pick up cats

Ever since warmth became normal, Song Limian gradually forgot the lonely and cold time.

He went home with several bags of preserved fruit.

Recently, Tong Ming fell in love with the taste of preserved fruit, and every day when he ate with his mouth in his arms, he was like a pitiful hamster, making Song Limian unable to resist buying more food to feed him.

In the past, he didn't know what cats can eat. Fortunately, Tong Ming was not greedy when he was a kitten, so nothing happened to him.

Recently, Song Limian has been working hard to make up for his homework, and managed to get full marks in the job of being a shit shovel officer, but suddenly found that this matter is meaningless.

——Tong Ming, who has turned into a cat demon, doesn't seem to need to follow the pet cat's physique.

The pregnancy period of cat demons is similar to that of ordinary cats. At about one month, the cat's abdomen is already swollen, and it is time to give birth in two months at most.

While Song Limian felt distressed, he also breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want Tong Ming to suffer ten months of punishment.

Ever since she became pregnant, Tong Ming always refused to change back into her human body because of shyness or other reasons. Every time Song Limian got close, Tong Ming would rustle and hide her belly in the soft blanket.

However, he is too thin for a Bombay cat, carrying such a fragile life, and it is even difficult to move his body.

There was no other way, the cat had no choice but to climb onto the bed, squeeze into the quilt, reluctantly transform back into a human body, and then cover itself tightly to prevent Song Limian from looking around.

Song Limian was willing to follow him, but considering that Tong Ming was always listless after pregnancy, and many things were very hard to do, so he thought of a roundabout way.

He would bring hot water in silence, and Tong Ming, who was covered in sweat, opened a slit in his eyes, then hesitantly lifted the quilt, revealing his obsidian eyes, and promised Song Limian to wipe his body for him.

Under Song Limian's careful feeding, Tong Ming's small frame is no longer covered with only a thin layer of skin, and when he pinches his arms, he can touch the soft/meat with excellent texture.

This made Song Limian, who was always worried that Tong Ming would be at risk of giving birth if he was too thin, feel quite fulfilled.

He continued to work hard, feeding the kitten in different ways every day, and finally the cat couldn't take it anymore, and protested loudly: "If this continues, I should be the same size as the orange cat next door!"

"That's so cute." With one hour left before six o'clock, Song Limian replied casually as he was thinking about the delicious food to prepare for tonight.

As a result, Tong Ming pursed his lips and lost his temper for about 58 minutes. The reason was that the evil human beings always change their minds. Not to mention falling in love with the cat next door, they even tried to fatten themselves up and play as a stand-in.

Song Limian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and he didn't know where the once ignorant kitty got these strange knowledge.

For the remaining 2 minutes, he covered Tong Ming's mouth with his lips. Tong Ming's well-manicured fingernails were pink and tender, and the force when he tightened his clothes was submissive and soft.

Because of closing his eyes, Song Limian did not see the cunning flashing in Tong Ming's eyes——

Ever since she was pregnant, Song Limian has been extremely cautious, not to mention some sports that consume a lot of energy, even wanton kissing is rare.

Tong Ming had no choice but to lose his temper in another way, which made Song Limian helplessly restrain him, and kissed him for a very long time.

Song Limian withdrew his memories and walked to the gate of the community. The bag he was carrying was bumped, and a bag of preserved fruit fell to the ground.

The person who bumped into him kept apologizing, Song Limian shook his head to indicate no need, picked up the preserved fruit with his bow, and wanted to leave with a smile.

He raised his head, only to find that the person who bumped into him was wearing a police uniform, and was stunned the moment he bumped into his face.

Song Limian was inexplicably nervous, his fingers gripping the preserved fruit bag were twisted tightly, he wanted to walk away quickly, but his shoes were nailed to the ground.

"Song... Limian?" The man tentatively asked, "Excuse me, is that your name?"

Song Limian's first reaction was to deny it, but he didn't like lying, so he nodded slightly.

As midsummer was approaching, the thin unlined clothes became moist in an instant, and Song Limian could feel the fine sweat rising from his back, and it was not pleasant to crawl on his skin.

"Xiao Song, it's really you!" The man's eyes lit up, he hurriedly took out something from his bag, and said eagerly while glancing back and forth, "...it's so similar."

"I checked the address left by your parents. I squatted in the unit building all afternoon and didn't see anyone. It would be too abrupt to go upstairs and knock on the door." The policeman smiled, handed over a yellowed letter, and said , "Just now I was wondering if you moved away..."

After hearing the words "your parents", Song Limian became a little dazed.

He hadn't heard these three words for many years, but because he guessed it early, he didn't show any surprise.

He took the letter, and according to the etiquette, he should ask someone to go upstairs, but considering that there was a little monster who was pregnant at home, he just thanked him politely.

"I still have work to do, so I'm leaving first." The policeman looked at the time and said, "The letter was dug out during the general cleaning today. It took so many years to find out. I'm really sorry."

When Song Limian came home, Tong Ming was crouching on the sofa rubbing his eyes with a star pillow in his arms.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he immediately turned his head. After realizing that Song Limian's expression was very calm, he hesitated and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Song Limian took off his coat and stepped forward, rubbed Tong Ming's limp hair, touched his arm and asked, "Is it cold if you wear so little?"

"It's been a few months now." Tong Ming's jacket was short, and part of his round belly was exposed.

Song Limian bought him a lot of loose maternity clothes, but Tong Ming didn't want to wear them because he thought they were ugly.

Fortunately, he still knew how to wrap a small blanket over his lower abdomen, otherwise the first thing Song Limian would do when he entered the door would be to write something down in a small notebook.

