Every day, Brother Lang Zhisong sent cat food and water to the roof of the building, and he called a few times to "...... slightly", until the other party answered in the depths of the thermal insulation layer that sounded very far away, and Brother Lang Zhisong came down from the roof with confidence. Every day. Sometimes Lang Zhisong also went up with his brother to visit a little, and naturally, there was no trace except for some signs indicating its existence.

Even the so-called signs look suspicious, such as a few dirty hairs blown up by gusts of wind or a piece of dry droppings. When slightly downstairs, although it does not usually appear, there are various obvious signs that strongly remind it of its presence. For example, fleas bite Lang Zhisong all the time. Since moving out slightly, the fleas have been less and less like a day, and there is almost no place for them to survive under the vigorous sweeping of Lang Zhisong and the family's sexual hygiene campaign. As for the smell of cat urine, it is getting weaker and weaker, and it gradually becomes plausible. Suddenly in a clean and odorless environment, Lang Zhisong is really a little unaccustomed. Lang Zhisong went to the roof of the building to try to relive some kind of old atmosphere, but the result was very disappointing. Although there is a little feces and urine here, and Brother Lang Zhisong never uses cinders to clean it, but because it is an open-air environment, the air is circulating, and sometimes there is strong wind, rain and snow, and the fishy shame of the scattered excrement has long been gone. Whether or not fleas can survive in these difficult conditions is another question, and they tend to concentrate on their bodies a little. Now that they have been freed from bathing for a while, the tangled fur is the only place for fleas to survive, and they want to come here to reproduce and become saturated. Fortunately, none of this has anything to do with people, but is a biological war between fleas and cats.

Brother Lang Zhisong took the leftover cat food and the basin of water from the roof of the building, replaced it with freshly cooked cat food, filled the basin with water, and then took it to the roof. Later, he stopped calling for a little, and the previous day's cat food situation could indicate whether a little was safe or not. If the cat does not move at all, it may be slightly sick, of course, there is also the possibility of picky eating, and Brother Lang Zhisong must distinguish it. Now that he has a much lighter workload, he no longer has to worry about cinders and fleas, and he has the energy to be more considerate when it comes to eating and drinking. If he is a little sick, Brother Lang Zhisong will make a sick meal very seriously, on the one hand, pondering the slight taste, and on the other hand, carefully mixing human oxytetracycline and other medicinal powders. Later, Brother Lang Zhisong found that it was not because he was sick that he didn't eat a little, and his physique was even much stronger than when he was below. I adapt to the unrestrained life in the wilderness, and I hate cooked food a little more and more. Once such a conclusion was reached, Brother Lang Zhisong's work suddenly became much easier. Now, he doesn't have to go to the stove to cook at all (thus eliminating the stench or strange smell that wafts in Lang Zhisong's house at regular intervals every day), and he directly takes the catfish he begs or buys and feeds them a little. As for whether the roof of the building can be regarded as a wild Lang Zhisong's brother, he is not sure, there are no flowers, no grass, and no other animals (except a little and fleas), although it is open, and it does not border each other. It's like another planet, and it's a poor little haunt here, so it's no wonder it's the strangest cat in the world.

The residential building where Lang Zhisong's house is located is in the shape of "work" structure, up and down to the south, down to the north, left to the east, right to the west, and Lang Zhisong's house is located on the left side of the horizontal below. There are four households on each floor, which are located on the left and right sides of the two horizontals, and one of the "work" is the corridor.

In reality, the distance between the two horizontals is closer than imagined, and the balcony of Lang Zhisong's house is facing the back window of the north house of the front resident, and the distance is only two meters, so that in summer, the hot air from their air conditioner blows directly to Lang Zhisong's house. Later, Lang Zhisong's family moved slightly to the balcony, and the smell of fish emitted made their family dare not open the window - this is a later story, and it will be skipped here.

Lang Zhisong's brother took advantage of this special structure of the residential building to no longer climb to the roof of the building himself when he delivered a little food. Standing on the balcony, he picked up the two plastic bags he had prepared (one for catfish and one for water) and threw them on the roof of the opposite building with two swishs. Slightly will break through the plastic bag to eat. The plastic bag filled with water burst with a pop due to the force of the impact, and the water overflowed, licking a certain piece of damp cement repeatedly. At first, Lang Zhisong's brother was afraid that the water would be absorbed by the cement on the roof of the building, but later, when the plastic bags were thrown too much, the water accumulated in the low-lying areas and formed a small pond. Later, Lang Zhisong's brother threw it into the naturally formed small pond, and with the gradual improvement of the throwing accuracy, it was not difficult to fill the small pond, and at most three plastic bags of water could be done. In the hot summer, the roof of the building evaporated badly, and Lang Zhisong's brother filled a plastic bag with ice. First, it can cool down a little, and secondly, it will evaporate slowly, so you can drink a little before the ice cubes melt.

In order to be a little, Brother Lang Zhisong can be said to have worked hard and thought about it very carefully and meticulously. Even so, he felt guilty, mainly because he didn't spend as much time on his body as he used to. Everything was so convenient and smooth that it was unbelievable. Now, every time before dinner, I will take the initiative to remind Brother Lang Zhisong. It walked to the left side of the horizontal side above the word "work", stretched out its head and meowed at the balcony of Lang Zhisong's house (the left side of the horizontal side below the word "work"). It clearly expresses the desire to be close, which makes Lang Zhisong overjoyed, and can't help but feel sad: it must be a little lonely and unbearable. Lang Zhisong listened to the long-lost slight voice, and at the same time looked at its figure vaguely with teary eyes. It used to have a slight black and white fur, as clear as day and night, but now it is a gray cat. At first, it may be a little old, and the black hair has turned white. Second, perhaps there is no bathing all day, and no one or other cat helps to clean up the hair, so the white fur turns black, and the gray is the impression left by uncleanliness and sloppiness.

