Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

The rocking chair rocked slowly, and the atmosphere in the room was warm with a little ambiguity.

Jingzhi's mouth was covered and she couldn't speak. She could only rub her wet nose against his dry and warm palm.

A strange touch came over him, and Lin Ying inexplicably recalled the scene where he and its little nostrils had just stared into each other's eyes. Lin Ying chuckled, and a slight vibration came from the bottom of his throat, and he laughed in a low voice.

Halfway through laughing, there was a loud "bang" outside, as if something huge fell from the roof.

The gossipy kitten was contrary to its usual well-behaved nature and was extremely agile at this moment. Before Lin Ying could react, it had already broken free from his restraints, jumped onto the windowsill, and stuck its head out to check.

"Jingzhi..."

He felt a little uncomfortable with the empty space in his arms.

Jingzhi didn't have time to savor the sorrow in his words. She turned her head and pointed her claws outside, "Xiaoying, Ah Shi couldn't catch the ghost, so he jumped off the building in anger!"

Then she turned to Ah Shi and said, "If you can't catch him, then you can't catch him. Don't commit suicide! Besides, there are dogs everywhere—"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Like dumplings falling from the sky, several other disciples fell from the sky.

Jingzhi's pupils trembled: "Dog, shit, everyone."

She turned her head and looked behind her. "Xiaoying, your disciples all jumped off the building. How could they be so easily defeated?"

Lin Ying stood up and went to the window to take a look. Everyone was lying in a crooked position except Ah Shi, who was lying the straightest, with his legs spread out and his face facing downwards. It was unknown whether he was disfigured or not.

"Tsk, aren't you ashamed? As a disciple of Maoshan, you actually got tricked by a ghost, and you still can't get up?!"

Despite cursing, he was indeed a little cold without the blanket. He picked up the disinfectant as perfume, sprayed himself with it again, and then took the warm kitten into his arms.

Jingzhi hesitated to speak, struggled out his two front paws and gently placed them on his arms, hinting to the depressed people outside:

"There's a kind of luck called shit luck. I think your shit is about to happen. Maybe your luck will change."

"What a shitty luck." Xiao Wu stood up, holding his waist and patted the dirt off his body. Fortunately, they had just loosened the soil in this area, otherwise it would have been a disaster today.

As soon as she approached the windowsill of Lin Ying's room, Jingzhi put her nose in Lin Ying's palm.

There was no way, she would rather smell disinfectant than dog shit, "Well, I have a little secret to tell you - umm!"

Before she could finish her words, Lin Ying "hostage" her and walked out of the room.

"What are you doing? I have a secret, and you want to hear it too—ugh!"

He held the mouthpiece again, and Lin Ying looked out the window at the blue sky with white clouds, feeling a lingering fear.

"Your secret is yours to keep to yourself. You don't have to tell us."

Jingzhi was anxious. Even though he had money, he didn't want it?!

She pulled Lin Ying's hand away.

"I was going to say—"

Lin Ying held her mouth.

She pulled it open. "There's—"

hold.

Dig, "There is yellow—"

grip.

I tried to pry it open but couldn't.

Lin Ying, in an unethical way, tied a blessed cinnabar rope on the short mouthpiece.

The red rope is particularly obvious on the white fur.

As long as she opened her mouth slightly, the red rope would flash and tighten inch by inch. After Jingyi felt a moment of pain on her skin, she had to give up.

Forget it, just bury it. He doesn’t need it much anyway.

Lin Ying stroked the hair on her forehead and said apologetically, "When you don't want to tell the secret anymore, I'll let you go."

Seeing Lin Ying walking from the living room to the entrance and squatting down to take out his shoes, Jingzhi knew that he was going out for something.

She fiddled with his thin dark blue coat and waved her hand.

Lin Ying's hands froze, and he put down his cloth shoes. His dark brown eyes looked at her with a hint of tenderness, "Let me change my coat?"

The kitten nodded.

"Are you worried that I'll be cold?"

The kitten continued to click.

The line of his lips under the mask slowly rose, and her resentment disappeared, and she turned out to be a real sweet pepper.

"Okay, put on a thick coat and then I'll take you out to buy flowers," he said.

What flowers to buy?

