pick up cats

In reality, Tong Ming and Song Limian were skin to skin and slept peacefully.

In the dream, he was experiencing a great escape.

The dusty memory was pried open by the unexpected encounter during the day, and when the night fell, the lid of the box opened automatically.

At that time, Tong Ming was still a weak kitten, his claws were not sharp enough, and his growl was limp, without much momentum.

However, it still had family members at that time. Although it was too lonely and not very close to its parents and younger brother, it would not be homeless after all.

The sun was shining that day, and Tong Ming stepped on the shade of the trees and the shadows cast by the eaves with his meat pad, and slowly followed the wagging tails of his parents.

The younger brother who was just born is very fond of acting like a baby, and has been "meowing" non-stop since he went out. Tong Ming was originally not good at dealing with his younger brother, and the other party has always loved to compete with Tong Ming since he was conscious.

Tong Ming didn't know whether he should find it funny or not.

The three cats in front walked slowly, sometimes stopping. The mother cat would lick the fur of her little son affectionately. Tong Ming deliberately lagged behind by a few steps, staring at the void in the distance in a daze.

Occasionally, it received the peeping eyes of its younger brother, but when it looked at the past, the younger brother turned his head in disdain, and raised his tail in a show of power.

At that time, Tong Ming was young and couldn't understand too many emotions, so he just planed the ground with his forelimbs sullenly. He was a little helpless and couldn't understand why his younger brother wanted to compete with himself who had nothing.

After a while, Mother Cat finally found another son, she turned her head and gave an urgent "meow", Tong Ming responded softly, and moved forward a few steps, but she never stood side by side with them.

Tong Ming stepped on the cracks of the bricks, as if he couldn't do it by himself, he thought slowly, it wasn't because his parents were partial, but because he was too independent, always full of curiosity about the outside world, not like a dog that made his family feel at ease I'm a good-looking cat, and I don't like group activities.

This is in stark contrast to my younger brother who stays in the nest every day, sleeps and acts like a baby at any time. In the past, his parents only had a kitten, and they couldn't do anything about it. Now that they have a child who is more worthy of care, it is normal for Tong Ming to be ignored. .

They came to the mouth of the dirty alley, and a few smelly trash cans were smashed into a crooked row, and several discarded disposable packaging boxes were packed in plastic bags and fell into the trash can that said "recyclable" sideways.

The smell of leftovers lures hungry cats. Fortunately, there are few stray cats in this area, and each family basically has a fixed location, so no other cats come to compete with their family for food.

The parents ran over in a hurry, using wooden sticks and cardboard boxes as footholds, and jumped onto the edge of the trash can. The younger brother was not only delicate but also afraid of heights, so he walked around the side of the bucket as always. "Meow Meow" urged the parents to hurry up.

Tong Ming looked at this scene indifferently, then lowered his head again, picked a cleaner ground and stood there, continuing to be out of place.

It is a clean kitten. Apart from licking its fur every day, although it is afraid of taking a bath, it will regularly go to the faucet to rinse its hair at the risk of being drowned.

Friendly humans on the street always like to praise it for its beauty and give it a lot of clean and delicious food. Tong Ming doesn't think there is anything wrong with this. After all, in return, it will suppress its unwillingness to be touched and let a few people surround it It touched its furry back curiously.

Tong Minghui will return home worried about being bald. Every time, he tastes it carefully beforehand, confirms that there is no problem, and then bites the food and moves to the nest.

After finally returning home, family members who were hunting for treasure in the garbage dump happened to come in. Tong Ming put the food in a clean place and pushed it forward with his left foreleg.

In the first period of time, Tong Ming always thought that they would be happy, but he didn't express it.

After all, these foods are not only delicious, but also not easy to get upset after eating them. There is no reason for hungry stray cats to refuse them.

However, the fact is that it was reprimanded severely as always, and its parents asked it if it could stay away from those humans.

Tong Ming flinched slightly for two seconds, did not respond, but replied stubbornly in her heart: No.

He has never understood the hostility stray cats have towards humans.

The family members explained this problem to it. They said that human beings are demons, and they will capture animals and put them into cages when they are unsuspecting, as ornamental objects or food, and there are even more terrifying demons, who will even put poison in the food.

All these descriptions are contrary to Tong Ming's cognition, and they seem very vague. Tong Ming, who is used to independent judgment, is unwilling to believe it, but he is too lazy to argue, and on the surface he slowly nods his head to indicate "I know".

After a period of time, it only picked the time when its parents couldn't find out to play with humans, and it only ate a small portion of the delicious food each time, and it kept the rest in the secret base.

It thought that it had a chance to wait until that day, and thought, one day its parents will no longer have prejudices against human beings, so it should give them these as gifts.

The parents are very satisfied with Tong Ming's recent safety, thinking that it is sensible, and occasionally have a gentle chat with it, and today, for the first time ever, they called Tong Ming to come out to look for food together.

