Strange Life of a Cat - Chapter 185

[Chapter 174 Helpless, the flowers go away, and the return of Yan seems familiar]

When he came to the village, Zheng Tan had to lead the way, otherwise Er Mao would not know where to find someone.

Roads are being built around here, and a flat corridor is being built in front of each house. Zheng Tan and the others came at a bad time. Just in time for the construction to start, some stones on the surface have been lifted, so there is a lot of mud. .

In some places where there is water, you can only step on the stones that were specially placed there.

“Hey, Black Coal, when you get there, call, don’t let me pass by.” Er Mao said.

After walking through the muddy road, the road was a little better, at least there was a path paved with stones and bricks, this time Zheng Tan really had to come out of his backpack to lead the way.

After walking a few steps, the claws were all sticking to the mud, and there was no way to do it. It was like this without shoes. Zheng Tan couldn’t get rain boots like Er Mao.

It just rained, and this time was not the peak time to go out, so few people passed by.

Originally, Zheng Tan was worried that the people in the village who had seen him during the Chinese New Year would recognize him, but those villagers just glanced here and didn’t pay any more attention.

Perhaps, to those villagers, there is nothing special about such a cat, and it is not a rare cat breed. There are earth cats everywhere, and a sturdy black cat is nothing unusual.

Sometimes you can’t take yourself too seriously. This is Zheng Tan’s realization.

When passing by Jiao’s old house, Zheng Tan saw that the door of the house was closed. It was estimated that the old man and the old lady had gone to the town and would probably return after the surrounding roads were repaired.

This made Zheng Tan even more relieved.

After the rain, the smell of earth filled the nose, in Papa Jiao’s words.

That’s the smell of actinomycetes.

Perhaps due to Er Mao’s influence, Zheng Tan was a little nervous when he approached the old woman’s small tile-roofed house.

Although he knew that the person Er Mao was looking for was the old woman, the old woman always gave Zheng Tan a very strange feeling, not as easy to fool as the old lady of the Jiao family.

“Is it right here?”

Er Mao looked at the small rural courtyard, pushed open the fence gate and walked in.

There was no noise around, so Zheng Tan and Er Mao could hear the sound of the opera coming from the small tiled house.

Taking a deep breath, Er Mao stood in front of the rustic wooden door, ready to knock.

The door opened from the inside.

A girl of fifteen or sixteen was carrying a basket.

After seeing Er Mao standing in front of the door, he was startled.

Er Mao’s first thought was: Hey, there really is Sister Lin!

The girl looks good,

although a little dark.

Dressed as well as the kids in town.

But just in terms of looks.

It’s really okay.

Zheng Tan looked at the girl, a little familiar, he should have seen it during the Chinese New Year.

But it’s definitely not from this house, the old woman lives alone.

In this place, it is not uncommon for girls at this age to stop going to school after finishing junior high school.

Before Er Mao could ask questions, the little girl called into the room, “Grandma, someone is looking for it!” After that, she took the basket and left. She just came to deliver things. I thought that the person in front of me had the same purpose, so I ignored it.

From this situation, you will know that it is someone from another family, otherwise, if you see a guest, you will not run away directly.

Er Mao sighed in his heart, it was different from what he imagined, and he was still “grandmother”.

When “Sister Lin” was disillusioned, Ermao lost much enthusiasm.

The tile house is not big, the living room is clear at a glance, there is only one bedroom, and it is obvious that the owner’s house is in the bedroom.

Zheng Tan hesitated for a moment, but he lifted his foot and followed Er Mao in.

The lights were not turned on in the room, and the small windows at the back were also closed. The light transmission was not very good. The singing of the opera came from the radio, which dispelled a lot of depression caused by the darkness.

The radio is a little old, and along with the singing of the opera, there are also some sizzling sounds, revealing a sense of old age.

It was still the wooden reclining chair, still the same person lying on the reclining chair, covered with a thin blanket, looking like she was sleeping or closing her eyes, but because she was carrying the window behind her back, Er Mao could not see the person on the reclining chair. What is the expression.

The three-legged cat glanced at Er Mao, and then focused on Zheng Tan. It clearly recognized Zheng Tan, but didn’t intend to move, changed his position, and continued to sleep on the old woman’s lap.

Zheng Tan moved uncomfortably, and the atmosphere was a little weird.

Neither of the two said a word, only the sound of the sizzling on the radio and the opera that could not be heard.

Ermao is still thinking about what to say in the first sentence. Nonsense is the first sentence of interpersonal relationships, but this time, the situation is different. If it was normal, Ermao would casually bring up some topics, but this time he came to find “Sister Lin”, if you can’t find “Sister Lin”, even if you can find someone of the same generation or junior, it’s not for your ancestors. There are multiple elders who control them. Ermao has already had a headache for those elders in the family. He is full of “what you should do and shouldn’t do” or exaggerates other people’s children, and, under the background of Wang Bin, Ermao has become “a gangster” and “not a great person” in the mouth of the elders. .

If it was someone else, I would have decided to go to the main topic at this time to recognize my relatives. After walking so far, I was driving, and I was crowding passenger cars.

But no hair.

Er Mao is not a good person. When he was floating outside, he had seen a lot of people of the Three Teachings and Nine Classes, and his thoughts were very different from those of the rest of the family.

Before he came, he decided to look at the person first and then choose whether to deny the relationship. To say something unkind, in Er Mao’s mind, following this pendant to find someone was just an excuse to divert his worries and find something to do to change his mood.