Brother Lang Zhisong rounded his shoulders every day and swished from the balcony to the roof of the building to deliver cat food. He did this without expression, like all people doing their daily work and their own work, both skillfully and accurately without much interest. But in the eyes of others, this thing is very strange. The more Lang Zhisong's brother looks unreasonable, the more charming his behavior becomes. At that time, Lang Zhisong had already moved out to live another life, and sometimes he returned home, just to watch Lang Zhisong's brother feed him a little. Lang Zhisong not only watched it himself, but also introduced it to everyone as a scene. Lu Wanyi naturally had a sneak peek because of her relationship with Lang Zhisong, and Lang Zhisong's other friends also came one after another, pretending to borrow books or mix rice, but in fact, they just wanted to know how Lang Zhisong's brother raised a little. Many more people have no chance to see it for themselves, so they can only rely on hearsay. Later, Lang Zhisong's brother raised a strange cat, and no one mentioned it anymore, and people were interested in his strange way of raising cats. This method is both peculiar and beautiful, full of passion, imagination, dynamism and efficiency, if it weren't for Lang Zhisong mentioned here, Lang Zhisong's brother would still be unaware!

Every once in a while, Lang Zhisong's brother would climb to the top of the building, collect plastic bags, sweep up the garbage, and occasionally appear, and it was no longer as evasive as it used to be—perhaps because it was so difficult to see its owner these days. When Lang Zhisong's brother threw food up from the balcony, he was a little willing to risk falling from the building and came to the edge of the building to look at him. At night, the room is lit up, and if you don't draw the curtains, you can see the family from the roof. Has it ever watched like this? Maybe every day? Gazing with affection, and falling into the peculiar feline contemplation, until the east turned white.

One day, Lang Zhisong followed his brother to the roof of the building, and he didn't shy away from it at all. Brother Lang Zhisong reached out to stroke its back while feeding it slightly. Brother Lang Zhisong picked up a clump of gray hair from his slightly lower body, which was soft and fine, like a soap bubble, and disappeared in the blink of an eye on Brother Lang Zhisong's hand. Lang Zhisong watched as they were blown by the wind and rolled on the roof of the building, and ran away. Brother Lang Zhisong is like this, while brushing his hair a little, he is talking to Lang Zhisong. Lang Zhisong's conversation had nothing to do with it, and Lang Zhisong's brother didn't look at it slightly, but just rubbed the fingers of his right hand against each other from time to time in order to clean the cat hair stuck to his hand, and then went to comb his back a little when he was done. The slightest attention is not there, and it eats very much, munching wildly, tilting its head to exert enough strength. At this time, the sun in the distance was gradually sinking in the west, and the bright yellow light appeared on the faces of Lang Zhisong, and then suddenly dimmed. Lang Zhisong's brother talked about someone Lang Zhisong knew together, when she resigned for love and came to Nanjing from the Northeast and gave birth to a son. Now, her son has grown up and is in the first grade, but they are divorced, and she has returned to the Northeast alone to ....... This is indeed an unfortunate thing, Lang Zhisong nodded frequently after hearing this. But what does such misfortune have to do with the slightest? Indeed, everything is irrelevant: a little eating and autumn shedding, Lang Zhisong's brother's message and the movement of his hands, Lang Zhisong's listening and thinking. At the same time, everything is the same, the scene is blended, the mutual infection and the neutralization, they are unified in the special light that appears on the roof of this building on a certain autumn evening.

Due to the protests of the neighbors, they were slightly forced to move downstairs again.

They believe that it is running everywhere on the roof of the building, so that it will not get into the water tank and pollute the water source. Although the tank has a heavy cement cover that requires the strength of two people to move it, who can guarantee that there are no other gaps around the tank to communicate with the tank? And a little pee may have been sprinkled on that unknown crevice. In addition, the cement itself has good water seepage performance, even if it does not pass through a gap somewhere, it is only convenient on the cement cover, and it will seep into the water tank over time. Not to mention the erratic smell, pervasive and human, it can be imagined, it blows the water surface in the tank all day long, and the water is hard to smoke out a very peculiar smell. Eleven households on the fifth floor and above, except for Lang Zhisong's house, all felt it at the same time. When they came to the roof of the building, they saw the dried cat feces scattered everywhere and the dry bones of the fish, and felt even more unbearable. They took the necessary water samples from the tank and sent them to the relevant departments for testing, in the hope of obtaining evidence against Lang's brother. However, due to incomplete information on the composition of feline waste, the matter was dismissed. Neighbors in turn complained that their house was generally leaking, blaming Lang Zhisong's brother for walking back and forth on the roof of the building with a cat, stepping on the insulation. Thankfully, they weren't so confused as to think that they were slightly broken, and even a leopard or a Siberian tiger didn't have such a heavy step. But they can still take the form of false accusations.

The insulation on the roof of the building had broken in many places long before Lang Zhisong's brother went up to feed the cats, caused by the fact that they used to bring their families here to watch fireworks, lunar eclipses, and comets. The housing management staff concerned could not help but say that based on the stampede marks on the roof of the building and the yellowing rain spots on the walls of each house, they concluded that Lang Zhisong's brother was at fault, and they ordered him to move out of the roof slightly.

Faced with the injustice of the housing management staff, Lang Zhisong's mother was very angry and tried to argue with her. Brother Lang Zhisong smiled silently, he denied the slightest existence at all. "Who said Lang Zhisong has a cat on the roof? Find it out and show it to Lang Zhisong. Brother Lang Zhisong said. Naturally, at this moment, it has already been hidden under the thermal insulation. Brother Lang Zhisong has full confidence in its hiding skills and patience, so he dares to speak out in front of secondary evidence such as cat feces and fish bones. The neighbors knew that Lang Zhisong's brother was lying, but they had no way to expose him. The emotional ones actually demanded that all the insulation be lifted in order to prove them right in front of the housing staff. This is contrary to their original intentions. They accuse Lang Zhisong's brother that they want to keep the insulation to protect the house from the threat of leakage, but now they have to expose Lang Zhisong's brother's cunning at the cost of destroying it. How does this work? Lang Zhisong's brother is not a bad person in nature, and the reason why he denies the fact that there is a slight presence on the roof is because he is indignant at the actions of his neighbors. Trivial matters between neighbors can be resolved through negotiation, so why should the housing management department be alarmed? And without Lang Zhisong's brother knowing, all the neighbors who usually live in harmony suddenly united into a collective to deal with Lang Zhisong's family, but in fact, it was just to deal with a poor kitten.