Tong Ming is actually not used to this kind of place, but it still came.

In the dream, when Tong Mingding was hesitating for a while at the entrance of the alley, when his mother's eyes were long overdue, he still abandoned his obsession with cleanliness and rejection, and walked slowly over.

Standing under the exaggerated shadow of the trash can, the stench rushed into the nostrils instantly, and the scorching sun at noon made it dizzy, and Tong Ming even had a terrible auditory hallucination.

But when it regained its strength, it realized that this was not an illusion.

The dog barking suddenly sounded from far to near, and the huge sense of crisis forced its hair to stand on end. The body of the parents lying in the trash can froze, and the younger brother who was fiddling with the tattered corn cobs by the bucket also stopped, and he stood there in shock. .

Tong Ming has been wandering outside for a long time, and has yelled at many stray dogs, so he reacted quickly.It turned around sharply, only to see a vicious dog with bloodshot eyes open, saliva flowing down the sharp canine teeth, dripping on the ground, disgusting and frightening.

The vicious dog roared threateningly and pressed forward step by step.

The languages ​​of different species do not communicate with each other, but although Tong Ming can't understand dog language, he clearly knows that he needs to escape quickly.

The cat's body covered by soft fur began to tremble, it tried its best to maintain stability, and slowly backed away, trying to make a threatening sound that could also make the other party terrified.

It's a pity that it is too young to be deterrent.

Looking around through the gap, the tight strings were somehow loosened—at least the terrain was favorable for the cat.

The open trash can happened to be against the wall, and a cat that is good at jumping and climbing could easily jump up and use its forelimbs to grab the upper bricks and tiles to escape the predicament.

For its petite body, this series of movements is actually a bit strenuous, but fortunately, it is not neglected in practice, so it is confident that it can succeed.

Parents of adult wild cats certainly don't need to worry, but...

Tong Ming raised her tail nervously, and looked sideways with her small head.

It opened and closed its mouth slightly, and finally retreated to a safe distance, only to find that its younger brother was still in a daze beside the front trash can, with a stupid look of not knowing how to move.

The parents hid farther away than Tong Ming, and when they saw this, they screamed hurriedly beside the red brick wall that had been splashed with sewage.

Tong Ming secretly thought it was not good.

In the next second, the delirious vicious dog also noticed the lonely kitten, and the hunger on his face immediately became more obvious.

When it made its preparations, Tong Ming arched his back abruptly, rushed over first, picked up the back of his younger brother who was shaking like a sieve, and was driven by a great sense of crisis to run away.

The fence was only a few trash cans away from it, but Tong Ming felt that it was far, far away.

In the afternoon the sun was stronger, and it couldn't keep its eyes open. In the sticky and painful sweat, it relied on consciousness to find its way. Parents stood by the wall to get ready. Moe.

The younger brother just played by the trash can for a long time, and some sticky juice with an indescribable taste was stained on his hair. Tong Ming was dizzy from the smoke, and his mouth felt nauseous.

But it had to keep pushing itself, running at a speed beyond the limit of a vicious dog, urging his body to overload.

When Kankan threw his younger brother to his father, Tong Ming lost all strength, and all four legs were weak.

The vicious dog seemed to have noticed this too, and stood not far away, taking the time to cheer before eating.

The father had no time to take care of this, and it finally pushed up the younger brother who was trembling unseemly, while the mother sobbed on the wall while hooking the younger brother, and pulled him up.

Before his consciousness was about to lose consciousness, Tong Ming vaguely felt that his father looked back hesitantly. His father, who had always disliked it, quickly returned to the deepness in his sight, and jumped up the fence nimbly.

Finally, Tong Ming's last bit of strength was exhausted.

There were bursts of turbid air from the vicious dog's mouth, coupled with an unknown stench, lingering on Tong Ming's originally smooth and beautiful hair.

Tong Ming closed his eyes tiredly, listening to the rustling sound of his father climbing up the wall and his mother's screaming.

Their relationship is limited to this.

When there was an indescribable pain in the abdomen, the last strange sound on the wall was enough to evacuate, Tong Ming was so painful that he couldn't make a sound, and even the gap between his lips moved became longer.

When it was in extreme pain, it even pulled out a wisp of consciousness, thinking that it should be considerate of such forced abandonment by its family members.

But it was really painful, so it didn't take long for it to change from calm to extremely wronged.

However, this overly intense emotion didn't last long, and with a whimper, it fell into a faint.

***

When Tong Ming woke up, his skin was drenched in sweat. He opened his eyes in bewilderment, only to see Song Limian frowning, looking at him worriedly.

The perception brought by the dream and the reality is completely different. Tong Ming couldn't wake up from the boundless feeling of drowning immediately, so he stared at Song Limian with a blank expression, and didn't take the initiative to speak.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Song Limian's brows and eyes were soft under the warm light, he judged for a few seconds, and asked worriedly.

