Interstellar Rebirth: Raising Meow [System]

My body was suddenly cold and hot, my headache was splitting, my chest seemed to be blocked, and I couldn't breathe at all...It felt so uncomfortable...

"Oh my God, my little master, you have a fever!" A familiar and seemingly unfamiliar female voice rang in her ears, and the worry and tension in that tone made people feel a sense of warmth and security...

--who is it? Who is talking in his ear? Who cares about him so much? ! He seems to remember her name...her name is...daisy...

"Yangyang, it's all my fault, you wake up soon, okay..." At this moment, a deep and familiar boy suddenly sounded in his ear, with a deep self-blame and regret in his voice. People can't help but tremble with heartache with each other...

——Who is this again? Who made him feel both heartache, sweetness and attachment? !

He opened his eyes with difficulty, not knowing where he was for a while...

Song Xiaoyang watched the tall and handsome man in front of him busy with it-such a proud person had become so cautious... It made people feel happy, but also a little bit sad...

"Would you like to drink some water?" The other party glanced at his bottle and asked gently: "Let’s have an apple. Today, Yi Xiong and the others sent a good apple. I will peel one for you?"

"No, you should take a break first, and don't clean things up. I'll clean up by myself later. You can go to work as soon as possible."

Song Xiaoyang meant that it was not that he could not afford to get sick, and he could do it by himself. The other party was already busy with work and didn't want to delay the other party too much time.

However, the speaker was unintentional, and the listener had the intention. When the man heard the words, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he showed a fleeting fear and nervousness, but he soon fell into a smile.

"I have asked for leave, and I will be here with you for these two days," he adjusted his tone and said more gently and honestly: "Eat an apple and add some vitamins, okay?"

Seeing the other's pleading gaze, Song Xiaoyang had long forgotten the unhappiness he had had before, and his mind was filled with the expressions of ecstasy that the man couldn't hold back when he was just waking up. The man who has always been calm and steady seems to use all his great joy and compassion. On his body.

"Okay, let's eat one."-In fact, it doesn't matter if you eat it or not. Since it can make the other person feel at ease, why not do it.

Seeing that Song Xiaoyang was still paying attention to him, the other party was very happy. He quickly picked up the fruit knife from the table, went to the bathroom to wash, and then came back and began to peel the apples.

Song Xiaoyang looked over unconsciously, and looked at the opponent's big, well-knotted hands—the hands that should have held scalpels, but at the moment they were holding a round red apple, but they looked quite harmonious.

He noticed that Song Xiaoyang was looking at him, and the man was ecstatic. The apple was peeled more vigorously. When he slipped away, the thickness and width of the peel were almost the same, and there was no break at all!

Just like cooking at home, the other party can always cut all kinds of vegetables and meats neatly, with the same thickness and length, just like the ones cut by the machine.

People who don’t know thought that he was an old chef who had been in the business for many years and was skilled in knives. In fact, he was just a surgeon or an orthopedic doctor...

"Okay, eat!" When Allen was thinking about it, the other party had already peeled the apples, cut them into small pieces and put them in a bowl, so that Allen could eat them.

Song Xiaoyang took the apples and put them in his mouth piece by piece. When Yu Guang saw the man staring at him with a smile, he couldn't help blushing-what's so good about eating an apple!

He picked up a piece, handed it to the man's mouth, pretending to not care, and said, "You have worked hard too, eat one piece."

The man suddenly smiled brighter when he heard the words. He immediately opened his mouth and bit the apple into his mouth, but suddenly grabbed Song Xiaoyang's hand, held it in his hand after a kiss, and put it on the quilt.

Song Xiaoyang's ears were red all of a sudden, and when he looked to the side, he remembered that he lives in a single room and there are no outsiders...

——Can you do this outside without outsiders? ! It's... I can't do anything with him!

"Zhang Qiao, you..."

"Apples are so sweet!" When the man saw his lover's hair frying, he quickly changed the subject and said: "Next time I will let Yi Xiong bring grapes and mangoes, you like that!"

"Is Ah Xiong our babysitter?!" Song Xiaoyang didn't suspect any fraud, and was immediately distracted: "Don't always trouble others!"

