In a quiet studio.
It should be the invisible sixth sense that comes into play.
Bu Dao's figure stopped before the distance shortened to a certain limit that would cause the civet cat to react aggressively.
Awang still put his meat claws on the outer edge of the can, maintaining a state of attack readiness, ready to jump up and strike at any time when he was alert.
Before that.
Her round eyes wandered over Budao's face without blinking, as if she wanted to figure out what this guy was doing.
"Meow"
This meow was actually made by Budao.
The fat baby slowly knelt on one knee and leaned forward.
He opened his mouth and meowed like Awang, as if he was singing a children's song in a child's voice that was made up of various strange syllables.
"Ken, meow meow, ding, ding ding, ken ken, meow"
Budao cautiously stretched out his finger and pointed at Ngawang.
Gu Weijing outside the door looked at this incomprehensible scene through the camera.
It took him half a minute to think about what Budao meant.
"Ken" should be the homophony of the word "can". It became "Ken" due to Budao's strange vocal cord vibration method.
Meow imitates Nga Wang’s speech, and ding ding imitates the sound of a can hitting a marble skirting board.
Combined.
The fat doll Bu Dao probably wanted to help Awang open the can.
Thanks to the fact that Gu Weijing used to be very patient and chattered in alien language to the Budao children for a long time, so he was quite familiar with him.
Only in this way can the children guess the deep meaning.
What the hell is meow?
Gu Weijing sighed helplessly.
Such a nonsensical children’s rhyme like a riddle would take a long time for an adult to decipher. Can a cat with an IQ as low as a child understand it?
The meowing sound coming from Budao’s mouth made Awang confused.
Perhaps the mood of the civet cat at this moment is similar to that of ordinary volunteers who come to the orphanage to help when they hear the bird singing in Budao's mouth for the first time.
He seemed to be talking cat talk, or just barking inexplicably.
"Meow Meow" Awang tried to communicate with this strange human being.
"Meow." Budao continued to meow.
"Meow"
"Meow."
The small studio was full of meows.
If you don’t look at the scene on the screen and just listen to the sounds of cats coming from the studio door, you may mistakenly think that there is a cat concert inside.
Gu Weijing was surprised by this unexpected divine unfolding.
Budao’s meowing sounds are definitely making people laugh, but at the same time, they also inadvertently reduce Awang’s aggressiveness.
Civet catNow his back is no longer stretched like a fully drawn bow and arrow.
The whole cat's muscles relaxed, and its tail swayed as it followed the fat doll and meowed passionately.
Budao quietly crawled forward a few steps, pointed his finger at the can under Ngawang's front paws, and meowed a little.
Awang obviously hesitated this time.
I don’t know if Bu Dao’s meaningless meow hit something by mistake, or if Ngawang was smart enough to understand his gestures.
It moved its upper body and let out the protected food.
Just one front paw is still resting on its precious can.
Budao looked at Ngawang, and Ngawang looked at the fat baby with his bright-colored pupils.
A person and a cat look at each other.
A long time.
Maybe Awang finally believes that a human weirdo who can meow is a little weird, but after all, he should not be a bad person like Old Man Wu.
She slapped her paw on the can and made it roll towards Budao.
Budao took the can, and Ngawang also took a few steps forward and lay down next to the fat baby's legs.
"Awesome."
Gu Weijing outside the door secretly applauded.
He knew that Awang would come over more to supervise, and was prepared to pounce on the little guy to take a bite if he snatched the can.
But two models not resisting each other’s contact is a good start.
Gu Weijing took off the aeenci he was sucking on his tablet and wondered whether he should draw this scene.
He hesitated.
Gu Weijing felt that he had not grasped the most essential and essence of their relationship.
The intuition in his heart told him that maybe he should observe patiently for a while.
Expensive has its own truth.
The canned cat food that Katsuko Sakai bought is easy to open and does not require a special canning knife.
But Budao was young and weak, so it was a bit difficult to pull the ring.
He tried for a long time to insert his chubby radish-like fingers into the aluminum ring at the opening of the can, but to no avail.
