Stubborn and stereotypical, devoted and cool.

As the snow melts, the days become more sunny and bright, everything is revitalized and young leaves dot the treetops.

Yier Li left the house early and went to the small lake where he and the kitten used to go. Throughout the winter, the kitten seldom had enough to eat, so he wanted to get more fish for it, so that it could have a full meal at once.

Hopefully, after the winter, it won't leave him.

In the winter, when the snow flies on the sky and it's hard to find a place to stay, she's willing to cower with him in the hut, but what about the end of the winter?

It's so humane and friendly, I'm afraid many people will be willing to take it in, so it won't have to worry about starvation any more.

Yier Li knows that the kitten often goes to the blind woman at the end of the street, who gives it food, and sometimes he worries if it will come back, and every time he comes home, he is relieved to see it there.

He thought, winter is over, food is easy to find, as long as he won't let it starve again, it won't leave.

Yier Li daily to see, finally waited for the small lake lake ice melted, the ice into a thin layer of cracks, flowing with the current, like a pot of floating dumplings.

Yier Li gets a bag of worms and earthworms and goes fishing with a homemade rod.

It was just after noon when three fishermen came to the lake, one of them with two sets of rods, and they were very skillful and calm, and in a short time they had already caught two or three fish, while Yier Li had only caught one.

Toward evening, the fishermen left one after another, and a fisherman with a white beard passed by him, looked at the fish next to him, and couldn't help but praise him with a sentence, "There are still little waifs like this who are so calm nowadays."

When he finished he walked away slowly, Yier Li ignored him and concentrated on his own fish, his rod wasn't very good and he let the fish get away several times, but it was the best he could do with the materials available.

Moon climbed into the dark sky, a few stars flickered, the night temperature plummeted, and Yier Li felt like he had been on guard for so long that he couldn't feel anything below his knees.

A small fish dropped up at the end for a total of ten, which was the most ever harvested.

The kitten will be fed and happy, Yier Li thought happily.

He strung the fish all on the line and carried them, stepping back into the moonlight, and he even hummed a ditty, an unknown ditty that his sister used to hum to him.

Halfway down the road, he noticed a clump of small white flowers by the side of the road, of unknown name and life, and he stooped down and picked a small handful of them in passing, somehow believing that the kitten would like them.

Walking up to the door of the small ramshackle house, Yier Li froze, he could vaguely smell the subtle odor of blood, and he was alarmed, the kitten was hurt?

Yier Li hurriedly pushed open the door, inside the hut is too dim, can only see a blurred outline, he saw the kitten fell to the ground and did not move.

He dropped the fish and flowers in his hands and ran over to pick it up.

The sticky liquid in his hand and the cold temperature made Yier Li's whole body freeze in place, and he could not come back to his senses for half a day.

For a long time, he gently shook the kitten in his hand, afraid of touching it with general care, and he let out a hoarse voice with difficulty, "Cat ...... Cat ......"

But it gave him no response.

Yier Li stumbled up and carried it outside, tripping hard as he passed the threshold, shielding the cat in his arms as he rolled himself on the slippery floor.

Yier Li couldn't think of anything else to do, and looked down at the kitten in her arms through the moonlight.

The kitten's head was smashed open and its stomach was ripped open, its intestines and guts oozing out.

Yier Li's blood froze, the cold winter was no match for the chill in his bones and blood at the moment, his fingertips trembled as he carefully placed its entrails back into its long-cooled body.

He stood up abruptly and ran forward violently, not stopping for a moment, unable to catch his breath because of the rapid running, his heart and lungs throbbing violently.

There's a doctor down the street. He's going to the doctor. It's going to be all right.

"Bang, bang, bang--"

Already in the darkened street, all that could be heard was a hard knock on the door, but no words.

"Who is it! In the middle of the night!" The doctor put on a piece of clothing to go to open the door, see the door outside the children in a state of distress, do not know what to go through when they came, fell to the hand is also blood, the brain are cracked.

" Yier Li look at the injury right, do not charge you money, next time do not disturb people in the middle of the night." The doctor had quite a headache and said, seeing that this kid had come to him for the first time, he would soften his heart for once.

Yier Li immediately shook her head, bloodshot eyes, babbling incoherent and anxious words, and handed over the kitten in her hand.

It took a moment for Doc to figure out what he meant, "Save the cat?!"

