Strange Life of a Cat

Zheng Tan felt that Fang Shaokang was quite unreliable.

After this guy entered the county town, when he happened to pass by a bicycle shop, he suddenly came up with the idea of ​​buying a bicycle. In fact, it’s been a long time since I’ve ridden a bicycle. Even if I’m traveling by car, I drive on four wheels.

The owner of the car shop had been selling it for a long time, but Fang Shaokang didn't buy the brand new mountain bike that was said to be the most advanced design, and finally only bought a second-hand one.

Even if it's a second-hand car, it's still a mountain bike. The boss was not happy because Fang Shaokang didn't buy a new bike, but after all, he made a deal and checked the bike again.

Fang Shaokang looked at the black cat squatting not far away, then at the bicycle being inspected, and said to the boss: "Boss, please help me add a front basket."

The owner of the car shop looked at Fang Shaokang strangely. He probably didn't expect someone to make such a request. Generally, people who buy this kind of car are mainly used for sports. Who will put it in a basket for grocery shopping? However, since the customer proposed it, he would not refuse it. A car basket can still earn a few dollars.

Adhering to professional ethics, the boss still asked: "Is this loading basket for you to store goods?"

Fang Shaokang thought for a while, nodded, "Yes."

"How much?"

"Not too heavy."

Then the boss stopped talking. Since it was only for loading goods and not heavy objects, there was no need to modify it much, just put it in a basket.

After the overhaul is completed and the car basket is installed, you will pay for it and deliver the goods.

Stepping into the car, Fang Shaokang felt good about himself, as if he had returned to the time when he was young, and he was suddenly looking forward to the next trip.

Zheng Tan squatted aside and looked coldly at the uncle surnamed Fang who felt good about himself. He couldn't understand why the surnamed Fang would choose such a way of life. When he was on the phone with Papa Jiao, Zheng Tan listened to Zhao Le's tone. There came out some sense of respect, not that kind of hypocritical politeness, but real respect, that is to say, this person surnamed Fang should also have some background, at least he will definitely not be short of money, but what is the reason for this three-year-old People who are more than ten to forty choose this kind of life experience? Made myself look like a down and out.

Just as Zheng Tan was thinking, Fang Shaokang had already arrived on his bike, stopped in front of Zheng Tan, patted the basket, and said in a very airy voice: "Cargo, get in the car!"

Zheng Tan: "..." Your uncle!

They will go from this small county to another city, and the next stop is a big city, and the surrounding road conditions should be relatively good.

Jumping into the basket of the bicycle, Zheng Tan felt something was wrong, but he couldn't explain why, anyway, it was not as comfortable as squatting in the basket of Xiaoyouzi's buggy.

Fang Shaokang was carrying a travel bag, and rode his bicycle in the direction of going out of the city. The road is still very flat when inside the city, but it is different when going out of the city.

From the small county town to the big city at the next stop, roads have indeed been built, but all of them are highways. It’s okay to drive there, but it’s fine if you ride a bicycle.

If you don’t have a high speed, you can take the national road, but the whole journey is not on the national road. In order to experience the feeling of riding a mountain bike, Fang Shaokang chose a country road after leaving the city. After walking this country road, he went on the national road.

And Zheng Tan's bitter experience started from this country road.

The front of the mountain bike has a shock-absorbing design, which is different from ordinary bicycles. The owner of the car shop didn't make too many modifications when he loaded the car basket, so Zheng Tan was the one who suffered.

The bicycle was driving on the country road, the road was full of potholes, gravel and dirt road, and when it was bumpy, Zheng Tan felt that the basket of the bicycle was moving up and down violently, which was much more uncomfortable than when riding Wei Ling's bicycle before, shaking his head All dizzy.

Fang Shaokang didn't feel too uncomfortable, he was still in the novelty stage, he was in a good mood, humming a little song until he felt the movement on the car basket.

Zheng Tan tried his best to jump in the car basket twice before he caught Fang Shaokang's attention. When Fang Shaokang stopped the car, he jumped out of the car basket. I was still a little dizzy when I landed, and I almost couldn't stand still.

"What's the matter?" Fang Shaokang looked at Zheng Tan, who was squatting on the side of the road, pulling his ears and making a reluctant expression, then looked at the car basket, raised his hand to poke the car basket twice, and looked again. The front fork of the car suddenly remembered the question from the owner of the garage. I dare to believe that the main problem is here.

