Extra: The Kitten's Past Life

"Today is another peaceful day."

This is what my mother said to me most often.

My mother always told me that when I was born, I was different from other children. I cried for a while and then stopped. I was very well-behaved.

She said that everyone liked me very much, especially when I grew up. The elders in the family said that I was white and tender like a small glutinous rice dumpling, with a pair of black grape-like eyes that were bright and watery. When the adults were busy, I would bite my fingers and play obediently without making any noise. I

was very sensible.

As the only child in the family, I have always been loved. My parents have a good relationship. Relatives at home often come to hold me and play. I never lack love.

This happy and fulfilling life continued until I was eight months old.

That day, I was still playing with a doll in my mother's arms when I suddenly passed out without any warning.

From that day on, my life was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and the most common "toys" I saw were sharp and cold IV needles and bags.

After going to hospitals all over the country, they couldn't find out what disease I had, and all the test results showed that everything was normal.

Mom and Dad breathed a sigh of relief, and we returned home.

But the next day after I got home, I was sent to the hospital again.

For a long time afterwards, I kept fainting, nosebleeds, body pain, and crying all the time.

My parents took me to various major hospitals and used all kinds of connections, but they still couldn't find out what disease I had.

So, I could only choose a ward in the nearest hospital to stay for a long time.

I didn't remember much at that time, I just knew that my room was moved from home to the hospital.

The hospital is my second home.

When I was eight years old, the doctor said that my condition had stabilized, so my parents invited a teacher to teach me how to read and write, and tried to let me be like an ordinary child, to contact the outside world, go to school, and make good friends.

When my mother told me this, I couldn't understand.

Don't the children who say goodbye need to live in the hospital?

I was very confused, but looking at the sadness and sorrow that could not be hidden in my mother's eyes, I just nodded and kissed my mother's cheek.

My mother's tears were very hot.

I don't know why my mother was crying.

When I was eight years old, I got sick half as often as I should have. My parents were very happy. They took me home, bought me new dolls and beautiful dresses, and said they would take me to the amusement park.

I knew the amusement park. It was a place that had appeared on TV. It was very beautiful and I longed for it.

So every day when I woke up, I would always pester my mother and ask when we would go to the amusement park.

My mother smiled and said that it would be soon.

I was looking forward to this day.

Not long after, the doctor said that I could go home and live.

My parents were very happy. They kept kissing my cheeks, with excitement and joy in their eyes that I couldn't understand, and said that they would take me to the amusement park tomorrow. At

this moment, my mood overlapped with theirs, and I understood why they were so happy.

But accidents always happen so suddenly.

The night I returned home, I vomited blood.

I was sent back to the hospital.

When I woke up again and saw my parents sitting by the bed, my heart skipped a beat when I saw their black hair mixed with white hair.

My mother has always paid attention to me, but this time when I woke up, she just turned her back to me.

I was very hesitant, but the idea of ​​going to the amusement park outweighed everything.

I asked my mother, are we going to the amusement park?

My mother ignored me, she just trembled suddenly, then raised her hand to wipe away her tears.

When she turned around, I saw her smiling at me with red eyes.

My mother said: I'm sorry, baby, let's go another day, okay?

My father didn't say anything and just walked out of the room.

The moment the door opened, there was a noisy sound outside, crying, the sound of the bed being pushed, the voice of the nurse sister...filling the entire corridor.

I saw the crowd flashing by the door, and suddenly realized that I was sick.

Always sick.

The next day, the uncle and aunt in the next room came to me and gave me a gift.

Their children are my only friends of the same age in the hospital.

I heard the aunt choking and saying to the mother: Xuxu can no longer come to play with Shushu, we plan to move abroad, and we probably won’t come back in the future. Mom

took the aunt out, and I don’t know what they talked about.

I didn’t understand what the aunt said at the time, until later, when the very thin little boy never appeared again, I understood: he is dead and will never come to play with me again.

Time goes slowly.

When I was ten years old, I understood a lot of things, and also understood why my mother often had tears in her eyes.

When I was ten years old, I wanted to go to school despite my parents' obstruction.

I refused to eat or drink, and my attitude was very determined.

My mother cried very hard beside my bed, and it seemed that she was going to faint.

But the next day, they still put on a new school uniform for me and took me to school in person. My parents accompanied me into the classroom and accompanied me to class. I saw many children of the same age.

They were playful and lively, and they were also curious when they saw me.

They were smart, healthy and polite. Some of the children also knew my parents and would run over to say hello, and then run away to play with their friends.

