Transmigrating into a 90’s Cat, I Want to Work for My Home Country

    The four cats twisted their faces with their front and back feet. The round cat faces of the stray cat trio were vigilant, and their white whiskers were shaking. Baring teeth shaking stupid flesh, revealing thin and sharp teeth.

    Bows and frizzy hair.

    Bai Xia Xia's back was stiff and she wanted to cry.

    Don't she just want to be a coward? What, you still want to call me Liu Qingshi? Who do you keep the evidence for? Is it shameless to be a cat? !

    She jumped back and forth between the options of fleeing immediately, avoiding embarrassment and turning her face to see which tortoise **** harmed him, really reluctant to give up the stray cat trio she just found, Bai Xia Xia Sheng had no love, and decided to remember who the shameless **** who violated the cat's portrait right was!

    Go back and try harder to delete the evidence.

    "Click!"

    In the freeze-frame picture, the snow-white and elegant Persian cat is sitting in a noble squatting position, putting down her claws early. The flat ears of the flattened plane are parallel to the small head, and the cat's heterochromatic pupils are clear and bright in the sunlight.

    The brilliance reflects the cat's fur, with a light layer of gilt gold.

    Bai Xiaxia tilted her head: As long as you pretend that nothing happened, it's not me who is embarrassed.

    Never admit surrender, she is the one who admits counselling. A cat can't wear a vest, she can deny it!

    Therefore, Liu Feng, who was squatting to take pictures, saw the snow-white cat taking a slow pace, and calmly poked his ears, and re-supported the ears of the plane.

    Very indifferent, she tilted her head to look at him, as if to say: look what? ! you idiot!

    Liu Feng... With trembling hands, he pressed the shutter again excitedly.

    He is a professional photographer. He wanders the streets and alleys of major cities all the year round, photographing the old streets and alleys that have gradually disappeared, but have been eroded by the years.

    The courtyards in old Beijing, the red tiles and green trees in Qingdao, the garden houses in Suzhou... The photos he took contain thousands of years of Chinese history. Sublime.

    I have repeatedly appeared on National Geographic magazine. In recent years, Liu Feng has fallen into a bottleneck period.

    He roams all year round in various and unique streets and alleys. Looking at the high-rise buildings in the big city, the new buildings with plaques emerge one after another.

    It is a symbol of economic take-off and national development. Their appearance is gratifying, but it also means that countless old buildings have been destroyed.

    Liu Feng does not understand the economy, however, such development and change make him unacceptable.

    He is obsessed with the old and vicissitudes of history buildings that have been polished by time.

    Their ancient Chinese buildings will eventually be like this broken and rebuilt country. After many tests, they are still beautiful.

    Not the arrogant and arrogant people who don't understand the ancient Chinese architecture.

    He wants the Chinese architecture he photographed to be exhibited all over the world.

    These inherited things are in the daily life that the people are used to, they are ordinary and not ordinary.

    He couldn't accept it, and couldn't watch these old things that prove inheritance and culture being pushed down mercilessly.

    Switch to something else.

    Those are the treasures that Liu Feng believes, but he can do nothing.

    Depressed, depressed, irritable, powerless, unable to change the status quo, Liu Feng lost his inspiration and seemed to be caught in a vicious circle of repetition.

    Repressed, he can no longer find the inspiration that bursts out, and he can't find the beautiful moments that can be photographed naturally without thinking.

    For this, Liu Feng has made a lot of efforts. He took the initiative to contact many professors of architects, writers, and archaeologists in the college, and ran with them to preserve the ancient buildings. s things.

    But it was useless, he thought that after doing all this, after struggling and working hard, his heart would feel better and he could find the lost inspiration. But no, no!

    Liu Feng is going crazy! Photography is everything to him, and it is his dream to promote ancient Chinese architecture. Today, he is like a hunter who has lost his sword and a dancer who has lost his legs.

    How not to be crazy.

    He refused to admit defeat, wandering the city streets all night, frantically taking pictures.

    The houses and alleys in the photos are either complicated and beautiful, or rough, or ancient... There are good and bad, maybe in the eyes of others, they are all good. In Liu Feng's eyes, it is a defective product full of craftsmanship.