"People don't always have to be saved, and people save cats, who has that kind of free time, and besides, the cat died a long time ago."

Yier Li pulled his sleeve, full of pleading, kneeling down and kowtowing one by one, kowtowing to the head.

The doctor, helpless and impatient, waved him off, "Go, go, go!"

Yier Li was pushed out and fell to the ground, cold stone steps cold but not his hands, he did not give up, from doctor to doctor to beg.

"Save what cat, are you sick?"

"Next time, see if I don't beat you to death."

"Come on, don't waste your effort, get the hell out of here, it's bad luck."

The last old man, who saw the child's eyes full of despair and a hint of hope, sighed, "Son, this cat really can't be saved."

The oldest man saw the child kowtow toward him on his knees, while blankly and stiffly holding the kitten in a deep, shallow hug.

Looking at his thin and short back, the oldest man back hands, a deep sigh: "If I have a child as big as this, will not let him through the frost and cold, floating without support."

The moonlight was like a disk, hanging far in the sky, and the silver glow fell on the lake like a layer of fine frost.

Yier Li stood by the lake with the kitten in his arms, his eyes full of pathos, obviously in the daytime he was still fishing here, hoping to give it a happy meal, but in the night, such as falling into hell on earth.

Why, he thought.

Those close to you will eventually leave, even a kitten.

The more he lacks warmth, the more he cherishes that little bit of shimmering light, which he gains and then loses, like the last flower on a barren land being uprooted, and his last string being tautly snapped.

Tears fall silently, and Yier Li finally accepts the fact that it's gone.

"Ah... ah..."

The veins at his neck bulged, and all the pent-up emotions were released at this moment, like a dam collapsing and a flash flood tilting, and he let out a hoarse, desperate sound that seemed like a cuckoo crying blood, echoing on this lake for a long time.

After a long time, the child at the lake took his cat and jumped into the water together.

The lake stirred up a small splash and quickly returned to calm.

......

I don't know how long it took, but Yier Li felt soaked to the skin and his throat tasted of earth, and someone pressed on his lungs, and he coughed up water for a long time.

It was still dark and there was a fisherman in front of him.

"You waif, during the day you are still praised for your composure, but at night you come to seek death, if not for the fact that my family lives close by, heard your cries and came to take a look, tomorrow you would have sunk to the bottom of the lake to feed the fish."

Hearing this voice, Yier Li realized that it was the fisherman who had passed by him during the day and had spoken to him.

Yier Li only lowered her head to see the kitten in her arms still there, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fisherman: "Say you are also strange, jumped into the lake with a dead cat, but also died and refused to let go, so I saved together."

Yier Li staggered to his feet, bowed in thanks to him, and turned to leave.

"Eh, child," the fisherman called him urgently, "what difficulties are not as I say, maybe I can also help something, but do not look for death again, not every time someone to save, my family lives on the east side of the lake on the land, the closest to the family, what is the matter can come to find me. "

Seeing that the man's head didn't return, and not knowing how much he had heard, the fisherman wrung the water from his body and left as well.

When Yier Li returned home, he hugged his cat and collapsed on the floor, motionless through the long, gray, endless night.

The next two days, he did not go out, not even moved the slightest bit, do not eat, do not drink, then withered eyes, as if he had already resigned himself to his fate, at his mercy.

He held the cold-fearing kitten against his chest like he used to, only it would never be warm again.

On the third day, the door of the hut was kicked open and three boys came in, the first one, the fat boy, saw Yier Li on the ground and laughed heartily: "Freak, why do you look like this, but it suits you."

Yier Li's expression was blank. These people would come to trouble him at any time of the day or night, especially the leader of the group, Siyun Wang, whose father had an explosive temper and beat him up whenever he wanted to, and who only looked for a soft target to pinch, and sought out Yier Li to vent his anger.

Yier Li didn't care long ago, and now he doesn't care at all.

A group of people hit him several times and didn't see him react at all, some people wondered, "What's wrong with this freak, it can't be that he was beaten silly before, right?"

"What's he carrying in his arms?"

Siyun Wang dislodged his hand and realized the cat's fur exposed in his lapel, and smiled harshly, "Why, is the cat still here? Can't bear to eat it? I thought you'd eaten it long ago."

"Do you like the meat rations we sent you?"

