Wenmo has raised stray cats before. The cat that his parents have now is one he picked up and has raised since elementary school. It's almost an old cat now.
"That's amazing. It's freezing outside, and you've managed to hold on until now." He glanced at the little one his cousin was holding and couldn't help but praise her.
The damp cold of the south is enough to penetrate a cotton coat, let alone a cat's thin layer of fur. It was lucky that these two were able to find it.
"What should we do?"
Xia Lian asked blankly, her hands moving very carefully, afraid of hurting the cat.
"Let's get him checked out at a hospital first. From the outside, he doesn't seem to have any serious injuries. Anyway, let the doctor examine him first."
Wen Mo exhaled a breath of cold air, his teeth chattering from the cold wind, while he pondered how much a check-up at the vet would cost.
He's an experienced person; he knows that a single visit to the vet will cost at least a thousand or two thousand yuan, just like the old cat he picked up earlier.
For stray cats and dogs with serious injuries or illnesses, the price starts at around 10,000 yuan.
"I hope Dad won't blame me," Wen Mo murmured to himself, gazing at the all-black kitten.
"What did Wen Mo just say?"
"It's nothing, it's just that at times like this that I realize my dad is a real man."
They give you living expenses without batting an eye.
Wen Mo switched the bag to his other hand, put his free arm on Xia Lian's shoulder, and touched her face from time to time.
"Let's go find the nearest pet hospital."
...
Luckily, the black cat wasn't seriously injured; it had just been keeping its eyes closed because it couldn't stand the cold.
After just a routine check, her wallet was significantly emptied, but it wasn't too bad, since it wasn't Wen Mo's bank card that was deducted. At that moment, Wen Yiquan was staring blankly at the bank card where the money had been deducted.
Wenmo lay on the sofa, his hands behind his head, staring blankly at the pure white ceiling.
He now understands why his father didn't want to keep a cat back then, because it was really troublesome, expensive and laborious, especially since it was a stray cat they picked up from the street.
If it weren't for genuine compassion, the examination fee of just over a thousand yuan would have been enough to cause trouble for others.
"Raising a cat isn't easy; you have to be sincere to get sincerity in return," he said casually, his gaze shifting to the newly created cat bed in the living room.
Xia Lian squatted beside the cat's bed with clear eyes, occasionally reaching out to poke the black cat's back, lost in thought.
After a long while, she slowly raised her head, her gaze towards Wen Mo somewhat evasive, as if she had become the same color as the black cat sleeping soundly in its little nest.
"sorry……"
"Why are you apologizing all of a sudden? You didn't do anything wrong." Wen Mo stood up, patted his bottom, walked over to his cousin, squatted down, and together they observed the cat's condition.
Wasn't he the same when he was a child? He didn't understand how much it cost to raise a cat; he just felt sorry for the cat and wanted to save it, completely disregarding how much it would cost.
If it were Wenmo now, he could more or less understand his father's mentality.
Wen Mo moved closer, put his arm around Xia Lian's shoulder, swayed her back and forth a couple of times, and pulled her into his arms, resting her head on Wen Mo's neck.
"Since I've decided to raise this guy, I must take good care of him." A few strands of hair drifted to Wen Mo's nose, and a fresh, girlish scent wafted into his heart.
"Um."
Xia Lian nodded, her expression serious.
Looking at her like this, Wen Mo found it a bit funny. He had only wanted to hear this girl meow like a cat, but now he had actually brought home a cat.
That park is usually deserted, especially now that it's freezing cold outside, so finding it is quite a stroke of luck.
"Let's give it a name, let's think about it."
Touching Xia Lian's head, Wen Mo smiled.
"name."
“Yes, you can name it whatever you want. Just think of one that you think is suitable.” Wen Mo patted her shoulder and they both looked at the cat in the little house.
He had actually already thought of a name, but it was a little inappropriate to say it aloud.
This cat is entirely black, making it almost invisible at night, and it's also quite small.
I originally wanted to call it "Little Blackie," but after thinking about it, I decided against it. That name is a bit too far-fetched.
Xia Lian lowered her head, seemingly trying to think. After a long while, a flash of inspiration struck her, and she raised her eyes to say a few words slowly and deliberately.
"The ultimate dark wings that sing with the dragon's flames of magic".
"My God! That's so cool!" Wen Mo clutched his chest, thinking that the name really was incredibly cool.
Suddenly, he blinked and felt that the name he had just heard sounded strangely familiar, as if something was off.
"Xiao Lian, did you come up with this name yourself?"
Seeing this, Xia Lian shook her head slightly and gestured with her hand to indicate the size of a notebook, "I saw a notebook in Wen Mo's room before."
"It's written on there... a lot of things I can't understand."
"Very handsome."
"So I... remembered it..."
As she spoke, she carefully recalled a few classic lines from the film, such as, "I will save this world!"
"Want to look into my eyes? Ha, how utterly ignorant."
"Those who cannot recognize themselves will forever be immersed in the genjutsu of the Mangekyou Sharingan."
When all the words had been spoken, Xia Lian realized that Wen Mo was already lying down in the living room. The next second, he covered his ears with both hands and rolled around on the floor like a madman.
"Forget it, forget it, forget it...!"
She only stopped rolling when she was exhausted, as if all her strength had been drained. Her eyes were empty, but the blush on her face had not yet faded.
His skin turned red.
That notebook had always been lying on his old desk. Wen Mo had considered taking it and destroying it countless times, but in the end he thought better of it. All the memories of this teenager's teenage years were written in it, and it would be a shame to burn it, as it would mean losing a piece of his memories.
About a minute later, Wen Mo raised an arm, like a dried-up corpse whose soul had been drained, and tremblingly uttered his last words, "Could you... change my name..."
After saying that, he closed his eyes, as if he were dead.
Social death.
"Huh? But, the black wings... are really cool."
The next second after hearing this, Wen Mo was instantly revived. He got up, dusted himself off, and then smiled again.
"Thank you for thinking it's cool, but please try to change your name."
He didn't want his embarrassing past to become his pet's name, so that people would call him that every day and give him goosebumps every time.
Xia Lian didn't quite understand, but she nodded and, after thinking for a while, changed her name again.
"The Dark Flame Envoy?"
"The children's channel was mistakenly used; we don't have the copyright here."
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