Grumpy Cat's Way Home

Two years later, let Song Xi die in the war, and then wake up in reality.

When Empress Nuwa mended the sky for the last time, she used herself to mend it. She felt too tired and could just take a rest.

At last she shed a tear,

this tear,
After landing, she became another her
A different from her who takes the world as her own responsibility
She hopes she doesn't carry a heavy burden
able to live freely
Even if it is stumbling around.

She watched Song Xi grow up slowly in the sky, playing with Lao Fang and other friends.

Play freely, play freely.

As long as you care about your own frown and smile, you don't have to worry about the world.

Song Xi was reincarnated from generation to generation, and her memory no longer had the memory of Empress Nuwa.

She is just an ordinary person.

She has played with many friends in every life

Lao Fang, Xiaoxi is the fox's friend.

That's why Lao Fang pays attention to her in every life.

But don't interfere with her trajectory

Let her wander in the human world, demon world, demon world, underworld, and heaven.

That's why Lao Fang said that she just needs to live well.

Because she lived the way Nuwa was most looking forward to.

Although Nu Wa is just a piece of cloud and sky now, where there is Songxi, there is peace.The sky is clear.

Later, Song Xi slowly awakened, (that's why she got it right every time she spoke, crow's mouth, and guessed the ending)

So Lao Fang arranged a love robbery in the secret realm.

Etc., etc.The queen of the world is decisive in killing.Train her, and want her to become another Nuwa.

When Song Xi finally chose the moment, Empress Nuwa said to her:

Children, you choose according to your own heart.

i love you all
If I choose to continue my responsibilities and bear heavy burdens, I will definitely sacrifice and give up.

She chose to live freely and not bear the weight, and my mother was just as happy.

In the end Song Xi chose to return.

Song Xi left a clone to accompany Grandma Zhang, and she didn't leave until Grandma passed away.

Someone asked where the flower-armed cat went.

Song Qing, who was already almost a fairy, said that she had returned to her original place.

Oh, did she go with Grandma Zhang?What a loyal cat, Grandma Zhang is worthy of pampering her.

Song Qing smiled and did not speak.

Song Xi also kept a clone to accompany Flying Pig, it was the happy, mischievous, willful Song Xi.

Whenever Song Xi stood alone on the top of the mountain and looked down at all beings,
Seeing Flying Pig and Song Xi fighting there, staying warmly with Grandma Zhang.Always a knowing smile.
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Dear friends, I decided to suspend the update after writing this.

I thought no one subscribed, but it turned out, sorry.

This is the first book. When I started writing it, I opened the book recklessly without an outline.

When I reach 20 words, almost all the things in my mind are gone, and the rest are all mixed together.

Some time ago, I thought that the scumbag would be full-time, but now I think about it (heartache).

This is the final ending I thought, so let me put it up first.

I went back to study the theoretical framework system and knowledge of novels.

I will continue to write this novel in the future, so I will stop for a while.

The outline will be straightened out later.

The writing is really consistent with the current state.

When you are happy, the text is relaxed and cheerful.

When it is heavy, the words are not happy.

I'll go, and it takes 1000 words to publish, so I will say a few more words.

Thank you friends, especially seeing the friends here, I actually have a feeling that I can't describe in words.

It's a complicated relationship, you know.

It can't be less than 1000 words.

If you don’t work, you won’t die. I once had a full-time job in front of me, but I didn’t cherish it. Now I really feel the feeling of racking my brains and being unable to hold back.

The moment I decided to let go and change slowly, my whole body was relaxed, and I was a cheerful person again.

It takes 2000 words to save, so let’s talk about the writing experience of the past two months or almost three months.

The inspiration for this book just started came from a photo of a cat facing a whole chicken and fish in front of it.

I have had a cat since I was a child, and I tricked me into getting that cat with an egg.

It may be lost, and it keeps meowing behind my house, so I just imitate the big cat meowing when she meows and I respond.

Later, I cracked an egg, put it on a plate, put it behind the house, and squatted there to watch it slowly approaching. It must have been beeping for so long, and I was hungry.

When approached, eat cautiously.

As soon as I hugged it, I caught it and put it under the basket of grain at home to cover it.

After covering it for about half a day, I let it out, and dragged it on the ground with something funny to play with it.

In this way, it lived in my house.

They are usually stocked, and they grow up unconsciously.

Every night, I would go out to catch mice and eat them. In the rainy night, when it thundered and rained, I would see her jumping on the window and jumping in again in the lightning;

Jump on my pillow and meow at me, and I will open the quilt and let her sleep inside, her whole body is wet, and I don't think she is dirty at that time.

When I take a nap at noon, it will lick my neck, like adding fur to a kitten.

Later, I left home to go to college, and when I came back, it actually gained weight. At that time, I deeply doubted whether I made her feel pressured and burdened.

Later, when the family moved to a new house, neither she nor her children followed, and occasionally took a look from a distance.

Once when I was behind the house, a gust of wind blew, and the wind was full of the smell of the cat, and I couldn't find its shadow when I looked around.

