Where is the dignity of the Lord?

After spending enough time outside and having enough fun, reckoning that Reyde had also finished patrolling, Pasha remembered that he still had a home.

Carefully push the door open with his head, and quietly look into the room for the dogs and tigers.

"Ow..."

Resid won't be angry... huh?

It's not dark yet, what is he doing in bed? ?

Hu Zi, who found that people were not lighting a fire and cooking by the stove, but lying on the bed, went into the house suspiciously.

The cabin without the stove and electric stove was a bit cold. It wiped the meat pads on the foot pads at the door, swished to the side of the wooden bed, and stretched its head to look up.

Huzi's eyes are shining: Hey!Well, brother, get up and cook!

Reyed closed his eyes tightly, his face flushed slightly.

"Ow!"

Wake up dick hair!Your Master Tiger is home, get up and serve dinner.

"Wow?"

Dick hair, dick hair?

Hahaha why is your face so red, like a monkey's butt... uh.

Fuck! !You are not sick, dick, are you? !

Uncle Tiger's laughter faltered.

It looked down at Resid's monkey-ass face in disbelief and horror.

Cerebral thrombosis, myocardial infarction, cerebral hemorrhage and other sudden diseases whizzed past with bloody special effects!

Huzi: ...

What kind of disease makes people alive during the day, but in the evening they have weakness in hands and feet and can only lie in bed.

What kind of disease makes people blush and heartbeat, lips turn white and eyes close tightly, as if they will ascend to heaven in the next second? ?

"Gudong-"

Swallowing a big mouthful of saliva, the wooden-faced tiger stretched out its claws, popped out a nail, hooked the quilt and pulled it down in fear. When it saw Reyed's hands, it was suddenly relieved.

call……

Fortunately, fortunately, there are no left-handed six and right-handed seven.

Damn, dad was scared to death, labor and management thought you were an idiot and finally exploded your heart and brain vessels.

The fur on the tiger's back was let down, and it smacked its lips, and its big paws smacked Reyed's forehead on the bed.

"Ow."

Well, my body temperature seems to be a little high, maybe I have a cold.

But Resid also catches a cold?

This is really a rare thing, Huzi looked at his face in surprise.

Maybe it's youth and strange strength, or a natural high immunity?It didn't take too long to take care of him in its previous life, but the miraculous thing is that Pasha never saw Reyde catch a cold.

Then looking at it, Huzi was stunned.

Without the indifferent eyes that no one should enter, the face that always pulls, and the mouth that speaks hurtfully, Reyed, who fell into a deep sleep quietly, made the tiger's eyes gradually distracted, showing a look of nostalgia.

Reyid has three states: when playing, when facing strangers, and when facing Pasha.

At first he had only two, and then he met him.

On the playing field, the prince who opened his arms on the ice and showed a noble smile in the ice crumbs made people obsessed, but off the playing field, this guy was so paralyzed that he wanted people to beat him up.

When he knew the true face of his idol, it was not like Pasha didn't have the gap between a buyer's show and a seller's show.

He has seen him pick up the stool and beat up the perverted fans,

He saw him wearing big underpants and flip flops going downstairs to buy popsicles,

He's seen him like a fool who can't tell salt from sugar,

He also watched him waltz on the carpet with his buttocks naked after a hangover,

Since then, the pasha has understood.Reyid is a paradox.

He can be spotless like a beautiful ice and snow boy, or he can be dejected, holding a cigarette between his chin and listening to the crazy rock of the 90s on the rooftop at dusk...

At that time, Resid was only 16 years old.

Pasha still remembered that after breaking up with Reyceid, he couldn't stand the change from idol to suitor, so he couldn't hold back the anger and yelled at him: What do you like about me? !

The wind ruffled Reyed's curly black hair, and he looked at him calmly with baby-blue eyes and said: I like it when you look at me like Reyed, not Prizlack on the ice.

Prizlack on Ice is a nickname given to Reyed by ice fans, and it translates into Russian: Fairy on Ice.

In fact, maybe Pasha had heard his heartbeat when Reisyd replied that way... It's just...

Ugh.

Huzi looked at him, the cold blue animal pupils in the golden color exuded warm tenderness.It took off its paws, looked at the big pad marks on Reyed's forehead, and couldn't help grinning.

Stupid, what's the good of liking a cook, we can't talk together.

"Pa...sha..."

Reyed suddenly spoke vaguely.

Huzi blinked and listened.

"Pa...sha... I'm hungry..."

"..."

With a sore nose, Huzi looked at the guy on the bed, his eyes covered with mist.

Harm, it's not hypocritical, it's just that this sentence touched too many memories of the past.

Standing by the bed in silence for a long time, the colorful tiger looked down at its thick front paws, as if seeing through them the hands it had when it was a human.

"Pasha..."

Forget it, I owe you.

The tiger's eyes became firm, and when Reisyd began to call its name again, it turned around, picked up the towel from the washstand and rushed out.

The damp towels quickly turned cold when they encountered the freezing temperature of Siberia.

Laying towels, lighting the stove, rummaging to find a wilted onion planted in a flower pot and the only butter left in the cabinet!

