Qingfeng in the courtyard is illiterate, so he reads books randomly.
But if you don’t know words, you may not know lines or pictures, because things outlined by lines and colors often represent something easy to understand: draw with a pen, even if you don’t understand pens This character can also be understood as a pen, and a cat is drawn. Even if you don't know the word cat, you can still understand that it is a cat.
So based on the above reasons, Qingfeng was flipping through the comic book in front of Baiyunshan. Baiyunshan subconsciously felt that he understood it, but he didn't understand. Is this comic book so good? Why is it that he keeps flipping through it until now? He didn't stop, and the sound of clattering made him feel a little upset.
And where does the wind come from in the courtyard that can keep blowing for nearly half a minute without stopping? Could this be an evil wind blowing?
Only then did he realize that since it was already May and the weather was gradually turning from warm to hot, the electric fan behind him was turned on at some point. Therefore, the wind turning the pages of the book was not the illiterate breeze in the courtyard, but the breeze behind him. The electric fan squeaks and turns to produce a cool breeze.
He stretched out his hand and pressed the switch of the electric fan behind him. The cool breeze stopped in an instant, and the clattering comic book also became calm.
But Baiyun Mountain failed to calm down.
He's still annoyed.
It is very close to describe it with a classic Buddhist Zen saying, that is, the wind has not moved, the flag has not moved, but the human heart has moved. But he frowned slightly, and it was obvious that the heartbeat did not exist, so if he changed it, it could be understood that the wind was not chaotic and the book was not chaotic, but that his heart was confused.
The reason for being upset is simply because of a cat.
This cat is not the cat drawn in the previous example, but a real cat. Of course, it has not yet appeared in front of Baiyun Mountain, and only exists in the girl's description, but despite this, it is the same as Baiyun. The image sketched out by the example in Shan's mind is not much different, the same soft and cute, the same mysterious and lazy, the same -
trouble.
Nishino Nanase carefully raised his eyes and looked at Baiyun Mountain, who was frowning and thinking in front of him, and said with a hint of disappointment: "Is it very troublesome?"
Baiyunshan shook his head gently: "Although it's a little troublesome, it's not too troublesome. I'm just curious. If you want to adopt this stray cat, why don't you just take it to the dormitory? There are still so many There are many members to help take care of it, why put it here with me?”
Nishino Nanase smiled sheepishly while holding his arms, and explained: "I also thought about taking them to the dormitory, but there seems to be a rule that pets are not allowed in the dormitory. Although it did not say that there are strict requirements, what will happen if they are discovered? So, but since there is such a rule, it’s better to abide by it as much as possible.”
"I see."
Baiyunshan nodded.
Even so, his brows were not loosened yet.
Nishino Nanase looked at him weakly again and said in a slightly depressed mood: "Is it still troublesome?"
Baiyunshan nodded quietly, but his eyes did not look at her. Instead, he looked at the vague writing carved on the wooden door facing the hanging wind chime, looking at the faint height and name on it, looking at the traces of the past, He said calmly: "In terms of conditions, there is actually no trouble, but due to some personal factors, I don't want to keep another cat."
"Raise again?"
Nishino Nanase was slightly startled: "Has Baiyun-san already raised a cat before?"
"Um."
"what about now?"
"died."
Baiyunshan's face was extremely dull, and his words were also very dull. There was no sadness, no nostalgia, and no importance. It was as if he was talking about what he had for breakfast today, as plain as the breeze blowing in the courtyard.
But although Qingfeng is illiterate, it still has far-reaching significance.
It is said that death is also like a gentle breeze. When breathing stops, the last breath floats out of the nose and mouth, just like the whimpering of a gentle breeze, whether it is a human or a cat, it is the same.
The girl who had raised a pet realized that she had said the wrong thing, and she quickly apologized politely, but when she saw Baiyunshan gently waved her hand, indicating that he didn't care.
Although he does care.
Because no one knows, and no one will believe, the story that happened between a teenager and a cat six years ago.
...
When the boy suddenly woke up from the bed in his bedroom, the cat that had been curled up on him, licking and comforting him, instantly jumped to the window sill with its fur flying, and stared at the familiar yet strange owner in front of him with vigilance. Perhaps humans could not notice it. The boy has been replaced by another person, but it can detect it because it watched the boy commit suicide by taking a large amount of sleeping pills in despair, and also watched him suddenly open his eyes and wake up.
A cat with an owner is not lonely, but an owner with only a cat must be lonely. And when the owner chooses to commit suicide, the only one left alone is the cat.
The cat has tried to please, tried to get angry, tried to bite, tried to scream, and tried every conceivable method, but it can only feel that it gradually loses its pulse, temperature, and breathing, and its last breath is from It floated out of the nose and mouth, like the whine of the breeze.
In the end, the cat can only quietly lick its owner's face, waiting quietly for the day when the corpse rots, or before that, eat him.
No one could have imagined that the dead would come back to life.
But even though he was resurrected, the cat could understand that this boy who was exactly the same as his owner, or in the same body, was not the same person.
So it was alert and nervous. The hair all over its body stood on end like a hedgehog. It showed its sharp teeth and snored in a low voice. It was confused and filled with unspeakable anger. It was hesitating whether it should pounce or not. Or should I turn around and run away, slipping out of the window.
...
The young man who woke up did not pay attention to what happened on the windowsill.
Although there are rumors on the Internet that suicide by taking sleeping pills is less painful, the boy who woke up can give enough evidence to prove that this is wrong, because now he has a splitting headache and it seems like a nail has been driven into the top of his head. His ears were buzzing like thunder, and even his breathing was accompanied by burning pain. His whole body seemed numb and paralyzed, as if his body didn't belong to him, and he couldn't even turn over to relieve the pain.
If even this kind of pain can be called no pain, that's just a joke.
After an unknown amount of time, the pain eased a bit, and the young man was able to move his body slightly, and the memory became clearer in his mind.
It was a memory that did not belong to him, strange yet familiar, like a vigilant cat on the windowsill.
The young man who was tortured by pain stared blankly at the white ceiling. There was pain and confusion in his eyes, but also a trace of novelty and unexpected joy, because a voice rang in his mind.
But soon, the voice fell silent, and the dormant time indicated by the news made him even more angry and disappointed. Combined with the pain in his body, these emotions converged into despair along with the remaining emotions in the young man's body.
Because he has no parents, no relatives, or even friends. Haunted by the pain of dying, he can hardly find a reason to continue living in this world.
He only has one cat.
In desperation, he turned his head and looked at the window sill, the only source of light in the room, like a paralyzed patient on the hospital bed.
There is a cat standing on the windowsill.
The cat stared at him.
The vertical pupils were as sharp as an eagle, the gray-white hair was popping up from root to root, and the low snoring was like the horn of a tiger charging for prey.
The young man suddenly laughed at himself, but this smile brought with it the pain in his body. The stinging pain in his breath made him frown, but after holding his breath for too long, he couldn't help but open his mouth and start. Panting, the stinging pain recurred under the panting, repeating the pain.
The cat on the window sill stared indifferently at the boy's painful struggle, still hunched over, as if it would jump out at any moment and bite the throat of its prey like a tiger, which is also a feline.
Until he gradually adapted to the pain, he no longer laughed, but raised the corners of his mouth to smile silently, with a tone of ridicule and loneliness, or deep numbness.
He said: "Are you even afraid of me?"
