There were also two fish strung on the branches.

The boy was not taken seriously when he was scolded, put away the awl, picked up a fish, and continued to eat.

The white cat sat down two feet away from him, turned its back to him, licked its paws and washed its face.

A little wind blew from the fire, and it was so fragrant.

She hasn't eaten yet.

The white cat closed its eyes angrily, ready to sleep a little longer.

But it didn't take long for the smell of the fish to get stronger and stronger...... Near?

She couldn't help but sniffle, and when she opened a slit in her eyes, she saw a piece of snow-white fish meat shaking in front of her nose.

This stinky boy is so bad-hearted, he knows that she doesn't dare to eat and still comes to tease her.

The white cat pushed the boy's arm away with one palm, but not with much force and did not slap the fish off.

He didn't give up, and came over again.

The cat simply rolled over, its head facing the other direction.

It finally stopped behind him.

After a quarter of an hour, the white cat glanced quietly to the fire, just in time to see the boy throw the leftover fish bones into the fire.

...... Hum!

She smacked her lips and went back to sleep.

This time I slept longer, and then—

Then the smell of fish wafted over again, and the sharp beard was gently disturbed.

The white cat got up and saw a wooden bowl in front of him, with burnt fish skin and snow-white fish flesh in the bowl.

Cleanly removed, not a single thorn.

She looked at it for a moment, and the boy pushed the bowl half a foot in front of her, and the meaning was clear:

Eat, go to the thorns.

Chitose wanted to knock over his broken bowl with one slap, but the fish was so fragrant, and she hadn't eaten it yet.

The cat stared at the boy with a scrutinizing gaze, making sure that his eyes were clear, not teasing or urging, and then lowered his head and ate.

Well, that's fragrant.

The boy let her eat the fish slowly, packed up his own things, and extinguished the campfire.

It's time to hit the road.

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Walk during the day and camp and sleep at night. At such a pace, time flies.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

The boy stayed away from the castle he passed, but as he passed through the villages, he would buy some beans and forage to take care of the horses, and buy some dry food for himself and Chitose by the way.

When the flatbread is cooled down, it can be smashed on a person's head to bleed. The boy could nibble on it, but Chitose couldn't, so he had to buy some more dried meat and fish, soak them in water and boil them until they were soft before feeding them to the cat.

Chitose ate fish and meat that day, and only then did he realize that this was his special bowl for begging?!

No one has ever dared to give her used cutlery, let alone a beggar.

But when the words came to her mouth, she swallowed them back.

Never mind.

A boy leads a tall horse, crosses the mountains alone, and has a little money around him, which can easily make people feel evil. Flashing Dance has not been pampered since he was a child, and he also knows that people are unpredictable, so he has always looked for the old people or widows in the village to buy things, and he respects the young and strong villagers, and pays attention to not revealing his wealth.

But even if you are careful everywhere, trouble will still come to your door.

On this day he bought dried sweet potatoes in a small village, and when he left, he was followed by two tails.

It was a pair of brothers in the village.

The white cat lay on his shoulder and said nonchalantly: "They want your horse, and ...... I. ”

The fast horses of the post house are different from the ploughing horses in the fields and can be sold for a good price. The white cat just peeked out of the basket to breathe, and it was also seen by others.

The long-haired white cat of different species, without a trace of variegation, must be liked by the ladies and daughters of the city. This rare thing may be sold for more than a horse.

The boy looked back at the two sneaky figures on the road, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Half an hour later.

This man, a cat and a horse, came out of the dense forest, and continued to drive in high spirits, and the two tails that had been following him were gone.

......

The sun went down, and the itch that had tormented the boy for three days finally disappeared completely.

Chitose pinched his throat for a long time, and finally withdrew his hand with satisfaction: "It should be fine, let me listen to it?" He has been taking care of it, and he has not made a sound for three days.

"Ahh

Opening his mouth, the boy froze on his own. Although it is monosyllable, the voice is gentle and coherent, and it is no longer the original hoarse and broken gong voice.

Voice, his voice is good!

His voice was no longer hoarse.

He can talk!

The boy's jaw tensed, and he struggled to keep his eyes open so that the wetness did not slip out of his eyes.

After many years of longing, his dream has finally come true!

He's finally about to become a normal person!

"Where is this?" Chitose said with a basin of cold water, mercilessly, "If you cry like a crow, you can speak?" ”

He has heard countless words from others, but when he wants to open his mouth to say it, how can it be so easy?

Ever since the boy could remember, he has been mute himself, so he has never done vocal exercises.

However, opening and voicing words is actually a very complex pharyngeal muscle activity, such as the mouth, lips and tongue, pharynx, and airflow, all of which must be seamlessly coordinated in order to speak the words correctly and roundly.

He had to babble like a one- or two-year-old.

......

Another day passed, and Chitose said that he was about to go crazy!

As long as he was awake, the boy practiced speaking almost all the time, but he couldn't learn well in such a short time, and could only make all kinds of strange sounds.

Whether he became a cat or a human, she stayed away in disgust, leaving him alone to talk to himself.

But I hated that her hearing was too good, and she couldn't really travel three thousand miles, and within twenty or thirty feet, every syllable he said could clearly float into her ears.

Can't stand the magic sound piercing her brain, she is crazy to scratch the tree every day!

The sharp sizzle of polishing his claws is more pleasant than his pronunciation!

Finally, that evening, the boy looked at her for a moment, and slowly spat out a formed syllable from his mouth:

"Thousand ......"

"Huh?" the white cat pricked up its ears.

What's the fat thing about being a little excited?

"Thousand ......"

"It's polite to call the whole name!" she patted his cheek in encouragement, "what about the latter word?"

The boy was silent for a moment, then tried again:

"Thousand ...... Thousand ......"

The pronunciation of the words "Qianqian......" and "year" is a bit difficult.

"I'm not called Qianqian!" the white cat bared its little fangs at him, "Don't call it so close (and) hot, we are not so familiar!"

"Qianqian!"

"......" This kid looks quite clever, but he really has no talent for language.

"Whatever you want. "You remember, we can't walk in the wild forever." The sooner you learn to speak, the sooner you'll be out of danger!" She turned her head to the east, "In three days at most, we'll be on the border with Liang." Do you think there won't be a level?"

The boy was stunned. She hadn't said anything before. But can't you go around it like you go around a city?