Interstellar Rebirth: Raising Meow [System]

His body was suddenly hot and cold, his headache was about to split, his chest seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't breathe at all... This feeling was really uncomfortable...

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

--who is it?Who is speaking in his ear?Who cares about him so much? !He seemed to remember her name... her name was... Daisy...

"Yangyang, it's all my fault, wake up quickly, okay..." At this moment, a deep and familiar boy suddenly sounded in his ears, the voice was full of self-blame and regret, People can't help trembling with each other's heartache...

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

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

Song Xiaoyang looked at the tall and handsome man busy in front of him - such a proud man became so cautious... It made people feel happy, but also a little inexplicably sad...

"Would you like some water?" The other party glanced at his hanging bottle, and asked gently: "Eat an apple, the apples that Yi Xiong and the others sent today are not bad, may I peel one for you?"

"No, you should take a rest first, don't clean things up, I'll clean them up later, you can go to work as soon as possible."

What Song Xiaoyang meant was that he was not too sick to get out of bed, so he could do it by himself. The other party was already busy with work, so he didn't want to waste too much time for the other party.

However, the speaker was unintentional, but the listener was interested. Hearing the words, the man was stunned for a moment, and then showed a flash of fear and nervousness, which soon disappeared into a smile.

"I've already asked for leave, and I'll be here with you for the next two days," he adjusted his tone, and said more gently: "Let's eat an apple and add some vitamins, okay?"

Seeing the pleading eyes of the other party, Song Xiaoyang has long forgotten the previous unhappiness, and his mind is full of the man's uncontrollable ecstasy expression when he just woke up - the man who has always been calm and steady seems to use all his great joy and sorrow on him.

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

Seeing that Song Xiaoyang still paid attention to him, the other party was very happy. He quickly picked up the fruit knife on the table, went to the bathroom to wash it, and then came back and started peeling apples.

Song Xiaoyang looked over unconsciously, and saw the big hands with distinct joints—the hands that were supposed to hold a scalpel, but now they were holding a round red apple, but they looked quite harmonious.

Noticing that Song Xiaoyang was looking at him, the man was overjoyed. The apple was peeled more vigorously, and the peel was almost the same in thickness and width, and it was not broken at all!

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

Those who didn't know thought this was an old chef with many years of experience and superb knife skills. In fact, he was just a surgeon or an orthopedic doctor...

"Okay, let's eat!" While Alan was thinking wildly, the other party had already peeled the apple, cut it into small pieces and put them in a bowl for Alan to eat.

Song Xiaoyang took the apples and put them into his mouth one by one. From the corner of his eye, he saw the man staring at him with a smile, and couldn't help blushing—what's so good about eating an apple!

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

Hearing this, the man smiled even brighter. He immediately opened his mouth and bit the apple into his mouth, but suddenly grabbed Song Xiaoyang's hand, kissed it before holding it, and put it on the quilt.

Song Xiaoyang's ears turned red immediately, and when he looked to the side, he remembered that he was living in a single room with no outsiders...

——Is it possible to do this outside without outsiders? !Really... There is really nothing to do with him!

"Zhang Qiao, you..."

"Apple is so sweet!" Seeing that his lover's hair was blown, the man quickly changed the subject and said, "Let Yi Xiong bring grapes and mangoes next time, you like to eat those!"

"Is Axiong our nanny?!" Song Xiaoyang did not suspect fraud, and was immediately distracted: "Don't always bother him!"

"Okay, okay, you're right, I'm our nanny, I should buy it, I'll buy it!"

In the clean and quiet ward, there is a little happiness and sweetness...

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The white one has a little arrogant temper. I haven't seen Song Xiaoyang for a few days, and he seems a little angry. He stretches out his little claws and pushes his face, with a small expression of disgust.

The milk-yellow one had a much better personality, and the optimist meowed twice immediately, as if responding to Song Xiaoyang's question.

Song Xiaoyang said cheerfully: "I'm so worried that you can't eat well. I didn't expect you to gain weight. It seems that you don't miss me at all! Huh!" His tone seemed to be angry, but in fact he was happy in his heart——Baby Meow Meow, as long as you don’t lose weight, you’ll be fine!This is the biggest wish of the shit shovel officer.

Seeing Song Xiaoyang enter the room, Zhang Qiao really focused all her attention on her baby Meow. She felt a little sour in her heart, and hurried over to show her presence: "Maybe the pet store took care of it. The fur has become fluffy."

Song Xiaoyang weighed it lightly, and felt that it did not become heavier: "It turned out to be a beauty treatment. Our Xiaoxue and Rhubarb are the most beautiful!"

Hearing Song Xiaoyang's heartfelt praise, the two little things didn't have any special reaction, because it's time for them to eat... The so-called food is the most important thing for the people, no matter how big it is, it's nothing more than eating!

"It's better to be at home!" Song Xiaoyang was full and sat on the sofa to digest.