Zheng Tan watched Er Mao and the old woman on the reclining chair from the side.

Neither of these two guys are simple-minded people, especially this old woman. Zheng Tan couldn’t believe it if she couldn’t hear the voice of the little girl before and couldn’t hear Er Mao’s footsteps because of her poor ears.

Er Mao’s final choice of coping is to remain unchanged and respond to all changes. Anyway, whether to admit it or not, the choice is in his own hands, so don’t be in a hurry.

Without “Sister Lin”, things would be boring and simple, what’s so beautiful about an old woman!

Er Mao dragged a chair over from the corner and sat on it, with Erlang’s legs crossed, looking around with a bored look.

After the opera was sung on the radio, Zheng Tan yawned.

On the table is a tube of cakes wrapped in paper.

During the New Year period, Zheng Tan had seen such local specialties.

Jumping on the table and sniffing the cake, Zheng Tan didn’t feel any strange smell. Zheng Tan raised his paws and pulled open the wrapping paper.

Let the two continue to confront each other, and Lao Tzu will fill his stomach first.

Half an hour later, the old woman lying on the reclining chair moved.

Er Mao was overjoyed, hehe, old woman, you can’t bear it more than the young master, can you?

!

The sleepy Zheng Tan also looked over there.

The old woman sighed softly.

Then propped up on the recliner.

Slowly and seemingly very difficult to sit up, put his hand into his pocket and dig and dig, and took out a porcelain bottle.

As I get older, my hands are not stable.

My hands trembled a little when I took things.

It took several attempts to pull the cork out.

Zheng Tan’s heart trembled when he saw it.

I was afraid that the old woman would throw the porcelain bottle out of her hand.

Moreover, Zheng Tan, a bystander, was anxious for her to see her pulling out the cork. If she had another impatient morning to help her.

Ermao is more tolerant.

Without going up to help, this guy should also know that the old man in front of him is not a simple person, so he is still in a wait-and-see state.

Seeing that the old man in front of him was struggling with every move, his hands were shaking, Er Mao frowned, but he still didn’t move or make a sound.

The old woman rubbed her eyes, and then carefully poured out small balls one by one in her palm, which looked like some kind of pills, such as Suxiao Jiuxin Pills or Compound Danshen Dropping Pills, etc. Zheng Tan saw a lot People have eaten it, and it looks similar to this.

As I get older, there are many problems. At the time of the Chinese New Year, Zheng Tan still saw that she could pull the erhu smoothly.

However, it is very dangerous for the old man to suffer from a slight illness, and it is understandable that his mental state changes so much. In addition to the current situation and the surrounding environment, he always feels desolate and desolate.

The shaking hands made everything a little more difficult. Zheng Tan watched her pour about ten small balls and eat them. He half got up and took a sip from the glass of water on the wooden bench beside him. Then he heard a long cry. long sigh.

There is a drama playing on the radio, and the singing is easier to understand than the previous ones.

“I can’t help it, the flowers are gone, I’ve seen Yan returning…” There

is a deep sense of helplessness and sigh in the murmured lyrics, the unstoppable passage of time and the endless ups and downs.

This situation, this situation, and the possible blood relationship, if this person is more emotional, his eyes will be sore and weep.

Rao Shi Er Mao also felt that he had gone too far.

Isn’t it because I haven’t seen “Sister Lin”, what are you thinking about with an old man?

Boom!

Gulugulugulu——

The old woman shook her hand when she was putting the porcelain bottle cap back in her pocket, and the porcelain bottle fell to the ground. Fortunately, it was a bumpy earthy ground, not a concrete floor. The bottle body was probably strong enough. break.

Zheng Tan tugged at his ears and looked at Er Mao.

Ermao pouted, but got up and walked over to pick up the porcelain bottle that had rolled under the table, wiped the dust on the bottle, but didn’t see any text on it, so after thinking about it, he pulled out the cork and took a sniff.

Then ,

Ermao’s face was weird, even a little twisted, and he almost gritted his teeth and asked, “Old lady, what kind of elixir is in your bottle?”

“Huahuadan.”

Zheng Tan: “…”

If you guessed correctly, this so-called Huahuadan is that kind of casual snack!

People in the 1980s are a little familiar with this kind of snack, which is also called “Chen Pidan”, “rat feces”, etc. It is rarely seen in Chuhua City.

Zheng Tan’s mood at the moment, the alpaca can’t make him calm down the urge to lift the table.

Paralyzed, a small broken snack is packed in such a high-end porcelain bottle!

Even eating a snack makes you look so desolate and desolate!

Er Mao was depressed and handed the bottle to the old woman.

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Eat… Eat a fart!

Zheng Tan tugged at his ears again, meeting this kind of old lady is not something that can be described as “helpless”.

As if she didn’t see Er Mao’s face, the old woman continued: “There’s no taste in your mouth. At this age, you can earn an extra day to live. It’s better to take medicine than to eat snacks.” She suddenly thought of something, and she raised her finger and pointed. , with a very generous look, “Oh, there is a carton of pure milk under the bed. If you are thirsty, you can drink it yourself. It’s a good brand. It’s often advertised on TV. It’s not the parallel imports. I drink it every day.”

Zheng Tan and Er Mao: “…”

No amount of idioms can describe the complicated mood of Zheng Tan and Er Mao at the moment.

(To be continued..)

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