Fang Rong hesitated. The two of them were already in dire straits, and bringing another person along would definitely mean certain death.
He touched Fang Hua's neck, unsure of what to do. If he were alone, it wouldn't matter, but he was with Fang Hua now and couldn't let Fang Hua get hurt.
Feitian's eyes dimmed. "Just take me to the city. I can live on my own."
Fang Rong sighed, "You really want to go to the city?"
"Hmm." This is very important to Feitian. "I don't want to be hiding every day, where even food and drink are a problem. Here, no matter how hard I try, I can only barely make ends meet."
It is said that children from poor families mature early. Although Feitian is still a child, he has lost both his parents and has been alone since childhood, so he is more mature than most people and speaks like an adult.
"Okay." Bringing them into the city is fine, "but if you get caught, you can't reveal us or blame us."
"No problem." Feitian was overjoyed.
His wish was so simple: he just wanted to go out and see the world.
Although Fang Rong was also an orphan, he was relatively lucky. He was born in the city, and the orphanage was also a city orphanage. People would donate money and send clothes from time to time. They ignored the fellow citizens who always bullied them and the biased managers. They lived a pretty good life.
The two reached an agreement: after eating, they would lie down and gaze at each other.
Feitian came back early today, probably because he didn't have to worry about meals and was also worried about them, so he came back with two bags full of junk.
People collect this junk every day, and the price increases as the junk accumulates. Generally, the flying object is replaced once a week, so the area is piled with garbage.
He lived in a remote part of the slum, in a very secluded location behind a shared toilet, which reeked of a foul odor.
Fang Rong put a mosquito repellent device in the room, but he almost got poisoned himself because he couldn't catch any mosquitoes.
Perhaps because it has shrunk and its antibodies have weakened, it can't even withstand mosquito coils. Of course, it's also possible that the mosquito coils were defective, counterfeit or substandard products, which Fang Hua doesn't like to smell.
They'd rather go outside than stay inside.
The flying house was half walls and half tents, and Fang Rong sat on the window of that wall.
The room was filled with mosquito coils, and the smell was so strong that he couldn't stand it and couldn't sleep at night, so he simply got up to look at the stars.
Cats are nocturnal animals, and Fang Hua was very energetic, coming over every now and then to jump on them.
Unfortunately, the wall was still very high, and there was nothing for him to use as a foothold, so he couldn't get up no matter what.
Fang Rong tossed a ball of yarn down, and the guy, unable to resist his instinctive urge, immediately ran after it.
As expected of a cat. There's a reason they say curiosity killed the cat. This guy is also full of curiosity about new things and won't be satisfied until he sees them.
A couple of days ago, the cat got pinched by a crab, which scared it so much it was terrified.
Fang Rong shook his head, picked up a grain of rice and continued carving. He planned to carve a micro-carving on the rice grain, depicting auspicious dragons and phoenixes. He had always heard how profitable micro-carving was when he was in the city center.
Now that it's smaller, I still have to carve one, and sell as many as I can.
He's quick-handed and has superpowers to assist him; he can sculpt one in just a few hours.
Feitian was already asleep. His daily labor was something an ordinary child couldn't sustain, so he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Fang Rong still had time to lament the passing of autumn and the coming of winter.
The floor inside the room was covered with a layer of ice, which was very cool and refreshing; he could feel it even sitting by the window.
A stun gun was placed next to him, illuminating his surroundings clearly. Feitian was too poor to even have electricity, and he had to rely on groping around at night.
Fang Hua had already returned, a ball of yarn in her mouth, wiggling her hips as she came over, looking at him expectantly from below.
Fang Rong beckoned, and Fang Hua, the cat, floated up with difficulty. He was still kicking wildly in the air, which made it more difficult for Fang Rong, but fortunately, she managed to pull him up.
"Stupid cat."
The silly cat licked his face.
Fang Rong sat by the window, with the other side against the wall. The silly cat sat facing him, protecting him with its two paws, and licking him from time to time.
Fang Rong took out a wet wipe and wiped her face. Before, when there were no wet wipes, she couldn't even wipe her face when it was covered in wet wipes, since there was no paper.
"Don't lick it, understand?" It's really uncomfortable to have saliva on your body.
Fang Hua wagged its tail, seemingly in response.
"Come here." Fang Rong unfolded a wet wipe that was bigger than his body. "Let me wipe you down."
Fang Hua lowered his head, letting him wipe his head first and enjoy his service. When he wiped Fang Rong's ears, the guy trembled, almost shaking Fang Rong off.
As he dodged, his foot slipped and he involuntarily fell.
Fang Hua instinctively tried to grab it with his claws. Fang Rong thought his claws were big, and he barely managed to grab them with both hands, pulling Fang Hua up with him.
Fang Hua looked at him with displeasure, "Meow~"
"It's alright, I won't die from the fall." Actually, it wasn't that high. At his current height, it looked like only three to five stories high. Even if he put on the mecha, he could still survive.
Fang Hua was startled. He bent down to let him up, and then jumped down.
It feels so good to wipe yourself down there.
There was a thin layer of ice on the ground, and as soon as he jumped down, he slid down to the bottom of the wooden plank.
The bottom was filled with a lot of dirty stuff like shoes, which would stick to your body and require a lot of washing.
Fang Rong was clinging to his back, thankfully her head wasn't sliced off by the wooden plank.
"You're so unreliable." He lowered his head, grabbed Fang Hua by the ear, and pulled him out. "You almost killed me."
Even when Fang Hua does something wrong, he behaves well and obediently pulls his ear.
After he turned into a cat, his ears became a little sensitive, and he didn't like being touched. He instinctively twitched them, showing great agility.
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