Cats Care
A tree seemed to come alive, pulling its roots out of the soil and chasing me with a grin.
I ran desperately until I was exhausted. In a flash, the tree changed its appearance and turned into a tall man.
The chains extending from his hands were like cold venomous snakes, they saw me as prey and wanted to bring me back to their master.
I almost felt my heart stop beating.
As I was running away, I noticed a child standing in front of me. He was a black-haired, phoenix-eyed child wearing Tsushima family clothes. Who was that? Why was he here?
In order to leave, I didn't have time to care about anything else. I quickly passed by him. After running for a distance, I felt worried and looked back at him.
But I could only see that his chest was pierced and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth. He smiled at me gently.
It seems like it is saying something to me.
I can't hear you, what are you saying? I tried to read his lips.
…
"roku (velvet)"
……"elder brother!"
I woke up from my sleep, covered in cold sweat. My wind turned into a little man and touched my face on my shoulder, but I just buried my face in my arms and curled up in the corner.
Dazai Suzuki must be a squeamish person. He started having nightmares after being away from his brother for two days. It's useless.
It was still dark at this time and Youxing was still sleeping. She did not wake up because of my talking in her dream.
I breathed a sigh of relief. It would be better if fewer people knew about such an embarrassing thing. I couldn't sleep, so I simply put on my clothes and went out to get some fresh air.
For someone like me with special abilities, enjoying the breeze is undoubtedly the best way to relax.
[Let’s fly!]
[I said, only those who run faster can enjoy the good wind!]
[No, no, people like breezes!]
[Hey, you are the wind! Why do you care whether humans like it or not?]
[…Why do you care so much? I just want to know what you want.]
[It rained yesterday, and there are so many tiny water droplets on my body]
[I walked around this big bowl yesterday and saw a poor kid. I wanted to be his wind.]
[You are crazy, that kid must have had a cold]
[If you become someone else's wind, you can't run around randomly...]
[It doesn't matter. We are the wind. I want to take care of that kid. That's it. I'm leaving.]
[You will regret it!]
[It will regret it!]
The wind today is quite noisy.
"Can you tell me something interesting?"
[Wow, human child!]
[The human child is talking to me!]
The wind is very simple, and as a "rare animal" like me, it seems that I can always easily win their favor.
[Today, there was an old man feeding cats in the park. He was feeding the cats from a distance.]
[In the end, the cat still rejected me]
[Xiao Mi said that in all the years he has been in Yokohama, he has never seen anything like this...]
[I know what Xiao Mi is talking about: wanting to feed the cat while looking at the person who wants to kill the cat]
[At that time, Ah Ju also said that the uncle's dried fish was really delicious, otherwise Ah Ju would not dare to stay in the small park when the uncle came]
[The dried fish smells really good. We will let you smell it when the time comes.]
Me: “…Okay.”
[The uncle recently adopted another human, with black hair and eyes that always squint. I don’t know how he sees the road.]
[He seems to like snacks very much. Many times when I came out of the dessert shop and ran into him, he happily ran to the dessert shop.]
[Hey, here comes another human child!]
I turned around and found a Nakahara Chuuya, pah, it was blown away by the wind.
"What brought you here?"
He was asking me why I went up to the roof. I am different from my brother. I don’t like lying and I’m not good at lying, so I like to tell the truth.
"Come up and get some fresh air."
Nakahara Chuuya raised his eyebrows and said, "Children from the slums don't have the leisure and elegance to do this."
I tilted my head. "Then why did Chuuya come up here?"
Nakahara Nakaya didn't say anything. I felt that his expression seemed to be speechless at one moment, and as if he had constipation at another moment. In short, it was like an overturned palette, very interesting.
I thought I understood what he was saying, and suddenly I realized, "So Zhong is not a child from the slums."
Nakahara Chuuya's face fell, and he said with a look of deep resentment, "How could I not be? I just... saw you down there so I came up to see what you were doing."
He spoke very quickly. Fortunately, I was trained by the wind, so I thought for a while and came to a conclusion.
"It turns out that you are here to care about me too!"
The moment I said this, he denied it fiercely, "No!"
I blinked, feeling a little aggrieved. Male organisms are so hard to understand. This topic is too difficult. Dazai Rong chose to give up.
Nakahara Chuuya realized that he had overreacted, so he scratched his head and sat next to me. After thinking for a while, he asked me, "Can't you sleep?"
I answered him, "I had a nightmare, not that I couldn't sleep."
“…Isn’t this just because I can’t sleep?”