Do you want to give it to her?

The kitten's nostrils dilated slightly for a moment, and its eyes became surprisingly bright, as if two blazing flames were burning.

"It's not what you think." Lin Ying covered her eyes, her voice low and slightly hoarse, steady and without any ripples:

"Dog poop is also a kind of fertilizer. I'll buy some chrysanthemums and plant them in the garden. They can also help get rid of the smell."

……whispering sound.

The kitten's ears, which had stood up straight, collapsed again. She thought he had finally come to his senses.

……

The flower and bird market was bustling with people.

As the New Year is approaching, many people come to buy oranges to decorate their homes.

A middle-aged man in a black down jacket stood tall and walked slowly among the green plants, coughing softly from time to time.

When coughing, he would take care to hold the kitten in his hand a little further away, which shows that he is a gentle person at heart.

So even though he looked a little serious, the merchants nearby would still warmly invite him to come over and take care of their business.

"Uncle, our New Year flowers are not soaked in preservatives, and the colors are very bright. Do you want to come and have a look? Adding a little red to your home has a very good meaning."

"My kumquat tree just arrived today, and I've already tied up some red envelopes. Wish you good luck, uncle!"

"Handsome boy, handsome boy! Come and look at me..."

The kitten in my arms finally deflated, grinning, and its round eyes turned into two downward curved lines.

Lin Ying was a little embarrassed.

He is old and still called handsome, no wonder she laughed.

But she would laugh...was it because she thought he wasn't handsome enough?

Lin Ying was a little dazed.

In just a few seconds, he was surrounded by a group of enthusiastic vendors.

A sheep walking into a tiger's mouth is truly a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth.

After all, street vendors are different from those rich people. They are proactive and positive, straightforward and enthusiastic.

When he finally came out, he was holding not only the cat, but also a bunch of New Year flowers and a delivery note.

Somehow, he was pushed into buying two large pots of kumquat trees.

"That's right, every family buys it, it's a good omen for good luck. I'll ask Ah Xiang to deliver it to you later. Welcome to come again next time, boss!"

It only takes five minutes and one deal to go from a handsome guy to a boss.

Lin Ying was a little intimidated by this super familiar shopkeeper, so he spotted a flower shop in the corner and walked over quickly.

The bosses lined up along the way called all kinds of handsome guys and pretty girls "Mr. Zhang", "Mr. Wang", "Mr. Li", "Mr. Yang". As long as you bought something from them, you would instantly become a boss. They were very sweet-mouthed.

Jingzhi acted funny and imitated other people's waving and bowing in his arms.

She was such a soft and cute little creature, and her agile human-like movements were particularly eye-catching, so more people gathered around her.

Lin Ying became more and more reserved. She pressed down the kitten's paw with one hand and stood still.

A child who was shopping with his mother looked up at the cat in his arms and suddenly said to Lin Ying, "Uncle, can I touch it?"

"no!"

The sudden rejection left the child stunned.

Lin Ying realized that she had lost her composure, so she pointed at the rope around Jingzhi's mouth and said, "Kittens can bite, so it's better not to touch them."

Slander, this is naked slander!

If the kitten's mouth hadn't been tied, it would definitely start cursing by now.

While the child was stunned, Lin Ying ran into the greenhouse of the flower shop.

Countless potted plants separated the crowd. Seeing that he didn't allow people to touch the cat, and the onlookers didn't come over tactlessly, Lin Ying secretly breathed a sigh of relief and looked around.

Even in winter in the south, the room temperature will not drop below 0°, so many flowers can still survive.

In front of the store is a large flower shed, filled with the fragrance of flowers, with only one or two bees buzzing among the flowers.

The man who runs the shop is an old man in his seventies.

At this moment, he was lying on a half-worn rocking chair in the store, creaking and rocking, watching TV with half-closed eyes. He didn't solicit customers, and whether he had customers or not depended entirely on luck.

This kind of boss is Lin Ying's favorite.

When he buys things, he especially doesn't like others following him.

Just now, Jingzhi gestured to him in the flowers, and he finally agreed to untie the rope for her.

The floor here was also swept clean by the old man. Lin Ying put her down, told her not to go too far, and walked towards the aisle where the chrysanthemums were placed.