of thinking, until they encounter problems and difficulties that they cannot solve.

People in different circumstances have their own difficulties to overcome, but how can there be no end to the difficulties in this world.

So the vast majority of people are unhappy.

The difference is that some people are willing to stop, some people are still able to move forward, some people take a detour to retreat, and some people are deeply trapped in it.

So there are decadent, tired, remorseful, and painful beings.

There is no doubt that a young man is a person who is deeply trapped in the predicament of the moment.

He was disoriented, and he was obsessed with moving forward, so he could not rejoice.

So, why can't we rest on our laurels?

If cats could talk, Jiang Sheng might ask the youth this question.

Yes, if you're too tired to go, why can't you stop or just go with the flow?

It's like a cat's way of life.

At least let it go, and you won't ask for it.

It won't be painful anymore.

There are so many good things in this world, and there are so many moments to enjoy.

Why bother to restrain yourself incomprehensibly, tie your hands and feet, and pursue illusory goals.

Jiang Sheng couldn't understand this, it could understand the distress of young people, but he couldn't recognize it.

In its view, only people who are not very intelligent will spend their short lives on the "road".

It's like a trip, compared to the magnificent scenery of the distance.

Jiang Sheng tends to be more inclined to set his goals at the moment.

However, it forgets that the places that people can easily reach today are also the distant places that people yearn for in the past.

There's a good saying:

There is no road in this world, but when there are many people walking, it becomes a road.

Jiang Sheng became a cat because it was missing, a part of the attachment that people were born with.

Is this a good thing or a bad thing?

It's hard to tell.

It can only be said that this is a kind of regret, a regret that life cannot avoid when thinking.

……

After leaving the house.

At the beginning, He Wen didn't ask Jiang Sheng where he wanted to go, he just took Jiang Sheng two streets and entered a supermarket.

Bought some pulp vegetables and a small bag of cat food.

Jiang Sheng obediently stayed in the backpack, without screaming uneasily, and had no intention of making trouble.

Anyway, its resentment with He Wen doesn't have a big impact on others, as long as no one else stays by their side all the time.

In this way, even if it is passed by, the resentment will not be able to leave the host and entangle others for too long.

Waiting for one person and one cat to walk out of the supermarket, the only thing Jiang Sheng did. It's just that a child, looking at it curiously, shows his claws and teeth, and scares the other away fiercely.

……

"So, where do you want to go after that?"

Sitting on a bench by the roadside, this is a walking path close to the river. In front is the meadow and woods, and in the back is the traffic.

At this time, it was nearly six o'clock in the evening, the sunset on the horizon was golden and red, and the busy crowd began to come and go.

He Wen put aside the backpack and the things he bought.

Then he reached out and took out Jiang Sheng, and let it break free from his palm and jump to the ground.

Maybe it's a whim, or maybe it's a feeling.

He Wen looked at the black cat, smiled lightly, and then said softly with a train of thought that ordinary people could not understand.

"Go wherever you want, I'll wait for you here, well, wait for you for two hours."

The black cat should be back, he thought.

It doesn't matter if it doesn't come back, at least it goes where it wants to go, He Wen thinks.

But the next moment, the black cat looked at him like a fool.

Then he returned to his side, screaming as he lay down.

"Meow."

"Ugh." Faced with the black cat's strange behavior, the young man blinked in confusion.

After a moment, I laughed and laughed again.

"You mean, just stay here?"

"Meow."

"I mean, you don't just want to take me out for a break, do you?"

"Meow."

"I'm busy."

"Meow."

"Okay, okay."

On the banks of the river, scattered grass clippings fly in the wind.

On the horizon, the flame-colored sunset reflects the red streets.

Behind him, the silent streetlamps face the shadows.

High-rise buildings, like carbon accumulation, are like firewood.

Undoubtedly, this must be a 1 in 100 million odds.

Fang makes such a flame just enough to warm people's hearts.

Jiang Sheng circled around his cat food twice, he preferred to eat beef-flavored, and he didn't know what the young man bought.

He Wen's mood relaxed a little, probably a little relaxed. At least the black qi on his neck dissipated a little more, and he was swallowed clean by the resentment in Jiang Sheng's body.

At this moment, he still doesn't know what he should do in the future, and whether he can still write novels normally.

Forget it, though.

Let me rest for a while, just for a while.

Forget the words that crawled all over my head.

Thinking about it, the young man stretched his hand to the side and slowly placed it on the black cat's back.

Let the fingertips sink into the soft fur.

It's so warm, and I can feel my heartbeat.

He closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the river and the evening breeze.

At the same time, he responded to the pulse of the black cat with his own heartbeat.

"Let's sit here for a while." The young man said suddenly.

"Meow." Jiang Sheng did not refuse.

"You promised?" The young man said again.

"Then let's sit a little longer, well, two hours, how about it?"

"Meow?" The black cat's eyes widened.

"Hahahaha."

He Wen laughed, in the sunset, it was a joy that Jiang Sheng had never seen.