    When he came to Tongcheng, a friend persuaded him. Since he can't get new inspiration, it is better to walk around the cities he has traveled again and take pictures of the changes and development of these cities.

    In the era of innovation, new changes, new high-rise buildings can also make people burst out with different inspirations.

    Liu Feng knew very well that this trick was useless to him. Due to the good intentions of his friends, he simply bought a ticket and wandered aimlessly in the city full of new vitality.

    Tongcheng, he came many times. Familiar and unfamiliar, did not give Liu Yang a different feeling.

    Bai Xiaxia had just left the guest house when Liu Feng saw it. He was eating wontons across from the guest house, big wontons filled with pure meat, and the juice overflowed when he took a bite.

    The white-washed Bai Xia Xia is particularly beautiful and conspicuous. The snow-white hair is as beautiful as snow, and the eyes of different colors are green and blue.

    Liu Feng actually has no feelings for cats and dogs. He has also seen Persian cats, and his friend raised one.

    In the past two years, it has become very popular in the wealthy circle to raise purebred cats and dogs of foreign breeds. It seems that there are no such cats and dogs that are not included in everyone's topic.

    Even, there are some pets.

    Liu Feng remembers clearly that the Persian cat Jingui is delicate and difficult to raise, so he has to eat specially prepared imported cat food.

    It's annoying.

    Generally, it is expensive to keep at home, but Liu Fengtou saw a cat of his own going out.

    I also ran around in the street, I don't know which one has a big heart, but I don't care.

    This cat is so precious! The master also dared to let him run away without any scruples, not afraid of being stolen by a thief.

    Liu Feng didn't know why he was thinking, so he followed behind for no reason, and slowly found that the cat seemed to be walking aimlessly, but the route was very straight, only the road.

    Several people were eager to make a move.

    This cat is very smart, not only that, she stops and goes, occasionally looking around, as if looking for something. Liu Feng was even more curious, and he followed along, and there were a few photos just now.

    At that moment, Liu Feng naturally pressed the shutter.

    As before, countless moments of inspiration.

    Bai Xiaxia remembered to take pictures of people's faces secretly, and refocused on the three stray cats in front of her.

    Take it and take it, this guy won't necessarily send it out. She had to ask the cat to help her to listen to the news of the southern block. The most important thing was to save people.

    I don't know if Bai Xiaxia was lucky or unlucky. The photographer interrupted so much that the vigilance of the three stray cats was significantly reduced.

    Most of the focus was on the photographer, but Bai Xiaxia could take this opportunity to communicate with them.

    The earless tabby cat has a slender body. If you look carefully, you will find that it is not only missing an ear. The hair above the left eye is bald, obviously injured, and he ignores Bai Xiaxia's conversation, which is quite a cold eldest brother.

    Every hair is concave: I am super fierce!

    Looking at the age of six or seven months, she is the first to answer the question of Bai Xiaxia. After a few words, Bai Xiaxia discovered that the small gang formed by these three cats is very scientific!

    The thug and the bodyguard!

      Soft-tempered, talkative and silly.

    It's just a forehead: cat, it can eat but it's easy to deceive!

    Before Bai Xiaxia came, she was ready to fight a protracted battle, but these cats were smarter than she expected. There were twists and turns in communication, but they could understand the meaning.

    Maybe it's the reason why they live in the city, stray cats should be in charge early! Bai Xiaxia thinks about big flowers, and hates that iron is not steel!

    Bai Xiaxia has been in Cuilian Mountain for a long time and has contact with many animals.

    Actually, she is very good with animals!

    Probably understand the IQ of some animals, just look at the communication, the animals have high and low IQ responses.

    There may be deviations in human research on various animal individuals, but the research on IQ of ethnic groups is probably consistent and can be used for reference.

    But in individuals, there will be individual samples, well, there will always be some extra smart.

    For example, this little mysterious cat who bargained with her and tried to become the captain of the temporary workers.

    Bai Xiaxia: ...don't think I don't know what you're thinking! What the heck, did you learn it without a teacher? !

    Sure enough, animals can talk, and no one has anything to do! Bai Xiaxia thought that the stray cat flickering was easy to solve, but the heavy reality gave Bai Xia a heavy slap in the face.