Chapter 004: Drunken Dreams and Death (Part Four)
The tabby cat stared at her with bright, wide eyes, disdainfully uttering a "meow" and strutting away with an air of superiority
In the haze, there is a person as exquisite as jade, with a gentle smile.
In the eleventh dream, there is a moan; it seems that my face is already damp and cool, yet there is a warmth that comes and goes, lingering on my cheeks.
What a cat that is utterly oblivious to romance
It is not good. If I, Zhao Yan, were to marry, I would only marry a hero of this age, to stand side by side with him and restore the vast rivers and mountains of the Great Chu!
With a sigh of regret, he shook his head, filled his wine jug to the brim, and carefully sealed away the remaining portion before returning to the attic to slowly savor his new brew
It is evident that there is a miscalculation.
She brought over another small jar, her eyes and brows already bright with laughter, "The most important thing is that my intoxicating wine of life and dreams has finally been brewed! Huahua, would you like a cup?"
I do not need to understand! I only know that I cannot bear the shame of my country, for it is a disgrace for one of royal blood
Sighing at the passage of time, like flowing water. Why toil in vain for a mere day? It is better to live in drunkenness and die in dreams; even if one’s life is spent in vain, it can still be said that one has not let others down, and one has not let oneself down in the pursuit of art and literature.
"Morning Glory, when you grow up, I will tell the Empress, would it be good to marry you?"
In a flash between the eleven fingers, a faint silver light darted out into the darkness, followed by the heartrending squeaks of a mouse.
There is some commotion coming from the corner
A pair of black eyes, which had just revealed a clear brightness, quickly dimmed again
The tabby cat immediately pounced excitedly.
On the eleventh, a small flying knife was pulled from the mouse, and it was waved at, "You keep it for yourself!"
The tabby cat, refusing to comply, rubbed against Eleven while meowing, nearly brushing the dead mouse in its mouth against Eleven's face
As expected, the heavier the burden, the more likely it is to fall upon oneself
The tabby cat returned promptly, indeed bringing back a large rat, presenting it as a treasure at the feet of Eleven
... ...
Eleven chuckled silently, "How many fish have you stolen recently? You should not underestimate your own worth..."
The sound of a heavy fall to the ground was accompanied by a cat's anguished cry
She turned slightly to the side and then heard the sound of the tabby cat's throat making a "gurgling" noise. It was licking her with its tongue, its movements somewhat impatient.
Eleven sighed, "I really feel embarrassed to tell Old Jing that, in fact, you have become so fat that you can't catch mice anymore... A lazy cat like you is truly rare."
At that time, who was young and impetuous, acting recklessly
The youth, like jade, furrowed his brow in quiet sorrow, "Morning glory, you do not understand..."
Meow
The cat got up at eleven, patted its head, "A grateful cat is a good cat! But I don't like this. Think quickly, who gives you the most fish? Hurry and send him a mouse!"
She smiled as she raised the wine pot towards the window, singing softly: "Awake from wine, I sit before the flowers; drunk, I sleep beneath them. Half awake, half drunk, day after day; flowers fall and bloom, year after year. Come, let us get drunk among the flowers, and die in front of them!"
Humans and beasts are indeed the same
She raised her hand and continued to drink.
Outside the weathered and discolored window frame, an ancient osmanthus tree stands quietly in the courtyard. As the wind blows, golden fragments, resembling grains of corn, flutter down, landing in the long-neglected garden, rolling amidst the green bricks and the weeds in the crevices. A tabby cat perches on a branch of the osmanthus tree, adorned with fallen petals, measuring the distance between the tree and the window frame, before leaping gracefully.