Go south along the road in front of the school gate to the end, and you will find Xishan Park.
There are exotic flowers and rocks, pavilions and waterside pavilions in the park.
Many elderly people do morning exercises here.
Because it was the weekend, Zhuang Ziang got up a little later than usual, hurried out, and bought two breakfasts at the breakfast shop.
There were many trees in the park, and the air was particularly fresh.
It didn't take him much effort to find the girl with peach blossoms inserted diagonally by the flower bed.
It was the fourth day, and Su Yudie was still dressed the same way.
Her dress was spotless, just like new.
She was holding a paper box in her hand and feeding stray cats, her eyes full of love.
A large group of kittens of different colors surrounded her in the middle, meowing non-stop.
"Huzi, where have you been? You're so dirty."
"Pudding, have you been dating behind your sister's back recently?"
"Cheese, you're so skinny, eat more."
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Zhuang Ziang stood in the distance and heard Su Yudie talking to the cats, and found it very interesting.
She actually gave each stray cat a unique name.
"Little Butterfly." Zhuang Ziang called out.
"Zhuang Ziang, you're here?" Su Yudie looked back and smiled.
In an instant, all the flowers lost their color.
Zhuang Ziang breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately she didn't call him a big fool.
He shook the breakfast in his hand: "You feed the kitten, I'll feed you."
Su Yudie, a foodie, had no resistance to delicious food. She immediately took the bag from Zhuang Ziang's hand and sat by the flower bed to eat heartily.
While eating, she didn't forget to share some with the kittens.
Zhuang Ziang kept staring at her, with a faint smile on his lips.
Such a pretty girl, but she has no burden at all, and doesn't care about her eating manners at all.
"Why are you looking at me? You're eating too, what a fool." Su Yudie glared at Zhuang Ziang.
Zhuang Ziang then retracted his gaze and took a sip of the hot milk.
He felt cheap, and he would feel uncomfortable if he wasn't called a fool.
When Su Yudie was eating, she looked around from time to time, as if she was looking for something.
Zhuang Ziang asked after he found out, "What are you looking at?"
Su Yudie frowned slightly, "Tom didn't come."
"Tom?" Zhuang Ziang was puzzled.
"It's just a gray kitten, silly on weekdays, very much like the one in the cartoon." Su Yudie explained.
Zhuang Ziang immediately thought of a stupid cat that could never catch a mouse in his mind.
That cat brought childhood laughter to countless children.
"Since it's a stray cat, it may have gone to another place and will come back in a few days." Zhuang Ziang comforted Su Yudie.
"No, I used to come to feed it every weekend, it should be reluctant to leave me." Su Yudie muttered in a low voice, unhappy.
"There is a sanitation aunt over there, why don't we ask her?" Zhuang Ziang pointed to the cleaning car in the distance.
"Yes!" Su Yudie nodded.
The two got up and walked towards the aunt.
For some reason, Zhuang Ziang had an ominous premonition in his heart.
"Auntie, have you seen a gray kitten? It is about this long, small, and has a white spot on its ear..."
Su Yudie patiently described Tom's characteristics to the aunt.
"That cat is dead." The aunt replied.
"What?" The milk in Su Yudie's hand fell to the ground.
The expression on her little face was full of fear.
"It was hit by a car when crossing the road, and was later buried on the roadside." The aunt may be afraid that Su Yudie is scared, so she tried to keep the story brief.
In fact, many stray cats are hit by cars and die, and the appearance of their bodies lying on the road is very miserable.
And there may not be anyone to help them collect their bodies, and they are directly crushed into flat specimens by the wheels.
"How could this happen? How could this happen? How could this happen?"
Su Yudie repeated it several times in a row, tears rolling down.
Zhuang Ziang stood beside her and clearly felt her sadness.
The aunt sighed: "What a kind girl, crying like this for a stray cat."
"Little Butterfly, don't cry, cats have nine lives." Zhuang Ziang comforted softly.
Su Yudie leaned on his shoulder and sobbed softly.
"I like Tom the most, he is so cute."
Zhuang Ziang's hand froze in mid-air, and he mustered up the courage to touch the girl's hair.
"Little butterfly, don't be sad, every cat will die, just like every person..."
He paused for a long time before saying sadly: "They will die too."
Su Yudie raised her head, her eyes tearful, as if she didn't understand what Zhuang Ziang meant.
Zhuang Ziang stared into her eyes: "People will always be separated, just like you and me, sooner or later there will be a day when we will never see each other again."
"Why? Don't you want to be friends with me?" Su Yudie cried.
"No, little butterfly, I want to be friends with you for life."
"Then don't leave me."
Zhuang Ziang tried to make his words tactful, but it was in vain.
Even he himself didn't know if he had the courage to face the separation three months later.
If he continued to dwell on this unsolvable topic, it would only make him more sad.
Zhuang Ziang tried to force a smile: "Don't cry anymore, we agreed to be happy every day, and we still have to fly kites."
"Well, let me cry a little more, it will be fine soon." Su Yudie begged.
"Okay, it's still early, it's okay to cry for a while." Zhuang Ziang looked at her with pity.
When I leave, will you cry for me?
If you don't cry, it seems a little unfriendly.
If you cry for too long, I will feel bad.
So just cry for a while.
The morning sun gradually rose, shining on the grass and flowers.
The stray cats finished eating and went their separate ways.
Zhuang Ziang took out a tissue and wiped away the tears from Su Yudie's eyes: "Okay, let's go fly a kite, and then I'll take you to eat delicious food at noon. You said that when you are sad, you should eat a lot of delicious food."
Su Yudie rubbed her eyes, took a few deep breaths, and adjusted her mood.
Then she put on her shoulder bag: "Let's go, go to your cabin."
"What are you going there for?" Zhuang Ziang was stunned.
"Make a kite! Otherwise, what to fly?" Su Yudie asked back.
Zhuang Ziang suddenly realized that he was going to buy a kite in the store, but Su Yudie wanted to make one herself.
Obviously, the latter is much more meaningful.
Making a kite by yourself and watching it fly high in the sky is a very fulfilling thing.
The two left the park and walked towards the rental house.
As soon as they got downstairs, they met the landlord, Grandma Liu.
She smiled as soon as she saw the little butterfly: "Little girl, you are here again."
"Hello, grandma." Su Yudie greeted her obediently.
"You should come to play often. Xiaozhuang seems to be much happier with you than by himself." Grandma Liu said meaningfully.
"I will come often because we are good friends." Su Yudie replied.
Her smile was clean and clear, without a trace of evil thoughts.
Even Zhuang Ziang wondered if she understood what Grandma Liu said.
In the eyes of the elderly, a young man and a woman together is not just for you to be good friends.