Strange Life of a Cat

Zheng Tan squatted on a tree, this was a suitable place he finally found.

There are several houses two hundred meters away, and the lights of two houses are still on, and human voices can be heard occasionally. Most of the fields around here are fields, but Zheng Tan can see that there are not many crops in the fields by virtue of the not too bright starlight. The neighborhood should be demolished soon.

Changing to a comfortable position, Zheng Tan rested with his eyes closed and his ears pricked up. He didn't dare to be too careless outside.

The last bit of light went out, and there were some cats meowing in the distance, and sometimes a dog barking or two sounded from the residents' side.

The temperature in the suburbs was a little lower than Chuhua's. The wind made Zheng Tan feel a little cold, and the hazy drowsiness was also weakened by the gusts of wind.

Just when Zheng Tan was thinking about finding something to do, he heard a little noise. It's the sound of footsteps, very light, but it's still recognizable to a cat.

Zheng Tan looked in the direction of the footsteps from among the leaves. A man in a loose sweater, with one hand in his pocket, seemed to have something in it, and walked over with a small shovel in the other hand.

The man put on the hat, Zheng Tan couldn't see the person's face, nor could he tell whether it was a man or a woman, but at this time, those who dare to come out alone are usually men, right? Look at this posture... Could it be that they want to kill people and bury their bodies?

Zheng Tan's curiosity arose all of a sudden, but he didn't dare to rush after him, even if it was a cat, he couldn't tell if it would be silenced.

The direction the man was walking towards was some dilapidated tile-roofed houses. There should have been no one living there for a while, and there were weeds everywhere.

Seeing the man stop in front of a half-collapsed small tile house, Zheng Tan planned to squat here and watch the play. After all, it's not too far apart.

The man squatted down in a corner, with his back to Zheng Tan, not knowing what he was doing. Zheng Tan didn't hear the sound of bricks being knocked, but there was a slight sound of glassware colliding.

It wasn't until the sky began to light up that the man left from the broken tile house. Zheng Tan jumped down to look at it once, but he didn't dare to get too close, because he smelled an unpleasant smell, like pesticides.

Zheng Tan was curious, but he cherished his life even more, even if it was a cat's life, it was his own life.

Before the residents got up, Zheng Tan turned into the yard of a family, found a faucet and washed the footboards, so as not to stick to the pesticide-laden soil of the dilapidated house. The water was too cold, and there was no paper towel to wipe. Zheng Tan didn't want to lick it by himself. He looked around and looked at the clothes hanging out of the house. Then he wiped his paws on a long skirt made of the best material, and kicked his feet on it, leaving a series of gray marks. After wiping his feet, Zheng Tan grabbed a persimmon from the persimmon tree in that family's yard, washed it, and took it away.

A few dogs barking came from the next door, probably the dog over there heard Zheng Tan's movement, the voice was a little immature, it should be an immature puppy.

When Zheng Tan returned to the tree, the sky was much brighter.

Not long after, voices came from the resident, still shouting and cursing, the reason was Zheng Tan's skirt which he used to wipe his feet.

As the sun rises, the temperature gradually rises.

Feeling the warmth from the sun on his body, Zheng Tan yawned, stretched, tore open the bag of thumb biscuits, and started to eat breakfast. If it was too dry, he would gnaw on persimmons.

A little brown-gray dog ​​ran out of the house to have fun in the field. This should be the slightly immature guy that I heard before.

A few hens were pecking in the unmanaged field, and the little dog ran over and drove the hens away, clucking and screaming. One of the fat hens squatted down when the little dog rushed over. After the little dog rushed over, it paused for a while at the fat hen.

Every time the fat hen sees the little dog chasing it, it just squats down and does not move, avoiding being chased away every time.

Sure enough, the fat man also has great wisdom.

Tired of chasing chickens, the little dog jogged along the road beside the field with its tongue out. Suddenly its ears moved, stopped and looked around for a while, looked towards Zheng Tan, and then ran over here.

Zheng Tan bit the thumb biscuit until it clicked, looked at the little dirt dog circling around the tree, barking and yelling, and threw down a piece of thumb biscuit that was only as long as a fingernail.