"Well, well, what you said is right, I am our nanny, I should buy it, I will buy it!"

The clean and quiet ward is full of shallow happiness and sweetness...

--------------------------------- "Baby, there did not want dad ah?" Song Xiaoyang hugs a, affectionately Rubbing the fluffy fluff of the little guys.

The white one had only a little arrogant little temper. He didn't see Song Xiaoyang for a few days. He seemed to be a little angry.

The creamy one has a much better personality, and the optimistic little guy immediately meowed twice, seeming to be responding to Song Xiaoyang's question.

Song Xiaoyang happily said: "I'm so worried that you are not eating well. I didn't expect to be fat again. It seems that I didn't miss me at all! Humph!" The tone seemed to be angry, but in fact, he was happy inside-baby meow Meow as long as it doesn't get thinner! This is the biggest wish of the shovel officer.

Seeing Song Xiaoyang entered the house, Zhang Qiao turned his attention completely to his baby, Miao, suddenly feeling a little sour, and hurriedly came to express his sense of existence: "Maybe the pet shop has taken care of it. The fur has become fluffy."

Song Xiaoyang weighed it lightly, feeling that it did not become heavier: "It turns out to be a beauty salon. We Xiaoxue and Rhubarb are the most beautiful!"

Hearing Song Xiaoyang's heartfelt compliments, the two little things didn't have any special reactions, because it was time for them to eat... The so-called people take food as the sky, no matter how big things are, it is not enough to eat!

"It's better at home!" Song Xiaoyang sat on the sofa to digest, eating a lot.

Zhang Qiao also sat down, leaned close to him, and whispered: "You are right, the family is the best... Next week, I will move in, OK?"

Song Xiaoyang was taken aback when he heard the words, and remembered the reason for their previous dispute.

Song Xiaoyang’s small bungalow was left to him by his grandmother. It is far away from the city. The nature of his own work is not limited to where he lives, but it is far away from the hospital where Zhang Qiao is located.

Zhang Qiao, who used to live in a high-end bachelor apartment, bought a three-bedroom house in the urban area and wanted Song Xiaoyang to move in with him.

When his real estate certificate was completed, Song Xiaoyang's name was written. He thought his lover would be happy, but he didn't expect Song Xiaoyang to move at all!

One who wants to live with her lover for a long time, and one who is unwilling to move alive and dead, just breaks up.

It was raining on the day of the dispute. Song Xiaoyang got a little rain when he ran out. He was very depressed because of quarreling with Zhang Qiao, and went home with a fever and a cold.

When Zhang Qiao couldn't help but wanted to compromise first, Song Xiaoyang, who was lying at home trying to save himself with boiled water, almost turned into pneumonia when he ran to ask him for an apology!

This time, Zhang Qiao was scared to death, so when Song Xiaoyang was well, he proposed to move over by himself-if the mountain doesn't come, I will go to the mountain! But just spend an extra hour on commuting!

Song Xiaoyang looked at Zhang Qiao's face, sweet in his heart, and there was a hint of inexplicable complex smell...

He can't tell the other party that his feelings for this house are not because it was left to him by "Song Xiaoyang" grandmother, but because...

——This place accepted him at the beginning and gave him a sense of security...so that he didn't want to go anywhere...and didn't dare to go anywhere...

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Song Xiaoyang touched a line on the front page of the notebook, and muttered silently in his heart-this was his former name, and it should have been a name that carried family honor and responsibility...

However, this name did not add any glory or light to his family.

——There is no special mental power, and the genetic level is pitifully low... His father is a super mech fighter and a hero of the empire, but he can only shame his father's fame!

In the past, he could only dance with books all day long, because only in those magnificent words could he get a moment of peace, ignoring all kinds of eyes and whispers around him.

The attic at home is his favorite place. It is always very quiet. Open the windows, there is a little sunshine and breeze, and occasionally there are cats in the manor basking on the roof, which is a good place to read.

Allen thought he would live like this until he left home to go to a certain school... But he accidentally slipped from the window bar because he picked up his bookmark, and when he woke up, he came to a completely strange planet. They call it the earth.

