If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

"I'm back."

The door of the apartment was opened, accompanied by the sound of a man's voice and the meowing of a kitten, and then the sound of bottles and cans collapsing, and the ouch-ouch sounds of a man running around in a hurry.

Click.

The door of the apartment was closed again, and only the man's low complaints could be heard in the small room. But after a while, even the complaints were gone. The noise of the high-speed train passing through the tracks outside the window covered everything, and the light coming in from the window The shadow of the pile of debris was cast on the ceiling, and the man's shadow could be seen nimbly passing through it.

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"Hey, hey, don't move."

In the apartment, Ronald Tang was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, holding pizza in his mouth and with a serious face, he straightened the kitten that was trying to escape to the floor back in front of him.

"Do you know how much I paid to bring you home?" Old Tang spoke vaguely while holding a pizza in his mouth, but he still looked at the yellow and white dog on the sofa in front of him with a serious expression, trembling. kitten.

The cat didn't answer Old Tang's words. It lay on the sofa and was trembling all over. The soft cat swayed gently along the trembling body. You could feel the helplessness and fear of the little thing under the cat's skin.

Old Tang stared at the frightened cat and scratched his head. It cost him nearly two hundred dollars to get such a thing from the pet market.

But under the advice of the brilliant psychiatrist, the yellow and white kitten was taken home by Old Tang - in a semi-forced manner.

After all, in the pet market, the one who can take out the green money is the uncle. Even if the rabbit digs a hole in the cage and burrows into the ground, the vendors who want to earn dollers have to reach into the rabbit hole, pull the rabbit's ears and hand it to him for a good affection. Make love, this is how this little cat was brought home by Old Tang.

I bought the cat in Chinatown. When I entered the pet store, the only request that Old Tang gave to the boss was to find a cat that was bolder. The boss patted his thigh and said in Sichuan dialect: "Guest, I know what you mean. Be brave." A cat that catches mice, right? have! Authentic Chinese pastoral cat! It took a lot of effort to fly it from China. It costs 200 dollars and is guaranteed to scare away the rats in your house!

Lao Tang said, aren’t Chinese garden cats just local cats? If you charge me 200 dollars, doesn’t it feel like you’re robbing a fellow countryman?

The boss said that you are killing my fellow countrymen. American cats are as untouchable as the pampered daughters of Wall Street vampires. Do you really expect American cats to help you catch mice? No matter what, my local cat is a local cat flown from China. If a local cat has flown on a plane, won’t its value be different immediately? Didn’t you see that Japanese local dogs are sold at sky-high prices in China?

After thinking for a moment, Old Tang felt it made sense, and then he spent the money to seal the deal. Then the shivering cat was stuffed into Old Tang's arms, and he was thanked for 200 US dollars.

Just as the boss was happily counting money, a fat cat that looked like a mother of kittens walked past him in the store, followed by a bunch of kittens. Instantly, Old Tang felt like he had been fooled.

But the no-return sign was already hanging on the back of the boss, so he had no choice but to take this noble Chinese garden cat home. Old Tang also bought some milk and cat food along the way, and he also bought some at the boss's suggestion. Cat litter, litter boxes, cat litter boxes, and a lot of other things made him regret his decision to agree to a psychiatrist to get a cat countless times.

As soon as he got home, Old Tang tidied up a place in the messy house, and the cat litter box, cat nest, and cat food were all in place.

With this arrangement, Old Tang suddenly realized that the place where he lived was not too small, but the usual take-out boxes and sundries took up too much space. If he had to squeeze in, he could still clear up another area. Yes, although I don’t expect one person to live there, it’s not a problem to have one more cat.

Now that the person is here and the cat is here, but the person still looks so depressed, the cat also looks trembling. How do you expect a cat that is frightened by moving to treat his depression? Do psychiatrists also believe in the saying that a negative makes a positive come true?

Looking at the kitten on the sofa, Old Tang tried to reach out and put his hand on the top of its head, but with such a simple action, the cat was so frightened that it did not dare to move and lay on the sofa without showing its face.

Old Tang took back his hand slowly. He was actually very reluctant to buy pets. It had nothing to do with his love and hatred for cats and dogs. He was simply not suitable for keeping pets. This did not mean that he was a pet abuser. , in the American Animal Protection Association, it is second only to the Taxation Bureau and the Environmental Protection Association. He, Old Tang, is a good citizen who has always abided by the law.

What I mean by saying that Old Tang is not suitable for keeping pets is that pets have never liked Old Tang. This was one of his natural abilities and the reason he was disliked by the cheerleaders, and he was never liked by small animals, from rabbits to turtles.

I remember that when he was a child, he was called a freak by his classmates and was isolated and ridiculed by a group of children for having no friends. He was so angry that he wanted to find a friend to refute the ridicule of those people. Since we are looking for friends, there is no rule that animal friends are not considered friends, right? So he stood next to the rabbit cage with a carrot. As a result, the rabbit didn't come up to take a bite for several hours. He only hid in the corner of the cage and panted.

This time he felt very inferior, threw away the carrot, and finally realized that he was a person that no one liked.

It is a very sad loneliness. Everyone says that you are a lonely person. You have tried your best to refute and prove it, but you have failed. Therefore, you have been labeled as lonely all your life. No one likes you. You You can only live with yourself.

Maybe this is why the apartment he rents is not small, but he can always live in a tight place? The originally huge space was always crowded with miscellaneous things, and the only one who could freely move around in this group of garbage was himself. It was like there was such a huge world, and he lived as if he was the only one in the whole world, lonely. Gotta die.

Old Tang sat on the sofa for a long time. Normally at this time, he would have been chewing pizza and watching the bloody Indian drama at 8 o'clock, or going online to see if he was playing two games of StarCraft online to pass the time. But today, he All my energy is spent on establishing a good relationship with the cat, as if I want to get rid of this curse.

He tried every method, petting the cat, letting the cat smell him, feeding the cat, imitating the cat's meowing in an attempt to make the other party think that he was a similar species without hair, and in the end he even considered sacrificing something for the cat. The cat licked its fur. But the cat ignored him from beginning to end. It just hid there and wanted to get into the corner of the sofa.

The last time Old Tang reached out and tried to scratch the cat's chin, he suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his fingers. He retracted his hand and saw that there was a shallow mark on the belly of his finger, and blood slowly oozed from it. coming.

The cat bit him.

Old Tang stared blankly at the bleeding fingers, and then looked at the fried cat in the corner of the sofa, but even with the fried fur, he didn't dare to whine at Old Tang. He just curled up in the corner with his fur standing upright, and his pupils were full of uneasiness. And fear, if it were a person who could talk, it would probably have hysterically told Old Tang to get lost, right?

"Hey, why bother?" Old Tang suddenly smiled, stared at the cat lying down and whispered in a low voice.

He retracted his hand and stopped being mean. At this time, another train passed by outside the window. His shadow was cast on the ceiling and stretched into a giant thing, but it quickly disappeared.

Suddenly, for a moment, he felt that it was actually good to have nightmares. He had been entangled in those nightmares for several months, and was so troubled that he found a psychiatrist and bought a pet to relieve himself. But thinking about it, it seemed that he had a friend in the dream. .

In that nightmare, the strange boy kept chasing him and calling him brother, and he couldn't get rid of him. But if he had such a brother in reality, would he still live so lonely?

Old Tang glanced out the window. It was a full moon tonight, it was already very late, and the pizza on the table was finished. It was time to go to bed.

Oh wait.

He suddenly seemed to remember something and took out an iron box and opened it. Inside was a row of red ampoules.

It seems that I have to take medicine according to the doctor's instructions before going to bed.