After eating, the little dog looked at Zheng Tan who was biting a biscuit on the tree again, and his little tail wagged happily.

Every time Zheng Tan eats a thumb biscuit until there is only the last piece left, and then throws it down, and then watches the little dirt dog wagging its tail to find it in the grass, or standing up halfway to catch the biscuit in the air.

Zheng Tan had a great time, and before he knew it, the bag of thumb biscuits was almost empty. Just when I was about to sigh with emotion, I suddenly heard the sound of a lighter next to me.

Zheng Tan was surprised, when did someone come nearby? !

Following the sound of lighting, Zheng Tan saw a man dressed like a migrant worker, but even if he changed his clothes, Zheng Tan would still recognize this person.

It's the man looking for the guinea pig!

The little dog just noticed a stranger coming nearby, and barked at that person.

Zheng Tan pouted. You are a foodie, now you are called a fart!

But the little dog didn't last long. Under the gaze of the man, the little dog ran away with its tail between its legs.

Zheng Tan didn't dare to run, he wasn't sure he could escape successfully.

Respond to all changes with the same, see what this person is going to do, or, pretend not to know him? After all, there are plenty of black cats in the world. Zheng Tan thought in his heart.

The man blew out a smoke ring, looked at Zheng and sighed, "I would recognize you even if you didn't wear a cat tag. It's really bad, you actually teased a puppy."

It's really not easy to fool the paralyzed!

Zheng Tan tugged at his ears and stretched his muscles. Although the aura around this person is relatively peaceful now, Zheng Tan's first impression of him was too bad, so he had to be on guard.

The man was smoking a cigarette, talking nonsense casually, and then suddenly asked, "You were here last night? Did you see any strange people?"

weirdo? Could it be the one in the hoodie?

"You have seen it!"

Wei Leng saw the answer from the subtle eyes and expression changes of the cat in front of him. Originally, he was just asking tentatively, but he didn't expect to get any useful information from this cat. He didn't expect to see this cat!

"Okay, I won't ask any more questions, I just want to know what that guy did? Or, what did he hide?" Wei Leng spread his hands with a cigarette holder in his mouth, expressing that he really did not have any malicious intentions.

Zheng Tan thought for a while, raised his chin and clicked on the side of the broken tile house.

"Thank you!"

When Zheng Tan decided to run away, Wei Leng, who was walking towards the dilapidated house, said, "Don't go yet, I still have something to ask you, and I will catch you back if you slip away, do you believe it or not?"

Zheng Tan felt a flash of silver light, and there was a thin piece of metal stuck in the road in front of him.

Zheng Tan stared at the trembling metal piece in front of his claws, shook his beard, squatted down on the spot, raised his claws and flicked the metal piece, his heart was filled with amazement, he turned his head to look at the person in the dilapidated house, and thought again, how could the thing that the man in the sweater took so long to hide could be easily found?

Five minutes later, Wei Ling held a brown glass jar in one gloved hand and a phone in the other.

"Hey, there's good news for you... I said, there's good news... Did you hear that? Hey... Hey... I said your side is... grass!"

As soon as he hung up the phone, the phone rang.

"Hey... I said, there are some clues here... Hey..."

After ten minutes of describing a place and a brief description of things, and repeating it over and over again, Zheng Tan felt tired listening to it.

Zheng Tan made a rough estimate. In ten minutes, that person would say three words most of the time - "Hey, Hey", and then "Grass".

Wei Ling finally finished the matter, and threw the phone into his pocket as if relieved, "Fuck, break PHS!"

Looking at Zheng Tan who was still squatting in place, Wei Leng nodded, "Come with me, don't try to run away, or I'll go to Chuhua University to block you, do you actually live there? I don't believe you haven't gone back."

Zheng Tan: "..." Going out this time is so fucking bad!

"You wait first, I'll go drive." After speaking, Wei Leng took the jar and ran away.

Zheng Tan waited at the spot for two or three minutes, then saw the man riding a whitewashed women's bicycle bumping along the rough gravel road.

This damn is the car "driven" by his old man? !