"It's not that I couldn't sleep." I still insisted, "I just woke up suddenly and wanted to come up to get some fresh air."
The sun came out halfway, and in an instant dyed most of the Iron Street golden, making this place, known as the "scar" of Yokohama, sparkle brightly.
From where I sat, I could occasionally see a few rag-picking adults or children stretching out in the sun after experiencing even colder nights.
I propped my chin up with one hand and half-closed my eyes—as the temperature rose, I felt sleepy unconsciously.
"I'll go pick up the bottles later and teach people in the evening."
Nakahara Chuuya nodded in understanding, and looked around as if he remembered something, but he didn't find it, so he said to me, "Wait a moment."
Then, he disappeared in a flash. His “wait a minute” was really quick.
Because he suddenly appeared beside me again, and the wind he stirred up blew up my hair.
He handed me a blue bracelet and said, "Here, wear this and the people in the Iron Street won't bully you."
I imitated Youxing and put the bracelet on my hand. Hmm, does this mean that I am recognized as a sheep?
Zhongyuan Zhong was worried and gave me two more words of advice.
"If you encounter something bad, remember to run fast. If the people in Iron Street are pushed into a corner, they won't care whether you are a sheep or not. It doesn't matter if you don't pick up any bottles. You still have classes to attend when you come back in the evening..."
I listened to him patiently, thinking that this was the first time I had encountered such a thing.
As Nakahara Chuuya was talking, he seemed to be more worried when he saw that I just said "OK" and took out a breakfast for me.
"If you are bullied, remember to come back and tell me. No matter who comes, I can help you get revenge."
He gave a crazy smile.
Seeing that I was confused, Zhongyuan Zhongye suddenly became furious and poked my forehead with a finger, "Do you understand or not?"
I was completely awakened by his yelling. I held my head and nodded randomly, then ran away and shouted at him with a vengeful mentality:
"I know, I know, Mom Chuuya!"
The sky was already bright and most of the people in the Sheep had gotten up, so most of them could hear my roar.
Nakahara Chuuya: ...Hey, this □□ brat!
I shook my head, thinking of the dazed look of the little girl just now, and sighed in my heart. I don’t know who raised such a child. It seems that she is really easy to be bullied.
*
While eating breakfast, holding a woven bag and looking at the blue bracelet on my hand, the sunshine today is so beautiful, especially when it shines on my hand.
My special ability is particularly suitable for picking up bottles, because the wind can tell me where there are bottles to pick up.
But sometimes mistakes occur. For example, they, with an IQ similar to that of a seven-year-old child, cannot distinguish which bottles can be picked up and which cannot.
Following their guidance, I picked up——
A drifting bottle with an envelope, a black bag with two kittens in it, a glass box with beetle specimens, and two single-finger gloves that look like they are meant to fit over an adult's middle finger...
The black bag containing the two kittens was picked up on the shore. They were already deflated when I picked them up.
I buried them under a small tree, which is some distance away from any river - I kind of hope that they will never be touched by water again in their next life.
As for the last thing I mentioned above, I encountered it at the edge of the pit on Rue des Roches. I saw it lying in the garbage. Although I didn't recognize it, I felt disgusted by it subconsciously.
After I buried the kittens and stared at the small mound of earth where they were buried, an old man stood beside me and asked me, "Little boy, what are you doing?"
I told him the story of how I met these two kittens:
I saw them on the coast. They were in a black garbage bag and looked like two wine bottles.
I knew that wine bottles could also be sold for money, and at that time I thought how lucky I was that I could pick up two wine bottles at once.
Who would have thought that when they opened it, they saw two cold little kittens, their fur was soaked and their stomachs were filled with sea water, as if they had drunk enough milk.
Its eyes were closed - it was as if it was still happily sleeping in its mother's arms.
The old man was silent for a while, then he bent down and touched my head tentatively. Seeing that I didn't resist, he rubbed it.
When I saw his three different colors of hair, I inexplicably thought of the calico cat. It is said that meeting a calico cat is a symbol of luck. I couldn't help but feel that this grandpa would understand me very well.
So I asked him
"Grandpa, do cats care about the person who hurts them?"
The old man suddenly froze, and after a moment he came to his senses and laughed.
"I never thought that I've reached the age where people call me grandpa... Cats don't care about those who hurt them. Cats have already gone to find delicious dried fish in their next life!"
The words of the old man made me feel bitter when I recalled them in the future, but now I frowned unconsciously.
"Grandpa, how could Cat not care?"
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