The more Lang Zhisong's brother thought about it, the more angry he became, and he lied to his face to provoke these stupid neighbors. However, they are neighbors after all, and things can't be too stiff. Just when everyone was in a dilemma, Brother Lang Zhisong gave them a step, and he admitted that there was a slight existence-"Yes, it is under the thermal insulation layer on the roof of this building." Brother Lang Zhisong said sincerely, "However, Lang Zhisong has no way to let it come out and catch it." With that, he pretended to call out for a moment. Everyone present also helped Brother Lang Zhisong to call left and right. "Mimi, Mimi, Mimi, Mimi, Mimi......", the people who had been arguing and talking viciously suddenly became extremely gentle, competing to make soft and coquettish voices. However, to no avail, and without saying a word, some people in the neighborhood began to wonder if a little bit really existed. Brother Lang Zhisong told them with certainty: 'It's down there, Lang Zhisong saw it yesterday!' "Such a courteous atmosphere could not have been imagined a few minutes ago, and it would have been much easier to know that such a thing would have been done. At this moment, the neighbors felt that it was too much to embarrass an isolated and helpless kitten, and Lang Zhisong's brother was also upset because he had alarmed everyone. He said to the angry neighbors: "You go down first, Lang Zhisong slowly tricks it out." It's a little timid cat, I haven't seen this situation...... "The neighbors said to Brother Lang Zhisong, who was calming down, before leaving: "It's not in a hurry for a while, if you can cheat it, you can cheat it, and it doesn't matter if you can't fool it, you can raise it for a year and a half." "At this time, it is the early winter, the roof of the building is high, the north wind is blowing strongly, I didn't notice it when we were arguing with each other just now, and now I only feel chills when the fire is gone. Everyone shrank their heads and went down one after another. Brother Lang Zhisong and Lang Zhisong called for a while, and when they saw that it didn't respond at all, they also went down from the skylight to the corridor.

That night, a heavy snowfall fell. The next morning, a neighbor knocked on the door, and they were extremely concerned about the slightest safety: Will it freeze to death in the snow? It was clear that they were sincere, not like a ruse to take advantage of the opportunity to get a little off the roof. Brother Lang Zhisong told them with relief: I have moved down a little, before the heavy snow falls. Now, it's on the balcony of Lang Zhisong's house. said that Brother Lang Zhisong led people up to the balcony, not to overlook the snowy scene below by the railing, but to point out to them the strange cat room that had just been built.

The cat house was built in the northeast corner of the balcony, made of broken bricks and tiles, covered with linoleum and plastic sheeting, and had a book-sized exit to the south. Only the southwest two walls were built, the east side was the solid bottom of the balcony, and the north side was against the outer wall of the house. The crevices of the cat's house are stuffed with small pieces of wood and white styrofoam, indicating that it was built in a hurry. The visitors only saw the cat room, which was not commensurate with the cleanliness of the balcony, and did not see a little.

At this moment, of course, it is in the cat room. The visitor lowered his height and looked through the doorway. Before he could see clearly, he heard a hissing sound, a slight warning to the visitor. The visitor didn't see the slightest hint of it, but they heard its threatening words that it could not be approached, and concluded that it existed. Since it exists on the balcony of Lang Zhisong's house, it is no longer active on the roof of the building. The tension between Lang's family and the neighborhood was lifted.

Slight movement is strictly limited to the balcony. This way, as long as the door to the balcony is not open, the interior can still be kept tidy. After a long time, I got used to it, and now it won't step into the room, even if the door to the balcony is open. The three rooms and living room of Lang Zhisong's house are completely alien to the world. On the balcony, if threatened at the slightest bit, it would burrow into the cat's room in the northeast corner, and it would never be possible to break into the room somewhere under the bed or hide in a drawer—just like it did when it was a child. The cat's room on the balcony was the only possible barrier to protect it today, and the rectangular balcony was empty and empty. Originally, Lang Zhisong's mother also raised a lot of flowers and plants on it, a little like a goat, and had the habit of eating grass. Those flowers and trees that smelled strange and couldn't be swallowed were finally smoked to death by a slight body odor. Today's balcony sees only some stacked flower pots and the hard mud that has shrunk into pieces, and you can imagine the scene of lush flowers and leaves in the past. If you don't want to stay on the balcony, you can only go into the cat room. If it doesn't want to go back to the cat room, and doesn't dare to go into the room, and at the same time feels tired of being on the balcony and can't stand it anymore, then the only way to do it is to jump over the balcony railing and commit suicide.

Later, Lang Zhisong's brother went to the south, and Lang Zhisong's mother also found a wife and moved out to live, and the responsibility of taking care of it fell on Lang Zhisong's shoulders. Lang Zhisong gave up his house and moved back to his original home, the purpose of which was to take care of a little bit.

Otherwise, Lang Zhisong's brother will not be able to go to the south to make a fortune (delaying the future), and Lang Zhisong's mother will no longer be able to find a wife (affecting the happiness of the old man in his later years). Before that, Lang Zhisong's brother had not left, and Lang Zhisong's mother never agreed to Uncle Guan's pursuit, all for the sake of a little. Their idea is to wait a little bit dead, and then go their separate ways. I didn't expect to go through a little hardship, but I was getting younger and younger, and I couldn't see any old looks. Now, its refusal to marry seems to be in use. The cat jumped and moved on the balcony, playing with its tail, and its body hair gradually changed from gray to black and white. Lang Zhisong's brother and Lang Zhisong's mother couldn't help but be afraid, thinking to themselves, Lang Zhisong's sister-in-law can't live this cat, can't they ...... it too? It's unbearable to abandon or starve to death on purpose, but when is it a game to be prostituted together? In this way, Lang Zhisong moved back, and Lang Zhisong's brother and Lang Zhisong's mother were freed three years after the death of Lang Zhisong's sister-in-law.

Lang Zhisong goes to work every day, and takes time to take care of it a little after work, but he doesn't bother. The basic system of living a little bit has been established and has remained unchanged after the departure of Lang Zhisong's brother. Lang Zhisong didn't put a little bit into the room, so as not to get fleas.

It still lives on the balcony, where it eats, drinks, and eats raw fish offal, and does not need to be boiled on the fire. The excrement does not need to be covered by cinders, and Lang Zhisong regularly sweeps them out. It's just that the smell lingers, and of course, it's only confined to the balcony. The balcony of Lang Zhisong's house was not wrapped up like the upstairs and downstairs neighbors, and turned into an unplanned glass house. Despite repeated suggestions from neighbors, Lang Zhisong still left it open, so that the air circulated through the wind and rain, and the smell was naturally halved. The real purpose of the neighbors asking Lang Zhisong to wrap the balcony is to prevent the spread of odors, and only leave it for Lang Zhisong to absorb personally. They thought that the slightest stench would waft through the air and spill onto their clothes drying on their balconies. The balcony of Lang Zhisong's house is on the seventh floor, and the residents who are parallel to him are not spared, and the people who live below are even more guilty. They believe that wrapping their balconies is to block out the ubiquitous smell. The cost of this balcony should be borne by Lang Zhisong—unless, Lang Zhisong wraps the balcony of his own house like theirs. Lang Zhisong replied that it was because they had a balcony that Lang Zhisong didn't have to wrap it. If they promised to remove all the balconies that had been wrapped, Lang Zhisong promised to wrap up their balconies. Speaking like this, it smells of incompatibility. They couldn't demolish the balcony that had already been wrapped, so the balcony of Lang Zhisong's house was rightfully exposed in the open air.