Tong Ming shrank into the shadow cast by Song Limian, like a baby returning to its swaddle, gradually breaking free from panic.

His pupils gradually focused, and he heard himself say "Yes" in a low voice, and then he rustled his arm again.

The stickiness in the dream was not just caused by memories. Now, Tong Ming in the quilt was overflowing with thin sweat, as if someone scooped him up from the deep sea.

He moved a place, touched the whole wet sheet, and retracted his hand.

Song Limian didn't dislike it, and moved over following Tong Ming's movements.

His voice was hoarse due to fatigue, and he stared at Tong Ming with clear eyes, and pressed Tong Ming's overheated arm with the back of his hand.

He asked slowly, "Are you afraid? Do you want me to sleep with you?"

Tong Ming let go for two seconds with a contemplative expression, and then said "hot", but when he came back to his senses, he had already voluntarily slipped into Song Limian's arms.

Song Limian hugged him, his muscles seemed to relax a lot, and he smiled lowly, Tong Ming also gradually calmed down with a steady heartbeat.

His thin lips were very close to the skin, and the gentleness unique to Song Limian was transmitted to his limbs without any hindrance, making his chest full and at ease.

He was like a coquettish kitten, rubbing against Song Limian's chest affectionately.

In the dream, he didn't seem to understand, but now he knew - it's not that he can't learn to show weakness, it's just that the circumstances didn't allow it when he was a child.

But now it's different.

After all, he stepped into the legendary human world where demons danced wildly, and met a person who was willing to pamper him. That human was gentle enough to never underestimate him, and gave him enough respect from the beginning to the end.

Tong Ming has been tired for too many years, so there is no need to continue to resist revealing her true side.

This time Song Limian didn't want to ask about it, but Tong Ming let go of her thin lips that had been tightly pressed for a long time, and took the initiative to say: "I dreamed about something from my childhood."

Song Limian was stunned for a moment, and said "Yes" in a low voice, he had already guessed from his expression: "... Just forget about the unimportant things."

Tong Ming's black eyes were drooping, he didn't know what he was thinking, and his clear and shallow breath sprayed on Song Limian's skin, which was very irritating.

Song Limian put his palm on the back of his head, stroked it tenderly, and added: "However, if you really can't forget it, you can consider telling me."

Tong Ming was noncommittal, closed her thin eyelids and said nothing.

He seemed to like to have his hair touched. When Song Limian stroked it with moderate strength, electric current would flow through his scalp, making his sore and swollen thighs feel less uncomfortable.

"Can I forget if I tell you?" After a long time, Tong Ming was so comfortable that he felt drowsy again, and his voice became hoarse and sticky.

"It doesn't seem to work. But I can share the burden for you." Song Limian hugged him in a different position, regardless of whether the blood in his arm would be blocked, and said softly, "I can still coax you."

"...I'm not a child." Before falling asleep, Tong Ming murmured.

The night was completely silent, and the shadow of the tree outside the window was immobilized by the moonlight, so it no longer swayed so much.

Song Limian's left forearm was placed under Tong Ming's head, and the scar under the tattoo was faintly numb. After so long, he knew it was a psychological effect, so he didn't care about it.

He moved gently and rubbed Tong Ming's scalp in an awkward posture, and then he took the other hand over, half-embracing the painful shoulders and back bones in his arms, and patted the fragile back.

Tong Ming curled up in his arms, like a piece of high-quality mutton fat jade, which looks hard on the outside, but is actually gentle and restrained, very fragile.

Song Limian was fortunate enough to come into contact with his unreserved softness, so he didn't allow himself to slack in the slightest.

He stroked the opponent's spine, and slowly explored to the rest of the skin with a comfortable moaning sound. After a while, he touched a raised scar on the lower part of Tong Ming's belly.

The scar is long and deep to the touch, but it's been a long time, and it just looks abrupt, not scary.

In the middle of the night today, when he locked Tong Ming's hips and made love with him, Song Limian seemed to be rubbing here.

But at that time, Tong Ming was still awake, so he raised his eyelids, looked over wetly, and silently diverted Song Limian's attention in an indecent way.

At that time Song Limian didn't want to spoil the atmosphere, so he pretended not to know.

Now, his fearful guesses confirmed, the heart feels like being thrown into a pond full of lemonade.

Not only sour, but also fine and small bubbles rising continuously, bulging all Song Limian's heartache so far.

Tong Ming, who was immersed in sleep, was also very ticklish, so he avoided it by rubbing his head, and Song Limian stopped looking for sins and let go of the scar.

"Children may not be coaxed by someone. You seem to have never been hurt before." He said with downcast eyes.

He withdrew his arm, continued to pat his back to help Tong Ming sleep, and said to himself: "I'm a bit late, I don't know how long it will take to make up."