"This car basket is uncomfortable?" Fang Shaokang thought for a while, "Why don't you just squat in my bag?"

In the end, Zheng Tan didn't squat into the big travel bag, but stood on it, with claws that could hook the travel bag so that he wouldn't fall, and wouldn't dangle like in the car basket, and could step on it twice. Shao Kang's head.

Fang Shaokang, who was stepped on twice on the head, felt that the cat must have done it on purpose, no wonder others said that the cat was vengeful. Next time I go to the city, I'd better buy a hat, otherwise the cat will really rebel, Fang Sanshou hasn't been stepped on like this yet.

After getting out of this country road and onto the national road, it feels much better, without the bumps, Zheng Tan can still take a nap on the bag.

Zheng Tan felt comfortable, but Fang Shaokang gradually felt exhausted. After the freshness passed, he began to feel tired. The backpack was a bit heavy, and with a cat, it was even heavier.

After riding for several hours, he found a place to stop and rest. When he set off again, under Fang Shaokang's complaints, Zheng Tan squatted back on the car basket, just to decompress Fang Sanshu.

Compared with the country roads, the national roads must be much better, and Zheng Tan didn't have much opinion.

In this way, riding stopped and stopped, they didn't enter the city until the evening.

I found a small hotel nearby to stay, because I didn't know if the hotel owner would allow cats, Zheng Tan hid in his bag and went in. The room is small, single room. Other equipment is quite complete.

Fang Shaokang had been riding for a long time, and he was so tired that he was about to get down on the ground. However, before getting down, he took out the digital SLR camera to look at the photos taken today, and took out a small notebook to make some records.

While Fang Shaokang was sorting out the photos and records, Zheng Tan ran into the bathroom, filled the bathtub, adjusted the water temperature, and started to take a bath.

It's been a long time since I took a bath, and because I was too tired from the car ride today, Zheng Tan decided to take a good bath, the main purpose of which was to drown the fleas on his body. Zheng Tan is also very helpless about fleas, they can't be eradicated, even if they don't touch other animals, they can get some in the grass.

I squeezed some shower gel, rubbed it casually, and then started swimming. According to the current body shape, this bathtub can indeed be used as a small swimming pool for Zheng Tan.

It's better to be a human, so as not to attract fleas like this. Zheng Tan felt emotional in his heart.

When Fang Shaokang finished packing his things and entered the bathroom, he saw the black cat swimming in the bathtub, looking very comfortable. Damn, I even squeezed the shower gel!

Fang Shaokang has friends who also own cats, so I heard that most cats don't like to take a bath. Sure enough, as Zhao Le said, this cat is very special.

Black cats are evil. Fang Shaokang thought to himself.

After Zheng Tan finished washing, he found a hair dryer to blow dry his hair. The hair dryer was placed on the table, the button was turned on, and it was adjusted to the hot air level, and then Zheng Tan kept adjusting the angle to blow hair. It's a little troublesome, just solve the problem.

When Fang Shaokang came out of the bathroom, he looked at the only bed and the black cat lying in the middle, speechless for a long time. The habit of cats taking up space is a damn thing.

The next day, one person and one cat slept until almost noon.

Zheng Tan was fine, he took a shower, except for the fleas, he also had a good night's sleep and was full of energy.

Fang Shaokang, on the other hand, felt intense throbbing pain in his neck and back, as well as pain in his lumbar spine—a sequelae of cycling. Riding a mountain bike for long distances is also very particular. There are opinions on everything from the bike to the posture of the person. Fang Shaokang doesn't understand anything, so it's natural.

After lunch, Fang Shaokang and Zheng Tan went out.

Fang Shaokang wanted to take a good look and get to know the city. Zheng Tan didn't have anything of particular interest, so it was just a free tour.

The camera was hung around Fang Shaokang's neck, and Zheng Tan stayed inside the bag, looking out from the zipper opening of the bag as before.

Many big cities in the inland haven't built subways these days, and the urban construction is definitely not as good as it will be a few years later.

Zheng Tan doesn't look down on many things now, just follow them when he is idle and bored, killing time. I don't know what Fang Shaokang is looking at, but he is quite serious.

