[The Big Bang Theory] Cohabitation strategy

Dim light filtered through the curtains, and it looked foggy, and it was dawn.I sat on the sofa with my head tilted, looking sleepily at the gray living room. This is the most peaceful place, and I finally have the feeling that I have broken free from the cage. This is the time when I got up and endorsed the book more than ten years ago. The light from the curtains was not warm.I feel that I can control my own life now, and I must pursue my dream! !

"Meow."

A meow brought my consciousness back to reality, and I remembered everything that happened last night. I quickly got up and touched the three kittens wrapped in towels and down jackets.Their bodies have warmed up again, their eyes are tightly closed, and they are breathing steadily and falling asleep.I breathed a sigh of relief, patted the white cat's head, smiled and said to it: "Don't worry, it's all right now."

The white cat squatted on the floor, squinting its eyes and stretching its neck forward, letting me pet its head meekly, making a soft sound.

It's really very human.

——Maybe this is the power of maternal love.

It was only [-]:[-], and it was estimated to be an hour before the pet hospital opened.I tore some bread and put it in front of the white cat, but it didn't even look at it. Instead, it stood up, walked to the door, and arched the door with its paws.

I stared blankly, what does this mean?

The white cat started circling in circles, then arched its paws again, as if eager.

I stood in confusion for a while, and suddenly I had a flash of inspiration—is it trying to solve a physiological problem...

I walked over to open the door, and it barked twice in the direction of the kitten, then looked up at me, as if checking whether I had ulterior motives.I laughed, moved, nodded to it, and tapped on the door to signify that it would remain open until it came back.

It seemed to understand it, turned around immediately, and rushed downstairs with a "hiss".

... so fast.

I leaned against the door, thinking about what to make for lunch.I'll eat more vegetables, and I can't eat meat anymore, because my ears are itching, and I have a premonition that if I eat something that is not digestible, I will catch a cold.

I don't want to catch a cold at all! !too painful! ! !

I'm off to get some spinach and bok choy for something light.

Looking at the still dark room, I thought of the guy Sheldon.He is so kind, I thought he would scold me angrily for disturbing his sleep.

I was really flustered last night, maybe it was the eerily quiet night that made me even more frightened.

And my first instinct was to go find Sheldon.

I didn't expect that I would rely on him so much, or trust him?But I do believe most in his kindness and ingenuity, that he will help me.

This contrast makes my shame stand out even more.I feel ashamed when I think of my indifference and anger.Of course, I probably forgot how he owed the pump back then...

Soon, the white cat ran back and got into the house, and I closed the door.

The white cat lay down beside the kitten.I fried an egg in the kitchen, cut some sausages, and then soaked milk and cereals. I still gave some bread and sausages to the white cat, but it didn’t eat it. It kept lying beside the kittens, licking them gently. Their fur makes a soft "meow" sound.

I watched for a while before returning to the table to continue eating.

I probably don't need to worry about wild cats, their ability to survive may be better than mine.

I was eating breakfast, thinking about last night, the corners of my mouth couldn't stop turning up, and I was in a very bright mood.I got up and opened the curtains of the living room, and the white cat opened its half-closed eyes for a look, and then closed them again.The sun is gradually increasing, shining on the floor that I wiped clean.I think today will be a fine day and the snow will melt.

Presumably Sheldon would be happy too.

With half a sausage in my mouth, I turned on the computer and searched for "parallel universes" and "strings of the universe" on Amazon.Of course, the top search results are all in English. With the feeling of "maybe I can understand it", I tried to read the trial chapter. "Parallel Universe" was okay at the beginning. The author first recalled his childhood And parents who believe in Buddhism, and then, a few words that suddenly appeared made me confused; When I was in front of my eyes, my eyes were almost black, whatthehell!After reading this, can I really live to see the sun the next day?Sheldon, are you sure this is "introductory material"?

... The IQ dog is crying and dying in the corner.

I mustered up the courage several times, and wanted to click on the sign of purchase, but I didn't really do it.

Am I really going to buy it?If I buy it, I must read it.

Otherwise they lose their meaning.

And I don't want Sheldon looking down on me.

Now I can't help wanting him to approve of me, and while he's truly horribly annoying, I feel most proud of having his approval.

I admit his genius, and I also admit that my heart is actually longing to be friends with him, or at least not let him look down on me.

Of course, this is almost impossible! ! !I know, that's why I want to do it even more! !

Why can't I do it?

My hand holding the mouse was trembling slightly.I feel that something has finally broken through the confinement I have been in for a long time, and I finally realized the feeling of "struggle" that I had not seen for a long time.

