Xueba, wake up

There were quite a few pet hospitals nearby, but few of them were particularly reliable. After wandering around, He Zhonghe took Yansheng to the one where he often bathed the flying dogs.

The reason is that the clerks and doctors in that store are especially good at coaxing dogs and cats. Flying Dog, a dog that takes a bath like killing it, can be coaxed by the clerks with various toys and snacks every time.

The uncle veterinarian took it into the room and checked it. In addition to hydrops, there were also ear mites and cat nasal branch.

"I need a knife in the stomach," the uncle drove them out of the operating room, "Don't stand here and watch, it's quite bloody|greety."

This pet hospital sells all kinds of pet supplies and foster care.

When Yan Sheng was sitting next to a cage of golden retrievers teasing the dog, He Zhonghe remembered that Fei Gou's teething stick had just been gnawed off by it a few days ago.

Taking a basket of teething sticks and balls with ease, He Zhonghe took out his membership card to pay the bill.

"Is there a dog at home?" Yan Sheng teased the golden retriever, looking very relaxed, sitting on the lazy sofa with his legs stretched out.

"No, there are spirits." He Zhonghe sat next to him, "It's a real spirit that can fly."

This lazy sofa is softer than He Zhonghe imagined.

It was too soft, and he regretted it the moment he sat in it.

Suddenly he understood why Yan Sheng's posture seemed so relaxed, he couldn't get up.

"Fuck." The small sofa suddenly sank a lot, and Yansheng couldn't stabilize his center of gravity. He supported the sofa with his hands and it became more and more crooked, and he fell directly towards him.

He Zhonghe couldn't describe what kind of posture this was. Generally speaking, he was completely sunken on the sofa, Yansheng's legs were far away from his legs, but his upper body was completely covered above him.

And it is directly above, face to face, eye to eye, very accurate.

Very embarrassing.

Fortunately, Yan Sheng put his arm next to his head, otherwise he would have faced him directly.

He Zhonghe almost looked at him directly: "Brother, move on."

Yan Sheng's eyes seemed to dodge a little.

It must be because I have watched too many idol dramas.

He Zhonghe felt his hand supporting his head move with difficulty.

Then he caught a glimpse of the scar on the base of Yansheng's neck.

It's very thin, it seems to have been sewn...

"...I can't use my strength." Yan Sheng said.

He Zhonghe could see his Hou Jie moving when he was talking.

When you get close, the voice will sound lower and buzzing than usual, reminding He Zhonghe of the cartoon where Tom's head is covered in a bell.

In such an embarrassing situation, his thoughts were flying everywhere.

"My mother..." He Zhonghe tried to get up to the side, but the sofa was so soft that it couldn't stand up at all.Yan Sheng was able to hold on like this either because he had practiced before, or because he really didn't want to confront him.

"What should I do?" He Zhonghe asked.

"I don't know, knowledge is blind." The big bell buzzed.

He Zhonghe tried again, this time his forehead directly hit Yansheng's nose.

There will definitely be a bag on the forehead when I wake up tomorrow morning.

He raised his hand worriedly and touched the bridge of Yansheng's nose: "Is it broken?"

Yan Sheng paused for a moment, then smiled.

Laughing very happily, the kind that trembles all over.

"Get out!" He Zhonghe didn't hold back, and laughed wildly with his head up, "Help——"

Yan Sheng couldn't hold it anymore when he smiled, and tried his best to lean to the side, but at least it didn't hit him directly.The two were lying with their heads next to each other, laughing like two idiots.

The dogs in the nearby cage barked happily.

"What is this?" The uncle veterinarian came out from the inside.

"Uncle, help." He Zhonghe stretched out his arm, "Your sofa is really tasteless."

The uncle pulled him up: "I have pumped a little ascites, cleared my intestines, and I have to pump again in two days."

"Okay, let's put him in foster care here first, and wait until he recovers from his illness." He Zhonghe nodded.

"Foster care is out of the question. This place is full and there are not enough people." The uncle looked around the store, "Just leave it at home, and I will prescribe the precautions and medicine for you later."