Those smiling faces and vigorous vitality made me panic and scared.

My parents accompanied me and spent the whole afternoon on campus.

I knew they were afraid that I would die, and they were also afraid that I would not be able to see them when I fell, so they followed me closely.

After arriving at school, I realized that this was the life of a normal child.

But it doesn't matter, I am already very satisfied.

Compared to the outside world, I have actually gotten used to the cold and clean hospital.

That night, I was sent to the emergency room again.

I don't understand why I am sick, why the doctor can't find out the cause of my illness, and why this has to happen to me.

Sometimes I even think that it would be nice to die like this.

But I can't be sad.

Because every day in the past, I really regarded the hospital as my home.

Who would be sad because of living at home?

After that day, I lived a life of hospital, home, and school. I

can only go to school once in a long, long time.

Time is moving slowly again.

I am sixteen years old.

I understand many things about this world, and I also know how difficult it is for my parents.

My parents are rich and capable.

If it weren't for me, their lives would be so much better.

After realizing this, I became a better person.

In fact, except for my rebellious behavior when I was ten years old, I never made them angry.

A few years later, when I became an adult, my parents dressed me up and decorated my ward beautifully. They also bought a big three-layer cake.

On my birthday, many well-dressed boys and girls came with their parents to celebrate my birthday with me.

They surrounded me, said happy birthday, sang birthday songs to me, and gave me many beautifully wrapped gifts.

Everyone was very happy that day, but the next day, I was sent to the emergency room again.

"This child... we really have no choice... let her go... it will be good for you..."

"She was born after ten months of my pregnancy, and her body is flowing with our blood. Since she is here, she should stay here!"

"Madam, don't be excited... some things cannot be kept just because you want them to be... this child doesn't have much time left... you..."

"Get out! Get out!"

I heard my parents' voices in a daze and woke up from the chaos. When I opened my eyes, there were only my parents in the ward.

"Mom..." I was very confused and subconsciously looked around the ward, "Were you chatting just now?"

Mom shook her head and smiled and said that I was confused and heard it wrong.

I believed in my mother very much. I felt very sleepy again and fell asleep again.

After falling asleep, I started to dream.

The dream was very chaotic, everyone was running, the moon was red, and boiling blood splashed on my face, waking me up from the dream.

After waking up, I didn't remember anything, even when my mother looked at me with a worried face and asked me if I had a nightmare, I couldn't remember it.

This dream lasted for a long time.

I was often awakened, and my body became weaker and weaker, even to the point where I couldn't get out of bed.

One day, I suddenly remembered the content of the dream.

Faintly, I seemed to have glimpsed some secret.

The contents of the dream were too bloody. There was blood everywhere. The blood flowed in winding ways like colorful poisonous snakes, spitting out their tongues, and countless pairs of cold and unknown eyes stared at me.

I was awakened again.

I was so scared.

From that day on, my body and mind suffered a double blow. I vomited blood more frequently, and my weight dropped to just over 60 kilograms, like a skeleton.

My mother was very worried that I would die, and she often carefully tested my breathing when I was sleeping.

A year passed quickly.

In the new year, I did not die, and I also welcomed my 19th birthday.

Before I was 18, my birthday was only accompanied by my parents and relatives and friends.

After I was 18, every year I celebrated it very grandly.

After last year's experience, my parents kept staring at me on my birthday this year. The doctors and nurses also stood by and accompanied me, worried that I would vomit blood again.

I did not vomit blood, nor did I go to the emergency room.

That night, I had a dream.

In the dream, I turned into a little cat, locked in a square iron cage.

People of all kinds stood in front of my cage and said they would take me home.

But I have a home.

They exuded all kinds of strange smells, which scared me.

I didn't want to leave with them, and my "owner" didn't force me to sell it, but occasionally looked at me and sighed.

I missed my parents very much.

The longing drowned me like a tide, and I huddled in a corner and cried secretly, and accidentally fell asleep.

When I woke up, the usual noisy sounds disappeared, and the sound of rain outside came in.

This kind of weather made me feel comfortable. I closed my eyes in a daze and made sounds subconsciously.

At this time, someone turned around and came in front of me.

I stared at him blankly, and then saw a handsome face.

My "master" talked to him a lot, but I was obsessed with this face and didn't hear their conversation at all.

In all these years, I have never seen someone who looks so good.

I was thinking, the man suddenly stretched out his hand to me, I tilted my head and didn't understand it. When I saw the expectation in the man's eyes, I hesitated and decided to coax him and shake hands with him.

