Stardust in the Moonlight: Little Wildcat, Don't Try to Run Away

Chapter 160 Childhood

When I was 5 or 6 years old, my grandmother was busy selling things every day, and I played by myself in the open space next to my home. There were trees, grass, and a shallow pond. The children around me liked to play there, and there were no adults watching. When it was time for dinner, the adults would come and take their children home.

One day, I saw a little boy dressed exquisitely, about 8 or 9 years old. The reason why I noticed him was because he was different from those little boys rolling in the mud. He was as pink and fair as a girl, with a neat hairstyle, wearing a white shirt with a black tie, black knee-length shorts, white stockings, and exquisite and shiny black leather shoes. He looked like a real-life doll.

Now that I think about it, I loved looking at beautiful things when I was a kid, so I sat on the tree and watched him for a long time. In the end, what he did was very bad.

At first, he stood there, and when boys approached him, he glared at them coldly, and the little boys ran away, and no one came to play with him anymore.

Later, when kittens and puppies approached him, he kicked them away.

Until one day, he saw a newborn kitten at his feet. He picked it up, touched it in his hands, and then pressed it directly into the pond. The kitten struggled in the water and was about to drown, but he had no intention of letting go.

This behavior completely angered me. I jumped down from the tree, walked behind him, kicked him into the pond, then fished the kitten out of the pond and looked at him in a mess with a smug look on my face.

In an instant, several adults appeared beside me. They quickly helped the little boy up and were about to blame me.

"Get out of here!" the little boy said sinisterly.

The adults all walked away again.

I looked at the adults who were retreating. This was the first time I saw such a parent being ordered around by a child?!

"Do you know the consequences of provoking me?" The little boy stood up, his body covered with water and mud, but he didn't care at all, just stared at me.

"If you dare to do this again, I'll beat you until you cry!" I shouted at the little boy.

The little boy raised his hand and threw all the mud in his hand on my face.

I looked at the little boy in surprise. His lips curled up and his eyes flashed with the pleasure of revenge.

I put the kitten down and pounced on him, pressing him into the water. No matter how he struggled, I didn't let go. I grabbed the mud in the water and pressed it on his face.

The other children were all cheering, laughing and shouting.

Until the adults who had just pulled me away, I sat in the water and watched the little boy being pulled up. He was coughing and his eyes were red. I couldn't tell whether it was water or tears in his eyes.

The adults frantically wiped his face with handkerchiefs.

Anyway, I laughed happily when I saw his angry and frustrated expression.

After that, whenever he came, he would stand under the tree and look at me. I would sit on the tree and play my own game, because he couldn't come up, touch me, or take revenge.

Sometimes he would take a small and beautiful camera and take pictures. I was a little curious about what he was taking pictures of, and I had never seen such a strange thing. I had never seen such a delicate toy.

"get down."

One day he suddenly looked up at me and said something.

The defeated general dared to use an ordering tone! Who spoiled him?

I looked down at him and said, "Come up if you can."

Then for the next few days, I watched him climb the tree clumsily. The clothes he wore seemed to restrict him, and sometimes he would get so angry that his face turned red and he would just walk away.

I just smiled and watched him and never helped him.

Until one day, he untied his tie, took off his shirt and trousers, and was only wearing his briefs and white socks. He was naked, with several red marks on his body, but he still climbed the tree persistently.

It seemed like he was about to succeed. When he almost lost his grip and was about to fall, I reached out and grabbed him and pulled him up.

I looked at his fair and tender body and saw that the skin was all scratched.

"What are you doing here? Are you looking for revenge on me?" I looked at him.

He didn't say anything either, but just looked at what I was playing with.

This tree is my little territory. All the kids around here know it. They are all scared of me and no one dares to touch my things. My toys are all in a small hole in the tree. There is everything in it. Whenever I want to play with them, I can just take them out and I don’t have to take them home after I’m done.

The little boy was very strange and didn't like to talk. Ever since he successfully climbed the tree that time, he always climbed up by himself. He didn't play with me. He just sat there taking pictures with his beautiful camera. After taking a few pictures, he left.

One time I curiously asked him what he was taking pictures of, mainly because I also wanted to play with his camera.

He handed me the camera and I fiddled with it a bit, not knowing how to use it, so he demonstrated it to me.

I learned it. When he left that day, he didn't take his camera with him. After I finished playing, I put the camera in the tree hole and covered it with other things.

From then on, he would take the camera out of the tree hole and put it back after playing with it.

This has become a secret between the two of us.

Sometimes when he came, he would bring a lot of photos. We would sit on a tree and look through the photos. At that time, I found these photos magical and interesting, some of which were taken by me and some by him.

Sometimes I really hope to see him coming, just like I am waiting for my good friend to come.

Until one day, in the evening, we were sitting in a tree looking at the photos.

"I won't come here anymore."

I looked up at him "Why?"

"Because I have to go far away. For a long time."

"Oh." I nodded.

There was silence for a moment.

"We won't be able to see each other anymore. Aren't you sad?"

I looked up at the little boy. Then I shook my head. "What is sad?"

The little boy looked at me for a long time, then he looked up at the bird's nest on the tree, where there was a nest of newly hatched birds. I had taken pictures of it before.

He climbed up, reached out and picked up a little baby bird, then threw it down. The baby bird fell to the ground and turned into a bloody spot, motionless.

"What are you doing!" I looked at the little boy angrily.

The little boy looked at me, and he reached out and picked up a little bird.

"You dare again!" I said angrily, pointing at the little boy.

The little boy curled his lips, and as soon as he let go, the bird fell to its death again.

I climbed up the tree, grabbed the little boy's arm, and bit it.

The little boy felt pain, and he waved his other hand, sweeping the entire bird's nest to the ground.

I was so angry that I clenched my teeth and my mouth was suddenly filled with the smell of blood.

"Do you know what sadness is?"

I looked up at the little boy. That was the first time I was made to cry by a boy.

The little boy's eyes were also red, but he smiled. "But I'm not dead. Remember this mark. I will come back to seek revenge on you."

The little boy waved his arm in front of me. His white arm was bloody and had a piece of flesh missing. Then he jumped down from the tree and never appeared again.

That day I buried the bird's body while crying. My mouth was full of its blood. The smell of blood stayed in my mouth for many days before it disappeared.

From then on, until I grew up, for a long time I thought that the feeling of sadness was filled with the taste of blood.