In an instant, Yier Li's dull, colorless eyes turned scarlet, and he slammed into Siyun Wang, opening his mouth and biting into his neck.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!"

"Motherfucker, don't you dare bite me!"

No one expected Yier Li to suddenly go crazy and bite, Siyun Wang was not prepared and reacted by kicking and slamming his hand on Yier Li's stomach.

The remaining three went to drag Yier Li.

Yier Li, who had not eaten for two days, could not resist for long, and when he was ripped away, his mouth and teeth were filled with blood, and Siyun Wang was almost torn off a layer of skin.

"Crazy man! Beat him to death!"

......

When they left, Yier Li lay on the floor, spitting up blood and panting slightly, his breath sounding like a broken can into the wind as he stared, wide-eyed, at the cobwebs in the corner.

After a moment, he lifted his hand and stroked the little head in his arms cherishingly.

I don't know how long it took, but some moonlight seeped through the window and the surrounding area was quiet.

Yier Li sat up and with slow movements raised the fire, he held the cat and looked at it for a long time before placing it in the fire and burning it to ashes.

The light from the fire was reflected in his eyes, no longer warm and yellow, there was just a cold chill.

He sat by the fire until dawn, when the last bit of Mars went out and turned into a wisp of smoke.

Yier Li takes the ashes and puts them in a small, portable jar and puts them in his arms along with a piece of red paper with the word "Blessing" on it.

He followed the location of that fisherman as he had previously stated and came to his house.

The fisherman wasn't surprised, "Come sit down and eat something first."

Yier Li nodded and ate all the steamed buns and porridge on the table.

The fisherman asked him, "Seeing that you're such a pitiful child, where else do you need my help?"

Yier Li pointed to the knife at the fisherman's waist.

The fisherman froze, smiled: "good eye ah, this knife is quite sharp, can go up the mountain road chopping branches, but also can pick fish and chop bones, give you can, but you have to be careful with, don't hurt yourself." He thought of children to get food is not easy, there is a lined hand knife to the whole food, really better than begging.

Yier Li took the knife and bowed toward him in thanks.

......

"In vain, in vain!" Benzhen Qian picked up the basket of wild vegetables, "Eh, it's strange, I told you to go over there to see if there are mushrooms, half a day I don't see anyone, and there's no response."

Zhu Yongwu and Benzhen Qian live close to each other, they have been playing together since they were small, so today they came together to look for some wild vegetables in the mountains to bring back, otherwise they will be scolded by their mothers for staying at home and having nothing to do.

The village children are precocious, very young will go up the mountain to find things, can eat the wild vegetables and mushrooms are clearly distinguishable.

Seeing that it was getting late, and that he had almost finished picking, Benzhen Qian went to look for him, and when he rounded a small hill, he tripped over something.

"Motherfucker, what the fuck," Benzhen Qian managed to stabilize himself and looked down to see a hand, "ah..."

It's Zhu Yong in vain, still covered in blood.

Benzhen Qian hurriedly put down the basket, squatted down, reached over with a shaking hand, and probed his nostrils - he was out of breath.

He fell back on his heels and sat down on the floor, his back furrowing as he became sensitive to an icy line of sight behind him.

When he turned around, he saw Yier Li standing behind him, already holding a knife aloft.

"No, no--"

In an instant, blood spurted out, and along with the color of the moon, it soaked into the soil together.

There's one left.

Yier Li descended the mountain without expression, washing the knife clean and the blood off himself, and then he went on foot to the fruit grove of Siyun Wang's house.

When Siyun Wang has nothing to do with his meals, he goes to his family's fruit grove and sometimes walks through the grove to the street.

"Dad, I'm full, I'm going for a walk."

After that, Siyun Wang dropped his chopsticks, hung back and walked out the door, trying to walk through the fruit forest as usual, then looked for Benzhen Qian and the others to go shopping.

It was dark in the woods, but he was so familiar with the walk and the route was similar that he didn't pay much attention to it.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a branch being stepped on, not from him.

"Who is it, what is it that comes to my forest at night?!"

A gust of wind blew through the trees and the leaves rustled, muffling a lot of the sound. Siyun Wang listened carefully for a while, but found nothing more unusual, so he planned to continue walking.

At that exact moment, the clouds in the sky were blown away, revealing a bright, clear moon, and as the light of the bright moon fell, Siyun Wang realized that he was in the shadow of his own feet.

