The kitten is really small. It has only a thin layer of fur on its body and its eyes are not open. It looks very pitiful and weak.
"Where did you steal this cub from?"
There are a few old people in Zhoujiawu who do keep cats, but cats in the countryside are not as precious as in the city. They are almost all semi-free-range. Occasionally, they give birth to kittens, but most of them are not raised and are just thrown into the mountains.
Those who are lucky will survive, and those who are unlucky will naturally survive.
The little wolf didn't answer Lin Luo's question, but just howled at her twice, with a pleading look in his eyes.
Lin Luo squatted down and looked at the snow-white kitten on the ground, and gently stroked its forehead with his fingers.
The kitten trembled slightly and arched its back towards Lin Luo's fingertips.
——Such a fragile life.
Unlike the little wolf that was lively and energetic when it first arrived, this kitten was really small and might die in the next second. Lin Luo hadn't touched such a small creature for a long time.
In the end times, weakness is the original sin, and the end result is only one word - death.
"Lolo?"
Noticing the movement in the yard, Yun Shu also walked out, and then saw a man and a wolf standing around looking at something.
He walked closer. "Cat? No, that's right. It's a caracal."
Yun Shu looked at the wolf cub the next second and asked, "Why do you eat everything?" There was disgust in his tone, and it was obvious that he regarded the cub as food for the wolf cub.
After all, the little wolf has a history of eating chicks.
Lin Luo was stunned, then took another closer look at the "kitten", "... a caracal?"
She knew this animal. It looked very similar to a cat, but its attack power was much stronger than a cat. Moreover, the color of the manul's fur in her memory was different. It should be white.
However, if you look closely at this "milk kitten", you will find that the position of its ears is indeed lower than that of an average cat.
——Could it be a mutant species?
The area around Zhoujiawu doesn't look like a caracal habitat either...
Lin Luo looked at the little wolf with strong limbs. Did he steal it from somewhere after traveling thousands of miles?
The little wolf bared its teeth, apparently noticing Yun Shu's unfriendly attitude.
Animals' senses are sometimes very sharp, like a kitten, no, it's a caracal, which now rolled towards Lin Luo again, as if it knew that the human in front of it could save it.
"Oh——" Lin Luo sighed.
Countless lives have died at her hands, but Lin Luo does not want to become a person who disregards life.
Holding the caracal in both hands, Lin Luo walked into the house.
She first took out a cardboard box, put some old clothes in it and then put the caracal in.
Then I took out my phone and searched for information on how to raise a manul at this stage. Unfortunately, there wasn't much information, but manuls are also cats, so the way they are raised should be similar to that of kittens.
Lin Luo quickly began to count the things in his basement.
"Yunshu, can you help me? Go to the third shelf in the basement and get the can of goat milk."
Lin Luo went to the kitchen and took out a small dish for dipping sauce and poured some warm water into it.
After Yunshu brings the can of goat milk, mix it into liquid.
This caracal was too small to eat by itself, so Lin Luo took a syringe, filled it with goat milk, and fed it to it little by little.
I don’t know if it was because it was very hungry, but the caracal drank very quickly. Lin Luo didn’t dare to feed it too much. After touching its stomach and finding it a little bloated, he stopped feeding it.
The well-fed caracal cub quickly fell asleep, its belly rising and falling with its breathing. The fur on its belly was the densest and softest on its entire body. Just looking at it now would easily make one's heart soften.
"I thought I wouldn't do such a thing."
Lin Luo, who had finally come to an end, leaned back and breathed a sigh of relief.
When he was doing those things just now, Lin Luo even felt that this life would disappear in his hands in the next second.
Yun Shu sat down on the sofa next to her. "Lolo did a great job." He glanced at the caracal, which looked almost the same as a cat. "If you like it, keep it. I'll help you."
Yunshu has come across a lot of online knowledge and knows that many people like to keep cats, and it has developed into a huge group.
He always felt that Lin Luo's life was a little unique, as if if one day Lin Luo wanted to, she could abandon everything and leave at any time.
So Yun Shu rarely played a trick, hoping that Lin Luo could have more bonds with him.
Before, it was easy for him to have a hobby like occasionally doing woodworking, and now he has a "cat". From this perspective, Lolo seems to be more human!
"How should I put it?" Lin Luo frowned slightly, "It's not about whether I like it or not, but it's just..." She seemed to want to organize her words, but she couldn't express her feelings.
