Strange Life of a Cat
Chapter 334 - Chapter 334 Chapter 327 Little Wei

Chapter 334: Chapter 327 Little Wei Chapter 334: Chapter 327 Little Wei Ermao had switched cars and it was no longer the inconspicuous one he previously owned. Originally, Ermao only drove for his convenience, but now, he often needed to carry his wife and children, requiring a car with higher safety performance. After all, with the financial means, it made sense to invest in a better vehicle.

Zheng Tan saw many children’s items in the car and there was a smell of milk.

Ermao was in a good mood, talking about his daughter Er Yuan throughout the drive. However, no matter how much Ermao praised how cute and likable his daughter was, Zheng Tan withheld his opinion since he hadn’t met her.

After arriving at the lakeside villa area, Zheng Tan did not stay in the car with Ermao to visit the old lady, but instead headed towards Feng Baikin’s place.

As Zheng Tan approached the house, he heard Feng Baikin roaring.

“If you bite my data cable again, I’ll throw away your Tiger toy! Do you understand? Totally throw it away!!”

Feng Baikin only had classes in the morning today, but he skipped all of them. Now, he generally skips the first two classes of the morning and decides whether to attend the last two based on when he wakes up. According to Chuhua University’s rules, freshmen and sophomores still have morning exercises, which Feng Baikin hardly attends. Having to do morning exercises from elementary to high school, and still doing them in university? Forget it! Deduct points if you must, whatever.

Feng Baikin slept all morning today. He stayed up too late playing games last night and couldn’t wake up on time, only to find that the data cable on his computer desk had been bitten again. He had planned to download some songs to his MP3, but it seemed he now needed to buy a new one.

As for the “Tiger toy” Feng Baikin mentioned, Zheng Tan knew about it. When he had initially fished the then Little Point, Tiger, from the demolished alley, it was he who had placed the furry tiger toy next to Tiger. Since then, Tiger had adopted it as his own toy, even moving it along when he changed nests and sometimes sleeping with it, just like when he was a kitten–a habit that hadn’t changed even as he grew.

Aunt Li, who worked as a nanny, would take the toy out to wash it periodically and then hang it on the balcony. During those times, Tiger would sit on the balcony, guarding it, and occasionally glance over to the drying rack, worried it might get thrown out.

The house door was open. Zheng Tan didn’t climb through the window but walked in directly. Aunt Li was mopping the floor. Seeing Zheng Tan, she didn’t say anything and continued with her work. Zheng Tan was a frequent visitor and no longer a curiosity.

On the second floor, in Feng Baikin’s room, Zheng Tan saw Tiger laying in his den, tightly embracing the tiger toy with his front paws, preventing Feng Baikin from taking it away.

After tugging at the tiger head of the toy, Feng Baikin snorted, let go, and Tiger quickly adjusted the toy deeper into his nest.

“I’ll let it pass this time, but next time, even if I don’t throw away your toy, I will dismember it! See what you’ll hug in your sleep then! Dismember, got it?!”

Zheng Tan had heard such rhetoric plenty of times; it always started with “If you again… I’ll…” and ended with “This time I’ll let it go, next time…”

Tiger indeed had several scars on him, but he seemed spirited, likely to recover soon. His lack of going out wasn’t because he couldn’t, but because the three people inside would watch him closely and prevent him from leaving every time he was hurt.

Zheng Tan glanced at Feng Baikin’s open computer, displaying a gaming screen.

Feng Baikin stayed home to make games whenever he was free, unlike commercial productions, solely based on his preferences. The two games Zheng Tan knew about that Feng had developed were “Cat Connect,” a game inherently not very innovative as there were many similar games. However, “Cat Connect” had substantial downloads partly because the cartoon cat faces were adorable, and the cats vanished with different animated effects and sounds, including Tiger’s meow. The unvanished cat faces were cute, and when vanished, they looked like they had been severely smacked.

The second game was called “Cat Catches Mouse,” which wasn’t novel in its early stages as it was similar to other small action games where catching a mouse. However, many people enjoyed the part where the caught mouse is used to scare others, like placing it at the head of a bed, on a quilt, inside a drawer, or in a backpack. These antics, fun in the game, would be absolutely annoying in real life, something Feng Baikin knew all too well.

Feng Baikin incorporated his personal experiences into the games, though players were unaware of the developer’s challenging history behind them.

In fact, Zheng Tan was quite looking forward to Feng Baikin’s future games. The current ones were merely his practice; many aspects were still unpolished. It was uncertain what the future held, but it seemed Feng Baikin might delve deeper into this field.

As he headed downstairs, Aunt Li was sitting on the couch on the first floor, sipping tea and watching TV. She wore a simple red bracelet made of braided cord on her wrist.

Aunt Li was probably in her zodiac year, as Zheng Tan hadn’t seen her wear it before.

After leaving Feng Baikin’s place, Zheng Tan stopped by the great aunt’s, squatting nearby to wait for Ermao. He didn’t want to go inside, as every time he saw the great aunt, Zheng Tan felt oddly uneasy, unable to pinpoint the feeling, so it was better not to visit.

Ermao had mentioned upon arrival that they would go to Wei Leng’s house for dinner in the afternoon. He had already confirmed it with Mr. Jiao over the phone, so Zheng Tan didn’t go back but waited for Ermao to come out and joined him in his car to head there together.

