Chapter Twenty-Three: Actually, I Quite Mind

"It's a messy place, I don't recommend you go there."

Xiang Zhiyi originally planned to let Xie Tinghuai put her casually on a certain section of Anqing Road and she got out of the car, but she didn't expect him to go with her to feed the cat.

"It's okay, just don't mind the coach."

Xiang Zhiyi: Actually, I quite mind.

In the end, Xiang Zhiyi asked Xie Tinghuai to wait at the entrance of the alley, and went back to get the record book himself.

It was late in the day, and some children were playing in the alleyway, laughing and laughing for a long time, and the evening breeze passed through the alley, brushing the broken hair on the cheeks, bringing a burst of coolness.

Xie Tinghuai stood under the dim street lamp in a black shirt, standing upright, one hand half in his trouser pocket at will, his slender legs were wrapped in black leggings, and his shirt was inserted into his pants.

is obviously an unstained temperament, but when he stands in this old alleyway that should be incompatible with him, he is extremely harmonious.

"Let's go."

Xiang Zhiyi took Xie Tinghuai around in the cramped alleyway, walked to an abandoned pipeline, she squatted down at the pipe, opened the small dried fish she bought and put it at the mouth of the pipe.

After waiting for a while, no cat came out.

"Little flower?" Xiang Zhiyi called a few times, but there was still no cat, and it should be there at this time.

When Xiang Zhiyi shone it with a mobile phone flashlight, only the thin little white cat was left inside.

Xie Tinghuai was taken away by Xiang Zhiyi's name for the cat, Xiang Zhiyi also had a cat with him before, and the name was also Xiaohua, was it a coincidence or did Xiang Zhiyi remember what happened when he was a child but didn't recognize him?

The memories of his childhood will only stop when there are some profound pictures, and Xie Tinghuai does not dare to be sentimental.

"The cat is gone, you wait for me to look for it."

"Wait." When his thoughts returned, Xie Tinghuai held down Xiang Zhiyi, who was a little anxious, "If you want to find it, it will be more convenient to bring this kitten." ”

"Good!"

Xiang Zhiyi was already a little panicked, she had been moving here for almost a year, and she noticed the cat when she first moved in, and she almost regarded it as an indispensable friend in her daily life.

Xiang Zhiyi carefully took the little white cat out of the pipe, fed it some milk and dried fish first, and then hugged it to find Xiaohua.

It's an intricate old town, and it's hard to find a cat if it's taken away by someone with a heart.

When he walked to a place, the kitten in his arms barked weakly a few times, and in the silent and dark alley, Xiang Zhiyi heard a familiar voice.

It's the cry of the little flower!

Surprise flashed in his eyes, and Xie Tinghuai shone the light to Zhiyi, and followed the place where the sound was.

"Meow~" The kitten in his arms barked more urgently.

When the light shone through, Xiang Zhiyi saw the small flowers tied to the plastic pipes by wire.

It was lying on the ground with a large patch of fur missing, blood on the corners of its mouth, and it was lying on the ground sickly, kicking its legs and struggling to stand up when it heard Xiang Zhiyi and them coming, and whining in warning.

"It hurts badly." Xie Tinghuai frowned and handed the phone to Xiang Zhiyi, "Help me take it, I'll get this wire open, and we have to send it to the hospital immediately." ”

"Okay, okay." Xie Tinghuai's voice calmed her down a bit.

Xiang Zhiyi has no experience in taking care of small animals, and the feeding is okay, but at this time, she panicked, and most of them were frightened by Xiaohua's appearance, and she didn't come to see it for two days, how did it become like this.