In the evening, Fang Shaokang came to a square. There were quite a lot of people here, and there was a commercial street not far away. There were some people dancing in the square, including young people and middle-aged aunts.

The surrounding area is quite noisy, Fang Shaokang probably doesn't want to stay here anymore and is about to leave.

Before leaving, Zheng Tan was attracted by the sound of guitar chords. Fang Shaokang obviously noticed it too, and walked over there.

In one corner of the square, there were a few young people singing there, and there were people watching, but not many. Others threw coins in front of them.

Fang Shaokang watched for a while, and went over to chat with them while they were resting.

These five young people are not from this city, nor are they from the same place. They all met here, and everyone can talk to each other, so they plan to form a band. Ben was in high school and was still a minor, but he didn't go to school. They said that because they liked music so much, they also wanted to go out and experience the world.

In the youth of many people, there will be a dream about wandering, a wandering complex. This kind of wandering is a kind of yearning for freedom and the pursuit of dreams. It seems that nothing can stop the young restless heart.

Zheng Tan vaguely recalled seeing a homeless singer before, in his twenties, carrying a guitar on his back every day, singing in every corner of the city, and sometimes being invited by some small bars to sing there. When people talk about wandering singers, they always have the impression of "living in no fixed place, wandering around". As for the vagabond singer, Zheng Tan only stayed on a downcast back and didn't have much memory.

At that time, Zheng Tan often went to clubs, KTVs and other places, and he didn't have the time to listen to the howls of street performers, and he also held a contemptuous attitude towards street singers. Occasionally acting as a good person in front of some beautiful girls, throwing some money, not as a kind of spiritual enjoyment, after all, it is just an occasional pastime.

"What I need is everyone's appreciation, not pity for me. We are not as unkempt as others imagined. It's not that there are a few lice in the hair, or the so-called street art..." The young man chatting with Fang Shaokang Speaking, share your thoughts.

"Then how much money do you guys make every day?" Fang Shaokang asked.

The young man scratched his head, a little embarrassed, "Maybe, I used to earn very little when I was alone, and I could only scrape together the money for a bus ticket in a few days. Now it's better, and we'll just sing here for a while. I contacted a guy the day before yesterday. The small bar, I will go to sing later, it is still early, and singing here is just practice."

Fang Shaokang looked at the steel coins thrown on the ground, thoughtful, and found a shop to rent a guitar before leaving. It was not a very good guitar, and it was not as good as the ones owned by those children.

Back at the small hotel in the evening, Fang Shaokang tried the guitar. At first he was a little jerky, but gradually he became proficient, apparently he had practiced it before.

Zheng Tan was about to go to bed when Fang Shaokang called him over.

"Heitan, let's go entertaining tomorrow!"

Zheng Tan: "..." Why did this bastard suddenly have such an idea?

"I heard that many people bring their pets to perform, and that kind makes a lot of money. Here, I have specially prepared this thing for you!"

As he spoke, Fang Shaokang took out a finished glass canning jar, and in the other hand held an iron spoon he had picked up from nowhere, and knocked on the canning jar with the iron spoon, making a crisp "ding" sound.

Looking at the canning bottle and the iron spoon, Zheng Tan probably knew what Fang Shaokang wanted him to do, but at this moment, he had the right to pretend that he didn't understand.

Seeing the cat in front of him didn't respond, Fang Shaokang thought, that's not right, Zhao Le said that this cat can understand human language, and is very capable, so you can just tell it what you want to express, and you don't need to use food to induce it.

After a moment of silence, Fang Shaokang said, "Didn't you say you are smart? Don't you know how to do this? It's not as amazing as Zhao Le said."

The aggressive method is useless. Zheng Tan continued to lower his head and pretended not to know.

"Well, look, I don't have much pocket money. Look at the small hotel we live in now. The conditions are too poor. Tomorrow, we will go to street performers. If we earn more, we will go to a better hotel. The kind of double room, each with a bed, big space, not crowded, no need to fight for pillows and quilts, how comfortable, how about it?"

Zheng Tan really thought about it this time. Fang Shaokang said that having no pocket money does not mean he has no money, so Zheng Tan took this sentence as his fart, but if he could really change to a better hotel, Zheng Tan would of course be willing. There are flies and mosquitoes in this place, and the noise is annoying .

"Also, if we make money, let's go directly to the next city by car instead of cycling."

