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Chapter 61 The Negative Cat (3)
The young man smiled and said nothing, walked up to the cat that came out of the milk's mouth and picked it up.The gray cat lay obediently in his arms, squinting its eyes and wagging its tail.

"There used to be a lot of cats in this village. Older people should remember it?"

The villagers over the age of 40 showed taboo expressions on their faces, but most of them nodded their heads, and the young people like me didn't understand at all.I like cats very much, but I never understand why we don't have any cats here.

"Fear, disgust, desire, hunting." The young man walked towards them with the cat in his arms, and the crowd retreated.

"Why should you be afraid? They are gentle and lovely animals, come and pet them." The young man shouted at a girl who was about my age. She was Xiaoqing, the daughter of the village party secretary.

Xiaoqing's braid was black and long, and she blinked at the cat, and the cat also opened its eyes and looked at her.

"Don't touch, don't touch! Girl." Her mother wanted to drag her back, but Xiaoqing walked towards the cat as if possessed, slowly stretched out her index finger to touch the cat's head, and then rubbed its chin .The gray cat raised its head contentedly, enjoying the teasing of Xiaoqing's fingers.

"Haha, this cat is so soft." Xiaoqing smiled.The young people behind him also slowly walked over to surround the cat.

I wanted to go there too, but my mother held me back.

"That's enough! I don't know what tricks you're up to, but please get out of here! It's a tradition in our village not to keep cats." Teacher Zhou rushed over to drive the children away, which was in great contrast to his usual attitude. He has always encouraged students to get in touch with new things.

The cat in the young man's arms suddenly opened its eyes, broke free from its arms and jumped up, throwing its whole body on Teacher Zhou's face.Teacher Zhou howled in horror and backed away, staggered and fell to the ground, knocking his head on the door frame of the nurse's room.

We tried to help him up, but were stopped by the young man.The cat didn't scratch him, but lay motionless on his face.

"Don't watch the excitement! Let's go, let's go!" The fourth uncle irritably drove the villagers in front of the door, and everyone dispersed slowly.Xiaoqing kept looking at the cat, but in the end she forced her father to drag it away.

"Li Weiguo, your family better give us an explanation. What's the point of the rumors about cat monsters everywhere?" The village party secretary drove everyone away, but sat down by himself.Li Weiguo is my father's first name, and the village head is only two or three years older than my father, but he always calls him by name.

Dad bowed his head and offered a cup of tea to the village chief, then squatted on the ground with a bitter face and hugged his head in silence.Everyone else has dispersed, leaving only a few of our family.The cat lying on Teacher Zhou's face showed no intention of leaving, and Teacher Zhou also lay still.

"Is he all right?" I asked the young man.

The young man walked over to pick up the cat, and we found that Mr. Zhou was actually awake.He stood up slowly, leaning on the door frame, seemingly weak.Mother and I moved a stool for him to sit on.

"As I said, I'm chasing a cat that grants wishes - certain people at certain times, of course. I know someone here who met him, made a wish 20 years ago, and the whole Only in the village will there be a monster named negative cat."

The young man stroked the cat's back, and everyone was silent.

"Anyone want to talk?"

Teacher Zhou sighed, and he looked at Fourth Uncle.

"I always thought it was a dream that day." The fourth uncle sat down.

"So you know that big cat too." The young man smiled, took out a sprig of catnip and threw it aside, the gray cat rushed over immediately.

"Is it you or me?" The fourth uncle asked Mr. Zhou. Mr. Zhou took off his glasses, closed his eyes tightly, and finally said: "Let me do it, this matter has nothing to do with you—"

Teacher Zhou returned to the tone of the usual class, as if reciting the text to us.

"I was not even Chunsheng that year."

He said so.

20 years ago, my mother died of illness.She was very sick when she was a girl, and my grandma often complained that my father married a daughter-in-law who couldn't grow a baby and couldn't cut wheat.She didn't know that my father met my mother during the war. My mother was still a student at that time. She abandoned the superior environment at home and joined the revolution. After the war, she followed my father to work in the county.My father always feels sorry for her, and my mother is not in good health, so I also feel sorry for my father.So they got along very modestly and had a good relationship.My enlightenment knowledge is still taught by my mother.

That year my father presided over a revolutionary meeting in the county, and everyone was revolutionizing, and my mother went to bed after drying the bacon.Before going to bed, she asked me to wrap a few pieces of meat and give them to the village grandma.I couldn't find any paper, so I randomly took a piece of meat from Dad's desk and went out.At that time, there were many cats in the village, very clingy and presumptuous. A big tabby cat probably smelled the smell of meat, rushed over and took the meat from my hand.I chased it and just bumped into the revolutionary team. My father led the way. The cat saw how many people dropped the meat and ran away.The meat was scattered on the ground, and everyone was stunned.

I didn't know, but the reverse side of the meat-wrapping paper is the portrait of Chairman Mao!I was really stupid at the time, I didn't know to turn over and take a look.The meat oil soaked the paper, and Chairman Mao's head was covered with oil.

That afternoon, my father changed from the director of the Revolutionary Committee to a counter-revolutionary who deliberately insulted the great leader.In the past, many people didn't like Dad's unselfish personality, and now they finally seized the opportunity to take revenge on him.When mother heard that father was fighting, she caught the wind and cold in a hurry, and died after holding on for a month.My father heard that my mother had died in the cowshed, so he couldn't think about hanging himself.You all know what happened later, my grandma cried and went blind, but she still supported me and took me with her. I grew up eating all kinds of food in the village.

From that day on, I hated cats, I knew it was my fault, but I just hated.My parents were dead, and the children in the village bullied me. They knew that I was studying in the city and I looked fair, so they often painted catnip all over my body, and then threw a dozen cats on me.I get scratched by cats every day.The grandma was blind, so I endured the pain and applied the medicine myself, for fear that she would feel uncomfortable.Even I started to be afraid of going back, because Grandma also has a cat, which is very beautiful, and it always wants to be close to me, but I am annoyed by it.Sometimes I bully grandma to be blind and throw the little black cat far away, but it always runs back persistently.

Tortured and bullied by those children day after day, I almost resigned to my fate, and slowly transferred my resentment to the cats—everyone told them that they all had cats in their family and liked cats.

I remember that day was during the thunderstorm season, and I rushed to cut the wheat, and I almost fell apart.Later, when he remembered that his clothes had been left in the field, he ran back again.All the people in the fields had left, and I was looking for my clothes everywhere, but I didn't expect to see it.

I was terrified at the time. I had never seen such a big cat. It was pure white, with panic-stricken eyes and a thick tail that dragged on the ground.It didn't know where it came from, and then it lay down in front of me and licked its fur. I didn't know how to escape, but sat down and looked at it.

I was very strange myself, obviously I have always hated cats, but I couldn't take my eyes away, and suddenly I had a strange feeling that this cat seemed to be waiting for me to say something.

"Say a wish."

It yelled, obviously it was a cat meowing, but I felt this meaning.

"All the cats in the village must die." I tremblingly said this sentence, "I don't want any of them, never appear."

(End of this chapter)