Besides lying down, I also know a little about power struggles

Chapter 81 The Same Dream
Fang Tong looked at Feng Twelve's face and realized that he was dreaming.

In the dream, Feng Twelve seemed to be looking at her, but also seemed to be looking somewhere else. He was still dressed in ancient attire, standing on the edge of the crowd. There were so many people around him, but they seemed not to notice his existence and were still talking loudly about something.

Fang Tong tried to call his name, but the sound in her throat seemed to be blocked. Not only the sound, but the force that bound her became stronger and stronger, suppressing her body and her breathing as well.

Fang Tong struggled violently and came to his senses.

She returned to her familiar home.

The furniture in the room was still the same as before. Fang Xiaohua was there too, lying in the most comfortable spot on the sofa with her favorite blanket underneath her. The TV opposite was on, playing Boonie Bears.

Fang Tong walked over, and Fang Xiaohua looked up at her, motionless.

The fur on its body was not as smooth as before, but stood up dryly like a ball of dry grass that had lost its moisture.

Fang Tong suddenly realized that these were the last few days of Fang Xiaohua's life.

It was already an old cat at that time. In the first half year, it could still jump up and down and make noises, but in the second half year, it suddenly showed an old look and quickly lost its vitality like a dehydrated sponge. It no longer liked to walk around and lay down most of the time. It would only look up at Fang Tong when she came home from get off work, and then fall asleep lazily again.

Later, the doctor said that it didn't last long.

Fang Tong took a year off and stayed at home with it 24 hours a day.

As it left, it raised its head in her arms and rubbed her hand hard.

Then its head drooped and it never woke up again.

Fang Tong looked at it lying on the sofa and knew that he was still dreaming.

In the real world, she has lost Fang Xiaohua forever.

She personally sent it to be cremated, returned home with its urn, and sat on her bed awake all night.

At dawn in the morning, the automatic feeder rang, and she instinctively got up, ready to wait for Fang Xiaohua to finish breakfast before cleaning the cat's poop. She walked into the living room, looked at the untouched cat food in the food bowl, the clean cat litter box, and the empty sofa, and suddenly realized that Fang Xiaohua was gone.

From then on, no one would snatch her quilt at night, wake her up by stepping on her in the morning, or lie on the sofa like a big boss, watching her clean the cat litter box and then pee in it.

Fang Xiaohua's favorite toys, the blanket she had slept on, and the small pillow she had hugged, all stayed alone in the place where she had placed them last time. Their owners would never appear again, and would never carry them to her bed again.

The next day after Fang Xiaohua left, Fang Tong went to work as usual.

Fang Xiaohua's photo is still hanging on the wall of the living room, and all the things it used are put into boxes and placed in the storage cabinet.

In the past six months since she lost Fang Xiaohua, Fang Tong would occasionally watch cat videos online and cat videos forwarded by others. Some friends kindly suggested that she get another cat, but she just smiled.

She thought she might get a cat again, but definitely not now.

Half a year later, she left that world and came to a dynasty called Dazhao.

Fang Tong was a little dazed in her dream. She couldn't tell whether it was Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly or Nan Ke's dream. She didn't know what kind of world she would face when she woke up. She tried hard to recall what happened before she went to bed, but after thinking hard, she could only remember Feng Twelve's face.

A blood mist seemed to rise in front of her eyes and her body was twitching in pain. The pain was unbearable for her and she suddenly opened her eyes.

This time, she did not see the past scenes. All she saw before her eyes was a hazy yellow light. Under the dim light, a figure was sitting in front of her.

Fang Tong saw his outline clearly, it was still Feng Twelve.

She tried to move and found his hand on her belly. Although there was a layer of bandage between them, the heat from his palm still came through and made her feel warm.

Fang Tong opened her eyes and looked around, recognizing that this was the room Feng Twelve had given her.

It seems that he took her back to the inn while she was unconscious.

Fang Tong couldn't quite remember what had happened before. She only knew that she was in danger in Furong Courtyard and turned into a cat to avoid being chased. She came to a remote high wall and was at a loss when she saw Feng Twelve jumping down from the top of the wall.

Thinking back now, he looked so majestic when he descended from the sky. After she recovers, she will practice her Qinggong skills well so that she can escape on her own without anyone’s help.

When she thought of this, she moved her head and tried to turn her head to look at the injury on her shoulder. Before she could see it clearly, she shuddered in pain. The hand that was warming her belly moved to the top of her head and gently stroked it. Feng Twelve's voice floated down from above: "Don't move."

Fang Tong rolled his eyes and met his eyes.

"Meow." She called softly.

Feng Twelve stared at her.

"In pain? Or hungry?"

"Meow."

Neither, Fang Tong thought, she just felt unwell and wanted to talk.

Feng Twelve didn't understand her cat language, and there was some doubt in his eyes: "If it hurts, scream once, if you are hungry, scream twice."

Fang Tong: "Meow meow meow meow."

When Feng Twelve heard this series of meows, his expression was indescribable.

The kitten's cry was still weak, but he could hear that the familiar Fang Tong had returned.

It's strange to say, she had only been with him as a human for two days, but he had already gotten used to her appearance as a human.

"Can you speak?" he asked.

Fang Tong closed her mouth and drooped her ears. If she could speak, she wouldn't have to meow like a cat.

"Can you still turn into a human?" Feng Twelve asked again.

Fang Tong sighed: "Meow."

She could turn into a human if she wanted to, but she was still too weak to do so.

Feng Twelve didn't know whether he understood what she meant, so he didn't ask any more questions.

"I just had a dream--" he said.

He stayed by Fang Tong's bed and somehow fell into a doze. In a half-asleep and half-awake state, he came to a place he had never been to before and saw a woman who looked very much like her.

It was an indescribable world, very different from Dazhao. Men and women on the street were dressed in strange clothes. The houses around were square, very tall and large. At first glance, they looked like magnificent nests, with many glazed windows on them, shining brightly in the sun.

It was at this time that Feng Twelve saw Fang Tong.

She was lying on the ground, surrounded by many people, talking about something with each other.

Just as Feng Twelve was about to take a closer look, he felt a fluffy tail brushing across his leg. It was a cat, with black, white and orange colors interlaced, and fluffy hair like a little lion, and it was a little bigger than an ordinary cat.

This cat must be old. There was a kind of accumulated wisdom in its eyes, as if it could see into people's hearts. It glanced at Feng Twelve and slowly walked away.

The scene in front of Feng Twelve changed and he came to a room.

In this room, he saw Fang Tong again.

Fang Tong was holding a white porcelain jar in his hands, leaning alone against the head of the bed.

Her eyes were red and swollen, with traces of tears on her face, revealing a kind of confusion that Feng Twelve had never seen before.

Feng Twelve did not see the calico cat in the house, but he saw a portrait of it and Fang Tong on the wall. The portrait was lifelike, and Fang Tong was holding the cat with a smile on his face.

Feng Twelve suddenly realized what was in the porcelain jar in Fang Tong's hand. In the past, he had collected the remains of his comrades on the battlefield, cremated them, put the ashes in the jar, and brought them back home.

(End of this chapter)