Summer nights always come later than expected.

It was around five o'clock in the evening, and the sun was not ready to set yet.

He just leaned peacefully in the clouds, lazily radiating light under the cover of white clouds.

Jiang Sheng lay on his back inside the transparent plastic square window of the pet backpack, feeling the slow footsteps of the young man carrying him, and raised his head to look at a few sparrows flying across the sky.

The temperature is neither cold nor hot, and the air is not turbid.

The crowds from get off work and school have not yet arrived, and the streets are also slightly empty.

It was such a pleasant afternoon, but the young man's mood was not clear.

Due to his resentment, Jiang Sheng was able to roughly detect this.

But why is this?

Jiang Sheng may know the answer, but he can't explain it for a while.

To be honest, the experience of young people cannot actually be called "painful".

At least so far, that should be the case.

His family is not a model, but at least it is still perfect.

His body is not healthy, but his limbs are not missing.

His career was not smooth, but he was able to make ends meet.

You don’t have to get up early or stay late, sweat profusely, or work exhaustingly, so you can have enough food and clothing.

All this is undoubtedly happy enough compared to many people in today's world who are still lingering on the edge of food and clothing.

Keren seems to be like this for creatures like this.

It doesn’t matter whether they are dissatisfied or they are born unfortunate.

It seems that it is difficult for them to know how to enjoy their own lives.

Because they are too good at thinking.

As a result, they will never return in the process of thinking until they encounter problems and difficulties that they cannot solve.

People in different situations have their own difficulties to overcome, but how can there be no end to the difficulties in this world.

So most people are unhappy.

The difference is that some people are willing to stop, some are still able to move forward, some are taking a detour and retreating, and some are stuck in it.

So there are all kinds of sentient beings who are decadent, tired, regretful, and miserable.

There is no doubt that young people are people who are deeply trapped in the current predicament.

He has lost his way and is obsessed with moving forward, so it is difficult for him to be happy.

So, why can't we just settle for the status quo?

If cats could talk, Jiang Sheng might ask the young man this question.

Yes, if moving forward is too tiring, why can't you stop or just go with the flow?

Just like how a cat lives.

At least if you let it go, you won't have to ask for anything.

It won't be painful anymore.

There are so many beautiful things in this world and so many moments worth enjoying.

Why bother to restrain yourself without understanding the style, restrain your hands and feet, and pursue illusory goals.

This is what Jiang Sheng can't understand. He can understand the youth's distress, but he can't recognize it.

In its view, only those who are not very smart will waste their short lives on the "road".

It's like a trip, compared to the magnificent scenery in the distance.

Jiang Sheng is often more inclined to set goals that are within reach right now.

But it forgot that the places that people can easily reach today were also the places that people longed for in the past.

There is a saying that goes well:

There is no road in this world, but when there are more people walking on it, it becomes a road.

Jiang Sheng became a cat because it had lost part of the persistence that is inherent in life.

Is this a good thing or a bad thing?

It's hard to tell clearly.

I can only say that this is a regret, a regret that is unavoidable when thinking about life.

…

After leaving home.

At the beginning, He Wen didn't ask Jiang Sheng where he wanted to go. He just took Jiang Sheng down two streets and entered a supermarket.

I bought some fruits and vegetables, and a small bag of cat food.

Jiang Sheng stayed in the backpack obediently, without making any uneasy calls or making any plans to cause trouble.

Anyway, the grievance between it and He Wen doesn't have much influence on others, as long as someone else stays by their side.

In this way, even if it is passed away, the resentment cannot escape from the host and entangle others for too long.

When one person and one cat walked out of the supermarket, the only thing Jiang Sheng did was to show his claws and teeth to a child when he looked at it curiously, and scare the child away fiercely.

…

"So, where do you want to go next?"

Sitting on a bench by the side of the road, here is a trail close to the river. There are grasslands and trees in front of you, and busy traffic behind you.

It was almost six o'clock in the evening, the sunset on the horizon was golden and red, and busy people began to come and go.

He Wen put aside his backpack and the things he bought.

Then he reached out and picked up Jiang Sheng, letting him break free from his hands and jump to the ground.

Maybe it was a sudden thought, or maybe it was something in my heart.

He Wen looked at the black cat, smiled lightly, and then said to Rousheng in a way that ordinary people could not understand.

"Go wherever you want. I'll wait for you here. Well, I'll wait for you for two hours."

The black cat will probably come back, he thought.

It doesn't matter if it doesn't come back, at least it went where it wanted to go, He Wen thinks so.

But the next moment, the black cat looked at him as if he were a fool.

Then he returned to his side, lying down and shouting.

"Meow."

"Uh." Faced with the black cat's strange behavior, the young man blinked in confusion.

After a while, I started to guess again, dumbfounded.

"You mean, just stay here and you'll be fine?"

"Meow."

"I said, you don't just want to take me out to relax, do you?"

"Meow."

"I'm very busy."

"Meow."

"Alright alright."

By the river, scattered grass clippings were flying in the wind.

On the horizon, the flaming sunset illuminated the streets red.

Behind him, the silent street lamp faced the shadows.

High-rise buildings are like carbon accumulation, like firewood.

There is no doubt that this must be a chance of one in a billion.

Fang makes such a flame just right to warm people's hearts.

Jiang Sheng walked around his cat food twice. It preferred beef-flavored food, and he didn't know what flavor the young man bought.

He Wen felt a little more relaxed, probably a little more relaxed. At least the black air on his neck had dissipated a little, and the resentment in Jiang Sheng's body had been completely swallowed up.

At this moment, he still doesn't know what he should do in the future, and whether he can still write novels normally.

But forget it.
To be continued...