Chapter 16
I no longer cared how strange this sentence would seem to others. It was indeed a little strange that a cat and a person could become good friends, but just like when I lied to Li Ying'an before, I said that I found the phone in the trash can. This matter was also enough to be classified as outrageous, but it was indeed possible, and Teng Zheng just happened to understand what I meant.
He didn't seem surprised that humans and animals could be good friends. The only thing that surprised him was that the dead orange kitten happened to be my friend.
It doesn't seem strange that a poor guy like me, who was born without parents, has no education, and makes a living by stealing, can become good friends with a cat or a dog.
Suddenly, Teng Zheng looked at me with a look of guilt and flattery I had never seen before. "So you were waiting in that alley for your cat friend... I already understand your situation. Forget it, I won't talk about this anymore. Besides, dead dogs and cats can't be resurrected. I apologize for this matter. I'll adopt another one for you."
He spoke lightly, and when these words fell into my ears it was like a gentle spring breeze blowing across me. It happened that my heart was burning with fire, and after these words, the fire became even more difficult to control.
I dropped what I was holding and was about to yell at him, but the person on the other side was quicker than me. Teng Zheng had already taken out his cell phone.
He didn't notice that I was about to be burned. He still held his phone close to me and said, "These are some stray cats I caught recently. They look pretty normal to me."
He kept talking, completely oblivious to my tense expression and clenched fists. "Do you like orange? Let me find some for you. See if there's any—Hey!"
I slammed his phone to the ground without mercy.
With a "click", the crisp sound of the mobile phone kissing the floor tiles attracted people wandering and stopping around to watch. Their eyes seemed to penetrate the nails in the wall, tightly surrounding the scene.
I have to say that Teng Zheng’s mobile phone is of good quality. After being dropped so hard, there is no spider mark on the screen.
But this doesn't mean I can act as if it's normal. I was almost scared to death, afraid that Teng Zheng would get angry and turn me into a mobile phone on the ground, so I immediately regretted doing this.
But even though I regret it, I won't apologize.
Fortunately, Teng Zheng didn't let me embarrass myself in public.
He didn't hit me or scold me. He just bent down and calmly picked up the phone from the ground. Then, after receiving everyone's gaze, he looked around and smiled nonchalantly: "You hit my friend in the heart."
Who wants to be friends with you.
His explanation made those who were there to watch the fun smile in understanding, and then everyone dispersed.
"You little mute has a bad temper. You've accumulated all that unspoken anger and are taking it out on me, right?" Teng Zheng teased me deliberately. Seeing that I was unhappy, he quickly gave in and continued the previous topic. "I know you must still like the previous cat, but dead is dead. Why don't you get another one to distract yourself? Look at all the good cats out there."
This really proved what Teng Zheng said to the cleaning lady before, which touched my heart. I wanted to throw his phone away again and see if it could withstand the impact.
I was also thinking about making money to buy Li Ying'an a good cell phone.
"Well, look at this one. Doesn't it look quite similar to yours? It's about the same size... Look at this one, but the fur color isn't right. It's a yellow and white cat..."
His mouth kept chattering away, annoying me, like a headless fly circling around my ear. I endured it again and again, but even though I had already broken through my limits, I was still ready to make trouble.
Suddenly, my hand stopped in mid-air, and I couldn't help but widen my eyes in surprise.
There is a cat named Xiaoju!
I reached out my hand to grab it, but Teng Zheng thought I was going to do the same violent thing as throwing the phone, so he immediately raised the phone high up, and even if I jumped, I couldn't reach the edge.
Because before I saw Xiaoju, my purpose was indeed what he thought, but now, I have more urgent and important things to do.
I said almost in a panic: I don’t mean to throw your phone, I just want to see the photos!
Having experienced persecution once, Teng Zheng obviously would not believe what I said again, and he couldn't understand it anyway.
He ignored my flustered, inexplicable movements, turned off his phone, and shoved it in his pocket, as if he was about to leave. But he was determined to do so. He simply glanced up at the sky, said, "The rain has stopped," and then retreated, with a smile that tempted me to continue forward: "I'm leaving first, little mute."
He raised his face, and that perfect smile diluted his arrogance and gave people a false sense of approachability.
And I was really confused by his expression.
I dropped what I was doing and chased after him.
The rain has stopped, but the sky above the street is still covered with dark clouds, as if another gust of wind will bring more rain.
Teng Zheng walked very slowly, his steps seemed to be stepping on cotton, so slow that even when he passed the store door, his whole body paused slightly, then his body slightly tilted, his eyes slowly glanced back at me.
This made me suspect that he was waiting for me to catch up with him, so I ran harder and successfully grabbed his coat a few meters away from the store door, forcing his leisurely steps to stop, which also verified my guess.
"Don't you really dislike me?" Teng Zheng pretended to smile nonchalantly, his lips almost curled up. "I'm leaving now, and you're not willing to let me go. What's wrong with you?"
Afraid that Teng Zheng would run away, I was unwilling and afraid to let go of the clothes I was holding tightly in my hand. I just used one hand and lip language to explain incompletely: I want to see the photo that was just shown.
Teng Zheng thought about it for a while and asked, "Do you like that orange cat?"
I nodded heavily: That orange cat is my good friend.
Teng Zheng looked at me with a frown on his face. The smile on his lips made him look less serious and more confused. "I don't quite understand what you're saying."
Hearing this, I felt anxious for the first time because we couldn't communicate in the same language. I was so anxious that I almost let go of his hand.
"But I think I heard you say that before." Teng Zheng changed the subject, "Are all the kittens in the world your friends?"
I nodded again, no matter how funny it sounded.
