Chapter 89 Cat, you are an experienced person, what do you want me to do?
Although this white cat's personality seems to be completely opposite to many cute kittens, it is not close to people and even seems to understand what people say. It looks like a very mature and calm cat, but when it faces the deep water in the bathtub, its first reaction is to escape.
"Hey, don't run!" Chang Xile stretched out his hand to grab the back of its neck, but missed, and instead got the corners of his clothes wet.
It didn't run far, but just stood in the corner and looked at Chang Xile quietly.
Chang Xile looked at it, then glanced at the bathtub. After comparing the two, a sudden inspiration struck him: "Are you afraid of water?"
The bathtub is too low for Chang Xile, but too deep for a cat. It's normal for her to be afraid.
The white cat blinked and said nothing.
"Oh, I forgot you can't talk." Chang Xile scratched his hair, stood up, and went to the cabinet under the sink to get a large cup. Then he squatted beside the bathtub, stretched out a hand to the white cat, and smiled softly, "Come."
Some cats are not born to be raised. Even if their owners are extremely kind to them, it will not prevent them from becoming cold-hearted or even extending their claws to defend themselves.
Maybe that's the case with the white cat, otherwise it wouldn't be wandering around.
But it remained silent, just tilting its head to observe Chang Xile.
She shuddered slightly, but kept smiling and waited patiently for it.
So, hesitantly, it took a step forward and stood beside Chang Xile. It had decided that if this little creature didn't give up and insisted on throwing it into the big pond, it would just say goodbye to her—never again.
Chang Xile put his finger on its head, and the white cat immediately became alert.
Human hands are incredibly useful. Their dexterity and strength are far beyond the reach of other animals. They can grasp weapons, or strangle a fragile being.
If the person's hand moved further down or used a little more force, it would paw her and then leave.
But the little girl seemed to be just trying to find a little fulcrum for her tilted body. She didn't exert much strength, just scooped a cup of water from the hot tub. She poured a little water on the back of her hand to test the temperature, and after confirming it was suitable, she poured it on the white cat.
The water she poured was careful to avoid its head, and she carefully smoothed out its tangled long hair.
Chang Xile felt its stiff, tense body slowly relax. Its eyes, which had previously been glued to Chang Xile, now seemed willing to close their eyes. She had seen neighborhood children caressing Meiqiu's chin. Perhaps the kitten's eyes narrowed because it felt comfortable, she thought.
After washing, the white cat did not struggle no matter whether she wrapped it with a large dry towel or turned on the roaring hair dryer to blow its body.
After everything was done, Chang Xile carried it to the bedroom and gently placed it on the carpet.
The sound of the pouring rain outside the window had stopped, leaving only the drops of water from the eaves hitting the windowsill. The white cat turned its head and glanced in the direction of the window. Chang Xile followed its gaze and said, understanding, "Are you leaving?"
The white cat was shaken by the cold air in the bedroom, and its originally confused head woke up and it regained some of its previous alertness.
When humans encounter something they like, they always want to possess it. To achieve this, they will do anything. Sometimes, if they can't get what they want, they would rather leave it incomplete than let it slip through their fingers.
Just like clipping the feathers of a bird or removing the sharp teeth of a beast.
But Chang Xile simply stood up and walked to the windowsill. She opened the window, turned around and said to it, "The rain has stopped!"
It stared at her blankly, without moving for a moment.
When Chang Xile almost doubted whether he had misunderstood, it took a few slow steps forward and jumped onto the table. Before stepping out of the window sill, it looked back at Chang Xile.
She just waved at it with a bit of regret and said, "It's late. Go home quickly and be careful on the road."
After she finished speaking, she sneezed.
Chang Xile's hair was first wet by the drizzling rain, and then her clothes were wet by the mist in the bathroom. Now, a sudden rain had just passed outside the window, and as soon as she opened the window, a cool night breeze blew in.
The white cat did not linger any longer. It looked at Chang Xile deeply and disappeared into the night.
Chang Xile closed the window and rubbed her nose. She looked at the empty, dark bedroom and reluctantly walked to the bathroom in her slippers.
She doesn't like being alone, especially in the bathroom.
Because it is easiest to see strange things in places like the bathroom late at night.
In the darkness of the night, a white cat lingered, glancing at the closed window sill from afar, thinking:
go home?
It has no home to return to.
The next day, Chang Xile woke up from a cold. It was barely dawn, and when she opened her eyes, she saw her mother standing by her bed, anxiously looking at the thermometer. Seeing Chang Xile awake, Tang Shixin softened her voice and asked, "Xile, you're awake! You have a low-grade fever. Should I take you to the hospital?"
As soon as Chang Xile spoke, she realized how nasal her voice was and how hoarse her voice was. She shivered and said, "I'm cold."
She had some difficulty remembering what happened last night. It seemed as if a gust of wind had just passed through her body, and then she felt light all over.
This time, she was ill for a long time and didn't recover. She slept most of the day, occasionally waking up from discomfort. She had a high fever, but her body felt extremely cold.
After another long sleep, Chang Xile opened his eyes and noticed a ray of sunlight coming in through the window.
It's a sunny day today.
