19.
Every day in the future, Lin Wen will receive two postcards.
Even when Mr. Zhuang is not busy, he will receive postcards.
Mr. Zhuang, who is not busy, is actually much busier than ordinary people, but he will take time to bring some small gifts back to Lin Wen, or knock on the door of his house and ask if he can have dinner.
At first, Lin Wen was a little confused, but after a while, it became a habit again.
Seeing Mr. Zhuang is a habit, greeting Mr. Zhuang is a habit, talking and smiling in front of Mr. Zhuang is also a habit.
Lin Wen grew up so big, and it was the first time that he received such kindness. Even when he was rushing to type, his mood became very happy, and the quality improved again.
The more and more postcards I received, the pile of small thoughts became thicker and thicker.
A few days before the Chinese New Year, Lin Wen finally saw Mr. Zhuang who had finished his work.
He came to say goodbye: "My parents urged me to go home for the Chinese New Year, and I have to leave later. Mr. Lin, won't you go back?"
Lin Wen was lost for a while - not only could he not see Mr. Zhuang, he could not even receive postcards.
He shook his head, noticed that there was a kitten in a scarf in Mr. Zhuang's arms, and glanced curiously.
It was a small orange cat, it looked like it was only a few months old, the hair was not strong, and it was thin and scrawny.
Only then did Zhuang Nan say: "The stray cats in the community gave birth to cubs, the others froze to death, only this one survived. When I came back, the cleaners were about to sweep all the kittens into the trash and throw them away. It was only alive, so I brought it back, checked it in the pet shop downstairs, and it's clean now."
Every time he said a word, Lin Wen's eyes became brighter, and he vaguely understood what he meant. He looked up at him, his eyes were so clear that he could see to the end at a glance.
Zhuang Nan curled his lips and handed the kitten to him: "Mr. Lin has even adopted this kitten, can you adopt this kitten again? After the New Year, I will take it back and I won't bother you for too long. After a pause, he explained again, "The cat is too small, it's not good for it to take it to the streets, cars and planes."
Lin Wen's eyes were soft, and he carefully took the kitten and held it in his arms, as if he was dealing with some fragile china. He breathed lightly, and whispered, "Mr.
Zhuang Nan smiled without saying a word, handed him the goat milk and cat food prepared in advance, and handed him a key.
Lin Wen took it, full of doubts.
"The cat litter and the cat litter are at home, I have to trouble you to get them." He glanced at the time, "I have to go."
Lin Wen was stunned. He didn't expect that Mr. Zhuang would dare to give the house key to a half-baked neighbor. Before he could refuse, Mr. Zhuang had already strode away: "Mr. Lin, I wish you a Happy New Year in advance."
20.
It's not that Lin Wen never thought of raising a cat or a dog before, but every time an idea arises, he goes through the precautions with great fanfare, and worries that he won't be able to raise them well, and in the end it doesn't matter.
This time, the responsibility fell from the sky. He treated the little orange cat as if he was worshipping his ancestors. After raising it for a few days, the kitten, who was polite and well-behaved at the beginning, was raised with the temper of an uncle, and he dared to climb on the pole and bully him.
Small animals are different from people. He doesn't find it annoying, and he doesn't feel nervous or afraid.
Mr. Zhuang is worried about cats and asks about the situation every day.
At the beginning of two phone calls, after finding that Lin Wen refused to answer the phone, he changed his method and communicated through WeChat.
Lin Wen's heart became softer.
Mr. Zhuang is a very kind, gentle and considerate person.
He couldn't help but wonder, when will Mr. Zhuang save money, solve troubles, and leave that "company"
People like him shouldn't be greeted with a smile.
Thinking like this in his heart, the soul of Zhang Li in his pen gradually turned in the direction.
Lin Wen tried to revise it back to the original trajectory, but found that it was wrong no matter what, so he just let it go.