Speaking of it, Wei Leng’s son was also one year old now, with the first birthday party and Er Yuan’s hundred-day celebration being quite close. Zheng Tan hadn’t visited Wei Leng’s house often, but every time he did, he felt significant changes in Little Wei.

The last time he visited, Zheng Tan remembered that Little Wei could only crawl difficulty on the foam mat, but now he was already taking a few steps.

Little Wei, Wei Leng’s son’s nickname, was very plump when born and, though not as chubby now, was still heavier compared to his peers.

When Zheng Tan and Ermao arrived at Wei Leng’s house, Little Wei was holding onto the wall walking. Seeing Zheng Tan and Ermao, he wasn’t scared but instead chuckled and attempted to walk over, but he tumbled after just a few steps.

The floor and the nearby walls were all covered with a layer of padding, and all the furniture with hard edges was cushioned too, so there was no fear of him getting hurt from bumps. That’s why when Little Wei fell, he didn’t get hurt.

After flipping over, Little Wei didn’t cry but still cheerfully crawled over this way, foregoing walking entirely since crawling was faster.

Ermao scooped up the approaching Little Wei and cajoled, “Hey, Little Fatty, call me ‘Uncle Er’, say Uncle–Er–”

Little Fatty laughed heartily and then sneezed right at Ermao’s face, covering it with saliva.

Ermao wiped his face, muttering that his own daughter was cuter, and that Little Fatty was a real troublemaker.

“Sister-in-law, is Little Wei catching a cold?”

Wei Leng’s wife took the child to check and said, “He’s fine.” Then she put Little Wei back down.

Now free again, Little Wei crawled towards the sofa where Ermao and Zheng Tan were sitting.

“Heard he’s started saying ‘mama’ and ‘dada’?” Ermao asked.

“Yes, but it’s not very clear,” Wei Leng’s wife laughed. There was a child in the same neighborhood who could speak at ten months old. Although Wei Leng never mentioned it, he felt quite annoyed each time that family showed off in front of them. But one can’t rush these things; every child is different. Wei Leng had been so happy to hear Little Wei finally speak last week that he had stayed up late into the night.

“Come on, call him Black,” Wei Leng’s wife lifted Little Wei onto her lap and directed him towards Zheng Tan, saying.

Since Zhuo Xiaomao had started calling Zheng Tan ‘Black’, Wei Leng’s wife encouraged Little Wei to do the same each time they met Zheng Tan, although previously Little Wei hadn’t been able to speak, and hadn’t called him that.

Little Wei looked at Zheng Tan and after several prompts from his mom managed to say, “Ha ka,” not quite clear but somewhat close.

After the joke, Ermao got Little Wei to call “Uncle Er” again, but Little Wei’s response was a “Pfft!” which frustrated Ermao who complained about the unfair treatment.

Wei Leng came home earlier in the afternoon since he wasn’t working overtime. After arriving, he first had Little Wei call out a few times before sitting down to chat with Ermao.

“Here!” Ermao tossed something to Wei Leng.

Wei Leng caught it and saw a red knitted bracelet, a simple design without any metal or gemstones.

“It’s your zodiac year, right? I swiped one from my great aunt for you. She has lots of these things.”

Hearing Ermao’s words, Zheng Tan thought about the bracelet Aunt Li had; both looked similar, though Wei Leng’s seemed more masculine with different knots on the band, looking somewhat sturdier even without metallic ornaments.

Wei Leng hadn’t thought much of it, but recalling the thing about the ‘Shiwei’ owner he heard from Ye Hao, he decided to wear it. It was just a trinket and no hassle, a bit of psychological comfort, and wearing it felt pretty good.

Initially, the two chatted about Little Wei’s first birthday and Er Yuan’s hundred-day celebration, and talked about their master, which led them to sigh. The old man was getting on in years and had recently had a fall. Though normally he appeared robust, his age was showing, and his disciples had insisted he rest in bed for a while. This time, Wei Leng and Ermao didn’t want the old man to make a long journey; they had already attended the wedding before, and for now, the old man could only see the little ones through photos sent via computer. But Wei Leng thought about visiting one day for all the disciples to meet.

Now each apprentice had become a father, and during Ermao’s wedding, the brothers had talked about visiting the old man together since everyone had been busy over the years and would only get busier, and other plans were uncertain.

“I know, I have some stuff to handle there after the New Year; I’ll stop by then. He seemed in great spirits. But I thought, when Er Yuan gets a bit bigger, we’ll all go together and show him to the old man, Er Yuan is just too small now,” Ermao said.

“Right, I’ll bring Little Fatty along then.”

“Oh, the master also said, if we’re going, we might as well bring Heitan to play with Dashan.”

“Really bring him?” Wei Leng looked at Zheng Tan beside him, thought about Dashan’s fierce demeanor, and felt it wasn’t a good idea. He had seen Dashan once when he visited the old man on a business trip last year, just in time to see Dashan eating a rabbit, face bloodied.

Zheng Tan also pondered over Dashan, whom he had heard a lot about but never seen.

Lost in thought, he didn’t notice until too late that Little Wei was standing by the edge of the sofa, putting Zheng Tan’s cat’s tail into his mouth.

Zheng Tan: “…” Compared to that, the earlier Zhuo Xiaomao really was a good kid. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (NovelFire.net) to vote for and support us. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.NovelFire.net to read.)

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