Almighty painter

Chapter 289 "Cat Nanny"

In the quiet studio.

It should be the invisible sixth sense that comes into play.

Budao's figure stopped before the distance shortened to a certain limit that would cause the civet cat to react aggressively.

Awang still put his meat claws on the outer edge of the can, maintaining a state of attack readiness, ready to jump up and strike at any time when he was alert.

before that.

Her round eyes wandered over Budao's face without blinking, as if she wanted to figure out what this guy was doing.

"Meow?"

This meow turned out to be from Bu Dao.

The fat baby slowly knelt on one knee and leaned forward.

He opened his mouth and meowed like Awang, as if he was singing an ear song in a child's voice that was mixed with various strange syllables.

"Ken, meow, ding, ding, ken, meow...?"

Budao carefully pointed at Awang with his finger.

Gu Weijing outside the door looked at this incomprehensible scene through the camera.

He thought for half a minute before he understood what Butao meant.

"Ken" should be the homophonic pronunciation of the word "Can". It became "Ken" due to Budao's strange vocal cord vibration method.

Meow imitates Nga Wang's speech, and ding ding imitates the sound of a can hitting a marble skirting board.

combine.

The fat doll Bundao probably wanted to help Awang open the can.

Thanks to Gu Weijing, he used to be very patient and chatter in alien language to the Budao children for a long time, so he was quite familiar with him.

Only in this way can the children's deeper meanings be guessed at all.

What the hell is meow?

Gu Weijing sighed helplessly.

Such nonsensical children's songs are as riddle-like as it would take a long time for an adult human to decipher. Can a Maomiao with an IQ as low as a child understand it?

The meowing sound coming from Budao's mouth confused Awang.

Probably the mood of the civet cat at this moment is similar to that of ordinary volunteers who come to the orphanage to help when they first hear the bird singing in Bu Dao's mouth.

He seemed to be talking cat talk, or just barking inexplicably.

"Meow-meow?" Awang tried to communicate with this strange human being.

"Meow." Budao continued to meow.

"Meow meow?"

"Meow."

There was a lot of meowing in the small studio.

If you don't look at the scene on the screen and just listen to the sounds of cats coming from the studio door, you may mistakenly think that there is a cat concert inside.

Gu Weijing was surprised by this unexpected divine unfolding.

Bu Dao's meowing was definitely hilarious, and at the same time, it also inadvertently reduced Awang's aggressiveness.

The civet cat no longer stretched its back like a fully drawn bow and arrow.

The cat's muscles relaxed, its tail wagging as it meowed passionately with the fat baby.

Budao quietly crawled forward a few steps, pointed his finger at the can under Ngawang's front paws, and meowed a little.

This time Awang obviously hesitated.

I don’t know if Budao hit something by mistake with his meaningless meow, or if Awang was smart enough to understand his gestures.

It moved its upper body and let out the protected food.

Only one front paw was still resting on its precious can.

Budao looked at Ngawang, and Ngawang looked at the fat baby with his bright-colored pupils.

One person and one cat look at each other.

a long time.

Maybe Awang finally believes that a human weirdo who can meow is a little weird, but after all, he shouldn't be a bad guy like Old Man Wu.

She slapped her paw on the can and made it roll towards Budao.

Budao took the can, and Ngawang also took a few steps forward and lay down next to the fat baby's legs.

"Awesome."

Gu Weijing outside the door secretly applauded.

He knew that Awang would come over more to supervise, and was prepared to pounce on the little guy to take a bite if he snatched the can.

But two models not resisting each other's contact is a good start.

Gu Weijing took off the Apple Pencil from his tablet and wondered whether he should draw this scene.

He hesitated.

Gu Weijing felt that he had not grasped the most essential and essence of their relationship.

The intuition in his heart told him that maybe he should observe patiently for a while.

Expensive reason.

The canned cat food that Katsuko Sakai bought is easy to open and does not require a special canning knife.

But Budao was young and weak, so it was a bit difficult to pull the ring.

He tried for a long time to insert his chubby little carrot-like fingers into the aluminum ring at the opening of the can, but to no avail.

