Zhang Zian opened his eyes. The light was dim, and he saw the familiar ceiling of his bedroom.
It was very quiet around him. Nothing woke him up, no sound or light. He didn't know how he woke up. It was as if he woke up naturally when the time came. He was not sleepy at all.
Was it a biological clock formed by going to work?
He lay on the bed and thought about it. Although it was hard to go to work, and he often had to work on the 996 schedule, at least he went to work at 9 am. It seemed like he did not have to wake up so early. There was also a Sunday, which could disrupt his routine. This natural waking up seemed to be a super strong biological clock formed by waking up at the same time every day.
Of course, maybe it was not that complicated. It was just that he went to bed early last night, so he woke up early today.
The door next door opened, and footsteps that were deliberately lowered came from the hallway. It seemed like his parents had also woken up at this time.
It was a coincidence.
Since he was not sleepy, he got up, put on his clothes, and went to the bathroom to wash his face.
Last night, he got up in a daze to go to the bathroom. His eyes were so sleepy that he could not open them. He should have walked straight from the bed to the bathroom, but when he came back to his senses, he found that he had made a few small turns, as if his body was instinctively avoiding some obstacles, but there was nothing there …
As he wiped his face, he noticed the bathtub filled with junk again through the reflection of the mirror.
The strange feeling in his heart was still there, but it was a little weaker than yesterday. It seemed like he had adapted to the slightly empty room.
The adaptability of humans was just that terrifying.
In a few days, the strange feeling might completely disappear, and even the existence of the strange feeling itself would be forgotten.
There was nothing wrong with that. He could not find the source of the strange feeling anyway.
He opened the door and bumped into his mother, who was busy in the kitchen.
"Why didn't you sleep a little longer?" his mother asked in surprise.
"I couldn't sleep, so I got up." He smiled and rolled up his sleeves. "Is there anything I can help with?"
"No, you should go back and rest. You are up too early!" his mother said with a straight face.
"Then I will go downstairs and see if there is anything Dad needs to do."
He ran down the stairs with a smile on his face, only to hear his mother talking in the kitchen, "Really, this child …"
His father had already opened the shutter door and was standing outside the door, greeting the neighbors. When he turned around, he found that Zhang Zian had picked up an adult British Shorthair that a customer had left for a bath yesterday. He was going to take it into the pet bathroom to give it a bath.
"Put it down! Put it down! Don't do it! That cat was very powerful! Once you take a bath, you go crazy! "His father hurriedly ran over and took the blue and white British shorthair from his arms.
"Then I'll help you with something else."
While his father was putting the cat back in the cage, Zhang Zian picked up a small bag filled with professional tools and cleaned the tear stains of a Garfield kitten with dark circles around its eyes.
"Don't, you don't know how. Don't mess around …"
The father swallowed the second half of what he wanted to say because Zhang Zian's movements were very skillful, just like moving clouds and flowing water. Cleaning up the tear stains that usually required two people to cooperate was done by him alone.
"You … you have a cat outside?"
"No, where would I have the time …"
No wonder his father was suspicious. Even Zhang Zian himself was surprised. He didn't remember cleaning the cat's tear stains, but when the cat and the tools were in his hands, his hands moved on their own. There was no need for his brain to intervene.
"It doesn't take much time to raise a cat."
His father shook his head disapprovingly. He still believed that he was raising a cat, and that it was most likely a Garfield. Otherwise, there was no way to explain his unusual proficiency.
"I really didn't raise a cat. Maybe … I'm talented?" He laughed at himself.
Although it didn't take much time to raise a cat, he often had to work overtime. He was exhausted when he got home every day, and he had no energy to take care of the cat.
His father snorted. "How can there be such a talent? Nonsense! "
Zhang Zian laughed and casually fooled his father.
"Uncle, auntie, good morning …"
A little girl with a pair of asymmetrical braids jumped in from outside the door. She seemed to be a lively elementary school girl.
She ran into the shop excitedly, only to find that there was a strange young man in the pet shop, where there were usually only two people at this time. She immediately lowered her voice and stopped at the door of the shop, as if she wanted to leave.
Zhang Zian thought that the little girl looked familiar, but he couldn't remember. He turned his head and asked in a low voice, "Whose child is she?"
"Oh, she lives nearby. She likes the hamsters and lop-eared rabbits in the shop, but it seems that her family doesn't allow her to raise them, so she comes here whenever she has time."
His father's lips moved, and he explained quickly. Then he asked her to stay, "Little Celery, don't go. Come in and have a look. Don't be afraid, this is my son. He just came back from another city yesterday. "
Zhang Zian chuckled. Was Little Celery a pet name or a nickname?
Little Celery bowed very cautiously. "Hello, uncle, big brother … I … I was just passing by …"
Zhang Zian also waved his hand and said, "Hello, Little Celery. Come in and have a look if you want. It's okay. "
Little Celery stole a glance and saw that Zhang Zian and his father were cleaning. She knew that she came too early today. Although she really wanted to see her hamster and lop-eared rabbit friends, she didn't want to disturb them. She waved her hand and said, "No, no, I will make trouble if I go in … I will come back tomorrow …"
Zhang Zian picked up a rag and handed it to her. He said naturally, "Then … Why don't you come and help? After cleaning, you can watch as long as you want. Anyway, you don't have to go to school today, right? "
His father felt that it was inappropriate. How could he order a little girl around?
Little Celery was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes lit up. "Really? I can watch as long as I want? "
"Yes, because you also helped," Zhang Zian said seriously. He told her through his eyes that he was not joking.
"Then I will help too!"
Little Celery happily took the rag and ran to the pet bathroom to soak the rag. Then she ran out and wiped the cashier table and the windows.
Because of her short stature, she couldn't reach high places. But wherever she could reach, she was more diligent than when she was on duty at school.
"Not bad. Do you often help your mother at home?" Zhang Zian chatted with her while cleaning the house.
"Yes!"
Little Celery nodded. She felt that this strange big brother was very gentle and didn't have the airs of an adult at all. In contrast, although the uncle and aunt in the pet shop were very nice, they didn't like to talk to a child.
She quickly let down her guard and chattered non-stop.
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