Guanyins Tränen

Kapitel 4

Mao Mao suddenly realized what was happening and ran to the bedroom like a madman. The bedroom was spotless, and all the clothes in the closet were gone.

Mao Mao rushed to the balcony, but the mirror's suitcase was gone. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her heart felt like it had been put into a meat grinder.

Undeterred,

Undeterred.

Mao Mao rushed downstairs and saw Jingzi standing next to a red sports car with a suitcase in the distance.

The mirror said, "A good horse doesn't eat the grass it's already grazed. I think we should forget about it!"

The woman in the car said, "Good grass isn't afraid of being eaten again!" As she spoke, she stretched out her delicate white hand from the car and handed a piece of paper to the mirror. The mirror took it, glanced at it, and smiled.

Without hesitation, he opened the car door, got in, and didn't look back.

Good grass is not afraid of being eaten again. Mao Mao laughed, laughing until tears streamed down her face.

The doll smiled sweetly on the 9th-floor balcony, waving enthusiastically at Mao Mao, as if saying, "Come back~ Come back~"

At the elevator entrance, A-Ming braced himself on the ground with his feet up, pressed up against the wall, his little face flushed red. Mao-Mao had heard long ago that this was his father's unique way of punishing him: he would be punished for not doing well on exams, for not following class rules and being reported by the teacher, for not coming home on time...

When A-Ming saw Mao-Mao come over, he used his waist to lift his legs and stand on the ground, saying, "Auntie, do you know? Every time I do a handstand, I see a different world than usual."

"Oh!" Mao Mao had no interest in discussing this boring topic with the child.

"Auntie, there's something unclean in your house."

"Oh!" Mao Mao got on the elevator. Something unclean?

Mao Mao sniffed himself, smelling a faint perfume scent. What unclean thing was there?

8.

Big M was settled in a small blue cage, which, like the others, had a milky-white water bottle hanging upside down. Big M saw a Pekingese dog standing on tiptoe trying to reach the water bottle, water dripping from its mouth onto the ground. Big M stared at it, making it a little uneasy: "Hey! Ugly thing! What are you looking at!"

The Pekingese barked fiercely in a low growl. Huihui ran back and lashed the Pekingese with a thin, soft whip. The Pekingese immediately whimpered a few times and shrank to the innermost part of the cage.

"That unwanted thing, all it does is cause trouble!" Huihui frowned and glared at the Pekingese. The Pekingese's eyes dimmed. Its owner said he would come to pick it up in three days, but three months had passed and he still hadn't come. She heard that he had moved away from this neighborhood.

Hospitals have always been favored by believers who have "abandoned" their faith, and even pet hospitals are no exception.

"What's your name?" Big M asked it.

"Little Lu. And you?" the Pekingese asked.

“Big M,” Big M said.

"What illness do you have?" the Pekingese asked.

"I'm not sick..." Before Big M could finish speaking, Pekingese Xiao Lu shouted excitedly, "Oh my god, finally there's someone like me! I'm not sick either, but I'm locked up here..." If Huihui's soft whip hadn't struck in time, Xiao Lu didn't know how much longer he would have kept nagging.

"When will your master come to pick you up?" Little Lu asked quietly.

"In a couple of days," Big M said casually, his eyes sweeping over the image of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. Strange, this image was really strange, but Big M couldn't quite put his finger on what was so strange about it…

"In a couple of days?" Xiao Lu scoffed. "Never trust humans too much. Some people are even worse than cats and dogs! When they say 'we'll talk about it later,' it means many days later, and 'soon' sometimes means 'never.'"

"In a couple of days?" Little Lu scoffed. "Never trust humans too much. Some people are even worse than cats and dogs! When they say 'we'll talk about it later,' it means many days later. And 'soon' sometimes means it will never be finished." Little Lu huddled in one corner of the cage, muttering complaints.

"Is that so?" Big M stared with curious, light blue eyes and said, "But my owner, Momo, said she'll come to see me every day~"

"Tch!" Little Lu snorted and ignored Big M, thinking to himself, "So what if he has a good master!"