The Milky Way is too far away from the galaxy a. He knows that in his lifetime, he may not be able to return to his hometown. The people here do not have special spiritual power, nor do they judge a person's ability by genetic level-he is no longer called Allen · Adlington, and his name is Song Xiaoyang.

It turned out that Song Xiaoyang fell fainted and broke his leg in an earthquake. Later, he was sent to the hospital by fire officers and soldiers for treatment.

Song Xiaoyang was shocked when he first saw his attending physician-this orthopedic surgeon named Zhang Qiao, in addition to his hair color and pupil color, had a relationship with his hometown, His Royal Highness Kyle, the prince of the Samuel Empire. It has to be exactly the same!

Later, he learned that this Doctor Zhang is what the earth people call a "hybrid", so the facial features are very three-dimensional.

Although he knew that the other party was not the one he knew, Song Xiaoyang couldn't help but pay attention to his every move and wanted to say a few more words to him, even if he looked at his profile and back, it seemed to be seen. Like familiar people, I feel more cordial and dependent...

Song Xiaoyang, who was only 16 years old in his heart, didn't know these behaviors at first, and it was easy for people to misunderstand.

By the time he realized it, Zhang Qiao had already had a different affection for the young man who "crushed" to him, but because the two were in a doctor-patient relationship, he resisted and did not pursue it immediately.

After Song Xiaoyang was discharged from the hospital, his original job was definitely gone. He was also a little confused and hesitant for a while, not knowing how he would survive in the future.

Many things on this planet are not the same as Samuel. There is no terminal, no mecha, no holographic virtual platform...

——But there are books here!

Song Xiaoyang tried to write a novel about his life in Samuel and posted it on the Internet, but he didn’t expect it to be well received. It was not just that a person who had experienced high technology could write a “science fiction” novel on the earth. Handy?

In this way, his livelihood problem has been solved, and Song Xiaoyang sometimes feels lost while rejoicing.

Although the neighbors are friendly and the readers are lovely, he is still not a person from this planet... A sense of loneliness in his bones is always lingering...

Fortunately, the original owner left him two little babies-Scottish fold cats named Rhubarb and Xiaoxue.

Just taking good care of the little guys has reduced the time Song Xiaoyang can spend on sorrow to one-tenth!

As for the remaining one-tenth, it was quickly filled up by a certain Doctor Zhang, who under the pretext of inquiring about the condition, but in fact the drunkard didn't mean to drink.

--------------------------------- it was a freelancer, but it is a love anytime, anywhere may be called to the hospital consultation Doctors, if their love nest is too far away from the city, it is obviously very inconvenient.

At first he refused, but Song Xiaoyang subconsciously didn't want to leave the place he was so familiar with, he was afraid to face a brand new environment.

But after recent events, he also saw Zhang Qiao's dedication to himself. Song Xiaoyang suddenly felt that perhaps changing to a new environment would not be something to be afraid of...

Because he is no longer alone-he has a lover and family, and he is happy wherever he goes!

"Just live in the new house," Song Xiaoyang hugged Xiaoxue and gently said to Zhang Qiao: "It's only a few steps away from the hospital. I can still bring you lunch in the future."

The handsome man who was still happily planning how to make another row of cabinets in the room suddenly heard Song Xiaoyang's words, and he was taken aback for a moment, followed by another burst of ecstasy-Yang Yang was finally willing to move in to live with him!

He even took the cat into his arms and couldn't help but pecked Song Xiaoyang a few times on the face, causing him to be like Xiaoxue in his arms, reaching out and pushing him out.

...

After deciding to move, you have to clean up in large and small bags, some of them have to be taken to the new house, and some have to be left in the old house.

On the last night of living in this small courtyard, Song Xiaoyang had a dream, a dream that felt very real...

"What's the matter?" Zhang Qiao asked softly when Song Xiaoyang looked at the ceiling blankly after waking up.

"Nothing... I had a dream..."

"What kind of dream is it?"

"I dreamed... we were married... and... we have two sons..."

The morning sun shone on Zhang Qiao's handsome face, and he appeared more gentle. He heard Song Xiaoyang's words and smiled and said, "My dear, that's not a dream..."