If Lin Luo was still the 20-year-old Lin Luo, she would also like cute things, would take a few puffs of cute kittens when watching videos, and maybe she would even raise one for herself.
However, after experiencing the end of the world, Lin Luo thought that he no longer had this kind of "girlish heart".
"Why bother with so much?" Yun Shu interrupted Lin Luo's thoughts forcefully. "If Luoluo likes it, then keep it. If not, then throw it away..." He paused, "...I'll keep it!"
Lin Luo was amused by Yun Shu's almost stuttering change of words, "Since I brought it in, I will definitely take care of it."
Otherwise, Lin Luo wouldn't have just been in a daze in the yard. She immediately thought of the little wolf. "I should teach that little guy a lesson. He can't just take everything home with him from now on."
It was really a kind of fate. Otherwise, the little wolf who ate rabbits and chickens without any mercy would actually bring back a newborn cub unharmed.
Since he had decided to raise a caracal, Lin Luo naturally would not treat it badly. He placed orders online for everything he needed and also carefully looked up some breeding information.
That night, I moved the little guy to my bedroom and got up several times to check on him.
With such careful care, on the fifth day after coming to Lin Luo's house, the caracal finally opened its beautiful eyes.
It is a brilliant gold, as bright as the sun.
With its snow-white fur, it looks like a noble little princess.
Yes, it's a female caracal.
Even the little wolf that often ran to the mountains has recently reduced the frequency of going out. When Lin Luo took the caracal to the yard to get some fresh air and bask in the sun, it would lie beside the caracal to tease it and listen to its baby voice, which was tender but a little deeper than that of an ordinary cat.
I don't know, maybe because the caracal knows that the little wolf is also one of its saviors, or maybe because it itself is an animal with strong attack power, it is not afraid of the little wolf, and will even climb onto the wolf's back to rest.
"By the way, what should we name the caracal?"
Lin Luo poked the caracal's belly and turned to look at Yun Shu. "Little Wolf never had a name. It was fine to call him Little Wolf when he was little, but it doesn't seem appropriate now."
The little wolf is indeed not suitable to be called a little guy now. Although it is still a little smaller than an adult wolf, the difference is not much. Looking at its sharp teeth and claws, there is no doubt that it can fight with several adults.
Yun Shu was a little drowsy from the early spring sun, but she woke up immediately after hearing Lin Luo's words, "Lolo, are you going to give them names?"
Lin Luo: "You can't always call them Little Rabbit and Little Wolf, right?" Why does it seem like Yun Shu reacts strongly to the name?
Yun Shu glanced at the wolf and the "cat" with some displeasure. "Okay, what name do you want, Luo Luo?"
In Yunshu's cognition, naming is a very "sacred thing", just like when Grandpa Luo gave Yunshu a name, he and Luo Luo became a family.
It’s okay for now with this caracal, but Yun Shu always feels a little disgusted about being a family with wolves.
Lin Luo, who didn't understand Yun Shu's inner struggles, looked at the big wolf and the little caracal, then thought of Zhou Mengjie's Samoyed named Tangyuan...
"Xiao Hei." Pointing at the wolf, "Xiao Bai." Pointing at the caracal.
"How is it?" Lin Luo looked sideways at Yun Shu. It was simple, clear and pleasant to say. She thought it was good.
Yun Shu: "...Okay, what a great name!"
At this moment, Yun Shu suddenly felt fortunate that his name was given by Grandpa Luo. Otherwise, according to Luo Luo's thinking, he would probably be called Xiao Ye now.
"Xiao Hei!"
Lin Luo used some of his mental power to let the little wolf understand that Xiao Hei was calling it.
Now, when it hears these two words, it will turn around and look at Lin Luo with burning eyes.
What a smart kid indeed!
After picking bracken twice and Malan five times in Linluo, the Qingming Festival arrived in early April.
As early as when he first came to Zhoujiawu, Lin Luo had moved his parents' ashes and tombstone to next to his grandparents, on the hillside behind the house.
Although Lin Luo no longer believed in ghosts and gods, she still bought chrysanthemums and offerings in advance on this day, and came to the four tombstones alone early in the morning.
Because Lin Luo would come to clean occasionally, the area around the tombstone was relatively clean. She bent down and cleaned up some newly grown weeds, then stood silently in front of the tombstone... in a daze.
In the eyes of others, Lin's father and mother passed away less than a year ago, but in Lin Luo's memory, more than ten years have passed. The heart-wrenching despair that seemed as if the sky was about to fall has slowly settled.
