Strange Life of a Cat

Chapter 174 - 174 174 Helpless to See the Flowers Fall Feels

?Chapter 174: Chapter 174: Helpless to See the Flowers Fall, Feels Like the Swallows Returning Chapter 174: Chapter 174: Helpless to See the Flowers Fall, Feels Like the Swallows Returning When they arrived at the village, Zheng Tan had to lead the way, otherwise Ermao wouldn’t know where to go to find anyone.

They were repairing roads around here again, planning to build a flat passage in front of each house. The timing of their visit was not great; they had just started working, and some of the surface stones had been dug up, resulting in more mud. In some waterlogged places, they could only step on stones that had been deliberately placed there.

“Hey, Black Coal, when we get there, give me a shout, so I don’t walk past it,” Ermao said.

After they passed through that muddy stretch, the road improved slightly—there was at least a small path paved with stones and bricks. This time, Zheng Tan really had to come out of the backpack to lead the way.

A few steps later, his paws were all coated with mud. There was nothing he could do about it. Without shoes, this was how it was. Zheng Tan couldn’t wear rain boots like Ermao did.

It had just rained, and since it wasn’t a peak time to go out, there weren’t many people passing by. Originally, Zheng Tan was worried that some villagers who had seen him during the New Year would recognize him, but those few villagers just glanced over and didn’t pay any more attention. Perhaps, to those villagers, such a cat wasn’t anything special; it wasn’t a rare or precious breed. There were stray cats everywhere, and a sturdy black cat was nothing out of the ordinary.

Sometimes, you can’t take yourself too seriously. That was Zheng Tan’s realization.

When they passed by the Jiao family’s old house, Zheng Tan saw the gate closed. He guessed that the old couple had probably gone to town and would likely return only after the road around here was repaired. That made Zheng Tan feel more relieved.

After the rain, the scent of soil filled his nostrils, which, according to Mr. Jiao, was the smell of actinomycetes.

Perhaps influenced by Ermao, Zheng Tan felt somewhat nervous as they approached that old lady’s small tiled house. Although he knew that Ermao was looking for that old lady, she always gave Zheng Tan a strange feeling, not as easily fooled as the old couple from the Jiao family.

“Is this the place?”

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