"What is this?" While Song Limian was concentrating on judging whether it would be cold to wear like this, Tong Ming took advantage of his unpreparedness and pulled out the letter from his pocket.

The yellowed letter has obviously been washed over the years. I don't know where it has been stuffed in all these years, and some dust that cannot be wiped off is stuck to the corner.

A piece of post-it note was pasted on the front of the envelope, with Song Limian's name written on it.

"...My parents left it to me." Song Limian changed his position, moved to sit next to Tong Ming, rubbed Tong Ming's shoulder head to draw strength, and said softly, "Let's take it apart and have a look."

This was the first time Tong Ming heard the other party mentioning his parents, so he couldn't help but startled.

Shaking open the letterhead, he originally thought he would encounter a whole article full of sensational words, but in fact, the handwriting on the paper was scribbled and concise.

He already knew about Song Limian's parent's workplace through the red letters printed on the letterhead, so he vaguely guessed something.

The letter begins with—

The detachment organizes activities and asks to write a letter to the family, and the time to send the letter is random.

I discussed it with your mother. It will be more meaningful to send it after ten years when you become an adult.

Hey, having said that, I don't seem to know what to write...

There was a blank line in the middle, with a few drops of ink staining it, and the next three lines became much more delicate——

Mianmian, I really want to see what you look like when you grow up.

But after thinking about it, adults have too many responsibilities, so it's better to grow up slowly.

Or hope that you will continue to be happy as an adult.

These words are very short and simple, like a greeting card written at random, flowing slowly until 20 years later.

Song Limian held the letter paper in silence for a long time, with a calm expression, both relieved and nostalgic.

But Tong Ming was inexplicably sad, so sad that the little thing in his stomach kicked him.

He rubbed his lower abdomen, rubbed his head against the people around him, and whispered, "Don't cry."

Song Limian waited for more than ten seconds, put down the letter paper, and then hugged Tong Ming's head into his arms, and retorted softly: "People who have children, how can they be so fragile."

Tong Ming closed his eyes and gave an "en" sound, but didn't expose him.

Song Limian wrapped Tong Ming carefully in a small blanket, inserted one hand into the hollow of his leg, and put the other hand across the beautiful back, hugging the little monster to the bed.

When both of them sank into the soft bed, Tong Ming hugged Song Limian's arm and raised his neck to ask for a kiss.

Song Limian touched his raised belly through the quilt, and kissed him very tenderly.

After a little taste, Tong Ming insisted that Song Limian tell a story.

"It's time to go to bed." Song Limian tucked in the quilt and said helplessly, "Going to bed late is not good for your health."

"You don't sleep." Tong Ming retorted.

Song Limian originally wanted to coax him, saying that he was going to rest too, but facing Tong Ming's bright eyes that could dispel the night, he couldn't lie.

Tong Ming grabbed his hand and pressed it on his lower abdomen, his hot fingers flexed, he seemed a little worried, but Tong Ming's hand was firm, and Song Limian didn't break free.

"It won't hurt if you touch it." Tong Ming breathed softly, her stomach rising and falling slightly, "Tell me about the past, I'm worried that you won't sleep well."

Song Limian choked for a moment, suspecting that if he didn't do it, the stubborn little cat might also stay up all night -- besides, he really needed an outlet to dispel the bitterness and sourness flowing in his blood.

For the first time, he chose to announce the past events that had been accumulated for many years.

He carefully embraced Tong Ming, bent his legs in a protective gesture, and rested his chin on his black hair, speaking softly.

On the day Song Limian's parents died, they had originally made an appointment to celebrate Song Limian's birthday, but unfortunately they had a temporary task, so they delayed their get off work time and took the time to call Song Limian to apologize.

Song Limian said obediently, "It's okay." After the call was terminated quickly, he muttered again: "Actually, it's still related. I want you to accompany me."

He waited from sunset until late at night, but he still couldn't eat the long-awaited birthday cake.

After 11:30, he opened the curtains, looked down at the dark neighborhood, and played a happy birthday song to himself in frustration.

Thunderstorms fell quickly that night, and he didn't dare to go back to his room, so he huddled in the brightly lit living room, hugging his knees on the sofa, listening to music, humming out of tune while listening, and fell asleep not long after.

The next day he was woken up by the rapid knock on the door.

When he rubbed his eyes and was about to open the door to complain a few words coquettishly, he found the grandfather he hadn't seen for a long time standing outside the door.

Grandpa was not very old at that time, but the red eyes that day seemed to be much older.

He hugged the frightened Song Limian into his arms, and told the bad news while crying.

After his parents were added as martyrs, Song Limian met many people who came to visit. Some of them were crying, some were holding back their tears, and some were sighing, staring at Song Limian with complicated eyes.

They will comfort the unfortunate child, and finally tell him, well, don't worry the parents.

Song Limian remembered that an aunt hugged him, forced a smile and said, "You are so good, you will definitely not let them down."

He didn't know how to be obedient, he only knew that he obediently waited at home all night, missed his long-awaited birthday, and it seemed that he didn't end well.

Still, he nodded obediently.

When he was older, he once rescued a child who fell into the water. After the media learned that he was the child of a martyr, they used a large page to praise the family.

It was winter at that time, and Song Limian had a cold for several days because of it.

When he was lying on the bed and turned to this news report, he suddenly felt that his blood was alive again.

He seems to have grasped the right way, so that the world can remember the couple who unfortunately lost their lives for a longer time.

If only I could try harder to help others.

Song Limian shrank into the quilt, thinking drowsily.