NOVEL SIMPLE The Reiki Era of the Powerful
Chapter 412 Customers of the Cat Cafe 4
Chapter 412 Customers of the Cat Cafe 4
Help... her?
Sitting on the metal counter, Su Er VII, who listened to Grandma Tang tell the whole story, fell into a moment of confusion.
The story is not about herself, but about a girl named "Tang Hongyin".
Surr VII joined the Blackstone Research Institute too late, so it didn't know about the "Naki New Year Festival Incident" a few months ago, didn't know about the growth and transformation of the little sheep that night, and didn't know about the girl covered in scars Zeng smiled and said "It's nice to meet you", and then shattered into pieces like glass.
It also didn't know that Tang Hongyin's "Purification Wings" had been rated as "the extraordinary ability with the strongest group lethality" by the Blackstone Research Institute, and that Rhythm also dived into the sea that night to collect a box of ice crystals and handed them over to the In the hands of her last relatives.
Zur VII was a good listener.
Its eyes are quiet and powerful, gentle and peaceful. It is easy for people to involuntarily let go of their guard and babble their hearts under the gaze of those azure eyes under the gaze of the golden Maine Coon cat.
But it is not a qualified life coach.
It just broke free from the cognitive bias of the spirits, and has vaguely determined what it will do next, but it is far from being able to respond to others' prayers.
It didn't know how to answer Grandma Tang's question at all.
In the silence of King Sur VII, Grandma Tang Xiyi's eyes dimmed little by little.
"Ah...you, there's nothing you can do..." Grandma Tang's voice was very low.
She lowered her head, rummaged through her cloth bag, and took out an almost tattered notebook.
There are many nouns and concepts related to the extraordinary world, such as "extraordinary", "spiritual power", "pollutant" and so on.
——No wonder this old lady, who doesn't even understand what a computer is, can accurately tell the cause of death of her relatives.
There are still a lot of neat notes in the notebook, roughly which day, who she visited on the island, and what she said to these people.
This dying old man broke into a world that she didn't understand at all just for a few words and a glimmer of hope, chasing that so-called "miracle" day after day.
Grandma Tang raised her head and looked at Su Er VII, like a heartbroken person trying to confirm something with her last strength: "I have asked many people, but they don't know...
"Cat shop manager, can you tell me, does that miracle really exist?"
Miracles... do they exist?
Su Er VII looked at the box that Grandma Tang pushed to his eyes.
If the "miracle" in Grandma Tang's mouth refers to "resurrection" in a broad sense, it refers to the awakening and surviving of the individual human memory named "Tang Hongyin" in another form...
"Exists," it said.
It itself is a living example.
The pharaoh named Surr VII died, but after a fragment of his soul was attached to the golden coffin, another dead person who inherited all the memories of Surr VII was born in the sound of people's prayers.
These ice crystals left by Tang Hongyin are also a part of her, and they retain the memory of her life...
It seemed to know how to answer Grandma Tang's question.
"Existence, that's great." Grandma Tang seemed to have regained some strength, and smiled with difficulty, "Then I'll ask more, ask a few more people, and someone will know..."
She picked up the pen and seriously wrote the conclusion on a new page of the notebook: On May 4002, 5, she visited Xiaoqimao Cafe, and the manager of the cat shop said that "miracles" existed.
After writing this sentence, she seemed to be taken aback, as if she remembered something.
"Ah, I'm sorry..." Grandma Tang looked at the notices posted on the counter, "I've said so much, but I forgot to buy your coffee...I'm sorry..."
She struggled to stand up on the table, and wanted to go to the self-service coffee machine and study the machine she hadn't seen before.
Her name is Tang Meizhen, and she is an ordinary old man who couldn't be more ordinary.
From the moment she entered the door, she has been trying her best to maintain politeness and decency, not wanting to rely on her elders, not wanting to trouble others, and not wanting to take advantage of anything.
She doesn't quite understand what a cat cafe is, but she strictly abides by the rules here—it seems that she has to buy a cup of coffee first and become a customer here before she can chat with the cat shop manager.
She has troubled him for so long without paying anything now, which naturally makes her feel ashamed.
She took a slow step.
But for some reason, perhaps the narration just now touched the memory she least wanted to recall, and made her a little dazed, so that when she was walking, the crutch accidentally touched the leg of the table on one side and dropped her hand.
This is not a problem for young people, but for a frail old man, the unsupported crutches are enough to cause her to lose her balance in an instant and fall to the ground without any resistance.
Grandma Tang's body leaned forward uncontrollably, she grasped weakly with both hands, and she was about to fall to the ground.
But he didn't fall down.
A fluffy tail protruded from the counter and reached into the palm of her hand. It just became a fulcrum and was supported by Grandma Tang, successfully helping her regain her balance.