Budao didn't mind that it was still stained with cat's saliva, and like Awang, he held the can and started to chew it.

The fat baby struggled to pry his lower front teeth into the ring at the can's seal, grabbed the ring and pulled hard.

Awang meows next to him from time to time to encourage him.

After going through a battle that consumed all the strength of nine cows and two tigers.

Budao finally managed to pry open the can's opening, and he spit the aluminum lid of the can aside.

"eat?"

Budao put the Maomiao can on the floor in front of him and asked tentatively."Eat" is like cat, one of the few words that he has a good pronunciation of.

When it comes to delicious food, Awang never knows what it means to be polite.

It glanced at Budao as an affirmation of his help, then flopped down in front of the can and started eating in small mouthfuls.

Budao slowly stretched out his hand and carefully placed his palm on Mao Mi's fleshy back.

Awang's tail twitched slightly.

However, the civet cat did not resist, but moved slightly to the side, allowing Budao to help scratch the itchy spot at the junction of its tail and back.

I was enjoying myself while nibbling cat food.

"Nga Wang approved of Budao." Gu Weijing smiled like an aunt.

Autistic people have difficulty getting along with normal people.

Unexpectedly, he would win the favor of a wild cat like Awang so quickly.

Old man Wu has raised Awang for so many years, but he has never developed this sense of closeness. When he gets close to him when eating, Awang's paws whirring and swung mercilessly.

Butao used this unexpected method to achieve a wonderful relationship with cats.

Every time, Jasmine would hold Ngawang in her arms and stroke her back and forth, scratching her belly, stroking her beard, stroking her tail, flattening and rounding Ngawang, making her happy as she pleased.Budao is as courageous as a rabbit.

He was quite satisfied just to be able to touch this fleshy cat.

His hands scratched Awang's lower back, as carefully as if he were touching a snow mass that was about to melt.

Awang felt comfortable being scratched.

After eating the can ferociously, it lay down next to Budao's legs and enjoyed the other's service.

suddenly.

Li Haomao stood up again, turned to look at Budao, sniffed his pants doubtfully, took a few steps and rubbed Budao's right fist with his head.

Only then did Gu Weijing notice that Budao had been stroking the cat with his left hand and his right hand had been clenched into a fist.

bleeding?
The $1200 camera purchased and installed by Mrs. Sakai has high definition and has three different physical focal lengths for zooming.

Gu Weijing zoomed in and could vaguely see two small dark blood spots on the fat baby's light gray pants.

It should be...that canned skin.

The edge of the metal can lid that was punched into a very thin shape was as sharp as a razor blade. Bu Dao had just torn and bit it, and he probably accidentally cut his finger slightly.

Awang rubbed Budao's fist away with his head, and his soft black nose sniffed the wound on the side of the opponent's index finger very carefully.

Then it opened its mouth and gently licked his fingers.

again and again.

Faced with the sudden contact, Budao looked a little at a loss.

The defensins, lysozyme and ferritin in the cat's saliva stimulate the wound and cause some pain.

The soft little protrusions on the tip of the cat's tongue irritated his skin.

He didn't dare to move, his whole body was like a petrified sculpture, sitting there blankly, letting Awang lick him non-stop.

The scratch from the can was a bit deep, but not huge.It only pricked the rich capillaries on the finger and shed a few drops of blood, but now it has begun to coagulate.

Awang licked the wound for a while and stopped when he saw that there was not much blood.

However, as a noble and lively cat, she was very dissatisfied with Budao's dull character who couldn't even beat a fart with three sticks.

She strolled around and picked up the cat ball she had just played with.

The electric cat ball has run out of power.

Awang threw the funny cat ball next to Bu Dao, swept his ankles with his tail, and then rolled it to the far side of the floor with his paw, squinting at the fat doll next to him.

Budao still had no reaction.

Ngawang patiently took it back and threw it at Budao's feet again.

"Meow?" Awang called.

This sound is different from the civet cat's meow before.

