Grumpy Cat's Way Home

Chapter 15
Spring is coming quietly in the Windy City, and the willows by the river beside the sidewalk have already sprouted a little bit of new green.

The warm wind blows, blowing the girls' hair.There is a sweet smell in the air, which makes people intoxicated.

The girls changed their bloated winter clothes and put on bright and well-fitting clothes, making them feel light and elegant.

The golden sunlight shone on the passers-by, coating everyone with a layer of gold.

A man and a cat walking by the side of the road attracted everyone's attention, even the old lady who was doing Tai Chi in the street park took a second look.

He is about 1.8 meters tall, with a backpack hanging on his shoulder.

Sword eyebrows and star eyes set off this man's heroic spirit.

This is not the point, after all, there are many handsome guys on the street now.

He held an orange cat in his arms. The cat was fat and his right hand was still a flower arm.

The cat's face looks like it has several dogs' lives on it, so it's not easy to mess with.

With such a foil, it seems that this handsome guy is unpredictable, and he is fundamentally different from ordinary handsome guy pets.

The two swaggered through the market in this way, and gained a wave of lovers of handsome men and cats, especially women and children.

There were also bold people who took the opportunity to strike up a conversation and asked to pet the cat, but Song Qing didn't completely refuse.

When he reached the gate of the community, Song Xi looked like he had just woken up, with messy hair and blurred eyes.

Song Qing squinted his eyes with a smile, and then dazzled the eyes of the passing woman.

"In the past, my ideal spiritual pet was a lion. When the lion stood beside me, I looked tall and mighty."

"But now, I think that although your combat power is in the single digits, you have natural attribute bonuses in terms of gaining favorability. You don't need to do anything to fill up the buff of the team without consuming mana."

Unexpectedly, Song Qing was also quite venomous.

Well said, don't say it next time.

Then he sent out an invitation: "How about being my spiritual pet."

"Thank you. If you are my boyfriend, I will think about it."

With one move, Song Qing was defeated.

"Hey, kid, you're still too tender-skinned, and you're no match for Old You Tiao." Song Xi said secretly.

Walking into the community, Song Qing followed the address given by the other party and slowly searched all the way there.

Song Xi asked why they were not allowed to come directly to the Taoist temple, and Song Qing said that not all problems were related to supernatural events.

Some may be related to the living environment, and some may be related to the family growth environment.

When these factors continue to accumulate and change from qualitative to quantitative, when his will or body is weak, some spiritual bodies will take advantage of his weakness.

Originally, if we solved the spirit body, it would be over, but we couldn't resist people coming to look for it again and again, and it would appear that we were unprofessional.

So usually we will give a matching solution after solving the spirit body, seeking a complete eradication.

Or prescriptions, or adjustments to the home environment, or advice on how family members get along.

It is their business whether to listen or not, but according to our observation, they usually listen, so that they will benefit all the year round, and we will save trouble.

And the master felt that such things happened one after another in this community, so let me observe more.

Song Qing explained to Song Xi inwardly while walking.

Suddenly he came back to his senses, the two of them could hear each other's heart.

Then the last time she asked him if he had a girlfriend, didn't she hear all of his inner activities.

Song Qing blushed suddenly and almost died on the spot.

She looked down at the cat in her hand, as if she hadn't noticed it, then turned her head and continued to search.

The sharp-eyed old lady still remembered Song Qing.

"Hey everyone, take a look, that young man holding a cat is the one who treated the old Shen's child." She pointed to Song Qing and beckoned others to look.

"How do you know it's him?" someone asked.

"Last time, he came to ask for directions. Later, he had a conversation with Old Shen's wife in the park. That time, when Old Shen's family came back, he would be fine."

"He said it was cured in this young man's Taoist temple." The old lady answered affirmatively.

The old man next to him thought to himself: Fortunately, Mrs. Shen didn't have anything to do with him. Nothing can escape your eyes.

"I know this, Xiao Li's family still asked Lao Shen for the phone number, and I was right there at the time." Someone added.

"What's wrong with us here, such strange things always happen recently."

"Who knows."

Someone greeted Song Qing, and Song Qing responded one by one.

"Hey, what a handsome guy, what a cute cat." A young girl's voice sounded.

Song Xi looked around and saw that there were old grandparents and old ladies, but she didn't find any young girls. She guessed that it might be the sound coming from the window of a certain house, so she didn't care.

Looking at the address, I searched all the way, and finally stopped in front of a door.

Song Qing checked the address again, reached out and knocked on the door.

The door opened, and a middle-aged woman stood there and looked Song Qing up and down.

After Song Qing explained his purpose, the other party hurriedly welcomed him in with a smile on his face.

After making tea, the woman introduced herself. She is the mother of the victim, Xiao Li.

Then she introduced Xiao Li's process from normal to onset, and the specific situation at the time of onset.

And how Xiao Li was obedient when she was a child, now ignore her.

How Xiao Li is now singing all day long, torturing her and her wife.

"Look, if I'm not tired and fell asleep, I'm still singing."

"I don't do anything at home every day. I just sit in the room and read novels and play games. The door is still closed and we are not allowed in. Are you angry?"

"He doesn't want to come back after the holiday. If it weren't for the Spring Festival, I don't think he would stay at home for a day all year round."

"When I get home, I sleep late every day. I don't wake up in the morning or sleep in the evening. When I get up, I don't fold the quilt or wash my face. I just sit in front of the computer when I get up."

"I don't read books, I don't do my homework, if I urge you to move, people will be blown up by him."

"Look at the neighbor's children, they don't have to worry about it every day.

"I do my homework by doing after-school services at school, and I take the initiative to ask for extra-curricular tutoring classes. She is only in the third grade of elementary school. Why is there such a big gap between people and people?"

"The neighbor across from our house throws rubbish outside the door every night."

"Every time we go out, there is a bad smell, especially in summer. You said that it is unlucky to meet such quality neighbors."

"She still has dirty hands and feet. Last time I left a cardboard box at the door. I just put it down and opened the door to put things in. When I came out, it disappeared."

"I ran to ask her if she didn't recognize me. I saw the orange dress on her through the crack of the door."

Song Qing sat there and listened quietly, nodding occasionally.

Song Xi fell asleep in a daze, and when he woke up again, he looked at the clock on the wall, almost two hours had passed.

Xiao Li's mother has already talked about all kinds of irritating family stories about her relatives and how her husband stays away from home every day.

Song Xi couldn't help but look at Song Qing with admiration, and there was no trace of impatience on his face.

She fell down.

At this time, the room began to sing again.

(End of this chapter)