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After going downstairs, Wang Jian released Black Rice and said gently, "Go play!"

Black Rice jumped to the ground, first stretching its claws, sticking its butt up in the air, and stretching its body.

Then, on the lawn that was just turning green, with the枯yellow not completely faded, it narrowed its eyes to observe the environment, taking two steps unhurriedly. The warm sunlight shone on Black Rice, and its watchful, pacing appearance resembled the Lion King inspecting its territory in a documentary.

Wang Jian didn't mind the dirt outside and sat directly on the stone curb—well, the dirt didn't matter, he could just throw the clothes into the washing machine when he got back, but the ground was still a bit cold, and sitting wasn't very comfortable. Forget it, I'd better sit on the bench.

He used a blade of grass to poke Black Rice's cheeks, teasing it playfully, then scratched its head: "Black Rice, I'm going to sit on the chair across the way for a while, call me when you're done playing!"

Black Rice wagged its tail, rubbed against Wang Jian's feet in a circle, as if agreeing.

Its two front paws stepped back and forth on the soft grass, like stepping on a soft quilt, getting used to the texture of the grass.

A blade of weed swept across its whiskers and face. Black Rice felt the breath of soil, plants, and breeze. Its eyes gradually became excited, as if the wildness in its body was awakened. Its pace gradually quickened, and it began to jump and run on the grass.

The sunlight shone, projecting its shadow on the ground. Black Rice seemed to have discovered something very fun, staring at the shadow on the ground, jumping up and pouncing with its two front paws, and when it found it didn't catch it, it jumped up and pounced again.

Then the whole cat clung tightly to the ground, its tail wagging back and forth like a flag, patting the ground, and suddenly it leaped up, as if it had a spring on its legs, springing to the left, and then pouncing to the right, making a Z-shaped wiggle, but still didn't catch it.

Chasing and playing with its own shadow, fighting bravely, its spirit of self-entertainment can be described as first-class.

Enjoying the chase, it ran wildly on the lawn, suddenly窜ing into the bushes, sticking its butt up, looking up at the top,拽着 a clump of shrub branches, refusing to let go, tightly embracing it in its arms.

But in less than two seconds, it let go of the bushes and continued to play the shadow-chasing game.

Wang Jian watched Black Rice frolic on the lawn, and a gentle smile could not help but appear on his face: "Black Rice hasn't been out to play recently. Seeing how happy it is, it must have been a little憋得慌, right?"

Although it is the South, it is not sunny all year round. In winter, there are still one or two months when the temperature is relatively low.

It hasn't been sunny recently, and Black Rice doesn't want to go out to play. Today, there are finally some signs of warming up, so it can have a good time playing outside.

Looking at this scene, he took out his giraffe notebook from his pocket, and then took out a sketch pen and drew a simple sketch on it.

The giraffe notebook is basically filled with his observations of cats, including Black Rice's lowered body and sharp-eyed hunting posture, and the scene of Black Rice sneaking up on Cotton Candy and the cat大战.

"Unconsciously, it's almost full."

Wang Jian felt a little感叹 after finishing this page.

As a cat奴, he always wanted to make a game related to cats.

Naturally, there were many ideas, but he felt that they were not very 圆润, and he was always busy making various games, so he temporarily搁置了 it.

Watching Black Rice playing freely on the lawn, Wang Jian held his chin and stared blankly for a while.

After a while, Black Rice came to his leg and called "喵喵" twice.

"Are you done playing? Do you want to go back?"

Wang Jian was about to pick up Black Rice and put it back in his bag, but Black Rice nimbly dodged and looked up at Wang Jian.

"Huh?" Wang Jian was stunned for a moment. "Are you tired from playing and want something to eat?"

He took out a box of small meat罐头 from his bag, opened it, and handed it to Black Rice.

Black Rice squatted down, took two bites, and stopped. It didn't seem very hungry.

Then, it actually picked up the罐头 in its mouth and walked away.

However, although the罐头 was small, it was still quite full after two bites, and it was quite difficult for a cat to hold it in its mouth.

"What does this mean? I won't抢你吃的, are you still叼一边去?"

While Wang Jian was confused, Black Rice put down the罐头 and looked at him.

"Oh, you're leading the way, and I'm following?"

"喵."

Wang Jian picked up the罐头 and followed it curiously.

Passing through the lawn along the path, Wang Jian's敏锐的 eyes (cat雷达) had already discovered a dirty orange stray cat from a distance.

It seemed very vigilant. When it saw someone coming, it immediately趴了起来 from the ground, dragging an unnaturally drooping leg, moving its body back two steps, looking vigilantly in this direction,竖着 ears, seemingly ready to run away at any time.

Wang Jian took a closer look and immediately showed a pitiful expression: "Oh, it seems to be a disabled cat. This leg must have been压到了, right?"

If the leg 落下 such a serious disability, the敏捷 will definitely be greatly affected. Whether it is moving and running away or翻垃圾桶, it will be very inconvenient.

Looking at the miserable appearance of this orange cat, it is饿得瘦骨嶙峋. It probably hasn't had a good meal for a long time.

Black Rice called to Wang Jian: "喵~"

Wang Jian understood. Black Rice probably saw this orange cat while playing just now, and seeing how pitiful it was, it wanted to help it.

Wang Jian tentatively took a step towards the orange cat. It immediately stared at Wang Jian fiercely, its fur standing on end, while making a "哈" warning sound, and took a step back, retreating to the fence.

This orange cat was so afraid of people that Wang Jian didn't want to scare it anymore. He squatted down, showed the opened罐头 in his hand to the orange cat, shook it gently, put it on the ground, and pushed it forward.

Black Rice wanted to bite the罐头 and go over, but Wang Jian picked it up and retreated far away.

After Wang Jian retreated, the orange cat hesitated for a while, then jumped to the罐头 on three legs, sniffed it, and immediately began to devour it, eating fiercely, while vigilantly looking around, fearing that someone would抢食. It seemed that it was really starved.

After eating for a while, it picked up the罐头 and left, jumping and jumping, and soon disappeared behind the fence, without looking back, not knowing where it went.

Black Rice was in Wang Jian's arms, staring blankly at the direction where the orange cat disappeared, its head蹭了蹭 Wang Jian, probably thinking of its own stray life.

Wang Jian摸摸 its head and smiled, "Aren't you much luckier than it?"

"喵~"

After returning home, Wang Jian couldn't help but think of the orange cat叼着 the罐头, jumping and jumping away. He opened the giraffe notebook and记了下来 this figure as well.

……

After studying the game for a day, Wang Jian yawned at night and covered himself with the quilt: "Black Rice, good night."

As soon as his head touched the pillow, he fell asleep.

As he slept, Wang Jian felt a little cold and tucked himself in tighter.

After a while, he couldn't stand it anymore: "Should I turn on the electric heater?"

He opened his eyes,迷糊了一下, and suddenly叫道 in panic: "卧槽, where's my quilt? 嗯? Where's my house? Where the TM am I sleeping?"

"砰!"

A nearby window opened, and someone骂骂咧咧 said: "What's that死猫叫ing in the middle of the night!"

A plastic empty bottle砸过来. Wang Jian felt a gust of wind襲来. He慌忙 dragged his hind legs and ran two steps,躲过了 this attack.