Shan He Biao Li

Chu Huan's family is not like a family.

His apartment is not small, but the layout is strange, there is no living room or balcony, a total of one bedroom and one bathroom, and an open kitchen.

The "kitchen" is a place for storing refrigerators and drying clothes, and has no cooking function.

One corner of the room is a single bed, the foot of the bed is nailed to the ground, one side is against the wall, the bed sheet is covered with pillow towels, and the water is pale. According to the size, it is about sleeping.

On the other corner, there is a row of small sofas placed against the wall. The sofas are sitting on the ground one by one, all of them are sitting stiffly, equipped with a strangely described back of the sofa. At night, the black lights blindly glance at first glance, they are like a group The zombie is being punished by the old Taoist squat in the corner.

From the furnishings, it can be seen that the owner must be a freak.

In the corner diagonally from the single bed, there is a cat climbing frame, there are cat rice bowls, cat litter pots, etc., there are some fresh hairs faintly visible on it, obviously belonging to pets.

The space for the activities of humans and cats is very divided. It is like an invisible Chuhe Han realm in the middle. People and cats have their own ways. No one will hinder anyone.

The name of Chu Huan ’s cat is Da Mi. The name “Da Mi” was given by his adoptive father Chu Aiguo.

Before Chu Patriotic gave his name, Chu Huan always called it a cat.

In this regard, his childlike adoptive father questioned: "You don't name it, what do you call it when you chat with it? How inconvenient."

This sharp question is often speechless.

Chu Huan had no choice but to reply: "The two of us don't usually chat."

Chu Aiguo was very worried when he heard: "You keep a cat and don't chat with it, are you perverted?"

Chu Huan: "..."

He is a big man, sitting at home and chatting with cats every day, is it normal?

Regardless of who is more perverted, anyway, "Dami" became the new name of the cat. As for its former name, no one knows.

Da Mi was not originally raised by Chu Huan. Three years ago, his former owner was killed due to his official duties. Unfortunately, he had a pigtail, and he had no wives and no sons. He only left such a sloppy living creature and was embraced by Chu Huan as an orphan. come back.

In terms of body shape, when he took it back, Da Mi was not young. He had quite a few thoughts that had experienced the world, and he would look at people's faces. Through observation and observation, he understood that his new clothes, food, and parents did not like it. It is lively and silent all day and night, and the range of activities is limited to the side with the cat climbing frame, and rarely comes to the human site.

At about two o'clock in the morning, Chu Huan, the owner of the house, was sleeping in bed-he was a bachelor, regardless of his temperament, and in terms of appearance, he was still impeccable.

In the darkness, Da Mi suddenly got out of the crack in the sofa and trot to the side of the bed in a catwalk.

Its meat pad is very light on the ground, like feathers falling on the snow, and the footsteps are silent, but when it comes close, the man on the bed immediately opens his eyes, as if his face is hanging on the side. Ears, but radar.

Mimi jumped forward and jumped on Chu Huan's bedside, using her paws to set the man's glasses on the bedside aside, and fell down. One person and one cat stared at each other for a long time in the dark. The big microphone slowly lowered his head, smelled the man ’s finger, and licked it gently. Finally, it cried softly and softly, as if it were a twist and a turn. sigh.

After meowing, Mimi stood up, climbed up to the head of the bed, and jumped on the top of the big wardrobe again.

Chu Huan lay quietly without moving. He felt that the cat was dying.

Chu Huan does not know what animals do before they die. It is true that he has seen many dead people. In fact, humans are also a kind of animals. When death is about to come, the eyes of humans and cats will have a subtle common ground.

He and Da Mi spent three years together peacefully, and a few days ago, Da Mi suddenly began to hunger for some reason. Chu Huan exchanged several cat foods for it, but failed to improve his appetite, so he took it. A trip to the hospital.

The diagnosis of the veterinarian was that there was no disaster and no illness, only the life was reached.

It is too old.

Chu Huan rolled over slowly, facing the ceiling to the sky. Under the glimmer of the electrical appliances in the room, he took off his glasses and his face looked pale and thin, as if not healthy.

It took a while for a while. Suddenly, his loose eyes condensed, punctured the darkness, and shot straight toward the gate.

The next second, the doorbell rang.

Ken came here in the middle of the night, probably only uninvited guests.

Chu Huan climbed up with no sleep, no surprise on his face, the pajamas on his body were as smooth as when he lay down, and he stayed in the past for half a night, and he didn't know if he was asleep or not for so long. sleep.

He snapped his glasses on and opened the door without even asking. It seemed that he knew the identity of the person who came-if it wasn't for that cold expression, he looked like he was greeted by a lover.

The visitor's brim at the door was pressed very low, revealing only a sharply shaped stubble chin, one-armed.

Of course, it doesn't matter if he has a few arms. What matters is that the man is holding a gun in one hand, and the muzzle is pointed at Chu Huan black hole.

Chu Huan didn't move, was he shocked?

The one-armed guest pulled the trigger and the pistol made a sharp and short airflow ...