Thinking this, he licked his paws, turned and left. He was still a little sleepy and wanted to sleep a little longer.
Xu Qiaoqiao carefully placed the snowball on the windowsill, as the temperature inside was too high and it would melt quickly.
Although it would melt sooner or later, which is the law of nature, Xu Qiaoqiao still wanted it to melt more slowly. She looked at the ugly snowball and smiled happily.
The moment the snow completely melts will herald the arrival of spring, but this spring will still not be a good season, not only for cats, but also for their owners.
Grandma is quite old. She has visited Xiaoxue a few times since Xiaoxue was born. Although the cat owner visits her often, they still meet very rarely.
It's all because of her health. In the past two years, various parts of my grandmother's body have become less and less functional.
This spring, my grandmother was hospitalized.
On the day she went to see her grandmother with her pet owner, Xu Qiaoqiao stayed in her bag, looking at the frail old woman on the bed. Her eyes were tightly closed, and her breathing was pitifully light.
When I last met her, Grandma was still in good health. She cooked dinner for Xu Qiaoqiao, and it was delicious.
It hasn't been that long, it was around the time of the Lunar New Year, Xu Qiaoqiao recalled some past events. She curled up in Jun Qi's arms, her nose feeling sore.
"Meow."
Junjun, I feel like crying.
Jun Qi knew that Xu Qiaoqiao was not feeling well. He also remembered this kind old man. The aura emanating from him was both familiar and unfamiliar to him.
It's like a rotting leaf.
Time, too, is taking her away now.
Grandma woke up not long ago and only said a few words to everyone. Everyone was feeling bad at that moment, and even Xiaoxue, who was usually naughty, was unusually quiet.
After saying a few words, Grandma fell asleep again. They had originally planned to come and visit again when Grandma was feeling better.
But there was no next time.
The old man's funeral was very grand, and the whole village came.
After the crowd dispersed, Xu Qiaoqiao took Junjun and the children to meet their grandmother.
"Meow."
Da Mao called out softly, and seeing the rectangular object, he suddenly asked Xu Qiaoqiao a question: "Mom, is this death?"
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