Chapter 33 (1/2)
At two o'clock in the afternoon, the walkie talkie at the door rang. After being woken up, Feng could only feel faint and upset.
Although he had bathed the cat in the pet clinic in the morning, he was busy living for more than half an hour when he got home. He didn't take off his clothes, so he went to sleep. By then, he had only six hours.
Vaguely, he went to the door and picked up the receiver of the walkie talkie and said, ”who is that?”
”Me.” Wang sighed back and said, ”Lord Bao has also come.”
”Is the door open?” Feng unconsciously pressed the open key and yawned.
”It's on. Let's talk about it.”
More than a minute after the call, they took the elevator up. After passing the corridor, he rang an unconscious doorbell. The latter looked out of the cat's eyes on the door and opened the door. Without greeting the two men, he turned around and went to the sofa.
Wang Tanzhi and the ”Baoda” are not out of sight either. He brings them to the door, puts pizza and a dozen beers on the tea table, and goes to the sealed kitchen to pick up plates and chopsticks.
”Eh? Brother Jue, how can there be a cat? ” Wang sighed and soon found the little flower cat sleeping in the corner of the sofa.
”Don't you see the sand table in the corner? I raised it.” Feng didn't feel sleepy and unscrewed a bottle of beer, growled like a mouthwash, then swallowed it
”When did you start raising cats again?” Wang sighed as he approached the kitten.
”This morning.” ”Don't think it's really sleeping,” Feng said with a hiccup. ”Cats are very alert animals. It seems that they need to sleep for more than ten hours a day. In fact, as soon as there's something moving around, their ears will move slightly, which shows that...”
Xiaotan just wants to catch the kitten, who instantly opens his eyes, runs forward, turns a corner, and slips to the back of the sofa. Xiaotan lost her weight and fell down because of her forward leaning.
”Why do you think of having a cat again?” Mr. Bao came back from the kitchen with a plate and paper towel. He waved and rushed Xiaotan to the sofa and sat down himself.
His name is Bao Qing. In fact, he is only a few months older than the two of them. They are all classmates from kindergarten to middle school. Bao Qing has been called ”Bao adult” since primary school. The problem is He is not black at all. He has never been an official in his family. When he studies, he has never been a class cadre.
Who would have thought that when he grew up, Mr. Bao really became an ”adult”. He is twenty-five years old, civil servant, working in government agencies, and his daughter is two and a half years old. It's much more stable than these two singles. The characteristic of Mr. Bao is that he has a ”melancholy” face since childhood, not to mention after marriage. He has a bitter gourd face all day long.
”It's my relationship with the cat.” Feng doesn't feel like returning, ”follow the fate.”
The two used the word ”you” when they asked questions, because they all knew that Feng had a cat when he was a child. At that time, the old lady of the neighbor had a female cat. She gave birth to four small ones and gave one to Feng Bujue. He kept it for 13 years. The kitten became an old cat. At last, she died and the child became an adult. She buried the old cat with her own hands.
”Have you got a name?” Wang asked excitedly with a sigh.
”Arthas.” Feng didn't feel very calm to return, as if the name is not blurted out, but already thought of the same.
”Poof...” ”Even if you don't want Xiaotan to be mixed with the name, you should make a common one, such as cool music and Mike...”
Feng can't help but point out: ”Arthas.”
The kitten turned around and said ”meow”.
”Look, there is no sense of disobedience.” Feng unconsciously pointed to the cat face of Arthas.
”I want it.” Xiaotan takes out his mobile phone and says.
”Wait.” Feng unconsciously put down the beer, went to the window and opened the curtains. Then he picked up the beer and failed to escape Arthas in time.
Feng unconsciously passes his hands under the cat's creaky nest, lifts the cat up, makes the cat face back to himself, straightens his arms, raises them in the sun, imitates the scene of the lion king in the glory stone, and says a irrelevant line.
”My son When you were born, every corner of Lordaeron was echoing your name arthas……” Feng said solemnly in a low voice.
Wang Tanzhi took his mobile phone and aimed it at the inexplicable kitten on his face, making a 360 degree round-up shooting.
”What are you doing! This year, your age! The daily life of the second disease in men
After being scolded by Baoda, they sat back on the sofa. Arthas slipped onto a mat and took a nap.
”How can Lord Bao be free this week?” Asked Feng unconsciously.
”My wife took her daughter home.” ”Bao said after a pleasant drink of beer.
”Permanent or temporary?” If you don't feel it, you can say it again.
”Nonsense! How can it be permanent! My mother-in-law wants to see her granddaughter. ” Mr. Bao almost didn't choke.
”You look relieved...” I don't know.
Wang interjected. He picked up the remote control and asked, ”what's the theme of this week?”
”Bad movie marathon.” I can't feel the way back.
”Ha?” Wang sighed and turned his head.
”That's right,” Feng said. Last time we discussed, there are so many infamous bad films that have passed the test of time and become the bottom line of the film field, but we have not seen them. ”