I stand in the green grass, holding a little black cat who likes to look up at the sky. I am wearing a long skirt that is soft and white enough, and there is no boundary with the clouds. The slender white tassels are interwoven with the slender green tall grass. Behind me is a half wall covered with wild roses. I have a fresh smile, which matches the flowers. This is a photo taken by Mu Chen for me.

Actually, I'm not beautiful, but I think I'm beautiful. Mu Chen thinks I'm beautiful, too. I think that's enough.

In this afternoon of heavy rain, I returned to this city and my hometown in the suburbs. I hold a bright orange umbrella and comfort myself with its warm orange on a sunny day. Then I saw this photo of myself on a telephone pole five meters away from home. Rain fell on my face, and my smile seemed to fade. Looking for you. It was Mu Chen who came to me like crazy.

Important. I'm thinking about the meaning of this word. I admit that I was moved by this photo of mine. I want to throw away my umbrella and cry with a telephone pole. The faint soapy smell of morning wood seems to be approaching, and he may be calling me. He said, little princess, continue to love.

I can't. Because there is a cat in my heart that stays up all night and sings nonstop. It is black, so black that it makes people feel distressed and desperate. This is my ink. Not a cat with nine lives, only one life, and it's dead. This is a wound that Mu Chen and I can't heal.

I didn't finish reading the notice, so I turned and ran away. The walls of my house are sky blue, which I painted, and there are air conditioners everywhere.

Black cats don't sleep (2)

I live in a family where men are superior to women. Father walks with his head held high and his voice is loud. He never crowded the bus or went to the market to buy food. When he is angry, he will pull my mother's long hair and hit her. But my mother still has long smooth hair. She wore an apron or cotton shirt, cooked complicated meals, planted garden flowers, and was shut up at home by her father, laughing and crying gently. I learned to talk to my father in a respectful and flattering tone when I was very young, and I ran away one second before he lost his temper.

I have a cat named Momo. She is as dark as night, her eyes are bright, her eyes are always wide open in horror and she seldom sleeps. I think this black makes me sink quietly. I took her to run in the tall grass in summer, and ran against the sunset on the swing in kindergarten for a few seconds. She is my soul outside my body.

When I first brought her home, my father warned me that a black cat was an ominous thing, and if it caused him trouble, he would not let me go. Momo and I, two children, live a depressed and trembling life under the low eaves. I think this may be the reason why Mo Mo seldom sleeps.

Black cats don't sleep (3)

Mu Chen has a smile like Prince William. He lives next door to me and goes to the same high school as me. He likes photography and weapons magazines, likes to wear T-shirts with brands in the lower left corner, and likes the sky, wheat fields and the sea.

But then he said I was his favorite. Morning wood said, little princess, let's fall in love when we were young and go to the end step by step. No one has ever called me little princess. I am more like a Cinderella who has no capital to develop into a princess at home and school. I pulled Momo and asked in fear, will you love my cat, too? Will you stop yelling at me and scolding me and love me forever? Will you pull my hair and hit me? Will you always let me stay at home with an apron on? Can you give me a warm home and let me paint the walls blue?

He said, little princess, I will let you live in the blue palace, put on a spotless long skirt, and feed Ink and Ink into a pig that can't walk.

I cried with joy. I think Mu Chen will always wrap Momo and me in happiness, so that I don't have to live like a mother who changes men's slippers at home.

I stubbornly kept the ink and ink, and I stubbornly loved Mu Chen.

One day my mother was cooking, and I leaned against the door and told her that I liked morning wood. Mother gave a stiff smile. You have to learn to cook first, she said with the smell of lampblack. This will be your career.

Black cats don't sleep (4)

Father suddenly lost his job. Grandma died of an unknown disease. At her funeral, I shed tears for this old woman who has been a slave for her husband and son all her life, and also for the fate of DOG and me. My father is like a bomb spewing out a core of fire, which may announce our doom at any time. Ink and ink in estrus, sleep less, open your eyes at night and cry until dawn. I often take her out for a walk and say to myself: DOG, go find your lover, your crying will detonate my father sooner or later.

Finally, in a dead night, the endless crying of ink and ink tore my skin like a blade. Father suddenly sat up from the bed. He ran to the living room, and then came the sound of ink and ink on the verge of death. I flew over, and my mother's man-that's what I called this fierce madman in front of me-opened the door and tried to kick Momo out with his feet. Ink and ink rushed to the door, clutching the door tightly with their claws and refusing to leave. Her stomach was kicked, her skull was kicked, her back was kicked, and her tail was motionless, like a insensitive rope. A series of kicks made her unable to open her eyes and breathe. She insisted on not letting go of her claws and not running away. The only thing she can do is bleed. Silly ink, open the door and run for your life. This home is not worth your nostalgia. Stubbornness will only kill you.

I immediately threw myself on the ground and hugged the terrible man's foot, which ravaged the dying cat at an alarming speed. The foot kicked me back and rained on me. I bumped into a corner, and my head was like a flower in full bloom in despair. Dear Momo, I may die, too. My eyes grew dark, and I saw my mother slightly stop my father. She is hesitant and timid. I called Mu Chen: Mu Chen, you are Superman, come and save Momo. I fainted in despair. In my dream, ink is black, and there is no boundary with night singing. Mu Chen caressed my face and said, Little Princess, DOG won't die. Wake up.

It is another bright day to wake up. Mother is at the bedside, and the sadness is still very light. I stared at her, afraid to ask this question about life and death. She said Momo was not dead, and Mu Chen was watching her.

