Killer and Healer

Instead, Erbajing's home became a temporary foothold.

After returning to Hong Kong for many days, the furniture in the house was covered with a thick layer of dust, and I didn’t want to clean it at night, so I sat on the steps in the yard and looked at the moon in the sky.

The little white cat jumped down from the top of the wall, and when it saw its owner came back, it rushed towards him like a small cannonball, and cried "meow meow" in his arms.He picked up the little white cat, nodded its round face, and said with a smile: "You lazy cat, where did you go to eat and drink, and you won't return home."

The little white cat stretched out its tongue and licked his cheek a few times, then found a comfortable position on his lap and lay down, allowing him to gently stroke its snow-white fur.

Speaking of which, this little white cat is still Jiang Yuelou's savior.

When he was 13 years old, it was the twelfth lunar month of winter.The little boy was dressed in rags, his face was yellow and thin, he had not had a good rest and meal for a long time, and there were scars on his face and body from the beatings.He stumbled and walked on the street, looking enviously at the happy figures of a family of three reflected on the curtains of the people on the street.

The heavy snow fell on his head and body, turning him into a little snowman in a short while.But he didn't have the strength to shake the snow off his body at all, he staggered, tripped and fell to the entrance of an empty alley.He knew that if he didn't get up, he would die in this snowy night, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't support himself at all, so he had to let himself pass out.

At his most desperate moment, a stray cat with snow-white fur that almost blended with the color of snow came from nowhere and lay on his chest like a human being. It gently licked his face with the tip of its tongue, warming it. with him.Slowly, his body gradually recovered. Looking at the little white cat, a wave of hope was born in his heart. Only then did he pass the most miserable days in his life.

"People say that a cat's lifespan is only twelve or thirteen years. You have been with me for ten years, so you can stay with me for a few more years..." His movements of stroking the little white cat became more gentle, and he couldn't help muttering to himself.

He didn't know that Chen Yuzhi was just a wall away from him, and he was also sitting quietly on the steps of his yard, looking at the moon and thinking about people.