Chapter 90 Cat Town (11)

When I saw Cat City at first glance, I don’t know why a sentence formed in my mind: This civilization is about to become extinct!I don't know everything about the civilization of the cat country; the little experience I gained in Milin is only enough to arouse my curiosity and make me want to see the truth. The civilization of the cat country in my mind is by no means an interlude and setting for a tragedy; I hope to see clearly the background of a civilization, so as to gain some more experience in life.Civilizations and nations can be extinct, and the records in human history on our earth are not all rose-colored.If reading history can make us cry, how sad it is to see a dying civilization before our eyes!

People who are about to die still have a flashback, and a civilization that is about to die does not have to be completely free of hustle and bustle.The extinction of a civilization is more involuntary than the death of a person; as if the process of creation had laid the finger of destruction on its head, well—even if there are always a few good people in a dying country— —The bad ones will all die together.Those few good people may feel shortness of breath, and may have prepared a suicide note, but compared with the sorrow and joy of their own death, they are like a few remnants of cicadas resisting the violent autumn wind. .

The cat country is lively, and in this bustling scene, I saw the destructive fingers seem to be about to peel off people's flesh and blood, turning this cat city into a pile of bones. what!Cat City is so lively!The structure of the city, in my experience, is the simplest in the world.Streets don't matter, because apart from a line of houses that can't be seen at a glance, the rest are all streets—or should I say empty fields.When you see the barracks, you can imagine the cat city: a huge empty field, a row of colorless houses in the middle, and people outside the houses, this is the cat city.There are so many people.Can't tell what they are doing.There is no one who walks straight, and no one who does not block the way of others.Fortunately, the street is wide, and everyone gradually changes from walking straight to sideways, huddling together. If the row of houses is used as an embankment, people will be similar to the turbulence of the sea tide.I don't know if their house has a number plate yet.If there is, if a person wants to go from No. 5 to No. 10, he has to walk sideways—at least three miles, and he will be crowded by people when he goes out the door. He goes down with the tide; fortunately, the tide changes direction , he was pushed back by everyone.If he was lucky, he might make it to number ten.Of course, he can't be lucky all the time, sometimes he is crowded, not only is he far away from the tenth, maybe he won't even be able to go home on this day.

It makes sense why there is only one column of buildings in the city.I thought: there must have been many rows of houses in the beginning, forming many narrow streets.Crowding people in narrow streets will not only delay work, but also kill people: giving way, in the eyes of cat people, is the most shameful thing; walking on one side is contrary to the spirit of cat people who love freedom; In this way, if there are houses on both sides of a street, people have to be crowded forever, and it is impossible to solve the problem without squeezing the houses down.Therefore, houses were built along the length, and the street was changed to an infinite width; although this would inevitably lead to congestion, no more people would be killed after all; squeeze out ten miles, and then squeeze back ten miles, it was just more walking, not It is very dangerous; the opinions of cat people are sometimes extremely humane; besides, walking in a crowd may not necessarily be uncomfortable, and being squeezed by everyone's feet is clearly a ride in a car that does not cost money.Whether this idea is correct or not, I dare not say.In the future, I will go to see if there are any traces of the old streets in order to prove my theory.

If it's just crowded, it's nothing special.The crowds not only move left and right, but also fluctuate one high and one low.There was a small stone on the road, suddenly, a group of people squatted down, and the crowd formed a vortex.Pebbles, look at the little pebbles, you must see them!The squatting ones were changed to sitting ones, and many squatting ones were added.The vortex is getting bigger and bigger.Of course the people behind couldn't see the stone, so they squeezed forward, pushing up a few people sitting in front, and pushing higher and higher until they reached people's heads.Suddenly everyone forgot about the stone and looked up at the people above.The vortex filled again.This one had just been filled, and two acquaintances next to it happened to come across a piece by God's will. Suddenly, they sat down and talked.The surrounding people also sat down and listened to the two of them talking.There was another vortex.The observers expressed their opinion on what the two friends were talking about, so of course they had to fight.The expansion of the whirlpool.Fighting back and forth, hitting another vortex - two old men are playing chess on the street.The two vortexes merged into one, and everyone stopped playing. Watching the two old men play chess, this vortex did not change for the time being until they had opinions on the chess.