Grandma Tang swayed and stood still again.
She looked at the big golden cat with its tail sticking out on the counter, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you."
Surr VII, who almost never took the initiative to move, jumped to the ground.
It didn't retract its tail, but let the end of its tail rest in Grandma Tang's hand, serving as a stable fulcrum to support her body.
When it landed, the big cat with its cocked tail became a new pair of crutches, just the right height.
Su Er VII raised a paw and turned his head to look back, as if encouraging or comforting.
It has always been such a gentle spirit, even when Yan Lige hits someone with it, he is worried that he will hurt someone, so why would he watch an old man fall in front of it?
Grandma Tang was so blessed that she suddenly understood what it meant, so she held the big cat by its tail and walked slowly back to the side of the seat.
After Grandma Tang sat down again, Su Er VII lowered her tail and swished onto the table.
The table trembled violently due to its weight, but fortunately, its quality was acceptable and it did not collapse.
"You..." Grandma Tang was a little surprised, and stretched out her hand tremblingly.
Su Er VII took the initiative to put his head into her palm, the pure golden long hair was soft and smooth, and it felt very good.
At the same time, a large number of pictures flooded into her mind.
About spirits, about the dead, about prayers, about resurrection from the dead...
Grandma Tang suddenly opened her eyes wide.
She dragged her old body to search for so long, and finally found that miraculous path.
"I..." Grandma Tang pondered over the knowledge that appeared in her mind, but found that it was too much and too strange for her, and it was difficult to digest and understand for a while.
Her expression suddenly became uneasy after the sudden ecstasy.
"I...I want to write it down..." She fumbled for a pen and paper in a panic, "I'm old, I don't understand many things, I can't remember...I want to write it down, write it down..."
But she only found the notebook, and she didn't know where she put the pen, and the more flustered she was, the more she couldn't find it.
Grandma Tang's expression and voice became more and more frightened, until she was almost crying.
She was afraid of missing this only chance.
But before she could cry, a cat's paw gently pressed her wrist.
"It's okay, I will help you." The golden cat's gentle voice came into her mind, "If you forget, I will teach you again, no matter how many times."
Grandma Tang looked at Su Er VII in a daze.
It seems that the tense heartstrings have finally relaxed, it seems that the wandering traveler has finally found his home, and it seems that the hope he has been pursuing has finally been realized.
"thanks, thanks!"
Grandma Tang hugged Suru VII and sobbed uncontrollably.
(End of this chapter)
Help... her?
Sitting on the metal counter, Su Er VII, who listened to Grandma Tang tell the whole story, fell into a moment of confusion.
The story is not about herself, but about a girl named "Tang Hongyin".
Surr VII joined the Blackstone Research Institute too late, so it didn't know about the "Naki New Year Festival Incident" a few months ago, didn't know about the growth and transformation of the little sheep that night, and didn't know about the girl covered in scars Zeng smiled and said "It's nice to meet you", and then shattered into pieces like glass.
It also didn't know that Tang Hongyin's "Purification Wings" had been rated as "the extraordinary ability with the strongest group lethality" by the Blackstone Research Institute, and that Rhythm also dived into the sea that night to collect a box of ice crystals and handed them over to the In the hands of her last relatives.
Zur VII was a good listener.
Its eyes are quiet and powerful, gentle and peaceful. It is easy for people to involuntarily let go of their guard and babble their hearts under the gaze of those azure eyes under the gaze of the golden Maine Coon cat.
But it is not a qualified life coach.
It just broke free from the cognitive bias of the spirits, and has vaguely determined what it will do next, but it is far from being able to respond to others' prayers.
It didn't know how to answer Grandma Tang's question at all.
In the silence of King Sur VII, Grandma Tang Xiyi's eyes dimmed little by little.
"Ah...you, there's nothing you can do..." Grandma Tang's voice was very low.
She lowered her head, rummaged through her cloth bag, and took out an almost tattered notebook.
There are many nouns and concepts related to the extraordinary world, such as "extraordinary", "spiritual power", "pollutant" and so on.
——No wonder this old lady, who doesn't even understand what a computer is, can accurately tell the cause of death of her relatives.
There are still a lot of neat notes in the notebook, roughly which day, who she visited on the island, and what she said to these people.
This dying old man broke into a world that she didn't understand at all just for a few words and a glimmer of hope, chasing that so-called "miracle" day after day.
Grandma Tang raised her head and looked at Su Er VII, like a heartbroken person trying to confirm something with her last strength: "I have asked many people, but they don't know...
"Cat shop manager, can you tell me, does that miracle really exist?"
Miracles... do they exist?
Su Er VII looked at the box that Grandma Tang pushed to his eyes.