Drying his own clothes was a problem, even though Lang had knotted the clothesline so high that it almost stuck to the top of the balcony. Lang Zhisong's clothes fluttered above the slightly living quarters, and underneath them was a bubble of steaming cat feces. Later, Lang Zhisong nailed an iron frame and stretched out the washed clothes out of the balcony to dry, but the slight fumigation changed from vertical to parallel direction, and the troubles were still the same. At this time, Lang Zhisong occasionally read a professional book, which said that incense and smell are actually the same smell. Specifically, incense is the dilution of odor, and odor is the concentration of incense, and the key is a matter of proportion.

Lang Zhisong was greatly inspired. There is indeed a vague smell on the clothes that have been dried on the balcony of Lang Zhisong's house, and it is not so obvious to say that the smell is not so obvious, and it is too much to say that the proportion of incense has been reached. Anyway, the girls who didn't know that Lang Zhisong had cats at that time were more willing to approach Lang Zhisong, and Lang Zhisong observed that they were breathing deeply when they were around Lang Zhisong, looking intoxicated.

Lang Zhisong didn't dare to attribute this to Lang Zhisong's personal masculinity, Lang Zhisong preferred to attribute it to a little. Lang Zhisong explained to Lu Wanyi in this way, she was crazy with jealousy because those girls deliberately rubbed on Lang Zhisong's clothes.

Originally, Lu Wanyi was reluctant to move in with Lang Zhisong, she didn't like cats, especially slightly. Back then, she tried to please Lang Zhisong's mother a little, but she failed, so she was left with psychological trauma. Entering Lang Zhisong's house was completely out of helplessness. Facing those girls who like a little smell, Lu Wanyi has a plan, she wants to let herself be stained with the same smell as Lang Zhisong, that is, a slight smell. As soon as others smelled this smell, they knew that she and Lang Zhisong crawled out of a quilt and had a deep relationship. If necessary, Lu Wanyi can also hint that the source of this smell is her, which is generated from her, and was rubbed by Lang Zhisong on a skin-to-skin blind date. Lang Zhisong was difficult to discern, so her conspiracy succeeded. But the premise of this is to move in with Lang Zhisong, the two eat, drink and Lazar together, and hang their clothes on the same balcony. For the sake of love, Lu Wanyi really did all this, and she couldn't help but move Lang Zhisong. In order to get more contaminated with a little smell, now a little life is also taken care of by her. Especially cleaning up feces, such a dirty job, Lu Wanyi never tires of it and never complains. In her body, Lang Zhisong seemed to see the slightly moving figure of Lang Zhisong's sister-in-law taking care of her. Whether it is Lang Zhisong's brother or Lang Zhisong, he is willing to suffer a little, but it is always not the same thing to take care of it. There must be a woman, things can be logical, and a peaceful and warm scene can be presented. Of course, Lu Wanyi never held a little bit in her arms, caught fleas and bathed for her, and she was physically isolated from her. But she could be around it normally, tainted with her scent, and calling its name: "Slightly." Sometimes, it readily replied, "Aim." They make eye contact, and they understand each other to a certain extent, but to talk about love and trust is an exaggeration. For example, she never thinks about her sex life, thinking about getting a wife for a while. I didn't expect to take it off the balcony for a while to see the world outside. Lu Wanyi did not knit a sweater for the slightest—like Lang Zhisong's sister-in-law, and never tried to use her authority to save her captivity a little.

During that time, Lang Zhisong rarely went out, except for going to work (Lang Zhisong) or going to school (Lu Wanyi). Lu Wanyi didn't want Lang Zhisong to be outside and contact those girls who complimented Lang Zhisong's taste, she came to Lang Zhisong's house to take care of her, but she was actually looking at Lang Zhisong.

Lang Zhisong unconsciously lived a small life of isolation, Lang Zhisong bought vegetables and cooked, Lu Wanyi took care of a little, no matter how you look at it, this is like a family of three. Of course, because Lu Wanyi's attitude towards a little bit is neither humble nor arrogant, she is thoughtful but not enthusiastic, she looks like a stepmother. Fortunately, there is a little, otherwise the boring cohabitation life of Lang Zhisong would not have lasted so long. It is a little bit of an interesting part of the hopeless life of Lang Zhisong, and Lang Zhisong has learned to observe it quietly. For Lang Zhisong, it is worth knowing that in addition to a little and a little about things, there is also a slight relationship with Lu Wanyi, or a little relationship between Lu Wanyi and a little bit. So, does Lu Wanyi also observe Lang Zhisong and a little bit like this? If she felt as deep as Lang Zhisong, it would be the same. In this house, Lang Zhisong and his girlfriend observe a little bit of life separately, and Lang Zhisong often exchanges the results of their observations and draws some conclusions, but there are also parts that are not communicated. The part about the relationship between the other party and a little bit is not suitable for disclosure, and there is a certain derogatory connotation in it, which reduces the other party (specifically Lu Wanyi) to a slight position. It may be a slight improvement, and it is regarded as an equal person to Lu Wanyi. Therefore, it is better not to talk about this matter. If it weren't for the boredom to the point of being incomprehensible, Lang Zhisong would not have fallen into this place (to watch Lu Wanyi get along with a little bit for fun.) During this period, Lu Wanyi drew a lot of slight sketches, with various movements and expressions. The cats on the paintings vary in size, some are enlarged in a certain place, and some are line outlines of the whole. Lu Wanyi's painting can barely be seen as a cat, and it is difficult to say whether it is a little bit. She was never professionally trained, drawing cats was purely spontaneous, and her talent and freedom came to life. Lang Zhisong liked Lu Wanyi's cats very much, and was surprised, but there was a faint worry, because she never painted anything other than cats. Later, she painted more and more, and dozens of works came out every day, and all kinds of cats with strange expressions smiled at Lang Zhisong from the paper, which naturally pinned Lu Wanyi's emotions. Every time she quarrels with Lang Zhisong, she struggles to paint, or worries about pregnancy during special periods, which is also the peak of painting cats. Lu Wanyi's crazy painting of cats is related to her thoughts and thoughts, Lang Zhisong knows this, but she can't see the specific meaning from the cats she paints, and her mood can't help but become heavier and more nervous.