She sat up wrapped in a thick blanket, rubbing her nose as she walked towards the window. Chang Xile struggled to open the window, letting in the warm sunshine.
Sure enough, if you're sick, you should get more sun. Chang Xile sat on a chair and poured herself a cup of hot water. She subconsciously glanced at the windowsill, but didn't see the kitten.
That's normal. Who says kittens like to wander around? Maybe they have something to do. Unlike Chang Xile, who wasted her time at home day after day, she opened an old book, the pages rustling past, stopping at her bookmarked page.
She felt weak, so she lay down to read. As expected, she fell asleep again, the blanket slipped from her shoulders, and the sun was gradually obscured by thick clouds.
When Chang Xile woke up again, she found herself lying in bed, her body no longer cold. She subconsciously touched her forehead and it seemed that her fever had subsided. She was covered tightly with a blanket. She turned her head to see if her mother had come back and carried her to bed.
But the mother didn't see it, but saw a familiar kitten.
She opened her mouth in surprise, but after a long pause, only one word came out: "Cat!"
The white cat was lying on the desk, basking in the sun. When it heard the sound, it lazily turned its head to look at her. This time, Chang Xile felt that she understood what it meant: "Human, what do you want me to do?"
Chang Xile smiled and waved at it: "Come here."
Although the white cat still looked indifferent, it jumped off the table very obediently and came to Chang Xile's bed.
Chang Xile picked it up and held it in his arms, gently stroking the fur on its back, and said, "Long time no see. I was sick a few days ago, so I couldn't play with you."
As she spoke, she laughed and tilted her head in thought: "But as soon as I saw you today, my illness was cured!"
The white cat looked at her again, and Chang Xile felt that she was not mistaken. It had been feeling a little disgusted with Chang Xile since it saw her today.
It wasn't its fault for being rude. Who would sleep at their desk with the windows wide open while running a high fever, wearing only a thin nightgown? If it hadn't happened to pass by, her fever would have easily exceeded 40°C, let alone recovered, and she would have been completely paralyzed by then.
But Chang Xile didn't take it too seriously. She just said with some distress, "Do you have a name? I always call you Cat, but that's not a big deal."
The white cat glanced at her. It didn't think there was anything wrong with the nickname "cat".
"Any kitten in the world can be called 'cat.' If I only call you 'cat,' who would know which kitten I'm calling?" Chang Xile smiled, stroking his chin. "Can I give you a name?"
The white cat lay down in her arms. To it, these were all unimportant and meaningless things.
But Chang Xile took this as a very important matter. She pondered over it for a long time without saying anything. When she was almost drowsy, she was awakened by a crisp and excited "Got it!"
Chang Xile pushed it aside. The white cat rolled over and was pressed down by the heavy quilt. After a while, it finally crawled out from under the "mountain". It shook its fur and looked at Chang Xile unhappily.
By this time, she had returned with something—a red Chinese knot hanging on the wall. She described it with a serious expression, "When I was little, I was always sick, and it wouldn't go away. My grandma got this for me from the temple. It means peace and happiness for me!"
Chang Xile looked down at it with a bright smile. The white cat didn't understand what she meant and just stared at her fingertips.
"As soon as I met you, I was cured of all my illnesses." She pointed at the white cat and said, "How about calling you Ping An? It matches my name perfectly."
After saying that, she ignored the cat's wishes, propped herself up on the quilt with both hands, leaned close to it and called out three times: "Safe, safe, safe——"
"Remember? From now on, when I call out the name Ping An, you should know that I'm calling you." Chang Xile said seriously, "I'm not calling any other cat, I'm calling you Ping An!"
The white cat glanced at Chang Xile and turned its head to the other side with a lack of interest.
Chang Xile wasn't discouraged. A kitten couldn't understand human speech, after all. If she meowed more often, she'd achieve...what effect was that in the book?
"Pavlov's cat!" Chang Xile nodded with a very confident tone.
Ping An looked back at her in disbelief, and rarely opened his mouth to say something.
But it took a long time before it could hold back.
Chang Xile didn't notice its emotions at all, and just continued to call out sweetly: "Peace, peace, peace, peace--" trying to cultivate its acquired habit.
However, as footsteps were heard outside the stairs, Ping An suddenly stood up from the bed. Before Chang Xile could react, he ran out through the window.
Chang Xile was still in a daze when the door handle was already opened.
"Xi Le, how are you feeling today? Is your fever gone?"
It’s my mother’s voice!
Chang Xile called out sweetly, "Mom——" and got out of bed and ran to the door.
She hugged Tang Shixin's waist and smiled sweetly.
"What's wrong with this child?" Tang Shixin was startled by her enthusiasm. She reached out and touched her forehead, muttering to herself, "She's not stupid. The fever has subsided."
Chang Xile was afraid her mother would scold her for sleeping on the desk while wearing thin clothes, so she started to act coquettishly: "Thank you, Mom, for carrying me to bed. It saved me from getting even sicker."
Tang Shixin was a little puzzled: "Me? I just got back from get off work.
Eh?
Chang Xile raised his head with a puzzled look.
"You can't be really crazy from the fever, right? No, I have to take your temperature again." Mom muttered and went out to find a thermometer.
Chang Xile was left looking back out the window in a daze.
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