Mu Heng was very satisfied with Song Qingmo's lack of defense against him. His eyes were filled with malice, but his smile became brighter. Just wait a little longer, it will be almost time...
One day, Song Qingmo was about to go to the restaurant for lunch when a kitten suddenly stumbled into his arms. Startled, Song Qingmo quickly reached out his hand, "What a close call! I'm glad I got it." Song Qingmo looked at the kitten still scratching his chest, lifted its scruff of the neck, and lowered his head to look at it. Seeing this, the cat flapped its two paws in the air quickly. "You are still a little pervert, with no boundaries at all. You dare to scratch my clothes? Do you know they are very expensive?" The eyes of the man and the cat met, and he found that the cat seemed to be staring at him with an unspeakable coldness. Song Qingmo was so angry that he poked him with his finger, and the cat finally let go of its cold expression and dug two taels of ground with its claws.
Song Qingmo used his free hand to touch the kitten's pink nose and discovered that it looked quite good. Its fur was fluffy and white, and its eyes were heterochromatic. Could it be a Linqing lion cat? Song Qingmo was puzzled and poked the kitten's belly. The cat quickly covered its belly, its eyes fixed on Song Qingmo, as if accusing him of being the scoundrel.
Seeing the accusation in its cold expression, Song Qingmo stopped teasing him and took it into his arms. The cat did not embarrass Song Qingmo and lay down in Song Qingmo's arms obediently. However, the look in its eyes when it looked at Song Qingmo was still so annoying.
Song Qingmo waited for a few minutes, holding the kitten, but no one showed up. Instead, a large group of young women came to look at him and the kitten, snapping photos. A refined, handsome young man in a suit, holding a cool cat, was truly captivating. Song Qingmo twitched his toes awkwardly under the gazes of the people, but his expression remained calm, remaining composed.
After an unknown amount of time, Song Qingmo heard the sound of wheels turning from behind. The kitten, upon hearing this sound, suddenly stopped lying down. Its white furry ears twitched, and its eyes suddenly widened. It stood up from Song Qingmo's arms, poked its little head out, and looked behind him.
Song Qingmo was curious about what had caused this cat ancestor to go to such great lengths. He was about to turn around, but the sound of the wheels had already reached Song Qingmo's side. The kitten, which had been silent since encountering Song Qingmo, now meowed excitedly. But it still didn't jump out of Song Qingmo's arms. "Young man, it seems Yunyun likes you very much." A low but powerful elderly voice sounded.
An old man wearing a brown coat, gold-rimmed glasses and a few white hairs jumped into Song Qingmo's sight.
Song Qingmo looked at the foreign grandfather in front of him, whose age had not yet damaged his beauty. Why was he sitting in a wheelchair? He stared at the wheelchair under the old man, realizing his impoliteness, and quickly bent down and said respectfully, "This is your cat. It's really cute. And Grandpa, are you from abroad?..." Song Qingmo said the last part, then realized that he shouldn't pry into other people's affairs, and immediately stopped talking. An apologetic smile appeared on his face.
Stephen didn't mean to blame Song Qingmo, he just stretched out his hand from his leg. Yunyun seemed to be summoned and jumped off Song Qingmo reluctantly, "Hey, slow down, my little ancestor, you are trying to kill me." Yunyun didn't say anything, just meowed a few more times and lay on the old man's legs.
The old man gently stroked Yunyun's back, and slowly his voice sounded again, "I came from abroad and came here to find someone."
"My friend, we are destined to meet. Can you talk to me?" Stephen spoke standard Chinese, as if he had lived in China for a long time.
Song Qingmo was also pleased, because he sensed no ill will from this foreign grandfather, and inexplicably found him quite approachable. "Grandpa, it's noon now. Have you had your lunch?" The old man shook his head and smiled. "I'm sick and I just take medicine every day. I don't need lunch." The old man said this, but his face didn't show any hatred for his illness. Instead, he smiled. Hearing this, Song Qingmo felt that this grandfather was no simple character.
This grandpa was truly open-minded. Song Qingmo admired him, but also felt a bit of pity. Time hadn't taken a harsh toll on his appearance, but his body had. Time was truly merciless. "Then we won't have dinner. I'll stay here and chat with you. Grandpa, do you need me to push your wheelchair and take you for a walk?"
The old man nodded, and Song Qingmo walked to the back of the wheelchair, grasped the handle and slowly pushed it up. Along the way, he always found topics to talk about himself from time to time, and then talked about the mountains and rivers he had seen. The old man did not find it boring, but nodded in cooperation, and then commented from time to time.
Before leaving, the old man waved to Song Qingmo. Even Yunyun, who had been quiet all the way, looked up reluctantly and saw Song Qingmo clinging to his sleeves, meowing anxiously several times, as if he didn't want him to leave.
Song Qingmo touched Yunyun's white, smooth and fluffy cat head with his palm. He was reluctant to let go, but this was not his cat. Song Qingmo looked at Yunyun's pitiful eyes and couldn't refuse him. He wanted to stay here for a while longer, and Stephen acquiesced to Song Qingmo.
Touching Yunyun's little paws with both hands and flipping over its little pads, Song Qingmo suddenly remembered that Grandpa Stephen said he was looking for someone, so he asked, "Grandpa Stephen, didn't you say you came to China to look for someone? Did you find that person?" Stephen looked at Song Qingmo's lowered head, secretly looking at him for a long time, and then smiled with relief, "I found him, but I don't think I need him to do anything for me anymore."
Song Qingmo looked up at that, his distinct black and white eyes revealing a hint of confusion. He'd found him, but didn't want him to do anything. So why was he looking for him? Stephen, as if seeing through Song Qingmo's thoughts, inexplicably said, "Others want to live, but that also means they lose the right to live. The continuation of life doesn't necessarily mean he alone lives on. It could also mean that even if he dies, another beautiful life continues to beat. Isn't that a kind of salvation?" Song Qingmo didn't know why the old man said that, but he nodded in agreement. At the same time, he wondered if this old man was actually a killer.
He stayed for a long time until Song Qingmo's secretary called to urge him to go back to work, and then he waved goodbye. Before leaving, Stephen took out a business card from his coat pocket. The business card was outlined with gold powder, reflecting a glittering light in the sunlight. There was only a phone number written on it, nothing else.
The sun shone in front of Stephen, and because of the backlight, it radiated light around him. Song Qingmo looked at him, like an angel from a myth. "Thank you for talking to an old man like me today. As a gift, here is my contact information. If you have any difficulties in the future, I will help you."
Song Qingmo looked at the business card in his hand and fell into deep thought. Could this be an angel descending to earth to give him merit? He was a little skeptical, but Song Qingmo still stuffed the paper into his pocket. He had a vague feeling that this would be very important to him.
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