Lu Wanyi obviously doesn't want to practice the unique skill of painting cats, so she will go to the painting world to eat in the future. Although she is very diligent, her attitude is extremely unserious, the sketches are discarded everywhere, and the paper used is also handy, the back of the letter, the blank space of the books and periodicals, and the tablecloth of the desk calendar are full of strange cats drawn by Lu Wanyi, and the brushes used range from ballpoint pens to markers.

There is a strange cat on the balcony of Lang Zhisong's house, and all kinds of imaginary cats are still produced everywhere in the house, and their images are everywhere, which is simply crazy these days. When she is not painting cats, Lu Wanyi moves a chair and sits on the balcony in contemplation, staring directly at a little, or not looking at a little, at this moment all kinds of more ethereal images of cats will surely appear in her mind. Sometimes Lang Zhisong feels that Lu Wanyi is becoming more and more like a cat, not only is her body permanently stained with a slight smell, but her appearance, behavior and personality are becoming more and more weird. Her whole person is in a state of change, and the end of the change seems to be a little bit on the balcony. Thinking about Lu Wanyi like this, Lang Zhisong couldn't help but think of himself, is Lang Zhisong the same, getting a little closer? If Lang Zhisong is accused of being two big cats on the street, maybe Lang Zhisong will not be surprised.

Lang Zhisong's life is obviously not right, and sometimes Lang Zhisong can't help but wonder: Is this due to a little magic? It's obviously getting younger and prettier. Lang Zhisong has never seen such a beautiful cat, indifferent and reserved, and the lines on the cat's face are perfect. The transcendent beauty reveals a mystery that makes you have to look at it, so that Lang Zhisong is not entirely a helpless choice in boring life. Lang Zhisong closed the door, and turned his attention to the balcony because he was attracted by a little mystery—a point that Lang Zhisong discovered later. Lang Zhisong stayed on the balcony for several hours, forgetting to eat and their own work, and even when they left the balcony, Lang Zhisong's eyes always turned to the wooden door that led to the balcony. The wooden door was never closed. There is a window in the bedroom that also faces the balcony, and sometimes Lang Zhisong also observes through it a little - one seems that a wooden door is not enough. If possible, Lang Zhisong would like to tear down the wall between the room and the balcony, or replace it with a glass curtain wall, because the masonry and cement prevent Lang Zhisong from observing the slightly graceful existence. If you put it in the room a little, it's not a way to share a room with Lang Zhisong. Even if the flea factor is not taken into account, it will flee without a trace, hiding on the top of the cupboard under the bed, out of sight of Lang Zhisong. Let you stay in a fixed place where there is nowhere to hide, and you can see it when Lang Zhisong wants to see it, and the balcony is naturally the most reasonable choice. Since there are more and more times when I want to see it, there is a certain inclination: Lang Zhisong will also move to the balcony and spend it a little together. Staying on the balcony has become a habit for Lang Zhisong, and what's more, Lang Zhisong likes to work on the balcony more and more. Like a primary school student, Lu Wanyi moved a chair and a low plastic stool to do her homework on the balcony. Lang had just laughed at her an hour earlier, and an hour later she had started writing a novel on the balcony in the same posture (sitting on a small stool with her head buried in the paper on her chair). Lu Wanyi's homework book is full of paintings, and Lang Zhisong's novel has unconsciously become this "A Little Legend". Later, more convenient supplies for Lang Zhisong's life were moved to the balcony, hot water bottles, biscuit cones, ashtrays ......, and then the wires were also pulled to the balcony, and the 100-watt light bulb illuminated the balcony like day at night, plus the attraction of TV and stereo, the balcony of Lang Zhisong's house was full of life again. At this time, it retreated slightly, and it no longer lay on the balcony side by side with Lang Zhisong to bask in the sun. More often than not, I'd rather get into the cat room than come out. Once it disappeared from Lang Zhisong's field of vision, Lang Zhisong felt lifeless, and the original meaning of coming to the balcony no longer existed.

The slight refusal to get too close to Lang Zhisong only adds to its charm. It insists on the life of an independent cat, and never flatters and invites pets to Lang Zhisong. Out of respect for this incomprehensible spiritual world, Lang Zhisong froze and quietly withdrew from the balcony. Lang Zhisong moved everything they had brought with them that was not there, including the light bulbs that illuminated them, leaving only a bubble of cat feces from the original. Since then, Lang Zhisong has regarded the cement balcony as an undeveloped natural environment, and has maintained and preserved it.

Cleaning up the slightest excrement is now dispensable. Everything that has existed there since a little bit of stationing in it is worthy of respect and protection, and it is necessary to think twice about removing it, and to be cautious and solemn, and not to have to do everything as a last resort, so that it is better to keep it as it is. Lang Zhisong no longer stepped on the balcony easily, and now the washed clothes are also dried in the room. Since the door to the balcony was not closed all day, the smell of the primordial den's den filled the room, so the incense needed for clothes was no problem. With this extremely open-minded attitude, he began to show up on the balcony again, and didn't even go back to his cat room much when he slept. It felt especially comfortable lying in the middle of its few stalls of wet and dry cat poop.

Through the open wooden door and the window that opened to the balcony, Lang Zhisong stared at him day and night, and the other party was so proud that he never glanced in the direction of Lang Zhisong's gaze. It doesn't look at Lang Zhisong, but it is willing to be an observation object for Lang Zhisong. Sometimes it automatically jumps on the windowsill to squat so that Lang Zhisong can look more closely in the room. Slightly facing away from Lang Zhisong, they stared motionlessly. Obviously, it is not in a state of rest and sleep at the moment, and its spirit is not in a trance. It sits on its hind legs bent and its forelimbs erect, like a sculpture of a cat. It was so concentrated, it couldn't see its gaze from the perspective of Lang Zhisong, but only the deep and dignified back. Slightly in front of the balcony is an iron railing, and below the railing is mid-air. It was this void that stared at him slightly. The streetscape and characters below are in constant flux, and the slightest gaze does not wander and follow the movement, so the focus is not on the street below. It just stared at the void and remained silent, which made Lang Zhisong worry about the decision it underneath. Will you suddenly jump over the railing and commit suicide by jumping off the balcony? If it does, Lang Zhisong will not be surprised. Lang Zhisong held his breath and stared, for fear of being alarmed, and put a finger in front of his lips, signaling Lu Wanyi not to act rashly. Lang Zhisong has the intention to save a little life, but they know that the agility and speed of their movements cannot be compared with them, and the distance from the railing is much closer to ...... Lang Zhisong, so Lang Zhisong can only wait and see. There have been a few similar crises, but none of them really jumped down the stairs as Lang Zhisong thought. Later, Lang Zhisong finally understood: he was just falling into contemplation, and there was no intention of suicide.