Speaking of children, I don't know if the cat will move the site after giving birth to kittens.

One time when the cat came back, several of its kittens barked aggressively at it, as if trying to drive her away. I hugged her and scolded those kittens. Know how she feels.

On the one hand, it is my own child, but they want to drive her away, on the other hand, it is my attitude towards her child, because they want to drive her away, and I have such a bad attitude towards their child.

Later, I raised cats one after another, but for various reasons, it didn't last long.

Unfortunately.

The joy of writing is when I think of a plot, I write very happily, the number of words is enough before I know it, and sometimes I laugh when I think about what happened in it.

There are also more times when I work hard to conceive the things to be written later.

In the future, I will write the outline honestly.

I found that when I was happy, my thoughts flowed, and when I was unhappy, I couldn't hold a fart for a long time.

In order to be happy, I decided to relax for a while and not force myself to update every day.

It’s good if you force yourself to update, but the problem is that you can’t force it, so what can I do, I have to follow myself.

It takes another 1000 words to save it, dear mother, I really want to go to bed early.

Cats are really amazing creatures. Regardless of beauty or ugliness, any action is so cute. It may be because I have filters in my eyes.

Let me tell you about a cat later.

The two children especially want to have a cat, and I like it myself.

Just when a friend said that the cat at home gave birth to several cats, and they all came out of the nest. If anyone is willing to raise them, I raised one.

Because I live in a building, I have to prevent it from going out every day, and occasionally I open the door, and it runs happily in the elevator hall.

I lost it once, and finally saw it in the window of the elevator lobby.

It jumped onto the window, on the 20th floor, the window opened a gap of about 20 centimeters, and it happened to stand in that gap.

Back to me, looking into the distance.

At that moment, I didn't dare to move, for fear that it would be frightened and fall.

Looking at its back, I have a feeling of regret.

Locked up in a building since childhood, is this kind of cat life what it wants?

Then it jumped off by itself.

It was almost Chinese New Year, and I took it back to my hometown.

In my hometown, I kept it free, and I can see that it is having a good time.

The next day I didn’t come back after 9 o’clock in the evening, my mother even offered incense to the ancestors, and asked the ancestors if it was lost, please call it back.

It did come back ten minutes later.

Then I came back every day by myself.

One day I went to the province for business, and when I came back, my mother said that it had lost a fight with the wild cat nearby, and it had been hiding in the corner and could not come out.

Seeing that I was back, I hugged it, and it was shaking all over. Fortunately, after holding it for a while, it should have recovered and stopped shaking.

I just remembered that I cut its nails the day I went back to my hometown, and I couldn't laugh or cry.

Later, the wild cat would come to play with it on the wall of the backyard of my house several times, probably because it did not know each other.

The feral cat was always active behind my house before my cat came.

There are chickens raised by neighbors under the backyard wall.

It often squats on the fence to watch the chickens and bask in the sun.

Later, I saw it playing with another small raccoon cat.

I am also happy to see it like this.

There are still 400 words left, oh, I'm so sleepy.

Another story about a dog.

Dad went to play mahjong, but someone had a dog lying there, it was a Labrador.

It's noon, and the old people go home for dinner.

My dad saw a lonely dog, so he joked, "Go to my house for dinner?"

Unexpectedly, it really followed.

Probably got lost and hungry.

My dad bought a big sausage and he ate it in one bite.

Later, I followed my dad, wherever he went, it went there.

I especially like riding motorcycles.

At the beginning, my dad rode a motorcycle and it went up, that kind of boat motorcycle.

Later when I went out, it also had to sit.

Seventy to eighty catties, it's really heavy, it would sink on a motorcycle.

I am not much heavier than it myself.

Snoring while sleeping, looks like a greasy middle-aged man.

It pretends to pass through the kitchen while you chop.

Then aim at you with your eyes, not looking at you, but really aiming at you.

It's the kind I want to eat, but I can't let you know that I want to eat that kind of sight.

Eat whatever you want.

Give it a piece of cucumber, and when it comes again later, give it another piece.

Then you will find that it has two pieces in its mouth.

The story about the little corgi and the flying pig really happened to a Labrador and a corgi, laughing to death.

Dad took it around and asked around, and the group also sent messages for people to ask.

Later, the master came to take it back.

When I watched its video, I thought, why is a dog so cute when it is oily, and why is it so horrible when a man is oily.

Does anyone have an answer?

Ah, now I hear a cat meowing outside.

Why can't it be saved?
I'll go, it's still 200 words short.

carry on
I found that dogs also have various personalities.

My dad used to have two dogs.

One is very smart, but the other one doesn't know how to describe it. I don't think it's not smart, it's just that I don't want to obey.

At night my dad puts both dogs out to sleep and their kennel is in the backyard.

The big dog went out, and the other one, who was smaller, refused to go out.

You say it didn't understand, I think it is more unwilling to obey this instruction.

Then the big dog pulled it out by the neck.

and after?
The friend who listened to the story asked.

Later, I was only 24 characters away before I could go to bed.

There are still 12 characters left to meet Duke Zhou.

Ah, good night.