Chapter Thirty-Five

  Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng and Ní Bā walked slowly along the dark road, towards a place that shone brightly. This new world was full of unknowns, but Ní Bā didn't feel any fear at all. Because Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng was her world. She just felt a little melancholy. Because Ní Bā thought he

  We should have met in a more romantic way instead of always perking up our ears to hear the sound of our men's motorcycles, said Niuba: Do you think we two have fate?

  Bruce Lee replied: Yes.

  Ní bā shuō: nà nǐ shuō. zài nǐ bù lái zhǎo wǒ wǒ bù lái zhǎo nǐ de shí hòu, wèi shén me wǒmen zǒng shì méi yǒu bàn fā de ǒu yù ne.

  Translation:

  Ní bā said: Then you say. At the time when you didn't come to find me and I didn't come to find you, why did we always fail to meet by chance?

  Bruce Lee said: You have high demands on us two being born in the same era that's fate.

  She let out a soft "oh" and continued walking. The little dragon cat was already asleep in her arms, its earlier sorrow nowhere to be seen. Niuba felt conflicted inside - she both hoped that the little dragon cat wouldn't be too sad and also hoped it wouldn't not be sad. She asked Xiao Long: "What do you think?"

  Why isn't our cat very sad?

  Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng said disdainfully: Do you think they really love each other?

  Mud said: Look at their two appearances.

  Left Xiaolong Road: Look at its appearance.

  Muduo suddenly changed the subject and asked: Why don't you ever take the initiative to come talk to me?

  Bruce Lee did not answer.

  They walked a kilometer *** gradually getting closer. As the night deepened, they walked *** less and less, getting closer and more desolate in this long night of mud and hope that this road would never end. Bruce Lee hoped to arrive early at the head of the mud, but suddenly turned around and said: I'm going home tonight

  I'm not leaving. I want to sleep with you.

  Zuo Xiaolong was shocked and thought "How can I sleep with him again?"

  Niuba saw Zuo Xiaolong hesitate and asked: Don't you feel lonely?

  Left Xiao Long heard a hint of coolness say: I am not lonely, I am not lonely, I am not lonely in this way.

  Mud asked: Are you going to sleep with me?

  Bruce Lee said: Sleep. Sleep tight.

  They spent an hour arriving at the sculpture garden, and Xiao Long's motorcycle was still parked outside. Xiao Long let out a sigh of relief, always worried that his motorcycle would be stolen. Curiosity filled with mud walked into Xiao Long's place. There is a table for eating.

  The desk. On it was still placed a muddy letter paper. Muddy picked up the letter paper and looked at it against the lamp. Left Little Dragon was startled, thinking she wanted to find the mark of the pen. Muddy looked for half a day and said: "You see, Pikachu and I look very alike!" She held her dragon cat up.

  Suddenly got up against the light. There was a slight movement in the corner of the wall. Bruce Lee and Mud looked at each other following the sound, and surprisingly, there were five... Dragon Cats. They were spinning around on the spot.

  The two muddy eyes shone brightly. Said: What are they doing?

  Bruce Lee said: Hurry up.

  Mud didn't understand and asked: "How did you know they were in a hurry?"

  Bruce Lee said: You can't go home. Are you anxious?

  Mud said: Don't worry, I won't go home today.

  Bruce Lee said: Forget about you then. Look at them, they can't go home now.

  Mud asks: Why can't they go back home?

  Xiaolong said: Because... they grew up. But the mouse hole didn't grow bigger. So they can't go back home.

  Neeba looked at the dragon cat in his hand and said: So you really are a mouse transformed.

  Zuo Xiaolong took out an iron shovel and expanded the mouse hole a bit. Five big mice drilled in. Niuba tentatively put his own fake dragon cat on the ground, it was still and didn't move. Staring straight at Niuba, he asked: "It's so well-behaved, what do you say?"

  What should Totoro eat?

  Left Xiaolong Way: The mouse eats what it wants.

  Mud asked: Do you have oil?

  Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng tidied up the letter paper on the table and said: I only have gasoline.