Chapter 1365: Talent

Zhang Zian opened his eyes, the light was dim, and what caught his eyes was the very familiar ceiling of the bedroom.

The surrounding was very quiet, nothing woke him up, whether it was sound or light, he didn't know how he woke up, as if he woke up naturally when the time came, and he didn't feel sleepy at all.

Is it a biological clock formed by going to work?

He lay on the bed and thought about it for a while. Although going to work is hard and often has a 996 working system, at least he goes to work at 9:00 in the morning. The situation of waking up naturally seems to be a super-inertial biological clock formed by getting up at a fixed time every day for a long time.

Of course, maybe it's not that complicated at all, it's just that he went to bed early last night, so he woke up early today.

The door next door slammed lightly, and the sound of deliberately lowered footsteps came from the corridor, as if the parents also got up at this time.

It's a coincidence.

Anyway, he wasn't sleepy, so he turned over and got up, put on his clothes, and went to the bathroom to wash his face.

In the middle of the night last night, he got up to go to the bathroom in a daze, his eyes were so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, he should have walked straight from the bed to the bathroom, but when he came back to his senses, he found himself turning a few small turns, as if his body was instinctively avoiding it. There are some obstacles, but there is nothing there...

While wiping his face, he noticed the bathtub piled with debris again through the reflection of the mirror.

The sense of disobedience in my heart still exists, but it has weakened a little compared to yesterday, as if I have adapted to the slightly empty room.

Human adaptability is so terrible.

In a few days, the sense of disobedience may disappear completely, and even the existence of the sense of disobedience itself will be forgotten.

There is nothing wrong with this, anyway, the source of the sense of disobedience cannot be found.

He opened the door and just ran into his mother who was busy in the kitchen.

"Why don't you sleep more?" Mother asked in surprise.

"I couldn't sleep, so I got up." He rolled up his sleeves with a smile, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"No, go back and lie down for a while, it's too early!" Mother made a serious face.

"Then I'll go downstairs,

See if there's anything Dad can do. "

He ran down the stairs with a playful face, only to hear his mother muttering in the kitchen: "Really, this child..."

Father had already opened the shutter door, and was standing outside the door to greet the passing neighbors. When he turned around, he found that Zhang Zian had already picked up an adult blue-and-white shorthair that a customer left here for a bath yesterday, intending to carry it into the pet bath room for it. bath.

"Put it down! Put it down! Don't do it! That cat is amazing! It will go crazy after taking a bath!" The father hurried over and snatched the blue and white shorts from his arms.

"Then let me help with other things."

While his father put the cat back in its cage, he picked up a small bag of professional tools to clean up tear stains on a black-eyed Garfield kitten.

"No, you won't, don't fool around..."

Father swallowed the second half of his words, because Zhang Zian's movements were very skillful, like flowing clouds and flowing water, and the work of cleaning up the tear stains that usually required two people to complete was completed by him alone.

"You...you keep cats outside?"

"No, how can I have time..."

No wonder his father was skeptical, even Zhang Zian himself was surprised, he didn't remember cleaning up the cat's tear stains, but when the cat and tools were in his hands, his hands started to move on their own, without brain intervention at all.

"Keeping a cat doesn't take much time."

The father shook his head disapprovingly, still thinking that he had raised a cat himself, and he might have raised a Garfield, otherwise this extraordinary proficiency could not be explained.

"It's really not raised, maybe it's...talented?" He laughed at himself.

Although raising a cat does not require much time, but his kind of job that often requires overtime, he is already exhausted when he comes home every day, and he has no energy to serve the cat at all.

Father snorted, "Where do you have such a talent? Nonsense!"

Zhang Zian laughed, and casually fooled around.

"Uncle and aunt, good morning..."

A little guy jumped in outside the door, with a pair of asymmetrical braids, she looked like a lively primary school girl.

She ran into the shop excitedly, only to find that there was a young strange man in the pet shop where there were usually only two uncles and aunts.

Zhang Zian saw that the little girl looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it after thinking about it, so he turned his head and asked in a low voice, "Whose family's child?"

"Oh, she lives nearby. She likes the hamsters and lop-eared rabbits in the store, but they don't seem to let her keep them at home, so she comes to see them whenever she has time."

The father's lips twitched, he explained quickly, and then raised his voice to hold back: "Little Celery, don't go, come in and take a look. Don't be afraid, this is my son—isn't this a holiday? He just came back from other places yesterday .”

The corner of Zhang Zian's mouth chuckled, Little Celery, is it a nickname or nickname?

Little Celery bowed cautiously, "Hi Uncle, Hello Big Brother...I...I'm passing by..."

Zhang Zian also waved his hand and said, "Hello, Little Celery. Come in and take a look if you want to, it's okay."

Little Celery peeked at Zhang Zian and his son doing hygiene, and knew that she came too early today. Although she really wanted to visit her hamster and lop-eared rabbit friends, she waved her hands wisely so as not to disturb their work. : "No, no, I will cause trouble if I go in... I will come back tomorrow..."

Zhang Zian picked up a rag and handed it to her, and said naturally: "Then... how about you come to help too? You can watch as long as you want after cleaning, anyway, you don't have to go to school today, right?"

The father thinks it's wrong, how can he order a little girl?

Little Celery was also stunned for a moment, then her eyes lit up, "Really? You can watch as long as you want?"

"That's right, because you also contributed." Zhang Zian said seriously, telling her through his eyes: I'm not joking.

"Then I'll help too!"

Little Celery happily took the rag, ran to the pet bathroom to soak the rag, and then ran out to wipe the cash register table and the door and window glass hard.

Due to her short stature, she couldn't reach high places, but wherever she could, she wiped them clean with more seriousness than she was on duty at school.

"It's not bad, don't you often help your mother with work at home?" Zhang Zian chatted with her while cleaning.

"Ok!"

Little Celery nodded vigorously. She felt that this strange big brother was very gentle and had no airs of an adult at all. In contrast, although the uncles and aunts in the pet shop were nice people, they were not very talkative, let alone interacting with children. Speak with an equal tone.

She quickly disarmed and chattered non-stop.

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