My grandfather's big civet cat read three hundred.

The big civet cat hasn't come home for two days. Grandma was so anxious that she cried and complained that grandpa shouldn't have done wrong. Grandpa didn't refute, just watched at the door smoking every day. On the afternoon of the third day, the big civet cat came back. Big Mao Mao said that this was the first time she had seen such a big cat. A big civet cat bullies other cats and dogs and catches birds and insects in the village every day. It's covered in dry blood and limping. When I came back, my grandmother was holding her, breathing weakly, but her eyes were still on, and she couldn't stop screaming. Grandpa came back from the field and saw the big civet being held by his grandmother, one cat and one person. Sculpture usually looked at each other for a few seconds, and the big civet cat cried at grandpa. That cry and a glimpse of Mao Mao will never be forgotten. She said there seemed to be endless feelings, as if time had frozen and everything around her was turning. The big civet cat died like this. Lying flat in grandma's arms, her eyes darkened little by little.

The weasel never came again. Everyone in the village said that the big cat became a fine cat and could hit Wong Tai Sin, but it was evenly matched and lost its life. It is a good cat. Grandpa didn't say anything, but buried the civet in the grass behind the house. Grandma and Ren cried and cried, but Grandpa didn't shed a tear and didn't say a word.

Big Mao Mao said, it's not that there has been any bad blood since then. My relationship with grandpa is still very good, but I feel blocked from time to time. Why is my grandfather so indifferent to big civet cats? She often goes to the grave of the big civet to talk, and sometimes puts a dried fish that the big civet likes to eat, while grandpa, like the big civet, has never been at home, and goes home to eat and chat, and everything remains the same.

When Mao Mao was in high school in this city, my grandfather had passed away. Heavy hair and grandma packed grandpa's belongings, and a small drawer that grandpa had been locked was finally opened. Big Mao Mao saw a fuzzy photo of my grandparents, an old watch I couldn't bear to wear at home, and something that made big Mao Mao cry at that time. That's an aluminum spoon. It's very bright and looks like it's often taken out to play. There are several rows of clear teeth marks of big civet cats on the spoon, like a series of messy footprints.