Ink and ink are still awake. The white towel she was lying on was covered with deep and shallow blood. She curled up like a failed velvet flower. Her mouth couldn't close, and all four long, sharp teeth peculiar to cats were broken, leaving a jagged bloody stubble. From then on, she was dumb, unable to scream or sing. She has difficulty standing, her front legs are broken and her little paws are shaking violently. She licked my finger with her bloody tongue, and her furry tail shook like a flag of surrender. I cried like rain, little DOG. You should have run away. You were so young that you were hurt like this before you became a mother.

I turned and threw myself into Mu Chen's arms. I said, if you love me, take the ink away.

Black cats don't sleep (5)

Momo was settled in Mu Chen's home. She can recover to walking slowly and violently. We found her a quiet white male cat as a spouse. Incomplete ink and ink soon became pregnant.

I can't escape from this home surrounded by an incompetent mother and a cruel father. I don't talk to my father anymore, and I seldom talk to my mother. Every day, my greatest happiness is to go to Mu Chen's house to see Mo Mo after school.

Mu Chen has a dark face, just like my father. His father had a car accident and his ribs were broken. When he came back from the hospital for the first time, he said to me with a cold face: Your Excellency is right. Black cats can only bring bad luck and disaster, and your family, my family and even herself can't escape.

I said, even if you say so, Mu Chen is just a simple cat. She has no magic. She can't even protect herself. You promised to take good care of her if you still love me.

When winter comes, Momo has a big belly. Mu Chen's father is still not well. Mu Chen started yelling at me, he forgot his oath, and ink and ink have become his burden. I began to treat Mu Chen like a mother to her father. Help him cook for his father in the hospital and comfort his haggard mother. I silently let him scold me and sweep up the broken glass he dropped.

On a snowy night, I dreamed of Mo Mo again, and she began to sing. DOG also said to me, you know, I'm very tired and I want to sleep. The next morning, the sun did not come out. I am sweeping the snow in the yard. Mu Chen walked up to me and told me with a straight face that he kicked the ink out of the door last night. I stopped and stood quietly. I said, Mu Chen, are you kidding? It snowed so heavily last night that DOG got pregnant. She has no teeth and walks unsteadily. She couldn't even cry for help-I knew it was no joke, so I cried as I talked. I thought about it and asked hopefully, did she stay at the door all the time, and you carried her into the house again this morning? No, Mu Chen said, I took her to a distant bush last night and left her there. My mom said that if I threw her away, my dad would get better.

On the same morning, Wood said that she would give me a life like a princess, that she would love me forever, and that she would feed ink and ink to a pig that could not walk. He is the god who saved me. He once saved my ink and ink. At the moment, his expression is cold and his face is distorted. I can't see my morning wood clearly.

I begged Mu Chen, a man with no love in his chest, to take me to that bush. Otherwise Momo will freeze to death or starve to death.

I just want her dead. Mu Chen said.

Black cats don't sleep (6)

I looked far away for a long time. Ink and ink melted like snow. My prince also left me a promise in winter. I will always be a lonely and unchangeable Cinderella.

In early spring, kindergarten started. A little girl who had seen Momo and me came up to me. She cried. She said that there was no one on holiday in kindergarten. After school started, they found a dead cat by the swing in the backyard. She said it looked like ink and ink.

I see my ink again. After the snow melted, she lay sprawled on the wet mud. There is a string of footprints around like a small peach blossom. She has a thin figure and a flat stomach-she should have given birth. She is covered with black ants and eating her. Her body has been hollowed out. Eyes are empty, too, and ants crawl in and out of her eye socket. She should have died with her eyes open.

The little girl hid behind me and cried timidly. She asked me, is the little black cat rotten? I squatted down and grabbed her as before. I said, decay is not terrible at all. We are alive, and we are rotting. A person's life is actually a rot.

DOG didn't find the way home, but found the swing where we often watch the sunset. Good ink.

Ink and ink have never slept, and they are always tired. Now she finally fell asleep. DOG, it must be nice to travel through dreams.

I also said in my mind that ants unrelated to Mo Murphy are gnawing at ink, but my favorite morning wood is gnawing at my heart. The boy I love promised to take care of the cat I love, and he took care of her and slept.

My cat is not a cat with nine lives. She has only one life, and she is dead.

Black cats don't sleep (7)

My father soon found a new job and made a lot of money. He proudly said it was because Momo was dead.

I still used his money to go to a boarding school in a distant city. That city never ordered me to be sad.

My father and my docile wife also moved to the beautiful seaside.

When I left, I painted the room blue all day. In my life, Mu Chen can't give me such a blue home.

I didn't say goodbye to him because it doesn't matter if we meet again.

I came back here today. Chenmu has moved away long ago, and it looks like a ruin here. I can even believe that there is a grave hidden in the tall green grass. I shut myself in my house, and I miss Momo and Mu Chen.

It rained for three days. I can't forget the notice-the prince hasn't forgotten his Cinderella. He used a photo instead of a glass slipper to find her. I can't help but look at the lovely photo and the words left by Mu Chen again. The rain washed the photo white, and the whole notice was missing half. But I still saw a crucial line: Little Princess, I found DOG's children, and I have been raising them.

At that moment, I thought maybe the rain stopped and the rainbow appeared. Yes, Mu Chen still has love, love me, love Momo. Maybe I will never forgive him, but now I want to meet him and Momo's children. I found Mu Chen's address in the notice, only the word impressively, and the content behind it was knocked over by the rain, and I don't know where it went.

God made man.

I stood among the weeds, and the cat in the auditory hallucination began an immortal sleep song again. Good morning, Wood. Will we meet again?

(This article is only for my dead love)