Chapter 343
Ever since the kittens learned to crawl, they've added a new pastime to their daily routine: a starting point and an end point. They love watching the children crawl around. The kittens are incredibly accommodating, playing with their colorful clothes and crawling around at such a young age. If they're not playing games, they're just sitting there quietly.
I still feel a little scared when I think about it today. What would I do if she fell to the ground when we were sleeping together that night?
He told Wang Jiazhi to squat and hide under the bed, leaving no one to catch her on the other side. Then the other two asked the child to keep crawling, to see if she would continue crawling and fall to the ground. The child looked under the bed, then turned and crawled toward him.
Wang Jiazhi sighed. Sure enough, her daughter was much smarter than she was. She thought, if only she had been a child, she would have foolishly crawled to the ground. Like a military dog, knowing it would die, but still acting on command, she sighed internally.
Wang Jiazhi had a fireplace in his study, not just for decoration but perfectly usable. He had someone bring some wood to light a fire and spread a large, soft rug in front of it so the children could play in front of it.
When the kitten saw the flame, it stretched out its two little hands and started babbling happily.
They sat in front of the fireplace, not talking much, just watching the fire with the children. Snowflakes drifted outside, and the fire in the fireplace burned inside. You could hear the crackling sound of burning wood. The carpet was so soft and comfortable to sit on. The four kittens also came over and huddled together in front of the fireplace, enjoying the most primitive warmth.
Now is the time when there are the most cats in the house. There are two original cats. We took in a pregnant cat that gave birth to six kittens. Last year's calico cat came back for the winter. It was a little surprised when it came back because there were so many more kittens.
It seems that both humans and animals like primitive things very much. That should be people's nostalgia for the original origin of life.
Bonfires, barbecues, farming, hunting, aren’t they all the same?
Someone once said that many people in cities like fishing, which is actually a kind of fascination with primitive hunting in the bones of human beings.
Human desire for conquest is also an extension of hunting. For example, some people who like mountain climbing do not care about the scenery along the way and simply enjoy the pleasure of reaching the top.
But those who carved this and built that on the cliffs, and the pyramids and so on. Modern people are always proud to talk about miracles and conquering nature, and their desire to conquer is too exaggerated to be speechless.
She believed that the people who built those structures never intended to create miracles, let alone conquer nature, but simply to accomplish something they felt needed to be done. The ancients had great reverence for nature, and the idea of conquering it was simply treasonous.
People nowadays seem to regard conquering nature as something extremely glorious. This is really stupid and ridiculous, just like Kuafu chasing the sun or an ant trying to shake a tree.
Wang Jiazhi recalled a time when she and her grandmother lived in the countryside. She and her mother sat on small stools beside her as she burned straw in front of the stove. Grandma would toss a piece of tender corn or a handful of wheat into the fire, and as it burned, a delicate fragrance, mixed with the aroma of burnt rice, was incredibly delicious. The corn and wheat were incredibly delicious when cooked. The outside was charcoal-black, but not at all bitter; it was incredibly fragrant, and the kernels inside were incredibly fragrant and juicy.
She remembered when she was nine or ten years old, she was at her grandmother's house. At noon, her mother fell asleep in bed, and her grandmother came over to get a quilt and gently covered her mother. Her mother was doting and loving. In fact, her mother was only thirty years old at that time, because she felt that she had understood some things and was old enough, she felt that her mother was a little old, and her grandmother was very old.
My mother was also my grandmother's daughter. Could she have known that her daughter would die young, that she would toil all her life, that her husband didn't take good care of her before his death, and that he only treated her as a burden? Fortunately, my grandmother was gone by then. As she later lamented, "Thank goodness my mother is gone, otherwise, how devastated she would have been if she had known what happened to her." Later, she reflected, "If my mother were still here, perhaps that thing wouldn't have happened. I always have to consider my mother's face." It was because she had nothing, no family left, that she felt so careless at that time. It was so self-deprecating.
She looked at her daughter. Although she looked like him in most aspects, she also had the thick hair and long legs that were inherited from her family. Blood was truly a magical thing.
She leaned her head on his shoulder and said, "My grandmother didn't live past 50, my mother didn't live past 40, I..."