As a result, I was taken away by him.

He lied to me and tricked me into shaking hands with him. It turned out that he was luring me.

It was all because of his face.

So, I stayed in his house.

His house was very big, and it could accommodate thousands of cats like me. Occasionally, I would bravely patrol the house, but most of the time, I would still sleep.

I was too weak, and I couldn't escape being sick even in my dreams.

As my new "master", he was very strange.

Occasionally he would touch my head, then frown, stare at his hand, and then look at me with a complicated expression. He

clearly wanted to touch my head, but he pretended to be restrained. What a hypocritical and strange human being.

Well... after becoming a cat, I seemed to become stupider, and sometimes I would think I was a real cat.

Slowly, I settled down in his house.

He was very gentle and handsome, very nice to me, and never kissed me, and he had a special sense of boundaries.

I liked him very much.

One day, he brought back a person who called himself "brother". When this person came, he wanted to grab me to hug me. I didn't want to, so I pinched him, and his hand was pinched and bloody.

The new owner held me in his arms, staring at his younger brother with a somewhat cold face, warning his younger brother not to bully me.

His younger brother felt very aggrieved and glared at me quietly.

I didn't care at all, and even turned over in the owner's arms, facing his butt towards him, and rubbed my owner with meows.

The owner said that I was scared, so he didn't teach me a lesson, and even treated me to canned cat food.

It was delicious, I liked him the most.

After a while, the world suddenly changed overnight. The moment the blood-red moon came out, everyone fell into a deep sleep.

So did I.

When I woke up again, I became very fat. I went to find the owner. The owner had a fever and comforted me, saying that I was the cutest.

Then, we went to find his younger brother and lived a life of escape.

Those dummies are really scary.

His younger brother didn't like me a little, but he didn't bully me. He just advised my master to throw me away or keep me as reserve food.

I didn't understand what reserve food meant, but my owner got very angry and scolded his younger brother.

Then I understood that his younger brother must have said something bad about me.

We joined a place with many people. Everyone was staring at me covetously and even wanted to come and catch me. But

the owner was very domineering. His supernatural power was particularly powerful and scared everyone away.

No one dared to touch me.

Soon, those dummies called zombies came again with the smell, many, many.

We started a new escape.

During the escape, I was always stared at by humans. They looked at me greedily, as if they wanted to eat me. My owner held me tightly, fearing that I would be lost.

I really want to beat them up.

With this thought in mind, when the owner and I once again encountered someone who wanted to eat me, I yelled at them angrily, then jumped out and clawed the person to pieces.

I was very fast and my claws were very sharp.

They didn't catch me, and they couldn't hit me with their superpowers. I returned safely to the owner's arms, but was slapped by him.

It didn't hurt, but I was so sad that I cried loudly in his arms.

The owner started to comfort me in a hurry.

After that day, when he encountered zombies, the owner would deliberately let me take action. After I came back from hunting, he would hug me and praise me for my good work.

In the days that followed, the owner, his brother and I lived a wandering life.

During this period, we met new partners.

The new partners were all stupid, had bad smells, and were bad.

I didn't like them.

We settled down in several places, but soon started to flee again.

And I met new partners.

The team grew bigger day by day, but the breeder's supernatural powers were always the most powerful. Everyone admired my breeder and wanted to follow him.

After more humans came, there were always quarrels in the team.

One day I was sleeping in the arms of the breeder, and suddenly I felt a cold and gloomy gaze falling on me.

I turned my head subconsciously and found that it was the last partner who joined, staring at me sinisterly.

I was so scared that my fur stood on end. I meowed and woke up the owner.

But humans are so good at pretending.

When the owner woke up, the person who was staring at me sinisterly put on a smile again, and he also exuded a friendly aura.

For a moment, I thought I was seeing things.

After a while, everyone suddenly started arguing.

They said they wanted to set up their own base and didn't want to live a life of displacement anymore, but the owner didn't want to.

They didn't like the owner saving people, nor did they like the owner having all the skills but not wanting to compete for the first place.

I thought everyone was going to leave, but the next day, they reconciled.

I lay aside and watched, not taking it to heart.

The next day, the owner took me out to collect supplies.

For some reason, I felt a bad breath, with the smell of blood and fear.

I tried to get my owner to leave, but he just looked at me in confusion.

That's right.

My owner is so stupid that he doesn't even know how to give me a comfortable bath or comb my hair. He hurts me every time and naturally doesn't understand what I mean.

