. Nanning has cooled down recently. When there is no sunshine, it is somewhat like the bleak winter in the north. Yes, in the past few months since I returned to the south, I have often missed some people and things in the north. What I often think of is the weather. It's almost December, and the trees here are still green, but the leaves in the north must have fallen off long ago. After work, I was walking in an alley filled with smoke and smoke. The cold wind blew across my face and into my clothes. It's so cold. I wonder if the cat has eaten or will it be frozen? Even if there is no future, it would not be bad to give him as much care as you can while you can still be nice to him now. So what if the plan changes? Life still depends on the present, right? With this in mind, I walked into the supermarket opposite the community again. When he came out, he was holding two bags of ham sausage. I went downstairs and called the cat as before, but he didn't appear. But this time I no longer spent time waiting, but went straight upstairs to go home - I knew he would always show up, whether it was for a while or longer, he would always be there. After all, there are so many people here, this place will always be his home. The last time I stopped writing was at the end of 2021, and now it is the spring of 2022. The cat seemed to have left the neighborhood, and I often couldn't think of him. Occasionally, I have the thought that I can no longer find traces of him in the places where he used to appear most often. I hope he is adopted by a destined person or moves to a new place to make his home. The winter in Nanning is so cold, can he survive it? I heard that the residents of the unit next door bought cat food for him, but they had no choice but to leave it idle. In such a comparison, the love I put in my ham sausage is not even worth mentioning. There are many people in the world who care for him more than me. I am nothing. Oddly enough, feelings can be generated very quickly and intensely, and cultivating feelings requires a lot of effort, but forgetting is only a matter of time. I will remember the process of getting to know him and the warmth of our interactions, but I can never remember when I woke up or which day I forgot about him on the way to get off work. Before I even realized it, this memory turned over with the calendar. It's like my spiritual world has been forcibly separated. I, who once planned to keep him in captivity so seriously, have lost all interest in raising cats. It's so fast, spring is here, and soon it will be summer. It was summer when we moved in last year. And I may have to move before the end of spring. Will I see him before I leave? One more thing I forgot to mention is that a new kitten has recently arrived in the community. It is orange and white, and it is the one people usually call Big Orange. It is very thin, just like it was at that time.