Budao didn’t mind that it was still stained with cat’s saliva, and just like Awang, he held the can and started chewing it.
The fat baby struggled to pry his lower front teeth into the ring on the can seal, grabbed the ring and pulled hard.
Awang meows at the side from time to time to encourage him.
After going through a battle that consumed all the strength of nine cows and two tigers.
Budao finally succeeded in prying up the can's opening, and he spit the aluminum lid of the can aside.
"Eat"
Budao put the can of Maomi on the floor in front of him and asked tentatively. "Eat" is like cat, one of the few words that he has a good pronunciation of.
Awang never knows how to be polite when facing delicious food.What.
It glanced at Budao as a recognition of his help, then flopped down in front of the can and began to eat in small mouthfuls.
Bu Dao slowly stretched out his hand and carefully placed his palm on Mao Mi's fleshy back.
Awang's tail twitched slightly.
However, the civet cat did not resist, but moved slightly to the side, allowing Budao to help scratch the itchy spot at the junction of its tail and back.
I was enjoying myself while nibbling cat food.
"Ngawang recognized Budao." Gu Weijing smiled like an aunt.
It is difficult for autistic people to get along with normal people.
I didn’t expect that he would win the favor of such a wild cat like Awang so quickly.
Old man Wu has raised Awang for so many years, but he has never developed this sense of closeness. When he comes close to eat, Awang's paws whirl and move without mercy.
Butao used this unexpected method to achieve a wonderful relationship with the cat.
Every time Jasmine would hold Ngawang in her arms and stroke her back and forth, scratching her belly, stroking her beard, stroking her tail, flattening and rounding Ngawang, how happy she was. How come.
Budao is as courageous as a rabbit.
He was quite satisfied just to be able to touch this fleshy cat.
His hand scratched Awang's lower back, as carefully as he was touching a snow mass that was about to melt at the touch of a touch.
Awang felt comfortable being scratched.
After eating the can ferociously, it lay down next to Budao's legs and enjoyed the other's service.
Suddenly.
Li Haomao stood up again, turned to look at Budao, sniffed his pants doubtfully, took a few steps and rubbed Budao's right fist with his head.
Gu Weijing then noticed that Budao had been stroking the cat with his left hand and his right hand was clenched into a fist.
Bleeding
The $1,200 camera Mrs. Sakai purchased and installed has high definition and three different physical focal lengths for zooming.
Gu Weijing zoomed in and could vaguely see two small dark blood spots on the fat baby's light gray pants.
It should be the can skin.
The edge of the metal can lid that was punched into a very thin shape was as sharp as a razor blade. Bu Dao had just torn and bit it, and he probably accidentally cut his finger slightly.
Awang rubbed Budao's fist open with his head, and sniffed the wound on the side of the opponent's index finger very carefully with his soft black nose.
Then it opened its mouth and gently licked his fingers.
Again and again.
Faced with the sudden contact, Budao looked a little at a loss.
The defensins, lysozyme and ferritin in the cat's saliva stimulate the wound and cause some pain.
The soft little protrusions on the tip of the cat's tongue irritated his skin a little itchy.
He did not dare to move. His whole figure was like a petrified sculpture, sitting there blankly, letting Awang lick him non-stop.
The scratch from the can is a bit deep, but not big. It only pricked the rich capillaries on the finger and shed a few drops of blood, but now it has begun to coagulate.
Awang licked the wound for a while and stopped when he saw that there was not much blood.
However, as a noble and lively cat, she was very dissatisfied with Budao's dull character who couldn't even beat a fart with three sticks.
She strolled around and picked up the cat ball she had just played with.
The electric cat ball has run out of power.
Awang threw the cat ball next to Bu Dao, swept his ankles with his tail, and then rolled it to the far side of the floor with his paw, squinting at the fat doll next to him. .
Budao still had no reaction.
Awang patiently picked it back up and threw it back to Budao's feet.
"Meow" Awang called.
This sound is different from the civet cat’s call before.