She thought about how she hadn't lived past thirty, but she was still very far from it. People say you haven't lived past a certain age, but you're almost there.
She smiled and said, "People say that a family's blessings are limited. Some people have a lot, while others have very little. I think the blessings of the women in our family must be reserved for her."
He smiled and said, "Then all my blessings will be given to you."
"Don't talk nonsense. I have my own. Don't you think you have enough blessings in this life?"
He stroked her hair and said, "Yes, you are my greatest blessing."
After a while, he took the cats and moved them further away from the fire to prevent sparks from flying onto them and singeing their fur.
The room was so warm, and the crackling of the fire made them especially sleepy. When they grew tired of sitting, they lay on the carpet and watched the child crawl around. After a while, they couldn't bear to let her go any longer, so they held her and played with her. The child fell asleep in his arms, and one of the cats, like the child, snuggled up in his arms and slept soundly, while the other three slept at his feet. He closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep too.
In a daze, he felt that the child and cat in his arms were taken away, and the cat at his feet seemed to be taken away as well, and then a furry cat crawled back into his arms.
He opened his eyes and saw that she was all that was left beside him, clinging to his chest. The child and the cat had been sent away.
He held her tightly with his two claws and continued to sleep.
But she didn't want to sleep like this. She remembered many novels and movies with the same plot, a cold winter day, two people chatting by the fireplace, and then...
She wants to try...
At this time, she thought of the dream again. She felt that she couldn't be irresponsible and not get married. The second time, she was determined to succeed. At that time, she remembered a story in "Sanyan Erpai".
A high-ranking official, seeking revenge against a highly accomplished monk, tasked a prostitute with seducing him and breaking his rites. Success would grant her a higher rank. Faced with such a powerful temptation, the woman returned home and spent the night conferring with her mother. They were incredibly clever, knowing that every trade had its own ways. Their experience proved that even the most dazzling and charming women would be useless against such an awe-inspiring gentleman. They needed a different approach. They would disguise themselves as a respectable woman, a young widow, dressed in mourning clothes, looking pitiful and delicate.
Then, one snowy night, the woman, frail and dressed in mourning, came to the temple seeking help. She had lost her way while visiting her husband's grave and was cold and weak. The monk, moved with pity, let her stay overnight. During the night, the woman cried out in agony, saying her old illness had come back and she was in excruciating pain. When her husband was alive, he would rest his belly against someone else's, which relieved the pain. To help her, the monk did the same, with no ill intentions at first, but gradually, he actually broke his vow.
In fact, many things are more likely to fail if the purpose is too clear from the beginning, because it may require the other party to strengthen their will. This is probably the result of deceiving others or making them let their guard down at the beginning.
"It's so hot."
"yes."
"But I still want to stick to you." She moaned, and then said, "I'm cool, no matter how hot the weather is."
She pulled his clothes up, exposing a part of her body and pressing against him. He just didn't do that to her. Normally, he didn't mind it and even liked it.
"Isn't it cool and comfortable?"
"Yes." At that time, he didn't know what would happen next, so he easily took the bait in the first step.
This dream, after she woke up, she had played a similar game with him, but it was different. Back then, he was still a shy little boy, and it was really fun. He tried hard to control himself, but he couldn't help himself. Now, with just a little move, he knew what she wanted to do and could do whatever she wanted without any struggle or restraint. He thought she was just playing a joke on him.
Thinking of this, she stroked his fur, wondering how such a handsome man in his youth could become so frumpy when he got old. What on earth had he been through?
He felt his body getting hotter and hotter, and sweating more and more. He opened his eyes...
The little girl walked around with the child and came back. When she got to the door, she saw a calico that had somehow escaped from prison and was squatting at the door, following the window. She put her ear to the wall, listening to the sounds inside, and her face flushed.
However, even when Wang Jiazhi screamed, her voice was still that of a little girl.
The little girl hurriedly and quietly carried the child downstairs, sat down and put the child on her lap, still thinking about what had just happened. With a red face, she looked at the white, tender and soft kitten in front of her, thinking that this was how she came.
This was Wang Jiazhi's first time. The carpet was so soft and warm...
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