Suo Qingjun Chapter 80

little milk cat

The setting sun dyed the sky a layer of pale gold, casting long, soft light shadows on the wooden floor through the glass windows of the flower shop.Xu Baiyan had already skipped away with his painting tools in his arms, and Song Xu also left after a work call. The shop, which had been lively and lively just now, finally became completely quiet, and Jin Xianling was also persuaded to go back.

Qing Feng’an is the only one left.

He did not rush to clean up, but enjoyed this rare leisure.His long hair was still tied up high with the warm mutton-fat jade hairpin, revealing a thin and white neck. The light apricot-colored clothes made his temperament even more noble, gentle and affectionate.He moved slowly and gracefully, gently squeezing the clean cotton cloth with his fingertips, and wiped the wooden tables and chairs in the store bit by bit, with such gentle force that he seemed afraid of disturbing the peace of the room.

After wiping the tables and chairs, he walked slowly to the flower stand on the right side of the door.The row of shelves is higher and higher from bottom to top, and is well-proportioned. It is filled with fresh cut flowers that arrived in the morning, such as peonies, gardenias, jasmine, and platycodon. They are layer upon layer, and the fragrance is light and not greasy.Qing Feng’an lowered her eyes, gently opened the hanging petals with her slender fingertips, picked away the slightly yellowed remaining leaves, and then adjusted the position of each bouquet of flowers just right. Her posture was as calm as the figure in the ancient painting, emerging from the mud but not stained, and gentle without a trace of pyrotechnics and violence.

After finishing this, he turned and walked towards the wishing tree on the left side of the door.

The trunk of the tree is not strong, but its branches and leaves are spread out. Countless red ropes and ribbons are swaying gently in the evening breeze, each of which is tied with a stranger’s little wish.Qing Feng’an raised his hand, and his fingertips gently brushed a piece of fluttering red silk. It felt soft, and there was a slight warmth in his eyes. He did not speak, but stood quietly for a moment, then turned and stepped into the small private garden in the store.

The garden is not big, but it is kept clean and refreshing. The soil has the moist smell of grass and trees. Several succulents and herbs are next to each other. The sunlight falls on the leaves, glowing with fine light.Qing Feng’an squatted down, picked up a small copper watering can on the side, and slowly watered the flowers and plants. The water flow fell slowly, soaking the soil and adding a bit of moist tenderness to the entire small space.

Just when he was about to straighten up, an extremely weak, almost inaudible whimpering sound suddenly floated out from behind the old wooden box in the corner of the garden.

It’s not the sound of wind, or the rustling of flowers and leaves, but the sound of living things.

Qing Feng’an made a move, and a trace of slight doubt flashed across his eyes.

He stepped lightly, without making any sound, and slowly approached the wooden box.The setting sun shone from behind him, making his figure slender and soft.He leaned forward slightly, stretched out his fingertips, and gently pushed aside a few mint plants in front of him.

The next moment, a pair of moist golden eyes as bright as glass suddenly caught his sight.

It is a very small yellow raccoon cat.

The kitten is no more than the size of a palm. The fur all over its body is a light warm orange. There is a small patch of darker fur on the top of its head. The tip of its nose is pink and tender, and even its paws are as light pink as meat pads.It huddled in the narrow gap between the wooden box and the wall, its small body curled up tightly, trembling slightly because of fear, its tail firmly attached to its side, its eyes big and round, looking timidly at Qing Feng’an, with a sense of helplessness and fear, like a pitiful little fur ball blown down by the wind.

Qing Feng’an’s heart softened slightly at that moment, so soft that it was completely soft.

He didn’t reach out immediately, let alone get closer. He just maintained a squatting position and lowered his body slightly to make himself feel no pressure.His voice was very soft and soft, like the evening wind blowing through the petals of flowers, soothing in a low voice:

“Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you.”

The milk cat seemed to be moved by the gentle voice. Its tight little body trembled slightly, but it did not run away immediately. It just stared at Qing Feng’an with its golden eyes open without blinking.

Qing Feng’an stayed still and accompanied it patiently.

Time passes little by little, the fragrance of flowers lingers around me, and the wind chimes occasionally jingle outside the door, small and gentle.

After an unknown amount of time, the little yellow cat finally tried and moved a small step forward very carefully.

The tip of its nose twitched slightly, smelling the faint scent of peony on Qing Feng’an’s body. The scent was clean, gentle, and not dangerous.

The corners of Qing Feng’an’s lips slowly raised into a very shallow smile, like moonlight breaking through the ice, so gentle that no edges could be seen.

He slowly stretched out a hand, palm facing up, and stopped a short distance away from the kitten. He waited quietly, without forcing or urging, just giving it a complete sense of security.

After a few more seconds, the milk cat finally summoned up all his courage.

Its small paws stepped lightly, and it came close to Qing Feng’an’s fingertips, and gently and tentatively rubbed his fingers with its furry little head.

The soft touch came instantly, making Qing Feng’an’s fingertips slightly numb with warmth.

There was a soft light in his eyes, and he stroked the kitten’s head very lightly and softly, and his voice was so gentle that it could melt the dusk:

“Little guy, are you lost?”

The milk cat let out a thin and soft “meow——”, which was like a response, but also like dependence. It simply moved closer to his hand, completely letting go of all guard.

Qing Feng’an just squatted quietly in the garden, accompanying this little life that suddenly broke into his flower shop.

There was no noise, no confusion, no calculations, just the fragrance of flowers, the sunset, the evening breeze, and a little yellow cat that relied on him.

Banxia novel, a lot of fun