If it's just the ups and downs of the crowd, it's not surprising.A large gap can suddenly be formed in the middle of the crowd, just like the ancient Israelites crossing the Red Sea.If it weren't for such a trick, I really can't figure out how the big scorpion's leaf team can travel as a whole; the house of the big scorpion is in the middle of the cat city.Not far from the cat city, I saw the sea of ​​people, and I thought that the team of the big scorpion must be walking around the edge of the sea of ​​people.However, the big scorpion kept rushing into the crowd on top of the seven catmen.It's music.I thought it was a sign to make way for pedestrians.However, when they heard the music, all the people crowded towards the line, as tight as bean cakes to be shipped.I said in my heart: It would be strange if the scorpion could pass through!Hmph, of course the big scorpion is more accurate than I think.Just listening to pa-ta-pa-ta-pa-ta, the sticks of the soldiers were as vigorous as those who sing martial arts and beat drums, and they all hit the cat man's head.There was a crack in the crowd.The strange thing is that people do not reduce their enthusiasm for visiting. Although they get out of the way, they are still smiling and smiling!The stick didn't stop because of this, it was still hitting.I took a closer look and found that the cat people in the city are a little different from those in the country. They all have hairless and iron-skinned pieces on their heads, like the center of a drum skin. They were probably beaten by the soldiers as drums to watch the excitement. It's a historical thing.Experience is not something you can get by just looking at it.I thought the soldiers were fighting as they went, just to open the way.In fact, there is another effect: the audience on both sides was not honest, and no one standing behind was willing to stay in the back row, pushing, kicking, squeezing, and even biting, to achieve the goal of "unprecedented".At the same time, the one in front kicks back, pushes the elbow, and falls backwards, doing an "unprecedented" movement.The soldiers not only hit the front ones, but also stretched out their sticks to "slap" the cat's heads behind them.When the head really hurts, there is less pain pushing each other, so there is less conflict.This can be called the method of treating pain with pain.

I just looked at people, and to be honest, they gave me such a tragic attraction that I couldn't seem to stop looking at them.I said, I only cared about the people, not even what the row of houses looked like.I seem to have felt in my heart that those houses must not be beautiful, because a bad smell never left my nose.If filth and beauty can be reconciled, maybe my judgment is wrong, but I can't imagine that Efang Palace is surrounded by black mud and smelly water.The people on the road also gradually forbade me to raise my head: when I approached them, they immediately shouted, retreated far away, and then followed closely.According to my opinion, the cat people in the city are not as fearful of foreigners as the country people. Their surprise is poured out from that shout, and then they will come up to take a closer look.If I stand still on the road, it is guaranteed that I will never move again, and they will definitely surround me.Ten thousand fingers are always pointing at me, the cat man is straightforward, and he will point out to his face when he sees something new.But I can't get rid of the decent heart of human beings on the earth, I really feel uncomfortable!Ten thousand fingers, all like small pistols, stretched out in front of the nose, and behind each small pistol were two large round eyes, shining toward me.The small pistols are tilted upwards, pointing at my face; the small pistols are tilted downwards, pointing at my lower part.I feel very uneasy, I can't wait to fly up in one step and find a quiet place to sit for a while.My courage was gone, and I simply didn't dare to look up.Although I am not a poet, I have somewhat of a poet's keen sense. These fingers and eyes seem to be turning me into a ghost, and I feel that I am no longer a personable thing.But there are always two sides to the story. It is good for me not to raise my head. The bumps on the road and the puddles of smelly mud, if I walk with my head up, at least my lower half can be turned into a lame pig. .Cat people probably haven't practiced a circuit, although they have such a long history.I seem to look down on history, especially the ancient ones.

Fortunately, when I arrived at Daxie's house, I realized that the house in Cat City was similar to the little cave I lived in in Milin.