Teng Zheng said in a teasing but harmless tone: "Then you have a lot of friends."
Then he took out his cell phone.
I couldn't wait to go over, and when Teng Zheng found the picture of the orange cat, I immediately grabbed it.
The photo changed position back and forth in my hands. I zoomed in and out, moved left and right, repeatedly confirming every detail of Xiaoju.
I've known Xiaoju the longest and am his best friend. He's an orange cat wearing two pairs of white socks and with a tuft of white hair on the tip of his tail. That's not the only thing that distinguishes him from other orange cats. The most obvious thing about him is that, like me, he has an irregularly shaped patch on his back. Mine resembles a maple leaf, while Xiaoju's looks like a white mountain covered in snow.
Yes, the photo in front of me on my phone is indeed the Xiaoju I am looking for. I am both excited and nervous.
My heart was beating so fast that it was about to jump out of my chest, and my fingers were clumsily pointing at the picture: Do you know where this kitten is now?
Teng Zheng didn't understand what I said. After racking his brains, he chose to take a few steps back, walked to the door, looked around, locked onto the figure, and waved: "Auntie, cleaning lady!"
The aunt also took a break from her busy schedule, dropped her mop and came over.
I will repeat what I just said.
After observing it carefully, Teng Zheng said, "You like this cat. But as you can see, these pictures were only recently uploaded to the official website, so it probably hasn't been sterilized yet."
I was anxious: I'm asking you where the cat is now!
"They were caught," Teng Zheng said. "They're either still in the emergency room or they've been to the hospital for sterilization."
I can't wait: I want to see it, take me to see it!
I held onto Teng Zheng's clothes and kept moving forward, desperately hoping that he would take me away so I could find Xiaoju, whom I hadn't seen for a long time.
My impulse was interrupted by the cleaning lady, who waved her hand at me rationally: Don’t be so anxious, you just started working.
This made me feel disgusted. I was about to let go of the hand that was holding Teng Zheng and tell my aunt that I would not attend this crappy class anymore.
But I suddenly thought of Li Ying'an.
I still remember the purpose of my coming to work, which was to help Li Ying'an reduce his burden.
If I leave now, even if my employer considers me a disabled person, I will still be considered derelict in my duty to leave my job. I am so arrogant on the first day, and who knows what trouble will arise in the future. In all likelihood, I will be fired.
Of course, even if I didn’t find Xiaoju, even if I lost this job, I would still be with Li Ying’an, and Li Ying’an would still support me as always.
What if I find Xiaoju? The purpose of my coming here is to find Xiaoju and return to heaven with it. If this happens, I am afraid I will never be able to accompany Li Ying'an again.
With mixed feelings, I looked across.
It was this glance that allowed me to see Li Ying'an rushing out.
Li Ying'an, dressed in work clothes and holding an exquisite ladies' handbag, seemed to be chasing the owner.
Fortunately, the lady who had finished her meal had just stepped over the threshold. She seemed to realize that her hands were light, and hurriedly turned around to return to the store, almost bumping into Li Ying'an who had rushed over.
The two of them talked and laughed, and exchanged greetings face to face.
After the lady who took the bag left, Li Ying'an turned his gaze towards me. As expected, he had already noticed me.
The good news was that he still remembered me, the bad news was that it was working hours and he was hesitant about whether to come over and say hello.
In the end, he risked leaving his job to find me.
He didn't rush to ask questions. Instead, he observed the people around me first. Then, after noticing the work apron I was wearing, he asked, "Do you work here?"
I nodded and pointed inside the store: cashier.
"Congratulations on finding a job," Li Ying'an said, genuinely happy for me. His smile wasn't particularly pretty, but it made me feel comfortable. "I was worried you'd have nowhere to go."
Li Ying'an still remembered the sudden departure that day. Due to the presence of strangers, he did not say much and kept to himself.
The silence made me lower my head unconsciously, and I found that Teng Zheng, who was supposed to be standing next to me, had moved behind me without me noticing.
I looked back at him curiously.
Teng Zheng met my gaze, then looked away guiltily. He must have seen something and looked away again.
I turned around and looked at Li Ying'an, and suddenly understood something.
But obviously, Teng Zheng recognized Li Ying'an, but Li Ying'an did not recognize Teng Zheng. He observed Teng Zheng purely out of curiosity.
"Is this your friend?" Li Ying'an asked me.
Out of selfishness, I subconsciously turned my body to block Teng Zheng.
I told Li Ying'an: Teng Zheng is a friend I met.
I am a mute and cannot speak, and Li Ying'an is a reserved person, so naturally we cannot start a long conversation. The only person who can chat with me, Teng Zheng, was also silenced by Li Ying'an.
The silent silence was completely ended after Li Ying'an took the initiative to bring up work. Teng Zheng looked at Li Ying'an's back and breathed a sigh of relief.
He turned his gaze towards me lightly: "You actually know him... You didn't say anything bad about me to him that day, did you?"
I responded to him expressionlessly: If I had given you away that day, you would have been beaten to death by Li Ying'an by now.
Although Teng Zheng didn't understand what I meant by my gestures, he could tell from my facial expression that I didn't do that.
Besides, he is self-aware. If I really said something bad about him, Li Ying'an might recognize him when we meet.
After negotiation, Teng Zheng would wait for me to get off work at noon before going to the rescue room, and he would sit on the sofa at my workplace during this time.
Of course, someone like him, a mischievous and mischievous person with an infinite battery inside him, would never sit quietly in one place and wait for others to finish their work. After a short while of finishing the cashier, I looked towards Teng Zheng's original position, but he was nowhere to be seen. I turned around and saw that he had teleported to my side at some point, sitting on the transfer chair and rocking.
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