Zhang Qiao also sat down, moved closer to him, and echoed in a low voice: "You're right, home is the best... I'll move in next week, okay?"

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

Song Xiaoyang's small one-story house was left to him by his grandmother, and it is far away from the urban area. The nature of his own work does not matter where he lives, but it is far away from the hospital where Zhang Qiao works.

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

After his real estate certificate was completed, Song Xiaoyang's name was written on it. I thought my lover would be happy, but I didn't expect Song Xiaoyang to be unwilling to move at all!

One wanted to live with his lover for a long time, and the other was unwilling to move, so they broke up unhappy.

It happened to be raining on the day of the quarrel, and Song Xiaoyang caught a little rain when he ran out, and because of the quarrel with Zhang Qiao, he was very depressed, and he had a fever and caught a cold when he returned home.

When Zhang Qiao couldn't bear it and wanted to compromise first, and ran to him non-stop to apologize, Song Xiaoyang, who was at home trying to save himself with plain water, almost turned into pneumonia!

This scared Zhang Qiao to death, so after Song Xiaoyang recovered, he proposed to move here by himself—if the mountain does not come, I will go, and I will go to the mountain!But it just takes an extra hour to commute to get off work!

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

He couldn't tell the other party that his feelings for this house were not because it was a thought left to him by "Song Xiaoyang" grandma, but because...

——This building accepted him at the beginning and gave him a sense of security...it made him not want to go anywhere...he didn't dare to go anywhere...

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

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

——There is no specialization of mental power, and the gene level is pitifully low... His father is a super mecha warrior, 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 find a moment of peace, ignoring all the eyes and whispers around him.

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

Allen thought he would live like this until he left home to study in a certain school... But because he was picking up his bookmark, he accidentally slipped off the window rail, and when he woke up, he arrived at a completely strange planet. They call it Earth.

The Milky Way is too far away from Galaxy A. He knows that in his lifetime, he may not be able to return to his hometown. People here have no specialization in spiritual power, and they do not judge a person's ability by genetic level—he is no longer called Allen. ·Adlington is now called Song Xiaoyang.

It turned out that Song Xiaoyang fell unconscious and broke his leg in an earthquake, and was later sent to the hospital by firefighters for treatment.

When Song Xiaoyang saw his attending physician for the first time, he was extremely surprised—this orthopedic doctor named Zhang Qiao, apart from the color of his hair and eyes, was actually the same as his hometown, His Royal Highness Kyle, the prince of the Samuel Empire. Be exactly the same!

Later he found out that this Dr. Zhang is a so-called "mixed blood" by people on earth, so his facial features are very three-dimensional.

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

Song Xiaoyang, who was only 16 years old at heart, didn't know his behavior at the beginning, which was easy to be misunderstood.

When he realized it, Zhang Qiao already had a different feeling for the young man who "secretly fell in love" with him, but because the two were in a doctor-patient relationship, he resisted and did not pursue him immediately.

After Song Xiaoyang was discharged from the hospital, his original job must have disappeared, and 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 different from Samuel, there is no terminal, no mecha, no holographic virtual platform...

— But here are books!

With an idea, Song Xiaoyang tried to write a novel about his life in Samuel, and posted it on the Internet. Unexpectedly, it was well received. It is not right for a person who has experienced high technology to write a "science fiction" novel on earth. Handy?

In this way, he solved his livelihood problem, Song Xiaoyang was grateful, but sometimes felt a sense of loss.

Although the neighbor is friendly and the reader is lovely, he is still not from this planet... A feeling of loneliness in his bones is always lingering...

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

Just taking good care of the little ones has already shortened the time Song Xiaoyang can spend grieving to one-tenth!

As for the remaining one-tenth, it was quickly filled up by a certain doctor Zhang who asked about his condition under the pretense of asking about his condition, but in fact he was not drinking.

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

But after the recent events, he also saw Zhang Qiao's care for him all the time, Song Xiaoyang suddenly felt that maybe changing to a new environment is not something to be afraid of...

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

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

The handsome man who was still happily planning how to build another row of cabinets in the room suddenly heard Song Xiaoyang's words, and couldn't help being taken aback, followed by a burst of ecstasy——Yangyang was finally willing to move in and live with him!

He hugged the man and the cat into his arms, and couldn't help pecking Song Xiaoyang's face a few times, causing him to stretch out his hand and push him away, just like Xiaoxue in his arms.

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After deciding to move, it is necessary to clean up large and small bags, some of which 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 wrong?" Zhang Qiao asked softly after realizing that Song Xiaoyang was staring blankly at the ceiling after waking up.

"It's nothing... I had a dream..."

"What kind of dream is it?"

"I dreamed... that we were married... and had... two sons..."

The morning sun shone on Zhang Qiao's handsome face, making it look even more gentle. Hearing Song Xiaoyang's words, he smiled and said, "Honey, that's not a dream..."