Big M lay quietly to one side, his eyes involuntarily glancing at the image of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. He saw that Ksitigarbha held a wish-fulfilling jewel in his left hand and a golden staff for subduing demons in his right, riding a mythical beast named Di Ting, with a kind face.

A group of wild cats darted in, their furs brightly colored.

A stray cat said, "Quickly pray to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva so that we can be reincarnated as soon as possible, as a human or a bird or something, which is better than being a cat!"

So all the cats put their front paws down and knelt in worship.

Another stray cat said, "Let's also pay our respects to Di Ting. After all, we're all beasts, so they might be more kind to us and put in a good word for us before Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!"

Just then, an old woman came shakily with a cane, shouting, "Oh dear, you beasts know how to worship Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva! Go ahead and worship! It's no use!"

A black and yellow striped stray cat said, "Little Black and Old White said before they left that we all died for Ksitigarbha, and that it can't hurt to let us worship Ksitigarbha more often!"

The old woman said, "What do you wild beasts know? Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva went away to face the calamity and his whereabouts are still unknown. I heard he also lost his wish-fulfilling jewel, and even Di Ting is nowhere to be found. It's chaos, chaos, utter chaos!" As she spoke, the old woman used her cane to drive away the spirits of the wild cats. The wild cats scattered in disappointment. The old woman stared blankly at the statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva for a while, sighed, and muttered to herself, "What a terrible thing..." Then she bowed down.

Big M's ears twitched flexibly without him even realizing it; they would move involuntarily whenever he listened to the beings of the six realms speaking.

Big M wondered what kind of holy being Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was that even ghosts worshipped him. She thought that when she got home in a couple of days, she would talk to the doll and ask her to worship Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva as well, so that she wouldn't always be trapped in that building.

Big M let out a soft moan, closed his eyes, and continued to ponder his own thoughts. He couldn't help but think about it; deep down, he always felt there was something he needed to think about.

9.

An empty house, an empty heart.

I always feel like there's something that needs to be filled in.

Mao Mao opened the refrigerator and found leftovers, leftover rice, steamed buns, dumplings, chocolate, potato chips, and raw cucumbers, and started stuffing them into his mouth like crazy.

Filled up

Fill it up!

Once it's full, it won't feel empty.

She smiled at herself in the mirror.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall! Who is the fairest of them all?"

The mirror was silent; it reflected only a woman's pale face.

"Say something! Who is the most beautiful woman in the world?" Mao Mao angrily punched the mirror. The mirror shattered, and Mao Mao's face was shattered in the mirror. Mao Mao's heart was also shattered in the mirror.

She sat on the ground, her mind blank, and subconsciously turned on her phone and dialed the number of the mirror.

The mirror wouldn't accept the hit, I hit it again and again, but it still wouldn't accept the hit.

Even if the call connected, Mao Mao didn't know what to say, but the more he didn't answer, the angrier she became, and the angrier she became, the more she wanted to call.

The doll smiled sweetly, squatted opposite Mao Mao, and said, "Persistence, persistence, persistence, persistence..."

Finally, the mirror sent a text message saying, "Love is not a necessity of life, we are not suitable. Remember the list we used to make? Try making one yourself."

When Mao Mao and Jing Zi are in a bad mood, they will list the reasons for their bad mood, separate the pros and cons, and find a solution.

Mao Mao laughed, a laugh with tears streaming down her face, and pulled out a piece of drawing paper from the side to start making a list.

With her, he doesn't need to buy a house or a car, and he has no financial or living pressures. Her family background and connections will also help him in his career.

If I break up with him, I might be able to find a better man, at least someone with a house, a car, and a stable financial foundation.

If we were together, we would face the pressure of buying a child and a car together. Even if we both had high monthly salaries, we would still have to bear a lot. We wouldn't be able to have children for 5 years. Perhaps under the pressure of life, our love would gradually disappear and fade away, leaving only mutual complaints in the end.

