Chapter 84 Cat Town (5)

I kept falling asleep, if I hadn't been bitten by flies, I might just fall asleep like that, and sleep forever.Forgive me for using the term "flies", I don't know their names; they look like little green butterflies, very beautiful, but their behavior is several times more annoying than flies; there are so many of them, and a group of them will fly up every time you raise your hand green leaves. My body is very stiff, because I slept on the "ground" overnight, and the word "bed" probably does not exist in the cat people's language.Hit the greenfly with one hand, rub the body with the other, and scan the surroundings with his eyes.There is nothing to see in the house.The bed is naturally the land, and the most important thing in the bedroom has been omitted.I hope to find a basin to wash my body, I have soaked in hot sweat for half a day and a night.No.You can't see anything, you can only look at the walls and roofs, which are all made of mud without any decoration.The four walls surrounded by a mass of stench, this is the house.There is a hole in the wall about three feet high, which is the door; the window, if it must be, is also it.

It's a miracle my pistol wasn't taken by the cat people or lost on the road.Putting the gun on, I crawled out of the hole.I realized that it was useless to have a window. The house was in a forest—probably the one I saw last night—the leaves were so dense that the sunlight couldn’t pass through even if it was strong, and the sunlight was blocked by gray air.No wonder cat people have good eyesight.It's not cool in the forest either, it's humid and steamy, and although you can't see the sun, the heat seems to be wrapped in gray air; there is no wind. I looked around, hoping to find a spring or a ditch where I could wash myself.Couldn't find it; only met leaves, damp, stink.

Catman is sitting on a tree.Of course he had seen me.But when I saw him, he hid in the leaves.This pissed me off a little.How can there be such a reason for entertaining guests: no matter what to eat or drink, just give me a stinky room.I admit that I am his guest, I have no intention of coming here, he invited me.It's better not to be shy, I think.Going over, he went up to the top of the tree.I climbed up the tree unceremoniously, hugged a big branch and shook it vigorously.He made a sound, and I didn't understand his words, but stopped shaking.I jumped down and waited for him.He seemed to know that there was no way to escape, he pursed his ears, and came down slowly like a defeated cat.I pointed to my mouth, raised my neck, and opened and closed my lips several times, wanting to eat and drink.He understood and pointed to the tree.I thought it was telling me to eat fruit; cat people probably don't eat grain, I guessed wisely.There is no fruit on the tree.He climbed up the tree again, pulled off four or five leaves very carefully, put one in his mouth, and then put them all on the ground, pointing at me, pointing at the leaves.

I can't stand this way of feeding the sheep; I didn't go to get the leaves.The cat man's face was extremely ugly, and he seemed to be angry too.Why he was angry, I naturally couldn't think of it: why I was angry, he probably couldn't think of it either.I can see that if the dispute continues like this, there will be no good results, and it will be meaningless, and no one will understand anyone at all. However, I can't pick up the leaves and eat them myself.I gestured for him to pick it up and bring it over.He doesn't seem to understand.I also became suspicious from anger.Could it be that men and women are indifferent to each other, and it is also acceptable on Mars?Is this cat person who has been making trouble for a long time a woman?Don't dare to say, hmph, how do you know it's not whether men and women can accept or not kiss each other! ? (This guess was correct, and it was confirmed after living here for a few days.) Well, there is no point in getting angry because we don't understand each other, I picked up the leaves and wiped them with my hands.In fact, my hands were extremely dirty, and there were still some blood stains where they were scratched by the iron bars of the plane; but I got used to it, and I couldn't help doing this.I took one piece to my mouth, it was very fragrant and had a lot of juice; because I was inexperienced, the juice trickled down from the corner of my mouth; the cat man moved his hands and feet, as if he was going to catch the juice for me; this leaf must be Very precious, I think; but such a large forest, why do you cherish one or two leaves so much?Don't worry about it, there are many rare things.After eating two leaves in a row, I felt a little dizzy, but it was not bad.I felt that the little baby juice not only went to my stomach, but also felt a numbness going through my whole body, and my body immediately stopped being stiff and flustered.My stomach is full of numbness.I feel a little dazed, like I want to sleep, but I can't sleep, and I feel a little itchy in the daze, a kind of stimulation that looks slightly drunk.I still hold a leaf in my hand, and my hand seems to be as lazy and comfortable as when I just woke up.I don't have the strength to lift it anymore.I want to laugh in my heart; I can't tell whether there is a smile on my face.I leaned against a big tree and closed my eyes for a while.For a very short while, his head shook slightly.After the drunkenness has passed, there is not a pore in the whole body that does not feel easy to laugh, if the pores can laugh.I don't feel hunger or thirst at all; I don't need to wash my body anymore, the mud, sweat, and blood are all comfortably attached to my flesh, and it is comfortable not to wash for a lifetime.

The woods are much greener.The surrounding gray air is neither too hot nor too cold, neither too much nor too little.The gray and green trees have a poetic beauty.In the moisture, if you smell it carefully, it is not smelly, but a thick sweetness, like a ripe melon. "Happy" is not enough to describe my state of mind. "Anesthesia", yes, "anesthesia"!Those two leaves gave me some ash power in my heart, and then I immersed my whole body in the ash gas like a duck to water. I crouched next to a tree.I have never liked squatting; now I feel comfortable only squatting.

I started to look closely at the cat man; my disgust for him seemed to be reduced a lot, and I felt a little cute about him. The so-called cat people are not big cats walking upright and wearing clothes.He has no clothes.I laughed, and pulled off the rags on my upper body, it wasn't cold anyway, so why bother hanging some odds and ends.It's not a shame to keep the lower part, because I have to keep the belt to hang my pistol.In fact, it is not bad to wear a pistol while naked, but I am still reluctant to part with the box of matches; I must keep my trousers, so that I can have a small bag to hold the small box, in case they will be shackled again in the future.Take off the boots too and throw them aside.

Back in the day, cat people don't wear clothes.The waist is very long and thin, and the hands and feet are short.The fingers and toes are also very short. (No wonder I run fast but work so slowly. I think of the scene when they put me in chains.) The neck is not short, and the head can be bent on the back.The face is very large, with two extremely round eyes, which grow very low, leaving a very wide forehead.There are fine hairs all over the forehead, which are always connected with the hair - which is also very thin.The nose and mouth are connected together, not as handsome as a cat's, but like a pig's. The ears are on the head and are very small.The body is covered with fine hair, very smooth, gray when viewed from a close distance, and a little green when viewed from a distance, like the shimmer of gray feather yarn.The body cavity is round, which may be easy to roll.There are four pairs of small breasts and eight small black spots on the chest.

What is his internal structure, I have no way of knowing. The strangest thing about his behavior, as far as I can see, is that his slowness is sometimes fast, and the speed is sometimes slow, which makes me unable to guess what his intentions are; I just think he is very suspicious.His hands and feet are never quiet, they are as flexible as hands; he seems to use his hands and feet more than other senses, touching east and west, always moving; not touching, but touching, like the antennae of an ant . What did he mean by pulling me here and feeding me leaves?I couldn't help it, maybe it was the effect of those two leaves, I wanted to ask.But how to ask?I can't understand the language.