In the Three Worlds of Floating Life, I Only See the Beauty but Not the Cat

AD 1013, the sixth year of Dazhong Xiangfu in the Northern Song Dynasty. To the south of Shu, the "Yanzhou Yi Douwang Rebellion" suddenly broke out, and the dispute over salt and iron ignited the war between various tribes. Smoke spread over the mountain ridges and engulfed scattered villages. Groups of refugees dragged their families along the Min River to the east, trying to find a place to live on the bustling edge of Bianjing. In the refugee team, there is a disabled young girl named Lin, named "Yu'er". Four months after leaving home, my mother and eldest sister died one after another on the way. Traveling to a deserted ridge, Lin's father and his eldest brother gathered together at night and finally abandoned this burden. When the morning light showed, Yu'er opened her eyes, and there was only deathly silence around her. She cried loudly, and the cry was so shrill that it startled a civet cat that was sleeping on a stone hill not far away. This cat is extraordinary. It was transformed by a woman's obsession eight hundred years ago and has been practiced for another three hundred years. Although he has already cultivated the human form, he still prefers the appearance of a raccoon slave, walking freely through the streets and mountains. It didn't want to pay attention to this chaotic world - in the thousands of years she had been practicing, she had abandoned thousands of children. However, the cry was like gold and stone hitting each other, penetrating her eardrums and forcing her to look back. This glance is fate. When the little girl covered in dust saw her turning her head, her crying suddenly stopped, she held back her snot and tears, and she actually grinned and smiled innocently at her. By some strange coincidence, the civet cat picked up her collar and brought her back to her secret residence in Jianying Mountain. Since then, the years have been quiet. The civet cat grooms her every day, catches the most delicious game, and teaches her how to set traps and identify herbs. In half a year, this small area of ​​​​landscape has been managed to a great extent. The civet often feels stunned - none of the more than a thousand years she has lived seems to be as vivid as this moment. That day the sky was clear and the civet jumped out of the cave, thinking in his mind: when the little girl learned to cook her first dish, he would teach her martial arts. Imagining her clumsy and wobbly appearance while walking, the civet couldn't help but chuckle, humming an unknown tune, and walked towards the deep mountains with small steps. However, as dusk fell, the journey back became the point of no return. The civet cat turned into a human form in front of the hut and quietly walked around to the back of the house, wanting to surprise the little girl. "Wow!" She jumped out of the screen. ——No one answered. The room was eerily quiet, with only the sound of the wind blowing through the window lattice. That night, the civet maintained its human form for an entire day and night for the first time in history. She knelt and sat in a pool of dark red blood, tightly holding the still warm head and broken internal organs in her arms. Next to it, there are paper pinwheels and wooden slingshots made by the little girl. She lowered her head and whispered, her voice hoarse: "In the next life... Are you still willing to be a human being? If you want to, leave that Sophora japonica mark... I'm afraid I won't recognize you." A tear slipped down, forming a blood-colored cold light in her eyes. "Wait for me... Wait for me to kill those bastards." The next day, a new solitary grave was added under the locust tree. Seventy miles away, in the bandit's den, a large pot was steaming. The civet cat was passing by, but when it caught a glimpse of a small hand rolling in the pot, its pupils shrank suddenly - there was a light blue sophora flower pattern stamped on the inside of the wrist! In an instant, blood burst out in the room. When the fog cleared, several bandits were found dead and in different places. The civet cat did not stop until the shack turned into powder, then she slowly removed the blood marks on the tips of her claws, turned around and disappeared into the night. Returning to the empty thatched hut, she huddled next to the roots of a locust tree and began a five-hundred-year watch. The wind blew through the trees, and it seemed like the little girl was still giggling. Purpose: People who have been abandoned by the whole world deserve to be picked up firmly by one person