So, the mirror broke up with me for my own good.

But that cannot be a reason for him to abandon Mao Mao, no! He went off to enjoy his carefree and happy life, leaving Mao Mao alone to continue to suffer and be helpless!

Men are always more realistic than women. Even if women know the reality, they are unwilling to admit it. A man's lies are a woman's best haven.

Mao Mao stood up. A breeze blew in from the balcony, and Mao Mao thought of Lao Bai.

She suddenly realized that she was not even as happy as a cat. Old Bai was so happy. He jumped for love and used his last bit of strength for his family. Mao Mao knew that Old Bai died happily.

Mao Mao stood on the edge of the balcony. If I jumped too, would Jingzi cry? Would he feel guilty? Would he attend my funeral? Would he keep my photo in his wallet forever? If so, I would surely become the most unforgettable pain in his heart, and he would remember me forever, wouldn't he?

The doll still smiled sweetly. She sat on the edge of the balcony and said, "Will it? Will it? We'll only know after we jump!"

Could it be? Mao Mao picked up her phone and dialed the number again, but no one answered. The mournful and melodious tune of "Endless Love" floated in Mao Mao's ears.

"Jump!" the doll smiled sweetly. "A deeply etched memory is always happier than a complete stranger."

Yes, Mao Mao recalled a day later when she and Jingzi bumped into each other at the supermarket. He was arm in arm with another woman and greeted her casually, as if they had never had a "past".

Mao Mao felt her heart being clenched tightly. At that time, it must have been this kind of heart-wrenching pain, right?

Mao Mao gritted her teeth.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?"

...

On the empty balcony, the doll clapped her hands and smiled sweetly. Her fur looked like a leaf as she smiled.

But then her eyes became vacant again, and although she was still smiling, her smile was lonely.

She said, "Momo died from an eraser."

10.

Big M had a dream in which she turned into a very strange animal with a transparent horn on her head, which looked quite comical. She dreamt that she was following a bald man on a very beautiful mountain, a mountain that was incredibly high, many times higher than several of Mao Mao's nine-story buildings.

It followed the bald man as they walked and walked, up the mountain. The man stroked its horn and said, "Lingling, Lingling, I am about to face a great calamity. Take my wish-fulfilling pearl to Master Jingcheng, and he will tell you what to do."

Who is Master Jingcheng? Where is he located?

Before it could hear the bald man's reply, as if a movie had been irresponsibly edited out, the dream suddenly switched to itself fighting with the green-faced man, fighting and fighting, getting angry as it fought, as if the green-faced man had done something very wrong to it, or had tricked it out of something, in short, it was very angry.

Lingling is very angry, and the consequences will be severe!

As it was playing, it fell from a height. Startled, it cried out "Awooo!" and woke up. It was just getting dark outside, and people were making a lot of noise. Big M was disturbed by the dream and suddenly a sentence popped into its mind: "Falling from a height, fluffy."

"Cats have nightmares too?" Xiao Lu reached for the bottle and took a few more sips of water, the water bubbling and churning inside.

“Oh, I dreamt of falling from a very high place,” said Big M.

"Oh, that's great news!" Little Lu said enthusiastically, as if the Pekingese dog had caught the old lady's enthusiasm. "I've heard my owner tell my little master, who often has nightmares, that if he dreams of falling from a height, it means he's growing taller! My owner loves my little master the most!"

"Oh." Big M wasn't a talkative cat; it was just lost in its own thoughts.

Falling from a great height, fluffy.

A sudden, intense unease rose in Big M's heart. It faintly heard the doll crying, crying in loneliness.

"I have a feeling something's happened at home," said Big M, looking mature beyond his years.

"What happened?" Little Lu yawned and stretched. "Hmph! What could possibly happen to those humans? I think it's more likely that something bad is going to happen to me. My master hasn't come to pick me up for three months. Am I going to die here? Sigh—" Little Lu suddenly leaned closer and said, "Shall we run?"