Mo Yue sighed, "This wild cat has a really greedy mouth. People are so fierce towards it, why doesn't it leave?"

Luffy smiled bitterly, "This kitten, it is begging, begging the man for food, but unfortunately, it begged the wrong person. That man is a cold-blooded animal, and sinister and terrible."

Mo Yue smiled bitterly, "This kitten is probably because it is often fed by humans and cared for by humans, so the roar of that person is completely ignored."

Lu Fei smiled, "Well, you should continue to listen to me. Looking at the pile of debris under the window, I am a little worried. Seriously, if my wife doesn't leave, it must be doing something under my window. Clean. Although she has a bad temper and likes to nag, she is very diligent. As long as she stays at home, she will immediately clean up and clean up the whole house. At that time, the floor of my house, including the window glass, was spotless. Yes, bed sheets, pillowcases and sofa towels must be washed every week. Anyone who visits my house will give a thumbs up. Now, as soon as she leaves, everything is gone. My bed sheets and quilts have not been washed for at least two months. On the sofa towel The cleaning time for the second time should have been three months ago. Maybe longer, I really can’t remember. After she left, I seemed to lose my memory all of a sudden, and I also forgot the passage of time. In a flash, three years have passed. For three years, I didn’t have a woman to accompany me, and I don’t know how I got through it. Looking at the pile of garbage, I remembered her again. If she was there, she would clean up everything inside and outside the house. People with cleanliness, don’t see any rubbish. Even if I accidentally drip oil stains on my clothes while eating, she would still tell me for a long time. Just when I stared at the pile of debris in a daze, the pile of debris suddenly came out A slight meow, in addition to the rustling noise, I heard these movements and immediately felt furious. It was the beast, it must be it. Hearing it calling like this, it seemed to be begging me to let it go. No way, a little beast who disturbed my sleep, I must smash its head with a stick. I knocked on the stone road with the stick again, roared, get out, don’t wait for me to find you, once I find you, you will It's dead. I think it must have been stunned by my roar, because there was no movement in the debris pile for an instant. However, I can be sure that it is still in the debris pile because I didn't see it coming out. I Walked to the pile of debris, squatted down, and whispered, my dear kitten, meow, come out, as long as you come out, I will give you dried fish. Of course I was lying to it, for a long time, I have been Carrying the stick, I just waited for it to appear before I knock it down. This little bastard, I have to knock it to death. Of course it is not a fool, knowing that I was lying to it, hiding in the pile of debris and refused to come out. , I was in a stalemate with it for a while. It seemed to have made up its mind and kept hiding in it. No matter how cleverly I persuade, this little **** still refuses to come out. I really can’t wait, so I have to do it. Remove the sundries one by one. Most of these sundries are lighter and easier to move. However, there are a few boxes under the sundries, which are quite heavy. The boxes are all my tools for repairing the car. The tools are old. I also bought new tools, but the old ones were reluctant to throw them away. They were all piled up under the window. I always planned to sell them to the ragged ones, but always forgot. Every time the ragged ones came, I got drunk. , I can’t be too lazy. By the way, since she left, wine has become my woman, who accompanies me day and night. The tools for repairing cars are iron lumps, and each one is heavy. If you want to remove these boxes , It took a lot of effort, but I haven’t waited for me to put these boxes All of a sudden, the beast slammed out of the pile of debris, disappearing into the night in a swift smoke. I looked at its little back, stomping and cursing, little beast, don't let me see you again. Otherwise I have to kill you. That night, I went back to bed and lay down, but I couldn’t fall asleep anymore. At this time, those nasty wild cats started to cry again, which made me even more unable to sleep. So I got up and took a piece from the refrigerator. The bottle of wine was poured out. For three years, I have been here like this. Every time I think of her, I drink hard, get drunk, sleep well, and get drunk, so I don't have to think about her anymore. It is painful to miss someone, especially if you love that person or not. Over the past three years, there has been intermittent contact with her, but she has always refused to come back to me. That night, while listening to the annoying cat screaming spring outside the window, I drank boring wine and didn't fall asleep in my clothes until dawn. In fact, I am not a hateful person. After that night, I quickly forgot about it. It’s normal for humans to be harassed by cats when they sleep at night, but on the third night after that night, at the same time, I lay down, just about to go to bed, and suddenly heard the familiar clicking sound again. At that time, my nerves were immediately tense, and the blood from all over my body poured into my brain. I sat up on the ground and listened carefully. Yes, it was this clicking sound, exactly the same as I heard three days ago. It's the beast, it's here again. This bastard, is it going to end? There is always a limit to everything, for example, my tolerance is very limited. I reached out and touched the wooden stick beside the bed, got out of the bed, and walked toward the outhouse. The annoying clicking sound came from the window sill. I suppressed my anger, walked to the outhouse, fumbled for the flashlight, and walked to the window sill. The moonlight tonight is extraordinarily bright. I can see it clearly. It’s the wild cat, that nasty beast. It’s coming again, still scratching my window with its little paw, click-click-click. As if scratching on my chest, under the bright moonlight, I clearly saw the wild cat's eyes glowing. It was still the same look three days ago, staring eagerly at the dried fish on the window sill of the house. I couldn't bear it, so I yelled at the beast, get out! You idiot. I really don't understand. Why do you have these little animals in this world, one by one, just like beggars, following behind people's **** all day long, don't you have any shame? You are a group of low-level animals, please be a little self-aware, roll back to the forest, and use your hardworking claws and poor wisdom to earn your own food. Get out! Understand? Hearing my cursing, the beast was stunned, as if he understood it, and then I waved his hands to drive it away. This time, it did not linger, but jumped straight off the window sill and disappeared into the night. "