Chapter 394: Twisted cat, it's not sweet 29

When the little girl is in human form, she is afraid of the cold.
When winter comes, he will wrap himself up into a ball, walking like a penguin dangling.
It's cute and cute.
After becoming a cat, even with hair on her body, she is still very afraid of the cold.
But the cat litter is warm and soft when sleeping, and there is shelter around it.
The little milk cat sighed sadly.
The little head poked out, looked around, jumped down and wandered around the house, trying to find a place to sleep tonight.
Su Chen's house is a two-bedroom, two-living room. There is also a small study near the entrance, which is now full of debris.
Su Chen slept on his side.
The master bedroom is deserted and unpopular, as if no one has lived in it all year round.
But it was very clean.
There is no dust on the desk and wardrobe.
Obviously someone cleaned it regularly.
There is a huge picture frame hanging by the bed. The man in the photo is in a suit and the woman in a wedding dress. The smiles on their faces are full of happiness.
Su Tang was a little surprised.
This should be the wedding photo of Su Chen's parents.
She tilted her head.
"Sugar."
At first, Su Chen thought that the little milk cat was too boring, so he threw it out for a while.
There is no plan to catch her back.
Instead, continue to do homework quietly.
But after a while, he heard the sound of the door opening from the opposite bedroom.
The boy pressed his thin pale lips, as if he was thinking of something, his slender fingers pressed the fountain pen hard, the joints turned white because of too much force, and a trance passed across the beautiful phoenix eyes.
He didn't expect that the little milk cat would enter his parents' bedroom.
Since the accident, he has been afraid of seeing blood, afraid of seeing things related to his parents.
As soon as he saw it, the images of that day would repeat in his mind.
The overwhelming blood red soaked his world.
He can't see the light.
No hope can be seen.
It was gray.
He can only see the weak and powerless self through his blood.
He put the photos of his parents in the bedroom and regularly invited people to clean them.
He never stepped into that bedroom again.
The young man stood at the door of the room, calling Su Tang's name slightly stiffly, his face was as pale as ice and snow, and a bit whiter than usual, his eyes fell straight on the ground, and his ink pupils were distracted.
The vivid faces of Mom and Dad, the brisk and sweet conversations, and the bloody, pale and godless faces under the wheel that day were intertwined in the mind of the teenager.
He clenched his fists tightly and watched the two vivid faces in the illusion gradually become bloody.
"..."
Until a soft cat cry evoked his consciousness.
Su Chen lowered his head and saw the little milk cat hugging his ankle, rubbing his fluffy little head against his trouser legs, and the milk meowed milkily.
The blue cat eyes are shiny and beautiful, pure and without a trace of impurities, watching him quietly.
"Meow, meow~"
The little milk cat stretched out its claws and patted the boy's slippers with the big guy.
Tilting his little head, like a silent comfort.
Your mom and dad are gone, and my duck.
I will always be with you.
ps: Someone asked what it is to a cat. Explain that sucking a cat is an internet term that refers to the favorite actions of the pet cat owner towards the cat, including hugging and even sniffing the cat. From Du Niang.
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