Sometimes Lang Zhisong thinks that the balcony is easy to stumble. The railing on the balcony is designed according to the height of the human, just near the waist and abdomen of Lang Zhisong, and it is entirely possible for a kitten like Slightly Slightly to fall from the interval of the railing. But having lived here for many years, and not once encountered such danger, it seems that it must have an accurate understanding of height (or depth). It knew that a fall from the seventh floor was fatal, unlike jumping up and down on a windowsill reaching into a balcony.

In order to get rid of the slightest magic, everyone tries to find its vile and ridiculous. For example, cats have a habit of covering excrement, and in the past, Lang Zhisong's brother picked up cinders from downstairs and put them in a plastic basin to satisfy this slight need—as soon as it was scattered, he would pull the cinders to cover it. Sometimes the cinders are too wet (caused by the pouring of cat urine) and refuse to excrete slightly, and they must be replaced with new dry cinders for it to pull. Now it lives on a balcony a little, and there are no cinders around, but it still pulls before every time it defecates. Seeing its toe claws make white marks on the hard cement soil, making a clattering sound, Lang Zhisong felt very ridiculous. After the excretion is completed, the same ritual is still performed around a piece of cat poop. The cat poop was still the same, exposed to a slight view, but it had been covered up in a hallucination after some pulling. In any case, the action of the cat covering the still has to be made. When Lang Zhisong found that this ancient instinct was still in his body, he was relieved, and all kinds of signs indicated that it was still a cat, not something in cat skin.

One day, Lu Wanyi was ecstatic and ran to tell Lang Zhisong: "What's there a little bit!" She meant to be slightly less satisfied by herself through normal mating with the opposite sex. Lu Wanyi means to satisfy herself a little. Lang Zhisong followed her to the balcony to watch the spectacle. Naturally, slightly different from humans in a slightly way, it is not so flexible with sensitive fingers. Slightly erecting one hind leg in the air, his head folded under his crotch, licking its red, sharp organs. From the moral standpoint of human beings, this matter is unsightly, so Lang Zhisong stands there and does not know what to do. Is it dispelled slightly? Or continue to stand still? Or go back to the room and go about your own business as if it didn't happen at all. If it was a little bit of a person, when it found out that Lang Zhisong was watching its behavior, it would immediately turn over and sit up, trying its best to hide it, and the slight personality was so shy and timid. However, he was not a human being, and his attitude on this issue was surprisingly calm, and he did not get up and avoid it when he saw everyone coming, and of course he did not work harder and exaggerated. It's not a little exhibitionist, and it's not a pornographic show. Its composure, as always, made everyone very uneasy.

But it is better to find that it still has desires than to think that it has no desires, and it is better understood by Lang Zhisong. No matter how calm, fearless, and even personable, the outpouring of desire shows that it is still an ordinary cat, an animal. As an animal with desires, no matter what, it is expected and grasped by Lang Zhisong, and there is no need for Lang Zhisong to look up and snoop because of its mysterious realm without desire.

Sometimes Lang Zhisong thinks: Although there are all kinds of things that Lang Zhisong does not understand in the world of cats, as a human being, Lang Zhisong is much more advanced and superior than them after all. Although it is a slightly uncanny cat, and behind that extremely beautiful cat face hides some kind of soul that transcends cats, but at most it is only a person. Lang Zhisong began to feel that his previous life was a person, and it was unlikely that he was a cat. The man's soul was imprisoned in the life of a cat, and it was the life of such an extremely poor and sick cat. The man was meditating through a cat's face, perhaps having suicidal thoughts, but the cat's body forbade him or it to do so. Like many people, although they have a human face, their soul may be a hunter or a mouse. Although it has a cat's body and fur, it does not feel used to it. What it does, through the illusions of life of those false cats, does not look like a cat, but a person. If he were a person, what kind of person would he be when he was a human being? A thoughtful, sensitive, withdrawn, cowardly. Pretty and pale people.

After Lang Zhisong told Lu Wanyi about these cranky thoughts, she said, "Isn't this you? In addition to the inconsistency of beauty, the other points are your portrayal. ”

Lang Zhisong said: "Don't get involved with me. If this is a slight description, is it appropriate? ”

Lu Wanyi said: "Except for the pale one, it's inappropriate - it's a little bit of a flower cat." There are several other things that are correct. At the same time, she explained: "It's not that the family doesn't enter the door. Husband and wife have been together for a long time, and they are still similar to each other. It's getting a little more like your family! ”

Listening to her does not mean praise for their family's unique style and temperament, but deliberately demeaning, sarcastic and disdainful. You must know that it is not a normal, healthy and lively cat among cats, but a strange, unfortunate and annoying cat, it is a strange and old cat - this is what Lu Wanyi hinted at Lang Zhisong. What she means is that Lang Zhisong is an eccentric and down-and-out person.

Hearing her say this, Lang Zhisong didn't care, but since then he has some kind of meaning that is slightly in touch with his heart. Lang Zhisong often imagines how Lang Zhisong would behave in the body of a cat? The situation is about the same as slightly. Lang Zhisong thought again, what if he had a body like Lang Zhisong, that is, it was a person? It must be very similar to Lang Zhisong, so similar that they dislike each other. Fortunately, he (it) is a hunter, so Lang Zhisong was able to live in peace and harmony, and also had that kind of sympathetic feelings. I don't know how to look at Lang Zhisong a little, but Lang Zhisong is indeed more and more sympathetic to it.