It’s not like the squeaking of teeth at the beginning to frighten Budao, or the meowing competition between one person and one cat when opening a can, as if the one with the loudest voice is competing, this cry sounds like
A bit gentle
Even Gu Weijing seemed to understand the meaning of Awang's extremely human cry, the voice was clearly saying
< p>"Zai Zai, what are you doing standing around? Let's play together."This time Bu Dao was a little bolder. He picked up the funny cat plastic ball and gently moved it toward the other end of the room. Rolled over.
Awang made a slight leap and jumped over to catch the funny cat ball.
She pressed the light blue ball with her front paws to keep it in place, and then continued to turn her head and stare at Budao.
Budao stood up and moved over to pick up the ball in small steps.
Toss again.
Awang pounces again.
One person and one cat started playing in this small studio.
Budao became more and more courageous, and from time to time he uttered words with unclear meanings and laughter with clear meanings.
Budao's laughter seemed to be lifted up by the air, passed through the barrier of the wall, and reached Gu Weijing's ears outside the door.
The moment I heard that cheerful laughter.
A certain part of Gu Weijing's heart seemed to be struck by lightning.
He has been with Budao for a long time, but he has never heard this little autistic patient laugh like this.
So bright.
And so cheerful.
"In the photo, Tony, who was swimming with Amy in a Milan hotel thirty years ago, must have been smiling like this at that moment." This thought popped into Gu Weijing's mind uncontrollably.
No need to call Mr. Sloth or Dr. Jin Anqing for advice.
At this moment, Gu Weijing suddenly understood the relationship between Amy and Tony.
It was not Tony who fed Amy, but Amy who was taking care of Tony.
In the relationship between the two parties, the cat is the nanny who is attached to.
Baby pet nannies are not a novel concept.
Many fashionable families will keep a pet to accompany their children as they grow up.
Caring for pets can cultivate a sense of responsibility in children.
Pets can provide emotional support to babies on behalf of their elders when adults are busy at work.
Pet sitters commonly include cats or golden retrievers, as well as relatively docile reptiles such as golden pythons.
I heard that some of the more wild ones in the Middle East use chimpanzees or cheetah cubs.
In the founding myth of ancient Rome, it is said that the twin brothers Romulo and Remo who founded the city of Rome were raised by a she-wolf.
In the past many years, everyone has listened to this as a myth that is completely nonsense. However, some modern Western scholars have pointed out that in an environment where food is absolutely abundant, even carnivorous beasts do not have that high desire to attack, and even tend to show gentler ones.
In some zoos, tourists can even pay to ride on tigers and take photos with them when they are full.
Looking at the screen of the mobile phone, I don’t know whether it is Budao teasing the cat or the cat teasing Budao.
Gu Weijing suddenly understood how the emotional connection between autistic children and pets is formed.
Even Awang, who is wild and untamable, sometimes shows more patience than adults, and is closer to integrating into the human world than he is.
Sometimes you play with cats.
Sometimes the cat takes the initiative to play with you.
Gu Weijing clicked on the painting tools.
Rocreate, specially built for the IAD system, is a very powerful drawing software. Many illustrators have broken away from pen and paper and use it to complete their entire workflow.
Compared with the more delicate drawing tablets.
This software is slightly lacking in the ability to handle the details of stroke pressure sensitivity, but it is more customizable, and as long as a specific custom brush is imported, it can also leave a mark on the screen that is similar to applying paint with an oil painting knife. The texture of time.
It may still be a little different from the real combination of paste paint and canvas. It’s not a big problem to simulate it to 70 or 80%.
The advantage lies in convenience.
After all, it is a legendary level of painting skills. If you are not comfortable with it, you can still use painting techniques to make up for it.
Gu Weijing chose a suitable combination of paints and applied a few strokes on the blank canvas. When he was generally satisfied, he created a new work and started painting quickly.
The stars peeking out from the blowing curtainsLight, pomelo-colored floor, orange cat eyes and chubby doll chasing the ball
The scenery separated by a wall flows into Gu Weijing's writing.
This lifelike image quickly began to take shape on the tablet's display screen, and Awang's image became more plump than ever before. Please remember to collect it, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft