The actor's dog is being stupid every day

Mo Qian went to the United States and asked the doctor herself, but the result was the same. Mo Shen didn't wake up, not even a sign of waking up.

Song Ziqian declined Lin Tingrui's escort, and insisted on leaving the hospital and going home the day he woke up.

The house is still the original house, but the running figure is no longer there.

Song Ziqian opened the door with the key, and when he turned the handle, he paused.

Isn't it a monster... He definitely wouldn't die so easily, maybe he was hiding at home and stealing something to scare himself.

Song Ziqian smiled slightly and opened the door.

Xuanguan is still the same as when he went out that morning. Mo Shen secretly hid a bag of potato chips in the shoe cabinet, and Song Zi found it when he was taking the shoes. What aggrieved look.

Potato chips were confiscated, of course, and got two kicks in the ass by the way.The stolen goods are placed on the top of the cabinet as a warning to others. If you commit a crime again in the future, it will not be as simple as kicking your ass.

Song Ziqian glanced at the bag of chicken tomato flavored potato chips, bent over to change his shoes, and walked inside.

Sunlight slanted in through the entire floor-to-ceiling windows, and the entire living room was shrouded in sunlight. In the beam of light, fine crumbs floated up and down, shining tiny lights.

In front of the sofa in the living room, not on the blanket that Xiaobai used to lie on, not behind the curtains, not in the kitchen, not in the bathroom...

Song Ziqian carried the clothes that he had picked up that day, walked to the sofa and sat down, with the clothes bags casually placed by his feet.

Normally, Xiaobai would jump onto the sofa with his tail flicking, put his head on his lap in a shameless manner, and play with his mobile phone or pad on his stomach...

Quiet...a suffocating silence...

Song Ziqian's eye sockets suddenly became sore, and his fingers pinched the sofa and tightened a little bit, but his face was still indifferent and calm, but the eyeballs were bloodshot.

Isn't it...a monster...

A drop of tear slapped on the carpet in front of the sofa, and was instantly sucked in by the fluffy blanket without leaving any trace.

Song Ziqian had never been to the yard, the yard where Xiaobai's body was buried.

It seemed that Xiaobai would not have died if he didn't look and admit it.

In the next month, Song Ziqian never went out except to attend the award ceremony. If he hadn't promised Mo Shen to take him there, Song Ziqian would never have gone.

After that, I refused all visits, turned off all announcements, didn't pay attention to anything, and just stayed at home.

In this month, Song Ziqian lost a total of twenty catties, his whole body was so thin that he was about to collapse in the wind, and the outline of his face was as thin as if it had been cut by a knife.

I can't eat well, I can't sleep well, and every time I fall asleep in a daze, I seem to hear the cry of Xiaobai in human form.

In less than two hours, I would dream of the car accident that night again, and wake up with cold sweat all over my face and body.

Then, just sit until dawn...

No matter what you do, there is a feeling that Xiaobai is watching nearby, as if he will jump out in the next moment, screaming and jumping around the house.

In fact, it wasn't Song Ziqian's illusion. Mo Shen's soul had indeed been in the yard for a month. For some reason, he could only stay within one meter of the dog's body. No matter what he did, he couldn't get out. That circle seems to have an enchantment set there.

Mo Shen watched Song Ziqian lose weight little by little, but he couldn't do anything.

However, Song Ziqian went everywhere in the whole house, but he didn't come to the backyard. Mo Shen was dying of anxiety. He shouted downstairs every day, during the day and at night, but Song Ziqian couldn't hear him.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! !I'm furious!Why can't you move!Even if I tell Song Ziqian, I'm still here!How thin Song Ziqian has become!

It hurts me so much! !

Mo Shen was angry, especially angry, and raised his hand when he was born, and gave him a middle finger to the sky.

Suddenly, a hole was torn in the space around Mo Shen out of thin air, and the vortex and hurricane inside sucked Mo Shen in in the blink of an eye.

Mo Shen yelled in shock: "Song Ziqian!"

Then completely lost consciousness.

Song Ziqian, who was sitting on the sofa in the room, suddenly heard Mo Shen's voice, was startled, sat up in a daze, and walked out of the French window.

When he walked to the bed, he put his fingers on the button of the floor-to-ceiling window, and after a long while, he still put his hands down.

Song Ziqian lowered his eyes, smiled wryly, turned around, and sat back on the sofa again.

Also...how could he be...

In the second month, Fang Yi saw that Song Ziqian was still depressed and refused to see anyone, worried that something would happen to him, although he personally felt that Xiaobai's death was fine, even people would suffer from birth, old age, sickness and death, let alone a dog.

But Song Ziqian obviously couldn't get out now, and if this continues, something will happen.

After discussing with Jin Mushui, I picked one that looked like Xiaobai most in the pet store, and prepared to give it to Song Ziqian, so as to divert my attention.

Although Jin Mushui didn't quite agree with Fang Yi's approach, but there was really no other way, he couldn't really just watch Song Ziqian sink down like this.

Fang Yi took the dog cage and knocked on the door of Song Ziqian's house.