This tossing cost a small two thousand. When He Zhonghe was about to take out his card when paying, Yan Sheng dragged him into the sofa, and then Yan Sheng got up by pulling him, and quickly went to the front desk to scan the code.

"I dare say I'm its passer-by." He Zhonghe sat powerlessly.

"No." Yan Sheng asked the uncle to prescribe the medicine, and bought a transport cage, cat food, hair removal cream, food bowl and cat litter set under his recommendation, "You are its shovel."

He Zhonghe felt that he might not understand Chinese: "What?"

Yan Sheng took the cat in the Elizabethan collar, carefully put it in the cage, and carried a large bag of cat supplies in one hand and the transport cage in the other: "Let's go."

The uncle tacitly pulled He Zhonghe again.

The afternoon tossed and passed, and the sun had already sunk to the west.The two, one in front and one behind, walked down the street facing the setting sun.

He Zhonghe didn't react until he was about to walk back to the cram school: "You...I...Isn't this the cat you're interested in!"

"But you didn't follow me to class just now." Yan Sheng's tone was understated, and he didn't deserve a beating. "Either you are interested in cats, or you are interested in me."

The high-cold Xueba said such words.

Is this suitable!

Isn't it a bit too coquettish!

Crashed!

"Yansheng, you have to show some face." Although he knew that he was talking nonsense seriously, the words changed a bit in He Zhonghe's ears.

Don't flirt, I warn you.

"I have a dog at home, and the two of them cannot fight together." He Zhonghe sighed.

"You said that your family has no dogs, only elves." Yan Sheng said solemnly.

"My mother said at the beginning that this cat is also an elf!" He Zhonghe wanted to beat him up very much now.

"That's it, fellow." Yan Sheng handed the cage to He Zhonghe, took out his cell phone, "I will pay for raising f... the cat."

The phone vibrated, He Zhonghe glanced at it very speechlessly, and transferred 20000.

"Turning once a month is not enough for you." Yan Sheng glanced at the transport cage again, the anesthetic hadn't passed yet, and the cat was curled up inside.

"My house is not a five-star hotel for cats." He Zhonghe ordered a refund, "Why did you let me raise this rich man?"

"Not allowed at home." Yan Sheng answered very briefly.

He Zhonghe remembered that in the cafe a few days ago, his parents didn't celebrate his coming-of-age birthday.

No cats allowed.

And looking at him like this, the family must not be short of money.

It is quite difficult to figure out.

However, He Zhonghe didn't idle away thinking about the hobbies of other families, he sighed: "Give it a name."

Yan Sheng tilted his head, as if thinking.

The unique orange-red glow of Xia Tian hit his side face like this, which is very sensational.

"Don't talk about Mimi." He Zhonghe quickly dismissed the thought of "Hey, you're a little handsome" that came to his mind, and pointed at him.

"That's okay, I can't figure it out." Yan Sheng said.

"Let me give you a hint, look at the sides of its nose." He Zhonghe said, "Quickly turn your brain of a bully."

"beard?"

"What a bad name."

"Hu... Huhu?" Yan Sheng finished tentatively and frowned.

"Hahahahahahaha!" He Zhonghe sneered mercilessly, "Your talent for naming is infinitely negative."

Yan Sheng also curled the corner of his mouth: "Get up."

"It's just nonsense." He Zhonghe announced to the half-set sun.

Flying Dog has gone back and forth six or seven times from the sofa to the partition and then to the shoe cabinet in the entrance at a speed where only afterimages can be seen.

"Dog." He Zhonghe said to Feigou earnestly, "Our family has a new girl...brother...let me take a look first."

The strength of the flax medicine had already worn off, and he was still weak after pumping the ascites and clearing the intestines. He lay on his side in the cage and opened his eyes quietly.

"It seems to be a younger brother." He Zhonghe ignored Feigou's protests, "You can't bite it, and you can't teach it well. You can't lead your brother to run around, and you have to give way to your brother, understand?"