Not just for comics, but for the tests that life brings to me.

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I bought two books, and bought the Chinese version by the way—otherwise I really can’t read it...

Then I modified a storyboard and a few dialogues from the manuscript I drew yesterday, and polished the background and color. I think the time is almost there. At 52:[-], the pet hospital must have opened.

I turned off the computer, walked over and stroked the white cat's back, "Let's go, let's go to the hospital."

It was startled and stared at me with wide eyes.I pointed to the kittens, and I couldn't have expressed the meaning of "I'm going to take them to the hospital" more clearly.But the white cat straightened up and let the three kittens out.

Does it mean that I can take them away?I tried to hug them, and the white cat stood quietly.

I really want tears in my eyes!The cat is so cute...

I got dressed and was about to put on my shoes and go out when my phone rang suddenly.I pulled it out, and the caller ID turned out to be Evelyn Blake.

We just met yesterday, not even a reconciliation.What is he looking for me for?

The dim lighting of the bar that night, the loud environment, and him suddenly being weird... I almost automatically blocked it all, but now seeing his name, the embarrassing memory came back.

"Hi?" I answered the phone hesitantly.

"Are you up, Xu?" His voice seemed uncertain, "I didn't bother you, did I?"

"No," I said. "Actually, I'm getting ready to go out."

Mr. Blake breathed a sigh of relief over there, "That's good. I'm bothering you so early, but I actually want to ask if you are free today. I want to invite you to a concert, which is in Los Angeles..."

I was stunned for a moment. Could it be that our relationship has been repaired enough that we can go to concerts together?

I looked at the kittens and replied, "I have something to do today, Mr. Blake." After a few seconds of silence, I continued, "I'm going to take some kittens to the hospital. They're frostbitten."

"Cat?" Mr. Blake asked with a slightly raised voice, seeming a little interested, "Do you have one?"

"...No, it's a stray cat."

"Oh! You are very caring." His tone became brisk. "I think you probably don't have a car. I'll take you to the pet hospital, okay?"

"No," I replied bluntly, "I can take the subway, or take a taxi."

"...Xu," he said in a patient tone, still a little weirdly tense, "can you try to make me a friend you just met? I mean, forget about the... outrageous things I did matter."

I kind of wanted to hang up because he left me wondering how to answer him.

A question lingered in my mind - did I really forgive him?Like I said yesterday?

My hands started shaking and I thought yes, I forgave him.But I'm not yet in the mindset to deal with this weird embarrassing situation.

—he was a different person before that, and then he became... bossy and inconsiderate, and that's what scares me the most.

He was different from what I "envisioned".

I first came into contact with him, and then I imagined him to be considerate, gentle and kind. I felt happy in the previous acquaintances, and I couldn't help but want to get close to him, understand him, and make friends with him.But he later completely subverted the impression he gave me.

But it's also him.

I still want to continue to be friends with him!I understand this, I don't want to lose a friend I still like, especially in a foreign land, but it makes me feel more cherished and grateful.

But unless he is not my friend, I will gradually find out that we are not like that.

I still want to get in touch.

I was silent for a long time, but I kept thinking.Apart from the sound of steady breathing on the other end of the phone, which indicated that he was still there, I almost thought he had hung up the phone.

Blake had been waiting.

My voice made me feel a little different from myself, trembling, a little tense, and it sounded too soft to me, "Thank you, Mr. Blake, I figured it out, we are still good friends."

He chuckled for a long time before answering me: "Thank you, thank you... I guess I can call you Kado now?"

"..." I stroked the kitten's head, and it smacked its mouth slightly, "Yes, Evelee."

Evelyn Blake's tone became agitated, but still gentle. "Cado, Cado," he said twice, "I'll be at the door of the apartment in ten minutes, ten minutes."

I hung up the phone, my heart was pounding, and my ears were buzzing—it had nothing to do with liking, but I thought I was right.

I went to the bathroom to wash my face, looked in the mirror before getting a towel to wipe, the mist clouded my eyes, and I laughed.

This is me, my friends, my life, and I have to handle it myself.

The author has something to say: Since the weekend of last week, the review intensity has been intensified. I have almost no time to update the text, so I can only take a few hundred words in the rest time...

Double-tasking makes me so tired! ! ┐(TT)(TT)ノ

I will smooth out my thoughts and update the article in June. At that time, I will have plenty of time and energy, and this situation will not happen now.

Tears run away~~~~~The next one may be on the weekend~~~~~~~~

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