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Although Bai Ziyin never admits that the cat was brought by him, everyone knows in their hearts: the cat comes and goes all day, stealing chickens and fish everywhere, and always runs back home right at mealtime, more punctual than those who go out to work.
Old Li holds the same hostility towards this young man of unknown origin and the cat that may threaten the safety of the parrot, so he often gossips in the neighborhood. "I bet that kid definitely couldn't make it in the city, that's why he came to our place!" Old Li stands in the middle of a group of old ladies gossiping, "Who with any prospects would be willing to come back here!"
He nodded as he spoke, as if he had seen Bai Ziyin himself hitting a wall everywhere in the big city and finally had to return to the town in a sorry state. Thinking of this, Old Li found another point of attack, smirked, and was about to say something again.
"Meow—" a playful meow sounded at Old Li's feet, interrupting his words.
It's strange how the call of an animal can carry a sense of mockery. Before Old Li could delve deeper into this thought, the group of gossipy old ladies started calling out one after another. He instinctively looked down and saw his beloved parrot lying on the ground, looking like a bloody rag.
The culprit was crouching nearby, leisurely licking its paws. Sensing Old Li's angry gaze, it provocatively wagged its tail, then swiftly disappeared from everyone's sight like a black lightning bolt.
Since then, Old Li and Bai Ziyin have completely formed a grudge, although it has always been Old Li unilaterally causing trouble.
"Eh!" Hearing someone calling from behind, Old Li suddenly stood up, forgetting that his head was still stuck in the gap. As a result, his forehead was cut open by the damaged wooden board, and he turned around with blood streaming down to look at Zhang Qiang.
"Sigh, oh my!" Zhang Qiang couldn't bear to look and quickly touched his own forehead, "Why are you in such a hurry? You're not young anymore, how can you still be so careless? That wound is not small!" Old Li, as if feeling no pain, stood still, staring fixedly at Zhang Qiang.
A dark red stream flowed through the layered ravines, dyeing half of Old Li's face red. Zhang Qiang felt his scalp tingle under that gaze, goosebumps crawling uncontrollably up his arms. But out of years of neighborly friendship, he suppressed the indescribable sense of fear in his heart and tentatively offered, "I have bandages and medicine at home, shall I bring them to you?"
Old Li's dry face suddenly showed a smile and he waved gently at Zhang Qiang, saying, "Sure, thank you." It's really strange, Old Li is not usually this easy to talk to. Zhang Qiang scratched his head in confusion and walked into the house, preparing the medicine box to bring to the old man.
He stood in front of the door, and with sharp eyes, he caught a glimpse of a dark shadow flashing past the crack in the door, as if something had run by.
The murky and dim yellowish sunset looked particularly gloomy and ominous, casting a reckless scattering of crimson and scarlet, making everything on the ground appear distorted and blurry.
Outside the door came a long, lazy meow, followed by a panicked shout from Old Li. Zhang Qiang thought about Old Li's injured forehead and said to himself that he couldn't let that ignorant animal bite or scratch him again. Otherwise, he would have to get shots and stay in the hospital, and his old bones couldn't handle that kind of trouble. So he reached out to open the courtyard door.
"Now, don't go out."
Zhang Qiang followed the sound and saw Bai Ziyin sitting on the earthen wall that separated the two courtyards, at some point unknown.
Resting his chin in one hand, his gaze wandered aimlessly. At that moment, he was observing the locust trees planted in the courtyard of Old Li.
"Adult matters, don't concern yourself, child."
Zhang Qiang pouted, not intending to ask about the cat. He knew the young man in front of him would not admit to the issue of the cat's ownership. Over these days, Bai Ziyin had also noticed the young man's indifferent attitude towards the black cat.
"Old Li's words are indeed straightforward, don't take it to heart. Old Li is afraid of cats, and he's just been injured at an old age, it looks quite serious. I have to go and drive that beast away to prevent any accidents!"
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