The next morning, Gu Jianian woke up in a room full of sunlight.
She sat up with the quilt in her arms, listened to the chirping of birds outside the window for a while, and felt in a very good mood.
I changed out of my pajamas, made the bed, folded the quilt, and hung the mosquito net on the metal hooks on both sides of the wooden bed.
There is usually no time to do these things.
Gu Jianian smoothed out the wrinkles on the pillow. It felt like he had only been there for three short days, and the past events seemed like something from his previous lifetime.
She seemed to have traveled to a parallel world - in another world, she was being woken up by the alarm clock, washing and combing her hair like a robot, and running to squeeze into the bus with the breakfast bought by her mother. Occasionally, when the bus was late, she had to stand at the classroom door as punishment.
The phone on the table vibrated, and several new messages appeared on the lit screen.
Her heart tightened, and she took a slow, deep breath and clicked it.
Not parents, not teachers.
It was just that a classmate in the class group posted a photo of him traveling with his girlfriend, which caused a commotion.
Gu Jianian put down his phone with peace of mind, opened the window, and took a breath of the fresh mountain air.
There was a river outside the window, and on the other side of the river were mountains surrounded by bamboos. The bamboos swayed in the wind, as if greeting her.
She waved back and whispered a soft "Good morning".
Yunmo is a mountain village, belonging to the hilly area of Nan Province, surrounded by mountains on all sides. Due to the terrain, it was probably an isolated village in ancient times. Fortunately, thanks to the new rural construction in recent years, several mountain roads have been connected.
Gu Jianian looked out the window at the yard downstairs.
Grandma had gotten up and was sitting on a bamboo chair sewing clothes. She was wearing reading glasses, with the legs of the glasses hanging behind her with red thread.
There was a stove next to him, with a brown clay pot on it, bubbling with steam.
There was an orange cat lying on her legs, yawning very lazily with its mouth open.
cat
Gu Jianian ran down the stairs in two steps.
Although my grandmother is old, she has good hearing. When she heard her footsteps, she turned around, put down her needlework with a smile, and pointed to the clay pot beside her: "I'm cooking porridge. It will be ready soon."
The porridge is a mixed vegetable porridge, which is made of sticky rice, yellow millet and some wild vegetables mixed together. It looks very appetizing.
Gu Jianian's attention was attracted by the cat.
Her eyes widened and she approached it cautiously.
The cat was covered with orange patterns, with a bottle cap-sized white spot around its nose, long whiskers, not too fat, and strong limbs. It sensed someone approaching, rolled over from its grandmother's lap, glanced lazily at Gu Jianian, and then turned away without much concern.
Gu Jianian's eyes widened. Except for the spots on its face, this cat was exactly the same as the cat she imagined she would raise in the future.
"Grandma, whose cat is this?"
"This is our cat, named Gulu."
"Ours?" Gu Jianian looked at the cat in surprise, "Then why didn't I see it the other day?"
Grandma reached out and scratched Gululu's chin. Gululu squinted his eyes comfortably and made a "gurgling" sound from his throat, as if explaining to Gu Jianian the origin of his name.