Without human claws, it has teeth!

The tiger who doesn't even know how to play his own ball bites the unburned black firewood in the snow that Reyde left outside in the morning.

It dangled into the stove piece by piece, the black charcoal stained the white fur around its mouth, and the bitter taste poked its tongue and teeth.

After finally saving up enough wood, the most uncomfortable thing is to bite open the plastic box of the alcohol block.

The poisonous smell made the tiger with a keen sense of taste want to vomit. With difficulty, he threw the small cube into the firewood, opened his paws, and stuck it on the switch of the ignition with all his strength.

"call!"

The moment the flames burst up, the fire-fearing nature of wild animals made Huzi panic, and he jumped up almost instinctively and threw the igniter out.

It failed the first time, and it failed the second time. Fortunately, it finally succeeded the third time!

The tiger's beard and hair around the eyes and mouth were all curled by roasting, and the tiger's eyes were shining when looking at the stove.

The temperature has finally been settled, but it is not yet the time to be proud.

The next step is the problem!

After carefully rubbing its paws with snow and rinsing its mouth, the big tiger must have looked at the kitchen knife on the cutting board for a long time.

As a cook, it has no hands and no hind legs that can stand for a long time.

It has recipes and memories, but it can't hold a knife...

"Roar!"

Can't give up!Pasha.

After hesitating for a few seconds, the tiger quickly put away his depression and sadness. After thinking for a while, he simply opened his mouth and bit the handle of the knife, and started to rub the wilting onion clumsily.

Gulu, the onion ran away and fell to the ground.

Huzi put down the kitchen knife and quickly bit the onion, cleaned it with great effort, and put it on the cutting board again.

But again and again, the onion always falls off.

Huzi also went to pick up the soil-stained onions again and again, cleaned them tirelessly, and cut them into pieces.

There was another time, when it was too anxious, the kitchen knife pulled its mouth and wiped it across its lips, and the blood gushed out with stinging pain, which made the tiger want to cry and get angry in frustration.

"Ugh..."

No, I can't give up, it's almost over, soon...

It hypnotizes itself, rattling the pot on the stove, smelling the stench of its beautiful fur being burnt, throwing butter and onion rings to stir-fry.

If there is no way to get water, add ice cubes.

If you don't have a tall spoon, use an ordinary small spoon to fill it out a little bit.

It has no other ideas, it just wants to let Reyde eat the meal he cooked again, and be a Pasha again, to fulfill his wish for the last time...

As for the follow-up, Huzi thought that it could turn off the stove and pour out the remaining onion soup secretly, there must be a way.

It hurried to find cinnamon and bread.

Putting some cinnamon powder in the onion soup and soaking some whole wheat bread seems to be an evil dish, but it actually tastes very good.

This is a unique trick of 'Pasha', and no one knows it except it and Reyed.

Huzi was busy jumping up and down like a monkey, but he didn't know that the sick person behind him had already sat up.

He was holding the cold towel in his hand, the redness on his face had disappeared, but there were still ridiculous paw prints on his forehead.

Both he and it look ridiculous now.

In addition to quietly looking at the back of the tiger, the baby's blue eyes were moist, and the reddish eye sockets were too sad.

"Ow!"

Become!

The tiger who didn't notice roared excitedly.

It excitedly held the draft beer mug it used as a bowl, and when it was about to feed it to Reyed, one person and one tiger looked at each other.

"..."

"..."

Huzi was frozen on the carpet like a faded decoration, his mind was full of what could happen?How can I explain it so he doesn't suspect it?How about I run now?

And Reyde seemed to understand its thoughts, his face was expressionless, but the moment he spoke, he was hoarse and trembling: "If you dare to run, I will go out and run."

"..."

Fruit, fruit Ben? !

Huzi was stunned for a moment, and before it could react, Reyde threw down the towel and walked over slowly.

He didn't walk fast, even very slowly, as slow as performing a hesitation, but his eyes were always on Huzi.

In the end, one man and one tiger approached.

Reyed leaned on the floor with one knee, and he reached out to remove the handle of the draft beer mug that Huzi was holding carefully, without disliking the wet saliva and blood on it.

Putting the cup on the ground, under the hesitant gaze, he supported Huzi's jaw with his palm, forcing him to look at him.

The two pairs of eyes carefully intertwined, tested, and finally got the answer.

The pure blue sea also found its shore in another pair of inhuman eyes.

his home.

Then, as in previous years, Reyed closed his eyes and nose and rubbed against Pasha's neck tiredly, rubbing his head on the fluff, and gently kissed the majestic tiger's injured lips with the profile of an angel.

"Welcome back, Pasha."

"..."

"I miss you."

"..."

"I love you."

"..."

This love, which was three years and eight months late, is now returned to you.

【The author has something to say】:.

Resid: I'm sick, I'm faking it.

Huzi: ...you have no heart!

【Give it to me, and give it back to you.Lei Xia is too sweet, haha]

[In addition, the onion soup still needs to be heated to make a delicious soup. Breadcrumbs can really be added]

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Thanks for the big reward:

@月魑: Yue魑 gave x1 coral fossils to "The Dignity of the Lord".

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