Suo Qingjun Chapter 81

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The setting sun completely sank behind the building, and the sky bloomed with a layer of lavender and light pink. The warm light inside the flower shop turned on gently, illuminating the room of flowers softly and hazy.Xu Baiyan and Song Xu had already left, leaving Qing Feng’an alone in the store, leisurely picking up the day’s tiny traces.

With gentle movements, he returned the scattered flower scissors to their original positions, neatly folded the wrapping paper, and walked to the raised flower stand at the door. He readjusted the position of each bunch of flowers. His fingertips occasionally brushed the soft petals. His temperament was as noble as the moonlight, and he was gentle enough not to be stained by the hustle and bustle of the world.The wishing tree next to the door swayed gently in the evening breeze, and the red ropes and ribbons fluttered in the wind, which was quiet and reassuring.

After finishing what she was doing, Qing Feng’an walked into the small garden in the backyard again.

As soon as he bent down, he heard the weak whimper again.

He walked lightly, slowly approached the wooden box in the corner, and once again pushed aside the hanging branches and leaves.The little yellow cat was still huddled in place. Its fur was a warm light orange, its ears were tipped with a hint of white, and its round golden eyes were moist. When it saw him, it was no longer as scared as before. It just looked at him timidly, its small body trembling slightly, but it did not run away.

Qing Feng’an slowly squatted down, keeping his posture very low, trying to make himself look as non-threatening as possible.He didn’t reach out to touch it, but looked at the kitten quietly, his voice as soft as the wind blowing petals: “Don’t be afraid, it’s safe here.”

His breath was clean and gentle, with a faint scent of peony, which made the kitten gradually let down its guard.

After a while, the little yellow cat tentatively took a small step forward, gently rubbing the air with the tip of its nose, as if to confirm whether the person in front of him was trustworthy.Qing Feng’an remained still and patient, and the tenderness in his eyes almost overflowed.

Finally, the little yellow cat plucked up the courage, took short steps, and got closer to his fingertips.

The soft little head gently rubbed against his fingers, feeling warm and furry.

Qing Feng’an’s heart softened instantly.

He touched the top of the kitten’s head very gently and gently, watching it huddle in his hand, narrowing its eyes obediently and purring slightly.This little kitten as big as a palm, relying on him without any defense, gave this quiet flower shop a sudden warmth.

Qing Fengan got up and returned to the store, took out a clean shallow porcelain plate from the cabinet, poured some warm water, found a small piece of unsalted soft cake, and crushed it into crumbs.He walked back into the garden and placed the plate gently in front of the kitten. His movements were so gentle that there was almost no sound.

“Eat slowly, this will be your place from now on.”

“From now on, you can just say you are full.”

The little yellow cat lowered his head to lick the water and nibbled on the cake crumbs, no longer timid.

Qing Feng’an sat on the small stone steps in the garden and stayed with it quietly.

The evening breeze swept through the flowers and leaves, bringing with them a burst of light floral fragrance. The wind chime at the door occasionally rang. The sky darkened little by little, and the world was so quiet that only the breathing and the subtle sounds of kittens eating were left.He looked at this little ball of fur, and the corner of his lips unconsciously raised a very shallow smile, noble and gentle, refreshing and healing.

When the kitten was full, she took the initiative to walk to his feet, gently rubbed her body against his trouser legs, and made a soft meowing sound.

Qing Feng’an stretched out her hand and carefully took it into her arms.

The kitten curled up obediently in his arms and closed its eyes peacefully.

He stood up with the kitten in his arms, walked slowly back to the store, and placed it in a small nest covered with soft cloth behind the counter.The light fell on one person and one cat, and it was unbelievably warm.Qing Feng’an lowered her head and looked at the sleeping little life in her arms, her eyes filled with soft light.

He continued to clean up the shop slowly, occasionally looking down at the kitten, and his movements were a little softer than he had ever felt before.The flower shop is not big, but it can hold flowers, wishes, the evening breeze, and a little stray cat that suddenly breaks in.

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