When the snow fell on the tip of the black cat's nose during the Guangxu period, it did not understand the weight of the silver bell on the collar.
From the handkerchief coughing up blood in a boudoir in Jinan, to the torn banners in Shanghai beach parade;
From the cracks in the prefabricated panels that collapsed in Tangshan to the palms of white gloves repairing cultural relics in the Forbidden City,
Nine lives are too short, only enough to remember the bitterness of sophora flower plaster, the astringency of water stains on pens, and the sourness of antidepressant pills.
It learned to leave scratches on its wedding dress to warn of misfortune,
Use spilled ink to cover up confidential documents,
Turn your purring into Morse code,
But I still can't find the temperature of the first tear.
Until one day, two Shandong lion cats squatted in the live broadcast room in Hangzhou——
One is an internet celebrity whose DNA has revealed the bloodline of the Nine Dynasties.
One is a stray cat whose silver bell fragments were shown in the X-ray of the Forbidden City.
Their overlapping paw prints suddenly spell out the winter of the 22nd year of Guangxu,
The unfulfilled engagement under the jujube tree in Shen Mansion.
A hundred years of solitude, but the warmth of looking back nine times.