Based on the above situation, Lang Zhisong came up with the idea of leading a little around the world. Of course, this world is not a world measured by Lang Zhisong's body, but from a slight perspective. Lang Zhisong put on a raincoat and gloves, and will pick him up slightly. At this time, Lang Zhisong was very familiar with the slightly, and although touching it would cause resistance, it was not impossible. Lang Zhisong wears a raincoat indoors on a sunny day, firstly to isolate the fleas on his body, and secondly, to prevent the slightest scratching. was slightly picked up by Lang Zhisong and left the ground, nervous as if boarding a spaceship flying away from the earth. It grabbed Lang Zhisong tightly, and the cat's claws pierced the rubber layer inside the raincoat to Lang Zhisong's flesh, and at the same time trembled all over, accompanied by incontinence. Lang Zhisong took the frightened cat, who almost fainted, out of the balcony and into the room. Lang Zhisong shook his shoulders as he walked around the room, comforting a little like a baby in the crook of his arm. Lang Zhisong told it as he walked:

"This is the bedroom of your mother, mother and your father (referring to Lang Zhisong's sister-in-law and Lang Zhisong's brother), and now it is the bedroom of your uncle (myself) and your sister-in-law (Lu Wanyi)...... This is your father's study...... This is your grandmother's former room...... This is the living room...... This is the kitchen, and next door is the toilet......" When he recovered from the panic a little, knowing that Lang Zhisong had no malicious intentions, he seemed very excited, although its toes and claws still firmly grasped Lang Zhisong's clothes, but its eyes showed extreme joy and curiosity. It's been looking around.

I can see that I like such an event a little. However, due to the hassle of putting on the equipment, you have to carefully remove the slightest traces left in the room afterwards, so this kind of travel is not very convenient. About two or three times a year, Lang Zhisong will take the initiative to pick up a little on a whim. However, when Lang Zhisong has no intention of traveling, he will come over to pick up Lang Zhisong's clothes, and he wants to jump on Lang Zhisong's shoulder or grab Lang Zhisong's back, and after coming up like a means of transportation, it will sit still. At this time, Lang Zhisong had to work hard to drive it away. Often Lang Zhisong jumped up before he was dressed neatly, and the consequence was naturally that the fleas took advantage of the situation. In addition to these unpleasantness, getting a little closer to Lang Zhisong is not to make love with Lang Zhisong, it purely regards Lang Zhisong as a means of transportation to travel the world. With this understanding, Lang Zhisong is not as enthusiastic about travel as before. Oddly enough, despite the fact that the door to the balcony was open all day, it never occurred to me to use my limbs to go into the room for its worldwide roaming. It had to take the transportation of Lang Zhisong to start. It's not that it's a little lazy and stingy with its physical strength, but it seems that this happy roaming is associated with transportation, and even the excitement and pleasure of riding transportation is greater than that of roaming itself. Thinking about it this way, Lang Zhisong is psychologically balanced. Lang Zhisong walked around the desperately familiar room with a little bit, while whimsically talking nonsense: "This is your America...... This is your Europe...... This is South Africa...... Equatorial Guinea...... This is Singapore...... This is the Andes Mountains...... This is Antarctica......"

I vomited a little at one time and refused to eat for a few days. Watching its neck stretch and shrink, its stomach bulge and suck, and the result was just a few drops of yellow water, Lang Zhisong felt sad, but they didn't know how to help it. The slightest medical treatment is limited to mixing a crushed antibiotic into its food, and since it refuses to eat, the only medical treatment has to resort to violence. Lang Zhisong put on a raincoat, went to the balcony to catch a little, and with the help of Lu Wanyi, he opened its mouth and poured the medicine powder down. In addition to encountering a little fierce resistance, the medical effect is not guaranteed, and as soon as Lang Zhisong let go, he vomited a little. The so-called "vomiting" does not mean that the vomit is unusually large, on the contrary, there is nothing in the stomach except the freshly poured powder and the tablespoon of water needed to flush the powder. "Spitting" depicts the action, slightly as if it was electrified, the enormity of the amplitude and the speed of the frequency, and the state of the machine are like an electric cat that specializes in vomiting. At the same time, a few bits of green water flowed from the corners of its mouth—a symbolic vomit that was also unrealistic.

At that time, Lang Zhisong did think about sending him to the hospital a little. But in my heart, I always felt that this was a big fuss, a little bit more than a cat. If it is a person, Lang Zhisong will not think twice about it when his condition is in crisis, even if it is an ambulance that alarms the siren. Lang Zhisong hesitated a little, and was a little dying, and then Lang Zhisong had the idea of "Anyway, it's hopeless, it's too late to send to the hospital, so there is no need to do more". Slightly curled up in the cat room, Lang Zhisong squatted down to visit it, only to see that its eyes were closed, but it was not dead. Its body trembled visibly. It was from this trembling state that Lang Zhisong concluded that it was still alive. Reach in and touch its back, and never have to worry about its sharp claws anymore. At this moment, he has no strength and can't even bear his own shaking. Lang Zhisong's hand stabilized it, the tremor stopped, or the faint frequency was absorbed through Lang Zhisong's hand. Lang Zhisong found that he seemed to like this very much: closed his eyes, curled up into a ball, and let Lang Zhisong gently caress him. It told Lang Zhisong what it thought with an extremely faint cry. When Lang Zhisong's hands withdrew from it, it let out such a dull cry, meaning that it needed, needed the contact and warmth of Lang Zhisong's hands. When Lang Zhisong's hands were put back on its fur, it screamed a little like that, meaning that it felt it, and it was so good, and then it was silent again. Lang Zhisong and Lu Wanyi took turns to change hands, feeling a little cold under Lang Zhisong's palms, and their voices became weaker and weaker, and finally they just opened their mouths to show it.

Lu Wanyi told Lang Zhisong that cats have an average lifespan of eight to ten years. I'm more than eight years old this year. But Lang Zhisong is still not sure whether it can be considered old and dead. If you go to the hospital for a while, will it be able to bring it back to life? It doesn't look like an old cat at all. When Lang Zhisong was a child, he was sent to the countryside, and he often saw those long-lived old cats, lying on the stove to warm up or basking in the sun on the roof of the grass house. They were stried, their eyebrows drooping, and they were all fat and large, and none of the old cats were so alert and nervous, and they were slender and very beautiful. Slightly never aging and dying, its unreasonable youth seems puzzling, maybe it has something to do with the vigilance and not letting up at all times, right?