If the "miracle" in Grandma Tang's mouth refers to "resurrection" in a broad sense, it refers to the awakening and surviving of the individual human memory named "Tang Hongyin" in another form...
"Exists," it said.
It itself is a living example.
The pharaoh named Surr VII died, but after a fragment of his soul was attached to the golden coffin, another dead person who inherited all the memories of Surr VII was born in the sound of people's prayers.
These ice crystals left by Tang Hongyin are also a part of her, and they retain the memory of her life...
It seemed to know how to answer Grandma Tang's question.
"Existence, that's great." Grandma Tang seemed to have regained some strength, and smiled with difficulty, "Then I'll ask more, ask a few more people, and someone will know..."
She picked up the pen and seriously wrote the conclusion on a new page of the notebook: On May 4002, 5, she visited Xiaoqimao Cafe, and the manager of the cat shop said that "miracles" existed.
After writing this sentence, she seemed to be taken aback, as if she remembered something.
"Ah, I'm sorry..." Grandma Tang looked at the notices posted on the counter, "I've said so much, but I forgot to buy your coffee...I'm sorry..."
She struggled to stand up on the table, and wanted to go to the self-service coffee machine and study the machine she hadn't seen before.
Her name is Tang Meizhen, and she is an ordinary old man who couldn't be more ordinary.
From the moment she entered the door, she has been trying her best to maintain politeness and decency, not wanting to rely on her elders, not wanting to trouble others, and not wanting to take advantage of anything.
She doesn't quite understand what a cat cafe is, but she strictly abides by the rules here—it seems that she has to buy a cup of coffee first and become a customer here before she can chat with the cat shop manager.
She has troubled him for so long without paying anything now, which naturally makes her feel ashamed.
She took a slow step.
But for some reason, perhaps the narration just now touched the memory she least wanted to recall, and made her a little dazed, so that when she was walking, the crutch accidentally touched the leg of the table on one side and dropped her hand.
This is not a problem for young people, but for a frail old man, the unsupported crutches are enough to cause her to lose her balance in an instant and fall to the ground without any resistance.
Grandma Tang's body leaned forward uncontrollably, she grasped weakly with both hands, and she was about to fall to the ground.
But he didn't fall down.
A fluffy tail protruded from the counter and reached into the palm of her hand. It just became a fulcrum and was supported by Grandma Tang, successfully helping her regain her balance.
Grandma Tang swayed and stood still again.
She looked at the big golden cat with its tail sticking out on the counter, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you."
Surr VII, who almost never took the initiative to move, jumped to the ground.
It didn't retract its tail, but let the end of its tail rest in Grandma Tang's hand, serving as a stable fulcrum to support her body.
When it landed, the big cat with its cocked tail became a new pair of crutches, just the right height.
Su Er VII raised a paw and turned his head to look back, as if encouraging or comforting.
It has always been such a gentle spirit, even when Yan Lige hits someone with it, he is worried that he will hurt someone, so why would he watch an old man fall in front of it?
Grandma Tang was so blessed that she suddenly understood what it meant, so she held the big cat by its tail and walked slowly back to the side of the seat.
After Grandma Tang sat down again, Su Er VII lowered her tail and swished onto the table.
The table trembled violently due to its weight, but fortunately, its quality was acceptable and it did not collapse.
"You..." Grandma Tang was a little surprised, and stretched out her hand tremblingly.
Su Er VII took the initiative to put his head into her palm, the pure golden long hair was soft and smooth, and it felt very good.
At the same time, a large number of pictures flooded into her mind.
About spirits, about the dead, about prayers, about resurrection from the dead...
Grandma Tang suddenly opened her eyes wide.
She dragged her old body to search for so long, and finally found that miraculous path.
"I..." Grandma Tang pondered over the knowledge that appeared in her mind, but found that it was too much and too strange for her, and it was difficult to digest and understand for a while.
Her expression suddenly became uneasy after the sudden ecstasy.
"I...I want to write it down..." She fumbled for a pen and paper in a panic, "I'm old, I don't understand many things, I can't remember...I want to write it down, write it down..."
But she only found the notebook, and she didn't know where she put the pen, and the more flustered she was, the more she couldn't find it.
Grandma Tang's expression and voice became more and more frightened, until she was almost crying.
She was afraid of missing this only chance.
But before she could cry, a cat's paw gently pressed her wrist.
"It's okay, I will help you." The golden cat's gentle voice came into her mind, "If you forget, I will teach you again, no matter how many times."
Grandma Tang looked at Su Er VII in a daze.
It seems that the tense heartstrings have finally relaxed, it seems that the wandering traveler has finally found his home, and it seems that the hope he has been pursuing has finally been realized.
"thanks, thanks!"
Grandma Tang hugged Suru VII and sobbed uncontrollably.
(End of this chapter)
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