On New Year's Eve, he still spent it alone, prepared one more meat and one vegetarian meal than usual, and let the little orange cat eat two more bites. After eating, he sat on the sofa with the cat in his arms, turned on the TV to watch the Spring Festival Gala, and it was near zero. At that time, Mr. Zhuang called.
Looking at the three words "Mr. Zhuang" beating on the screen of the mobile phone, his fear of making a phone call was mostly eliminated, and he answered the phone. Hearing the noise on the other end, Zhuang Nan found a quiet place and his voice was laughing: " Happy New Year, Mr. Lin."
Lin Wen responded softly.
The other end of the phone was quiet, and it seemed that Mr. Zhuang's breathing could be heard.
Lin Wen didn't know what to say, paused for a moment, rubbed the many small orange cats that had grown up in his arms, his voice was soft: "The kitten is very obedient today, I weighed it, and it actually weighed half a catty..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mr. Zhuang with a smile: "Let's not talk about cats now, okay?"
"Um?"
Zhuang Nan wanted to say "let's talk about you", but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back: "what did you eat tonight?"
Lin Wen answered one by one.
Zhuang Nan understood his temper, and when he finished speaking, he asked other questions, one question, and one Lin Wen answer.
He could imagine Lin Wen wearing soft and clean pajamas, leaning against the pile of pillows on the sofa, holding in his arms the little orange cat that had learned to show off his might, sitting well, his exposed neck, wrists and ankles were fair-skinned under the soft light. It looks like a lotus root that has been washed with water, exuding a quiet and light aroma.
The more I thought about it, the more my heart became soft and hot, and even my breathing was trembling.
Mr. Zhuang sighed, looked at the night, and after a long time said, "I will be back soon."
Lin Wen was quiet for a moment and replied, "Okay."
twenty one.
Lin Wen guessed that Mr. Zhuang was worried about the kitten and should be back soon.
But he was still stunned when he heard a knock on the door early in the morning on the second day of the new year, and when he came out to see someone.
This is... Simao eager
Mr. Zhuang, who was eager for cats, was in the dust, the cold wind outside was also wrapped in his coat, and his hair was stained with frost. When he saw Lin Wen behind the door, he couldn't help opening his hands and leaned over to hug him. .
Lin Wen froze and was at a loss: "Zhuang, Mr. Zhuang?"
Hearing the change in his voice, Zhuang Nan took a deep breath, restrained and let him go, and smiled apologetically: "A hug for your new year... the tradition from my family's side."
Lin Wen was skeptical, and after thinking about it carefully, he found that there was no discomfort except for a moment of discomfort and tension, so he put down his guard and welcomed Zhuang Nan into the door: "The kitten is inside."
Zhuang Nan looked at him and nodded with a smile.
Lin Wen's ears were hot from this look. He walked into the living room with Zhuang Nan. The little orange cat, a size larger than before, was fighting with the sofa. His eyes clearly did not take the good-tempered Lin Wen in his eyes.
But when he swept to Mr. Zhuang next to him, he immediately recognized it, carefully put away his claws, and meowed with interest.
Lin Wen didn't care about the sofa, picked it up and handed it to Zhuang Nan.
The little orange cat shivered, trying to struggle but not daring, like a lamb sacrificed to carnivores.
Zhuang Nan glanced at the damaged sofa and said lightly: "When the cat makes mistakes, it must be taught a lesson. If you spoil it too much, it will spoil it."
Lin Wen was ashamed and bowed his head embarrassedly: "I, I didn't think about it that much, it's also a child without relatives, I just thought, be nice to it."
Zhuang Nan's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't ask, and stroked the shivering kitten. Lin Wen thought he was going to take the kitten back, and handed him the key, full of loss and reluctance: "I'll go, pack up, and send back its toys and things."
Zhuang Nan took his hand and held him.
"Mr. Lin." Zhuang Nan said slowly, "Would you mind raising this little guy who eats rice for me for a while longer?"