In order to comfort the dying slightly, for the first time in many years, Lang Zhisong moved it into the bedroom. At this time, Lang Zhisong also fell ill and lay in bed with a high fever. Slightly next to Lang Zhisong's bed—Lu Wanyi got a cardboard box with a broken cotton tire inside, which will be slightly settled inside. She was waiting for the two of Lang Zhisong at the same time, and she was very busy. Lang Zhisong leaned on the head of the bed and looked at the floor. Sometimes, he opened his eyes in a coma, glanced at Lang Zhisong, and called out mechanically at the same time.

Lang Zhisong looked at the dying slightly, and couldn't help but feel a sense of sympathy.

Although Lang Zhisong only occasionally caught a cold, he felt that he would die soon. Lang Zhisong felt that Lang Zhisong's illness had a common cause, and when Lang Zhisong's body was eliminated by medicine, he could expect to improve slightly. Under the light of the lamp, Lang Zhisong kept talking to a little, "A little, a ......little, a little," Lang Zhisong said. It trembled in the shadows of the furniture. Later, Lang Zhisong fell asleep dimly. At the last glance, Lang Zhisong saw Lu Wanyi bring a bowl of freshly made fish soup and put it next to her.

Lang Zhisong got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet, the room was very dark, there was a strange sound that pierced the ear drums, it was a little asthma, it was completely bad. After turning on the light, Lang Zhisong saw blood foaming from the corner of his mouth while he was slightly asthmatic, and his head was shaking at the same time. It's scary. Lang Zhisong wanted to reach out to comfort it, but hesitated when he thought that he had to go to the faucet to wash his hands after he was done. When Lang Zhisong was hesitating, he suddenly jumped up slightly and jumped on Lang Zhisong's back (Lang Zhisong was squatting).

Lang Zhisong was really startled, but he didn't expect the dying cat to act in an instant. Lang Zhisong shrugged his shoulders very instinctively and tried to shake it off, and the slight claws hooked Lang Zhisong's pajamas, but in the end Lang Zhisong was shaken off the floor. Just hear a thud and land slightly sideways. This would never have been possible in normal times - it had begun to stiffen a little. It can't flip itself over, it can't climb back into the cardboard box, but its front and rear limbs are still twitching, and the weak force of this twitching changes the direction of its head and tail (compared to when it fell). Kicking his hind legs slightly, he knocked over the fish soup next to him. It just lay down in the cold juice of the fish soup and died.

Lu Wanyi was awakened by a series of noises, she turned over and squinted her eyes and asked Lang Zhisong, "What's wrong?" Lang Zhisong said:

"It's okay, it's okay, you can sleep." Then he turned off the lights and got into the bed.

Imagine that Lang Zhisong brought in the fleas on his body a little, and maybe there were even more terrible germs. In the middle of this empty night, Lang Zhisong fell asleep in a daze, and another cat died, so he lost his due self-control. Lang Zhisong didn't clean himself up before going to bed. Lang Zhisong imagined that the fleas and germs had partially transferred from Lang Zhisong to Lu Wanyi's body, so he felt very guilty for Lang Zhisong's lover. In the quilt, Lang Zhisong hugged her tighter. Lu Wanyi muttered, "Are you okay?" Pretty well, right? Lang Zhisong whispered softly in her ear: "It's okay, it's okay, let's talk about it tomorrow." ”

Then they fell asleep.

When she woke up the next morning, the news of her death was officially announced, and Lu Wanyi naturally cried with red eyes. Compared to the night, the slight posture has not changed in the slightest, and he still lands on his side, and his limbs are spread out to form a long strip. The bowl of soup was tilted, but there wasn't much soup on the floor, almost all of it was absorbed by the slight fur. The blood foam on the corners of its mouth had also frothed, and a white mist had formed on its round eyes. Lang Zhisong brought a plastic bag and tried to put it in it, but death was about to be reshaped slightly, and the plastic bag was more than wide and not deep enough (it was slightly stick-shaped at the moment). Later, it was replaced by a large garbage bag to barely hide its dead form. To be on the safe side, Lang Zhisong added another fashion bag to the suspicious garbage bag. After this modification, no one can see that it contains a cat corpse. Lang Zhisong carried it and was led by Lu Wanyi into the nearby Peace Shopping Mall.

That day, Lang Zhisong's schedule was like this: go to the mall to restock some food in the refrigerator and buy supplies for disinfection, then bury the cat, and then go home and thoroughly clean the bedroom and balcony. When Lang Zhisong was shopping, Lang Zhisong was carrying a slightly corpse in his hand. Lang had to carry the growing number of shopping bags in his hand alongside the slightly more slightly loaded fashion bags. Lang Zhisong (Lang Zhisong and slightly) weave through the crowd, squeeze into the bus, and come to the street in a holiday atmosphere (it's a week old). Screaming children, rising and fluttering advertising balloons, blue sky and white clouds in nature, countless cables spanning overhead, some dark and some unusually bright...... This familiar world surprised Lang Zhisong, just because Lang Zhisong was carrying a corpse in his hand. It is like a kind of magic, which makes Lang Zhisong discover the magic and beauty of this ordinary world, as well as the incomparable emptiness and sadness. This magic makes a sick animal that has been alone and sick since its death be in the bustling streets with a stiff body...... Lang Zhisong and Lu Wanyi buried a little in Jiuhuashan Park. The shovels and kitchen knives (digging tools) that I had brought with me were not used, and there were ready-made tree holes on the hillside there. At this moment, it was just like a stick, and Lang Zhisong planted it in a tree hole, filled it with soil, stepped on it, made camouflage and marks, and took pictures. Lang Zhisong sent the developed photos to his brother who was far away in the south, and reported to him the slight news of his death. Lang emphasised that the feng shui of the burial site is excellent, with the foothills of Jiuhua Mountain in the background, and the city stretches in the distance, with a bird's-eye view of the thousands of buildings there, as evidenced by photographs.

Another year passed, and Lang Zhisong's brother went back to Nanjing to go through the transfer procedures. He ran to Lang Zhisong's sister-in-law's grave and cried. I went on a trip to Jiuhua Mountain before I went, and according to the photos, I picked up a slight corpse. It is unknown whether the corpse has completely decomposed, but Lang Zhisong's brother has collected something and put it in a suitcase that he has brought with him. He buried the contents of the suitcase next to Lang Zhisong's sister-in-law's grave. The two places are far apart, but Lang Zhisong's brother is riding his motorcycle back and forth, so it is not hard. It's just that in Lang Zhisong's opinion, it is not necessary.