Zheng Tan looked at Fang Shaokang. He believed that he would not ride a bicycle. Fang Shaokang himself suffered from riding a bicycle. He didn't want to ride anymore, but he made it a condition. However, if this is the case, Zheng Tan is also willing to give it a try. He is afraid that Fang Shaokang will be miserable if he is going to walk on foot. He also saw Fang Shaokang go shopping in a shop selling tents today, so he probably really has that idea. .

Fang Shaokang tapped the glass jar twice with the iron spoon, then put the iron spoon in front of Zheng Tan, waiting for Zheng Tan to make a decision.

Zheng Tan picked the iron spoon, even if he was willing to give it a try, the iron spoon is not easy to hold.

"Oh, and this!" Fang Shaokang took out a numbered paper tube, and pasted the paper tube on the iron spoon with transparent glue. The paper tube was just enough for Zheng Tan to stretch one arm into it.

Zheng Tan looked at Fang Shaokang, this guy really came prepared. Stretching his arm into the paper tube, he raised the iron spoon when he raised his arm, and knocked it towards the glass jar.

"Ding!"

There was a crisp sound.

"That's right, that's it. Here, let me sing a sentence, and you tap it." Fang Shaokang plucked the metal strings of the guitar and began to sing, "Twinkle, twinkle, sparkle~"

Zheng Tan: "..." So mentally handicapped.

Seeing Fang Shaokang looking at him, Zheng Tan took a deep breath and knocked the spoon over.

"Ding!"

"Very good! Come on! The sky is full of little stars~"

"Ding!"

"Hanging in the sky to shine~"

"Ding!"

...

Practice cooperation, until after eleven o'clock, the people next door couldn't bear it anymore, came to knock on the door and started cursing, this one person and one cat stopped.

The next day, Zheng Tan was dragged by Fang Shaokang to continue to cooperate with the practice. After eating at noon, he took a nap and rested, and took the guy out at four o'clock.

Before it got dark, the number of people in the square began to increase.

In that corner, the five young people who met yesterday were there again. After some adjustments, they began to sing. The songs they sang included current popular music and previous classic songs, which were all liked by young people and full of energy.

Fang Shaokang looked over there, then found a place where no one was around, and put the prepared cardboard box forward.

There was an opening on the top of the carton, and Zheng Tan felt that it was like a donation box, and that he was the poor cat who needed everyone to do good deeds.

Someone around saw the situation here and came over.

Fang Shaokang was wearing a hat and hadn't shaved his beard for the past few days, so he couldn't see his original appearance. Zheng Tan felt that he must have done it on purpose.

After putting away the cardboard box, Fang Shaokang put the glass bottle aside, then took out the guitar, leaned against a lamp post, and began to fiddle.

The curious eyes of the people around him made Zheng Tan feel hot. Whether he was a man before or a cat now, he had never performed in front of everyone, which made him very embarrassed. It was okay when he was in the hotel, after all, no one watched , but now, under the gaze of so many people, Zheng Tan feels that the iron spoon weighs a thousand catties.

I really don't want to touch that thing!

The five young people not far away sang a song "Glorious Years" and also noticed this side.

"Hey! It's about to start!" Fang Shaokang reminded Zheng Tan.

Zheng Tan tugged at his ears, it didn't seem very good to leave the scene at this time, it felt like escaping. After doing some mental construction, Zheng Tan stretched his arm into the paper tube of the iron spoon.

More and more curious people came over, and Fang Shaokang also started to play the guitar. This skill was really not very good in the eyes of those young people.

After a prelude, Fang Shaokang's heroic voice sounded.

"Walking around - the road is long and the water is long~"

Zheng Tan bit the bullet, raised the iron spoon and knocked it towards the glass jar.

"Ding!"

"Confused and confused, a village and a village~"

"Ding!"

"Watch the setting sun go down and come back~"

"Ding~"

"The earth is not old, the sky is not barren, the years are long and long..."

When Fang Shaokang sang the first line, one of the young people over there who was drinking water sprayed it directly. No one expected that this uncle would actually sing this song with a guitar playing.

The performance was terrible, and the singing was also terrible, but there were more and more people watching. And a lot of people started throwing money into that cardboard box.

Zheng Tan feels like a dude now, no, he and Fang Shaokang are both dudes.

Two-handed people, two-handed cats, and this two-handed street performance experience.

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