It's not like the squeaking of teeth at the beginning to scare Budao, nor the meowing competition between one person and one cat when opening a can, as if the one with the loudest voice is competing, this cry sounds like...

Actually a little gentle?

Even Gu Weijing seemed to understand the meaning of Awang's extremely human cry. The voice was clearly saying——

"Zai Zai, what are you doing standing around? Let's play together."

This time Bu Dao was a little bolder. He picked up the funny cat plastic ball and rolled it gently toward the other end of the room.

Awang made a slight leap and jumped over to catch the funny cat ball.

She pressed the light blue ball with her front paws to keep it in place, and then continued to turn her head and stare at Budao.

Budao stood up and moved over to pick up the ball in small steps.

Toss again.

Awang pounces again.

One person and one cat started playing in this small studio.

Budao became more and more courageous, and from time to time he uttered words with unclear meanings and laughter with clear meanings.

Budao's laughter seemed to be lifted up by the air, passed through the barrier of the wall, and reached Gu Weijing's ears outside the door.

The moment I heard that cheerful laughter.

A part of Gu Weijing's heart seemed to be struck by lightning.

He had been with Budao for a long time, but he had never heard this little autistic patient laugh like this.

So bright.

And so cheerful.

"In the photo, Tony, who was swimming with Amy in the Milan hotel 30 years ago, was smiling like this at that moment, right?" This thought popped into Gu Weijing's mind uncontrollably.

No need to call Mr. Sloth or Dr. Jin Anqing for advice.

At this moment, Gu Weijing suddenly understood the relationship between Amy and Tony.

It wasn't Tony who fed Amy, it was Amy who was taking care of Tony.

In the relationship between the two parties, the cat is the nanny who is attached to.

Baby pet sitters are not a new concept.
Many fashionable families keep a pet to accompany their children as they grow up.

Caring for pets can develop a sense of responsibility in young children.

Pets can also provide emotional support to babies on behalf of their elders when adults are busy at work.

Common pet sitters include cats or golden retrievers, as well as relatively docile reptiles such as golden pythons.

I heard that some of the more wild ones in the Middle East use chimpanzees or cheetah cubs.

In the founding myth of ancient Rome, it is said that the twin brothers Romulus and Remo, who founded the city of Rome, were raised by a she-wolf.

For the past many years, everyone has listened to this as a complete myth.However, some modern Western scholars have pointed out that in an environment where food is absolutely abundant, even carnivorous beasts do not have that high desire to attack, and even tend to show gentler ones.

In some zoos, tourists can even pay to ride on tigers and take photos with them when they are full.

Looking at the screen of the mobile phone, I don’t know whether it’s Budao teasing the cat or the cat teasing Budao.

Gu Weijing suddenly understood how the emotional connection between autistic children and pets is formed.

Even Awang, who is wild and untamable, sometimes shows more patience than adults, and is closer to integrating into the human world than he is.

Sometimes you play with cats.

Sometimes the cat takes the initiative to play with you.

Gu Weijing clicked on the painting tools.

Procreate, specially built for the IPAD system, is a very powerful drawing software. Many illustrators have broken away from pen and paper and use it to complete their entire workflow.

Compared to more delicate drawing tablets.

This software's ability to handle the details of stroke pressure sensitivity is slightly lacking, but it is more customizable, and as long as a specific custom brush is imported, it can also leave a texture on the screen similar to that of an oil paint knife when applying paint.

It may still be a little different from the real combination of paste paint and canvas. It's not a big problem to simulate it to [-] or [-]%.

Better than convenience.

After all, it is a legendary level of painting skills. If you are not comfortable with it, you can still use painting techniques to make up for it.

Gu Weijing chose a suitable combination of paints and applied a few strokes on the blank canvas. When he was generally satisfied, he created a new work and started painting quickly.

The starlight peeking out from the blowing curtains, the pomelo-colored floor, the orange cat and the chubby baby chasing the ball...

The scenery separated by a wall flows into Gu Weijing's paintings.

This lifelike image quickly began to take shape on the tablet's display screen, and Awang's image became fuller than ever before.

(End of this chapter)