s of the originally-issued stocks of some big companies!
Fina's presence was so eye-catching that even Guo Dongyue’s mother stopped her clamor and looked at her surprisingly. After a few seconds, she said, "Whose cat is that?"
"It's mine, I brought it here," said Zhang Zian who was winking at Fina, as if asking what Fina was carrying in its mouth.
Fina just ignored him.
Guo Dongyue’s mother got angrier: "You brought a cat into my house? You want it to eat my parrots?"
Zhang Zian didn’t bother to explain, because he knew it would be fruitless.
He could only wait until she had lost this fragment of memory and started another conversation. It was like pushing the "Save/Load" button when playing a game—though the analogy sounded funny, the reality was a true tragedy.
"Get out! Get your cats out of my house!" She held the birdcage more tightly. Because of her sharp noise, the two red-headed lovebirds were scared and retreated to the corner in the birdcage and stayed close to each other.
Guo Dongyue closed his eyes painfully. His mother was an intellectual who was wise and polite, and would never say something so rude. Alzheimer's disease had changed her personality.
Zhang Zian was afraid that the scene would get ugly. From his understanding of Fina, if someone yelled at her and told her to get out, Fina would definitely be furious. He was also intending to leave the house. And just in case, he stood between Fina and Guo Dongyue’s mother, worrying that his cat might attack her out of rage.
To his surprise, Fina didn't seem angry. She just opened her mouth calmly and let the papers fall onto the ground. And then she glanced at Guo Dongyue’s mother, swung her tail, and left the house like nothing happened.
Zhang Zian bent down to pick up the papers, only to find that they were just some kid’s doodles, which looked like picture diaries.
The first picture showed a little boy who was holding a flower and running back home, and underneath the picture were scrawled some characters: Today is Mom's birthday.
Zhang Zian flipped to the second picture, in a house, a woman in a dress was sitting by the table, holding that flower in her hand, and the words underneath the picture were: Mom is very happy, and she says I am a good boy.
Probably because the kid was too little, a few misspellings were found.
Zhang Zian flipped to the third picture, where the little boy was standing straight in front of the woman, and an oval dialogue box was drawn beside his mouth, Within the dialog box was a poem, "Threads adeptly brandished by a loving mother, sewed into garments for a son so soon to depart..."
The words under the picture were: Our teacher asked us to recite this poem when it’s Mom's birthday. Happy birthday Mom!
The lines drawn and words written by crayon had been blurred and could barely be recognized. Those were pictures drawn a long time ago.
Zhang Zian watched the three pieces of paper several times and then gave them to Guo Dongyue, "Was it this poem? When you were at the kindergarten on the street corner, did your teacher also ask you to read this poem to your mother at her birthday?"
Guo Dongyue took over the paper and observed them a couple times. His lips were moving gently as he read the characters on the pictures silently. When he heard Zhang Zian read that poem to Little Celery at the pet shop, he felt like some memory buried deep inside his heart was touched upon. But the memory had been slept on for so long, like garments that were forgotten at the bottom of a closet. Even when he did retrieve the memory ultimately, like those garments, it would be full of wrinkles and could not recover what it looked like originally. When he was at the pet shop, he was in a rush to find the parrots, and he had no time to contemplate the poem, so he missed the chance to recover his memory of this poem.
Fortunately, the Goddess of Fate had given him a second chance, by sending the golden cat as her messenger to fetch the pictures for him. The doodles drawn by some kid at the kindergarten had helped him recollect his childhood memory, just like the wrinkle of the garments had been ironed flat. Yes, he also recited that poem to his mother at her birthday. He remembered that he was little and didn't know there was anything special about that poem. He remembered that he felt shy reciting the poem in front of his mother. When he finished reciting that poem, his mother embraced him in her arms, but he pushed her away shyly and ran away from his mother.
While Guo Dongyue was immersed in his memory, Zhang Zian had quietly left the house, and squatted on the passageway outside with Fina. They stared at the doodles drawn by children on the wall and neither of them talked.
A moment later, Snowy Lionet’s inpatient yelling came from downstairs, "Meow! Meow! Your Majesty, is everything okay?"
"I’m coming down." Fina responded in the appropriate volume and then made her way downstairs.
When she was about to step down, Zhang Zian spoke up, "Sparkling things?"
Fina didn't say anything; she kept walking down with her reserved manner.
She was Fina Paris XIII, the guardian of the kingdom of Eternity. she didn't have to explain her mind to ordinary people.
Chapter end
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