The flying dog swooped down again, almost throwing the transport cage out of He Zhonghe's hand.It raised its tail and shrank its body back to gather energy for the next wave of attacks.

"Okay, I know the request is too high, just don't bite it." He Zhonghe shut the flying dog into the balcony.

Du Lanzhen came back at this time, and when she entered the house, she saw an extra cage, and thought it was He Zhonghe who bought it for the dog: "Is the flying dog finally going to eat in prison?"

"No." He Zhonghe beckoned his mother to come and take a look, "Cat."

"Ah!" Mom exclaimed, "It's so small!"

"Don't touch it yet, I have a stomach problem and just had a minimally invasive surgery."

"Can it be fed? I heard people say that cats are not as easy to raise as dogs." Mom was a little worried.

"As long as the dog doesn't act like a monster." He Zhonghe actually had a headache, "The cat's father told me to take good care of it."

"Who is its father?" Mom didn't understand.

"I'm a classmate." He Zhonghe said.

There are many small problems on Huhu's body, and medicine needs to be applied from ears to nose to mouth.Because the ear mites are too severe and difficult to clean, the veterinarian cut off the hair on the ears, and there are two brown marks at the corners of the eyes, which looks ugly.

There are wounds on his body that are not suitable for being stuffy, so He Zhonghe directly spread the moisture-proof mat on the ground, temporarily serving as a cat's nest.

Hu Hu was unexpectedly obedient, lying on his stomach wherever he put it, moving his ears and opening his eyes when he heard something, and didn't bark too much.

He Zhonghe took a photo and sent it to Yansheng.

-[picture]

- this parent please, look at your dependent child

Yan Sheng sat at the desk, clicked on the photo and looked at it for a long time. He Zhonghe wiped the cat's wound again with iodophor, and the ointment was evenly applied.

-I locked up the dog, the cat won't let them stay together until the cat is better.

Quite careful.

In fact, Yan Sheng didn't expect He Zhonghe to agree to raise this stray cat so readily. He originally planned to find a cattery to foster it.

What he said to He Zhonghe, "the family won't allow it" is true, let alone a cat, this family can't accommodate anything.

Including himself, including Yan Deqiang, including Zhu Ling.

Yansheng has been living at home these days, Yan Deqiang hasn't been home for a long time, Zhu Ling is in a trance all day long, and explodes at a little bit.

He didn't ask Zhu Ling where Yan Deqiang had gone, or why he didn't go home.

The only tacit understanding between Yan Sheng and his mother is here.

He threw the phone back on the bed, took off the earphones and backed the chair, raised his neck and closed his eyes.

He still remembers the dog whose neck was broken by Yan Deqiang when he was a child.

It was a little native dog. When Yansheng was in the first grade of primary school, he had a long dispute with his family and wanted to keep a dog. Yan Deqiang and Zhu Ling didn't even persuade him. dog.

The small one is fluffy and soft to the touch, and you can feel its breath.

The newly weaned puppy was especially good at howling at night, and Yan Sheng was awakened in the middle of the night, so he groped in the dark to comfort it amidst Yan Deqiang and Zhu Ling's cursing.

Every day after school, he would tell his friends proudly that he can't play with you today, and I have to go home early to take care of my puppy.

Then I ran home, fed the puppy, watched it sleep in the nest, and put my hands on it to feel its body temperature and breathing.

Until one day, he ran home and rushed to the kennel as usual, but the puppy didn't bark or move.

Yan Sheng put his hand on it suspiciously.

The pup was cold, stiff, and not breathing.

Yan Sheng held it out tremblingly.

The puppy's neck was twisted into a twisted arc, and its eyes were still half open.

He was so frightened that he threw the puppy back into the nest, and fell to the ground, sad and frightened, crying loudly.

Then he saw the drunken Yan Deqiang pushing the door in and standing by the door reeking of alcohol.

Yan Deqiang's face was bright red, and he smiled at his crying son: "Dad killed the puppy for you, and it stopped barking when it died. It's just as fun."