He rushed to the side, dodging Yier Li's slash.

Siyun Wang laughed angrily, "Good ah freak, you have guts, dare to swing a knife at your old man, you think I don't have one?" Having been a longtime bully out there, how could he not carry a knife.

Yier Li continued to attack him without changing his color, and the two of them were soon in a tussle, without any skill, using brute force.

Yier Li's loss is that his strength is not enough compared to his fat body Siyun Wang.

"Little brute, let's see how your father will waste you today!!!" Siyun Wang was still in pain from the bite wound at his neck, so of course he would not be spared lightly.

Yier Li was soon pinned to the trunk by Siyun Wang, unable to retreat.

Siyun Wang snatched his knife and said in a nasty provocative voice, "If you strip naked now, you will kneel from here to the street ......"

He never thought that Yier Li would put his life on the line. Yier Li blocked him with his right hand, not caring that his right hand was pierced by a sharp blade, and while he was distracted, he took his other knife and plunged it into his neck.

Siyun Wang then realized that Yier Li was trying to kill him, and he tried to kill him back with his knife, but Yier Li caught his knife with his right hand.

At the moment of life and death, both men saw ferocity in each other's eyes, and both used all their strength to try to make the other fatal.

The blood flowed out and didn't go into the roots of the tree.

"Yier Li's right hand was severed to the ground, while his left hand was still holding the knife deep in Siyun Wang's neck.

Siyun Wang used up his last bit of strength and collapsed.

The pain caused Yier Li's body to spasm and convulse, and he didn't forget to give Siyun Wang a few more stabs.

Yier Li fled the village in the night.

Eventually, his strength gave out and he collapsed next to a lake, blood from his broken arm flowing from the lake's shore into the water.

As the sky lit up with faint morning light, Yier Li took out the blood-soaked red paper from his pocket, the word "Blessing" on it blurred, and the cat's paw prints were still half left.

He tugged up the corners of his mouth in a smirk, placing the piece of paper on the chest the kitten hunkered down on from time to time.

"Ding, ding, ding--"

Out of the bamboo forest came a man with a bucket hat and a monk's robe, his young face extremely demonic, a Buddha bead in his left hand, and a rattling bell in his right.

"My name is Hikari Voiceless, and I have come to seek you, the man of destiny."

Looking into the child's dull eyes, he laughed, "Bored?"

"I, Hikari Wu Sheng, can't die if I want to save someone, and you can't die if you want to."

......

......

"Wenjutsu, you're having a nightmare, wake up." Xu You called him softly.

The two had been holding each other to keep warm, who knew that Wen Ji suddenly had a high fever in the middle of the night after, perhaps because it was too cold in the cave.

Xu You felt that he slept very uneasily, his face was pale, he was sweating all the time, and he said something vaguely, but it was hard to hear.

Seeing that he has been covering his heart, Xu You thought he was injured there, and hurriedly peeled off his lapel to see, who knew that turned out a red paper.

It was palm-sized, not quite regular, a little wrinkled, the edges were frayed, and most of the paper was dark red, as if it had been stained by something.

She took a closer look at it, and there was a large, blurry word on it that was extremely difficult to distinguish, except that there was half a cat's paw print in the lower right corner.

Red paper blessing, cat's paw print.

It was a birthday gift she had given him back when she was a kitten, and she hadn't expected him to keep it until now.

Somehow, Xu You suddenly remembered the college roommate said, if a person is dead and love old, such a person is mostly easy to get obsessive, stubborn and stereotypes, love and cool.

Xu You came back to his senses and noticed Wen Ji's eyes moving, so he tucked the red paper back in, "Wen Ji, you're awake?"

The scene in the dream continued to emerge, Wen Ji opened his eyes, a little dazed, his vision was disorganized, the only thing he saw was the pair of clear and translucent eyes in the dream.

Seeing that he wasn't awake, Xu You reached out and waved his hand in front of his eyes, but to his surprise, he was grabbed by the wrist.

In a hoarse voice, he said sharply, "It's you!"

"It's me what?" Xu You was head over heels, "What's me?!"

After a few moments of wide-eyed staring, Wen Ji came to his senses, settled down, and let go of her, slowly dropping his eyelashes before whispering, "It's nothing."