NABC Chapter 258 Memory
Chapter 258 Memory
"Meow meow meow!!"
A skinny orange cat, meowing incessantly, was perched on top of a trash can, next to a box of leftover fried rice.
The little orange cat's fur looked very shabby, with strands of fur tangled together. It looked dirty and smelly, and looked like a stray cat that had been abandoned and was shivering all over.
It was indeed a stray cat.
At this moment, it was baring its teeth and barking at the young man standing in front of it, while its thin body kept backing away, still biting at the box of fried rice.
"..."
The young man seemed to sigh, and then a shadow instantly covered the little orange cat completely.
The little orange cat looked up in fright.
"Meow meow meow meow!!"
What are you doing?! Don't come near me! I'll bite!
The little orange cat's screams suddenly stopped, and the young man stuffed a fragrant frozen dried fish into its mouth.
The little orange cat's eyes lit up, and it instantly started frantically biting into the dried fish in its mouth.
"Meow meow meow meow meow meow..."
So delicious! So delicious! So delicious! So delicious!
The young man lowered his head and stroked the little orange cat, which had suddenly become docile. He felt the cat's warm body trembling, but it did not try to pull away from his hand.
"Tsk."
A child's innocent voice rang out from above.
The young man paused slightly as he stroked the orange kitten, and subconsciously looked up.
On the windowsill, a boy wearing a striped blue hospital gown sat on the balcony, his two thin, pale legs dangling and swaying inside the security bars of the window.
His face was somewhat obscured, but through the thin, hazy veil, it was clear that the boy was very handsome.
"If we feed it so well now, it will become a picky eater later."
"That's what the boy by the window said."
The young man looked up at him, his gaze tracing over the other man's body and face, but his words annoyed the boy on the balcony.
"What you're doing is dangerous."
The young man offered a truthful reminder.
"Security windows may not be able to support the weight of a person."
The boy on the windowsill was silent for a second, then rolled his eyes:
"What's it to you? I like sitting like this, so what? Are you afraid I'll suddenly fall and scare you to death?"
The boy's sharp tongue silenced the young man.
The positions of the two were instantly reversed, leaving only the little orange cat in the young man's hands still making purring sounds.
"you--"
"What are you?"
The boy on the windowsill suddenly slammed his hand on the security window in front of him. The rattling sound made the young man's heart leap into his throat.
Are you crazy? How can you just take pictures of security windows like that?
"You don't want your life?"
The young man's voice turned cold. "If you really fall, do you know what will become of you?"
The boy didn't care what he would become; he even chuckled with interest:
"Turn into mincemeat? Or smash headfirst to pieces? Like a watermelon, making a 'splat' sound, and then bright red juice gushing out—"
"No."
The young man interrupted the boy, calmly saying, "You'll break your upper leg first, then your arm, and if your head is badly injured, you might become mentally disabled and in a vegetative state, lying in bed and unable to defecate or urinate."
boy:"……"
The boy's smile faded, and he stared expressionlessly at the young man's cold face, letting out a cold laugh:
"Are you kidding me? This is only the second floor, how could someone become a vegetable?"
"Ah."
The young man nodded seriously: "Even if you're on the second floor, they won't smash you into a watermelon."
boy:"……"
The repeated setbacks clearly made him somewhat embarrassed and angry, and his two thin, skinny legs trembled.
"You, you," the boy's eyes darted around several times before he finally shouted:
"That cat you're holding is mine!"
The young man looked up: "Oh? Really? What's its name?"
"Fatty!"
The boy shouted, "Its name is Fatty!"
As luck would have it, just as the boy finished shouting those two words, the little orange cat buried in the young man's palm actually looked up at the second floor and let out a soft meow.
The boy was visibly more excited. "Look, Fatty responded to me!"
The young man bent down and gently rubbed the little orange cat's head with his fingers, making the cat tilt to one side.
"is it?"
"What else? It responded to me."
The little orange cat, who had just been given a frozen dried fish by the young man, meowed: "...Meow meow meow!!"
So delicious! I want to eat this every day!
"But I remember it was my cat."
A barely perceptible smile appeared on the young man's indifferent face: "Its name is Laibao."
"Meow meow meow!"
The little orange cat purred as it munched on the frozen dried fish, rubbing its paws against the young man's palm.
The boy sitting on the windowsill instantly got angry.
No! Its name is Feifei!
Why is it called Fatty?
"Because it's too thin," the boy replied without hesitation.
"It's too skinny, like an unwanted little wildcat, so we call it Fatty."
"..."
This time, the young man did not immediately refute.
He looked down at the soft, tiny orange kitten in his hands, his gaze softening.
“Calling for Bao is also a good idea.”
The young man spoke gently: "A baby who came out of nowhere."
boy:"……"
He turned his head away instantly. "No."
The boy insisted, "It can only be called Fatty."
Fatty, who can eat his fill every day and become chubby.
The young man's heart skipped a beat. He looked at the boy by the window, who had turned his head away, refusing to look at him, and a thought struck him:
"what's your name?"
"..."
The boy snorted coldly, turned around with a wicked laugh, and said, "Why should I tell you my name?"
After saying that, the boy called the little orange cat's name again, and when the cat looked up blankly, its eyes seemed to light up for a moment.
"I'm not telling you."
The boy jumped off the windowsill, the security bars shattering with a loud, fleeting sound.
Beside the trash can, the young man seemed to only just smell the rotting odor of the garbage dump, and took several steps back while holding the little orange cat.
"Aren't you going to tell me...?"
The young man looked down at the little orange cat in his arms that was purring continuously.
"It's ok."
As dusk settled, the young man seemed to sense the chill in the air after the sun had set. He carefully placed the little orange cat in his pocket, turned, and left the somewhat cramped alleyway.
Da da da--
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When Lu Chusheng woke up from his sleep, the sound of footsteps leaving the alleyway seemed to still linger in his ears.
His heart was pounding, the thumping gradually drowning out the footsteps in his dream, slowly bringing Lu Chusheng back to his senses.
The alley... the little orange cat... Fatty... Laibao... and the boy whose face is obscured on the windowsill behind the security window.
As Lu Chusheng gazed at the chandelier on the ceiling, his chaotic mind gradually cleared.
He's not stupid.
The image in his dream told him that the boy sitting on the windowsill whose face he couldn't see was Yu Shijiu.