On How to Raise Loyal Dogs in a Science Fiction World

Su Luo woke up after smelling a strong buttery scent. Following the scent, he saw a bowl of risotto on the bedside table—finely crushed and colorful diced vegetable grains scattered on it. On the very fluffy and soft white rice grains, Su Luo pulled the pillow beside him and sat up behind him, picked up the warm white porcelain bowl and put it on his curled up knees, and put it into his mouth slowly chewing.

When Su Mo entered the door again with the infusion bottle, what he saw was Su Luo who was curled up on the bedside like a hamster looking for food, sipping risotto.Skillfully hanging the injection on the infusion stand by the bed, Su Mo sat quietly by the bed and watched the person by the bed eat.Su Luo ate it attentively for a while, but there was still a lot left and he couldn't eat any more. Su Mo frowned and took the bowl Su Luo handed over. "Brother... let's eat some more, let me feed you, okay?"

"No, you cooked the rice beforehand, it's soft and not tasty at all. I like to eat raw rice." Su Luo shook his head and insisted.

But his stomach could no longer digest the kind of food he liked before, so Su Mo put down the bowl sadly and no longer forced it.After adjusting the injection, he skillfully inserted it into the back of Su Luo's skinny hand again. Seeing the silver needle carrying cold liquid into Su Luo's body along the thin, almost invisible blue blood vessels, Su Mo's tears fell silently. Su Luo frowned and looked at Su Mo: "Why are you crying? Didn't you already know that I would die?"

Su Mo raised his head excitedly: "Who said you will die, you won't die!"

Su Luo's thin lips patted his sickly face with a smile: "You know, I'm going to die, Su Mo, you know."

Su Mo had a childish tantrum a little waywardly: "If I say you can't, then you won't!"

Su Luo looked at Su Mo, who was sad and anxious to defend, wrapped his arms around Su Mo's neck with his hands that had not been pricked, and kissed Su Mo's lips tenderly. "I'm dead, you have to live well."

Su Mo thought about what Su's father said in the afternoon, and couldn't hold back his tears any longer. He hugged Su Luo tightly: "Brother... I'll change you, okay? Can't you hear what the dead say? I'm dead and you're still alive." Can hear my voice. You are dead, and I can't hear you? So what should I do?"

Su Luo gently stroked Su Mo's back: "What nonsense are you talking about! How can you replace me? If I die, you forget about me and live a good life."

Su Mo sobbed even harder: "Then you also promise me that if I die, you will forget about me and continue to live. No...no...don't forget me, can't you hear The words of the dead? If you stay with me, I will definitely hear your voice, then we will still be the same...the same...brother, I can't lose you, I can't..."

Su Luo didn't take Su Mo's nonsense to heart at all, and coaxed him like he used to: "Okay, okay, I'll stay with you and listen to you when you die, okay?"——

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"You don't want to spoil him!" Father Su ignored Su Mo at all.

"It's not long anyway, it's the same whether you want it or not." Su Luo looked at the machine and spit out a series of reports continuously.

"He is ignorant, and you are ignorant?" Father Su quickly reviewed the large sections of data in the phone.

"What's wrong? It's getting worse again?" Su Luo didn't want to entangle Su Mo's matter with Su's father.

"En." Father Su threw away the printed data a little tiredly and sat on the chair.

"I don't want to be buried here. It's always raining here and it's chilly. I like a warm place...it's best to be like spring all year round." Su Luo looked at Su's father and said calmly.

"Brother!" Su Mo interrupted Su Luo's words excitedly, and tightened Su Luo's icy hands. The temperature still does not change.Su Mo hated the disease that tortured Su Luo like this, but there was nothing he could do...

Father Su looked at the calm Su Luo and the excited Su Mo, looked at the hands they held together, and then looked at the liquid that had already dripped half a bottle. Father Su, who had never smoked in Su Luo's ward, lit a cigarette. He sucked on a cigarette fiercely.

After a while, Su Luo felt that something was wrong. The consciousness that should have been sober after sleeping began to blur, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, his head hurt more and more, and the roaring sound came from his ears continuously, and he gradually lost it completely. I lost consciousness... It seemed that through my cotton-like ears, I heard all kinds of strange sounds, such as the sound of closing the door, the sound of the car starting, and the intermittent conversation between the two.

Father Su: "...Think about it..."

Su Mo: "En."

Afterwards, everything was replaced by a sharp roar, and there was no recognizable sound in Su Luo's world.