Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 94 (Short Stories --- Pudding)

Pudding is a little wild cat, not a pet kept in a milk tea shop. "Pudding" is the name given by his grandmother.The second sister Yunyun told him that his grandmother wanted him to be like a lucky pudding, loved by people like a jelly, and live happily in this world.

It was a perfect sunny day, and the fine and bright sunlight jumped on the ground along the branches and leaves of the ginkgo tree. This wild cat family hidden in the city park enjoyed the undisturbed tranquility in the afternoon as usual. During work and school hours, this park It's always quiet, only the occasional old man visiting here.Such beautiful weather, of course everyone understands that we should cherish it. The younger cats in the clan all surrounded Grandma and asked her to tell stories. "Okay! What story do you want to hear? There are so many stories from Grandma."

Grandma was comfortably lying on her side under the ginkgo tree, and the kittens rushed forward, all wanting to lie on Grandma's fluffy, soft belly. This is a privilege that only kittens have. Grandma is older, if most Cats are lying on it, it will be uncomfortable.So many cats quarreled about it.Mom and Dad always have to come out to maintain discipline. "Today, it's Pudding's turn to lie on Grandma's belly. Yunyun, Jinzi, Amu, and Xiaoju, don't fight." After a while, it calmed down, and it seemed that Daddy Cat was at home. The majesty is still great.

The story of grandma began. The kittens stared straight at the grandma, motionless, occasionally sneezed by the breeze, licking their paws, and flicking their tails. Today Pudding has the privilege of lying on grandma's belly. He was the closest to his grandmother. Grandma's beard was very long, the hair on her stomach was soft, and her grandmother seemed to be getting older. Pudding gently leaned her little head on her belly, and her head also went up and down.

"In the far north, there is a big tree that is immortal for a thousand years. In spring, the big tree sprouts, and the small buds burst out from the branches excitedly, and a leaf called Qing came out. She raised her head and stretched it against the wind. Body, bathe in the sun to the fullest." "Like we are now, lying under the big tree and basking in the sun!" Xiaoju interjected excitedly. "Yes, just like we are now," Grandma patted Xiaoju's fat head lovingly. "That leaf is called Lin, and Qing and Lin soon became friends." "They enjoy close contact with nature together every day. Qing likes the warm and itchy feeling of the sun on her body, and Lin likes the rain. On myself, it feels moist and cool." In this way, they have spent many springs and winters together, and suddenly one day, a strong wind and heavy rain came, this is the weather they have never seen before, the leaves I was terrified, the night went by and the leaves were knocked off a lot."

Qing was worried and frightened, and cowered in Lin's arms all night: "Lin, what should I do? I don't want to fall." Lin told her: "Don't be afraid, all the leaves will fall in the end, look at humans, In the end, the ruler of the earth is also born, old, sick and dead." "Death? What is death?" Jin Zi raised his head. "Don't worry." Grandma twisted her body, and Pudding quickly raised her head, letting Grandma change to a more comfortable position.Lin told Qing that death is a process that every living thing needs to go through, and it is also the destination of everyone. No one knows what the world will look like after death. want life.Later, when autumn came, the old forest turned into red leaves and dropped branches. At the moment when he fell, he looked at the reluctant green and looked at the big tree that once lived - how magnificent life!He was proud that he was a part of this, and slowly fell with the wind, as if he saw Qing reluctantly again, Lin couldn't tell whether it was the morning dewdrops or the tears of Qing.

Pudding shook his head in a daze. He was too young to understand what grandma said. He only felt that the sun was warm and the breeze was light. He just wanted to keep his eyes closed and lie in grandma's arms all the time.
"Pudding, wake up! Don't sleep, wake up quickly!" It seemed to be Brother Amu's voice, it was still four or five in the morning before it was dawn. "What's wrong?" Pudding shook his head in confusion, "Grandma is dying!" Amu said anxiously. "Grandma? Grandma is dying? You mean, grandma is going to die?" Pudding then reacted, and hurriedly followed Brother Amu to grandma's place. Grandma was already very old, and he knew that she had the longest life span of all cats. Is grandma leaving him now?Now he is no longer lying on his grandma's soft belly like that sunny afternoon in his memories, but standing in front of grandma at a loss. Grandma is no longer like the old days, leaning kindly at the entrance of the cave waiting for everyone to tell her stories, but quietly Lying on the mat made of rushes, her body shook occasionally, like a biting wind blowing her back. "Grandma." Pudding only called out, then burst into tears. He threw himself down beside grandma, licking her tarnished fur.Grandma smiled weakly at him: "Pudding, remember what grandma said, face life earnestly and enthusiastically, and don't let yourself regret it." "Well, grandma, I understand, I understand." Pudding understands that grandma can't hear it anymore. , he slowly nodded and retreated from the hole.

"Pudding?" Yunyun asked him worriedly. Pudding didn't say anything, just walked slowly into the distance. As he walked, he began to run eagerly. He passed through the bushes where his brothers and sisters usually played. Jumping over the creek where they went for the outing, running past the ginkgo tree where grandma had told stories that afternoon, and finally at dawn on a high cliff where Pudding once watched the sunrise with grandma.As the first bird call cut through the sky, the sun rose slowly in the park, and grandma would not be by his side anymore.

Pudding is already very awake, and it has grown a lot in one night.The park in the early morning was still filled with thick fog, and the dewy morning wind blew Pudding's hair wet, so he looked into the distance without moving.

Many years have passed, and the leaves of the ginkgo tree still follow the four seasons, and the leaves called Qinghelin seem to have no one to remember them.On a warm afternoon, the aged pudding lay on his side under the ginkgo tree and said to the other kittens: "This tree has a long history. I used to lie under this tree, lying beside my grandma and listening to her lectures. story."

The golden sunlight shone on Pudding's hair, and there seemed to be a slight yellow light on his body.He finally lived what he and his grandmother expected.

(End of this chapter)