Bu Li squatted on the ground and said to the kitten in the flowers: "Mao Mao, why does everyone hate me? Will you hit me with stones too?" The kitten walked up to him gracefully, raised its paw and touched his head.
Bu Li lay lazily on the tree and said seriously: "Maomao, no one wants you, right? I'll kill you!" The kitten's feet shook and it fell down from the tree gorgeously.
Bu Li lay on the bed bored, hugged the kitten and said affectionately: "Mao Mao? If you were a human, I would definitely marry you!" The kitten said "meow" and waved its paw, indicating that there are many helplessness in life.
While Bu Li was sitting in the study writing furiously, the door opened and a handsome man walked in. The man's golden eyes were filled with tenderness, and there was a sense of elegance in his movements. He whispered softly: "Bu Li, do you still remember that when you were ten years old, you cried your heart out over an injured cat; when you were twelve years old, you met the girl from Zhilan Garden, and that night..." "Wetting the bed"; when I was thirteen, I clamored to go for an outing with a cat, but ended up stepping on dog poop as soon as I went out; when I was fourteen, I said I could support a family, and then when I was cooking, the kitchen almost burned down, and my face and body were all dark and dirty..."
The pen in his hand clicked and folded in two, and Bu Li squeezed out a few words through his teeth: "Who are you?"