I was very anxious. As the bloody breath approached, I saw a lot of ice cones suddenly appearing all around, all about to fall on the owner.

The owner is very powerful, but not super invincible, so he was inevitably injured.

In the second when he was distracted, an ice cone rushed into his heart and stabbed from his back.

I couldn't care too much.

At this moment, I remembered that it seemed to be just a dream of mine.

So I suppressed my fear and bravely blocked the ice cone for my owner.

The ice cone pierced through my abdomen and into the owner's back. With me as a buffer, the owner's back was only scratched and the injury was not serious.

I was in so much pain, crying and comforting myself that it was just a dream.

Before I fainted, I saw the owner was furious, and supernatural powers fell from the sky, killing many people and zombies.

I breathed a sigh of relief and fainted completely.

I thought I was really dead, but when I opened my eyes, I was still in the owner's arms.

The owner became very haggard. He did not go back to the base, nor did he look for his partners. He just took me to run back and forth between bases, hoping that someone could save me.

For this, the owner paid a lot.

When he saw me wake up, before I had time to sigh that my owner had become ugly, his tears fell first.

He said sorry. He

said it over and over again.

I gradually got better, but my consciousness was still a little confused.

Maybe I will wake up, but I am worried about the owner and always don't want to sleep too deeply.

The owner said that I became dull and often said sorry to me for no reason. He

gave me the delicious food, drinks and nutritious things first.

Because of this action, everyone quarreled with the owner again.

They said why a cat eats so well, if it eats the good things, what will they eat?

I was a little unhappy and a little angry.

Many of the supplies were found by the owner before they joined, and it was only because the owner awakened the space power that they could have so many supplies.

As the owner's kitten, what does it matter if I eat it all!

Fortunately, the owner stood on my side, even if everyone was very unhappy.

In this way, I spent a period of time in peace and stability.

But the atmosphere in the team became subtle.

I smelled some breath of death.

But I don't know where it came from.

After being injured, my spirit and physical strength were far worse than before.

But I held on to my spirit and patrolled quietly every day to protect the owner.

If I died, I would die, after all, it was just a dream.

But if the owner died, he would really die.

The owner was so good-looking.

I couldn't bear to see him die.

That day I patrolled as usual, but I heard my partners in the team secretly discussing how to get rid of my owner.

They wanted to obtain the supplies and powerful lightning abilities in the owner's space.

What made me very angry was that the owner's younger brother was also among them.

I don't understand why he did this.

The owner was actually much better to him than to me. After all, I was just a cat, but he was a living person.

I wanted to go back and tell my owner, but something went wrong in my head for no apparent reason. Suddenly, everything went black, and I was exposed to them.

Before I could escape, they caught me and broke my tail.

I don't like the feeling of losing my chain at this critical moment.

Why did they have to make my eyes go black at this time?

I don't understand.

They came up to me and pulled out my hair.

My hair was mixed with blood and floated in the air. It hurt so much that I kept screaming.

I was very conflicted at this time.

I wanted my owner to come and save me, but I also wanted him not to come.

Although my owner is very powerful, he is not omnipotent.

These people are too bad.

They really wanted to pull out my tendons and skin me, and they also wanted to chop off my four arms and ears. They even discussed how to eat me.

It hurt so much, it really hurt.

It hurt more than being in the emergency room.

At this moment, I suddenly remembered the scene I had dreamed of before.

It turned out that those winding streaks of blood came from my body.

The sharp blade cut open my belly, and blood dripped down. My intestines seemed to fall out.

The sound of their vicious curses kept ringing in my ears.

I was in agony, and when my consciousness was about to dissipate, I seemed to hear the voice of my owner.

But I no longer had the strength to look up.

Endless pain spread all over my body, and the continuous loss of blood seemed to tell me,

you see, this is the result of you not wanting to leave.

A second before I died, I saw the owner's equally pale face.

"Shushu! Shushu!"

I woke up instantly.

I couldn't stop shaking all over. This voice mixed with the voices of the people in my dream. When I was about to scream, I was pressed into a warm embrace.

"Mom... It hurts so much..."

Mom also shed tears and comforted me over and over again.

I was too emotional.

The instruments next to me rang rapidly, and medical staff rushed over instantly.

I held my mother's hand and smiled at her.

"Mom, I like cats very much. Can you raise one?"

Mom cried and said yes.

I had a premonition.

I was going to die.

After I die, let the little cat take my place.