Chapter 293: Why does it feel a little cold?

After going downstairs, Wang Jian released Heimi and said gently, "Go play!"

　　Heimi jumped to the ground, first stretched out his claws, pouted his butt, and stretched his body.

　　Afterwards, on the lawn that had just turned green and the withered yellow had not completely faded away, he squinted his eyes to observe the environment, and took two steps unhurriedly. The warm sun shines on Heimi's body, and it looks like a lion king who patrols the territory in a documentary.

　　Wang Jian didn't dislike the dirt outside, so he sat directly on the stone tooth -- well, it doesn't matter if it's dirty, just go back and throw the clothes in the washing machine, but the ground is still a little cool, and it's not very comfortable to sit. Forget it, just sit on the bench.

　　He fiddled with Heimi's cheek with a piece of grass, teased it for a while, and then scratched its head: "Heimi, I'll sit on the opposite chair for a while, call me when you're done playing!"

　　Heimi shook Swinging his tail, he rubbed Wang Jian's feet around in a circle, and he agreed.

　　Its two front paws stepped on the soft grass, like stepping on a soft quilt, adapting to the texture of the grass.

　　A weed leaf swept its beard and face, black rice felt the smell of soil, plants and breeze, his eyes gradually became excited, as if he was awakened by the wildness in his body, his pace gradually accelerated, and he jumped and ran on the grass. .

　　The sun shines, and its shadow is reflected on the ground. Heimi seems to have found something very interesting. He stares at the shadow on the ground. He jumps up and pounces with his two front paws. flutter.

　　Then the whole cat was clinging to the ground, its tail swayed back and forth like a flag, slapped the ground, and suddenly jumped, like a spring on its leg, bounced to the left, and again With a pounce to the right, there was a Z-shaped shake, but it still didn't pounce.

　　The spirit of chasing and frolicking with his own shadow, fighting for courage, and entertaining himself can be described as first-class.

　　After chasing happily, he ran wildly on the lawn, suddenly jumped into the bushes, pouted his butt, looked up with his head, dragged the branches of a bush and refused to let go of his claws, and hugged him tightly in his arms.

　　But within two seconds, he let go of the bushes and continued to play the game of chasing shadows.

　　Wang Jian watched Heimi playing happily on the lawn, and a soft smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Heimi hasn't been out to play recently. Seeing how happy it looks, I think it's a little panic?"

　　Although it's in the south, it's not There are sunny days all year round, and in winter there are still one or two months when the temperature is relatively low.

　　The sun hasn't been out recently, and Heimi doesn't want to go out to play. Today, there are finally signs of warming, so he can play happily outside.

　　Looking at this scene, he took out the giraffe notebook from his pocket, took out another sketch pen, and drew a simple sketch on it.

　　The giraffe notebook basically records his observations on cats, such as Heimi's lowering body and his sharp-eyed hunting posture, Heimi's sneak attack on marshmallows, and the scenes of cats fighting.

　　"Unconsciously, it's almost full."

　　Wang Jian sighed a little after painting this page.

　　As a cat lover, he always wanted to make a game about cats.

　　Naturally, there are a lot of ideas, but they don't feel very rounded, and I have been busy making various games, so I put them on hold for the time being.

　　Watching Heimi play freely on the lawn, Wang Jian held his chin and was stunned for a while.

　　After a while, Heimi came over to his leg and called out "meow meow" twice.

　　"Have you finished playing, want to go back?"

　　Wang Jian was about to pick up Heimi and put it back in his bag, but Hei Mi flexibly avoided him and looked up at Wang Jian.

　　"Huh?" Wang Jian was stunned for a moment, "Are you tired of playing and hungry and want to bring something to eat?"

　　He took out a box of small canned meat from his bag again, opened it and handed it to Heimi.

　　Heimi squatted down and stopped after taking two bites. He didn't look very hungry.

　　Afterwards, he took the can in his mouth and left.

　　However, although the can is small, it is still quite full after two bites, and it is quite troublesome for a cat to hold it in its mouth.

　　"What do you mean? I won't steal your food, so you still take it away?"

　　When Wang Jian was confused, Heimi put down the can again and looked at him.

　　"Oh, you are leading the way, shall I follow?"

　　"Meow."

　　Wang Jian took the can and followed it curiously.

　　Crossing the lawn from the trail to the fence of the community, Wang Jian's keen eyes (Cat Radar) had already spotted a dirty orange stray cat from a distance away.

　　Its vigilance was very high, and when it saw someone coming, it immediately got up from the ground, dragged an unnaturally drooping leg, moved back two steps, looked here vigilantly, pricked its ears, Seems ready to run away at any moment.

　　Wang Jian took a closer look, and suddenly showed a pitiful look: "Yeah, it seems to be a disabled cat, this leg is probably crushed, right?" If the

　　leg falls with such a serious disability, the agility will definitely be greatly affected, no matter what. It is very inconvenient to move to escape, or to turn over the trash can.

　　Looking at the miserable appearance of this orange cat, he was so emaciated with hunger that he probably hadn't had a good meal for a long time.

　　Heimi shouted at Wang Jian: "Meow~"

　　Wang Jian understood, Heimi probably looked at this orange cat when he was playing just now. Seeing how pitiful it was, he wanted to help it.

　　Wang Jian tentatively took a step towards the orange cat. It immediately stared at Wang Jian fiercely, all its hair frizzy, while making a warning sound of "ha", it took a step back and retreated to the edge of the fence.

　　This orange cat was so afraid of people that Wang Jian couldn't scare it any longer. He squatted down and showed the orange cat the open can in his hand. He shook it gently, put it on the ground, and pushed it forward.

　　Heimi wanted to bite the can and go over, but was picked up by Wang Jian and retreated far away.

　　After Wang Jian retreated, the orange cat hesitated for a while, then jumped with three feet to the can, sniffed, and immediately devoured it. Looking around, for fear that someone will grab food, it seems that he is really hungry.

　　After eating for a while, he picked up the can and walked away, hopping and hopping, and soon disappeared behind the fence, without looking back, not knowing where he went.

　　Heimi was in Wang Jian's arms, staring blankly at the direction where the orange cat disappeared, and rubbed his head against Wang Jian, probably thinking of his homeless life.

　　Wang Jian stroked its head and said with a smile, "Are you much luckier than it?"

　　"Meow~"

　　After returning home, Wang Jian couldn't help but think of the orange cat hopping away with a can of food in its mouth. figure, open the giraffe notebook, and write down this figure.

　　...

　　After learning the game for a day, Wang Jian yawned in the evening and put on the quilt: "Heimi, good night."

　　As soon as his head touched the pillow, he fell asleep.

　　As he fell asleep, Wang Jian felt a little cold in his body, and clung his body even tighter.

　　After a while, I couldn't stand it anymore: "Why don't you turn on an electric heater?"

　　He opened his eyes, got confused for a while, and suddenly panicked: "Damn, where is my quilt? Huh? Where is my house? I Where is TM sleeping?"

　　"Bang!"

　　A nearby window opened, and someone scolded: "What is the dead cat calling at night?"

　　A plastic empty bottle was thrown over. Wang Jian felt a gust of wind, and hurriedly dragged his hind legs and ran two steps to escape. took the hit.