The white cat makes people happy like this, but without him, others will live like this.

One day, around seven or eight o'clock before the update, the reader was slowly checking the books he was following on the bookshelf, and suddenly said, "The white cat has not been updated stably for a long time. He still owe more than 100,000 words!" I also felt that he had not been updated stably for a long time. A person who looked at the air conditioner said, "How could he update?... He broke his legs." The reader said, "Oh!" "He was still breaking the update. This time, he was fainted and caught by the pursuer. Is the book he chased after was broken?" "How did it happen later?" "How did it happen? First, close the small black room for updates, and then hung it up with an iron chain, beat it for the middle of the night, and then broke his legs." "What?" "How did it happen later?" "How did it happen later." "How did it happen later?" "How did it happen later?" "How did it happen later?" "How did it happen?" "How did it happen?" "How did it happen?" "What? Maybe it was dead." The reader stopped asking, and slowly looked at today's update.

After tonight, the updates are getting less and less than one day, and it's almost time to see that I have to wear a cotton jacket when I lean on the fire all day long. In the second half of the day, there was no update for me. I just sat down with my eyes. Suddenly I heard a voice, "Shui Yi Zhang Wen." Although the sound was very low, it sounded very familiar. There was no one when I looked. I stood up and looked out. The white cat sat at the threshold under the counter. His face was dark and thin, and he was no longer like this. He wore a torn jacket, crossed his legs, and put a bun under it, and hung it on his shoulder with a straw rope. When I saw me, I said, "Shui Yi Zhang Wen Wen." The reader also stretched out his head and said, "Do you still owe more than 100,000 words!" The white cat replied dejectedly, "This... I will pay it back next time. This time it's

Wanqian, you must have monthly subscriptions for recommendation tickets." "Next time." The reader was still as usual, smiling and said to him, "White Cat, you broke the update again!" But this time he was not very quarrel, and said, "Don't make fun of it!" "Make fun? If you keep up, how could you break your legs?" The white cat whispered, "Stumble, fall, fall..." His eyes were very much like begging readers, don't mention it again. At this time, a few people had gathered, so they laughed with the readers. I warmed up the wine, took it out, and put it on the threshold. He took out the ten thousand updates from his ragged pocket and put them in my hand. Seeing that his hands were covered with mud, he turned out that he had come with this hand. After a while, after he posted the update, he sat and walked slowly with his hand in the laughter of others.

Since then, I haven't seen the white cat for a long time. At the end of the New Year, readers flipped through the bookshelf and said, "The white cat still owes more than 100,000 words!" By the Dragon Boat Festival of the next year, they said, "The white cat still owes more than 100,000 words!" But they didn't say it until the Mid-Autumn Festival, and they didn't see him until the New Year.

I finally haven't seen you yet - probably the white cat did starve to death. 1616047306
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