"Grandpa, grandma, dad, mom..."
Lin Luo called out to the four people, but they immediately fell silent again. She didn't know what to say for a moment.
If there really is an afterlife, they must know that they are living a decent life, right?
She continued to stand in front of the tombstones, stunned for a while, until the sun shone in and stung Lin Luo's eyes, causing some pain. She suddenly came to her senses, took a last look at the tombstones, and left.
"...I miss you guys."
No one knew who had left these words, as light as a whisper, and they soon disappeared under the bright sunshine.
Lin Luo, who had just entered the house from the back door, hadn't even changed his shoes when he saw Yun Shu peeking out from the living room, with a hint of caution in her eyes and movements.
The key point is that there is a little "cat" less than a month old squatting at the feet of this guy, also looking at Lin Luo with its big round eyes.
Lin Luo: "Yun Shu, Xiao Bai...what are you doing?"
Xiaobai naturally didn't answer Lin Luo, but after hearing Lin Luo calling its name, it took the initiative to walk to Lin Luo's feet with elegant steps.
She stretched her neck and rubbed Lin Luo's ankle, while her thick, furry tail swung back and forth, like a noble little lady acting coquettishly to you.
Lin Luo smiled and reached out to hold Xiaobai in his arms, while touching its soft and shiny fur.
As expected, furry things are very healing. At this moment, she suddenly understood the feelings of those cat and dog owners who treat them as their own children.
What's more, her little white dog is particularly smart and loves cleanliness.
Although Lin Luo has never restricted Xiaobai's actions, it seems to be naturally lazy.
Even when basking in the sun, it usually prefers to go to the clean sunroom on the third floor. I rarely see it running out of the yard.
This is in stark contrast to Xiao Hei, who runs around the mountains whenever he has time.
Yun Shu walked out with a normal expression, "Lolo, are you still making Qingming rice cakes?"
Qingming rice cake is also a major feature of the Qingming Festival.
Some diligent families had already prepared it two days in advance, but Lin Luo and Yun Shu had classes the day before yesterday and it rained yesterday, so they didn't go to collect the most important ingredient for Qingming cake - mugwort.
Originally, the two of them, or Lin Luo, had no intention of making this, but yesterday Grandma Yao sent them some rice cakes she made, which suddenly piqued Lin Luo's interest again.
Since there was nothing else to do, Lin Luo and Yun Shu put on rubber shoes and walked towards the mountainside. There was the most wild mugwort here, and it was still lush even after being picked by many villagers.
Did they pick any fruit? They returned with a full load in less than an hour.
Lin Luo was responsible for washing the mugwort leaves and squeezing out the green juice, while Yun Shu prepared the filling.
First, cut a piece of previously marinated wild boar meat and cut it into small dices. Then add Lin Luo’s favorite snow vegetables, diced white mushrooms and diced bamboo shoots. Stir-fry them all in oil first. Let them cool down so that they are easier to wrap.
The sweet filling that Yunshu likes is even simpler. She already has experience in making glutinous rice balls. The red bean paste filling is like cotton paste and you don’t even need to chew it when you take a bite.
Then continue to take out the glutinous rice flour from before, but this time the water used to knead the dough was replaced with mugwort juice.
The dough made in this way will also be green, and it will be even greener when it is steamed.
In order to make this Qingming cake more beautiful, Lin Luo found the mold that his grandmother used to make mooncakes from the pile of miscellaneous items, laid the base, put the filling in, and then closed it.
A beautiful and exquisite Qingming cake with patterns appears on the stove.
Finally, put it in the steamer and wait for it to be taken out of the pot.
Twenty minutes later.
"Salty taste suits my taste."
After taking a bite of the rice cake with the fragrance of mugwort, Lin Luo let out a sigh unique to the salty party.
Especially the salty and fragrant wild boar meat combined with the crispy bamboo shoots, it is absolutely amazing!
Of course Yun Shu would not argue with Lin Luo about sweet or salty. She just smiled and ate another one filled with red bean paste.
On this holiday that should be sad, there is warmth between the two people.
In front of the four tombstones on the mountain in the backyard, four bunches of wild chrysanthemums appeared at some point. They looked like they were picked from the mountain, and they matched the ones Lin Luo had placed before, as if telling them that Luo Luo had someone to take care of her, so they didn't have to worry.
The author has something to say: How are you so smart! You guessed it right on the first try!
The caracal is so cute and adorable that I just want to rub its fur!
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