It's early winter now, but the temperature is always below zero, and the cold wind blows straight into the collar of the man's coat. After standing for a while, Fang Yi's hands are already numb from the cold.

After a long time, Song Ziqian went downstairs and opened the door, he only opened it a crack, apparently not wanting Fang Yi to enter.

Fang Yi didn't care so much, he just squeezed the door and went in. Who knew that the air conditioner was not turned on inside, and it was actually colder than outside.

This huge villa is as cold as an ice cave.

Fang Yi put down the dog cage, rubbed his arms and changed his shoes: "Ziqian, why don't you turn on the air conditioner in such a cold day?"

Song Ziqian lowered his eyes and closed the door: "It's upstairs."

The voice is low and hoarse, with obvious nasal congestion, which sounds like a cold.

Fang Yi raised his head, and only then could he see Song Ziqian's appearance clearly. His hair had grown to the ears, and he was emaciated. His pale face and cheeks were flushed.

Fang Yi was shocked: "Why are you so thin!?"

Song Ziqian covered his mouth and coughed: "Is there something wrong?"

Fang Yi: "It's okay, you still have a cold, go upstairs and change your clothes, I'll take you to the hospital to hang water."

Song Ziqian took a step back, avoiding Fang Yi's hand: "I'm fine."

Fang Yi's hand stopped in the air: "You... well, I won't go to the hospital unless I go to the hospital. Is there any medicine at home? At least take some cold medicine."

Song Ziqian: "I..."

Fang Yi raised his hand: "Okay, you're fine, let's stop talking at the door, okay? I'll go to the living room and turn on the air conditioner, and we'll have a good chat."

After speaking, he carried the dog cage and walked inside. If he could not reason with Song Ziqian, it would be more useful not to talk, but to act directly.

Sure enough, Song Ziqian frowned and followed to the living room.

Fang Yi put the dog cage in front of the sofa, turned on the air conditioner, and went to the kitchen to take a look.

Dust has accumulated, and the kitchen utensils have not been used for a long time.

Song Ziqian usually cooks by himself, unless he is really busy and has no time, he will more or less cook by himself.But now, judging by the situation, Song Ziqian hadn't been in the kitchen for at least a month.

No hot water either.

Fang ●Lady ●Yi had no choice but to take off his coat, roll up his sleeves, and boil water.

Song Ziqian sat on the sofa in the living room, frowning, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ever since I heard Mo Shen's cry, I don't seem to have heard hallucinations again...

There is no more, the illusion that Mo Shen is by my side, the loneliness that spreads from the bottom of my heart...

"Aw, ow, woof!"

Suddenly, a familiar whine sounded in the living room.

noob! ?

Song Ziqian's eyes widened sharply, he stood up, and looked around, but he couldn't find the familiar figure.

where?Where exactly?

"Awww~~~"

The voice came from the feet.

Song Ziqian lowered his head, squatted down, and looked at the blue plastic cage.

A one-month-old Alaskan, chubby, is opening its mouth, struggling to get out of the cage.

No, not him.

Song Ziqian sat back on the sofa in disappointment, never wanting to look at the dog again.

After Fang Yi finished boiling the water, he poured a glass, found two boxes of white and black in the kitchen cabinet, and took them out together.

"Come on, take some medicine."

Song Ziqian couldn't refuse, so he had to take it and eat it.

Seeing this, Fang Yi quickly opened the dog's cage and took out the struggling puppy: "Look, Ziqian, is it exactly the same as Xiaobai before?"

Song Ziqian glanced at it and didn't want to speak.

Fang Yi: "How is it? Do you want to keep it?" Then he put the dog on the sofa, wanting to push it to get close to Song Ziqian.

As a result, the puppy seemed to have seen a ghost, and even rolled and crawled back. Fang Yi didn't stop it, and the dog fell back and fell on the carpet, urinating out of fear.

Song Ziqian put down the water glass: "No need, you take it back."

Fang Yi was embarrassed and thought to himself, they are all the same dog, why Xiaobai is not afraid of Song Ziqian, and is very close to Song Ziqian, this one is scared to death.

Xiaobai is Xiaobai, unique in this world.

Song Ziqian saw that Fang Yi was here to give him a dog, and he had nothing else important to do, so he ignored him and went upstairs directly.

Fang Yi sighed, glanced at the dog that had got under the sofa, and sighed again.

Song Ziqian, who went upstairs, stood at the stairs.

Suddenly, I woke up.

Xiao Bai, he definitely doesn't want to see himself like this, he loves to play and laugh so much, if he has been dead, he probably doesn't want to come back.

In the evening, Song Ziqian, who was going downstairs to cook, turned on the light in the living room, only to find that the puppy that Fang Yi sent in the morning was still there, nestling behind the curtain, sleeping with its tail in its arms.

Song Ziqian smiled slightly, turned around and went to the kitchen.

In the United States, a private hospital.

In a certain VIP ward, the quiet instruments inside suddenly gave off an ear-piercing siren. The nurse and doctor on duty hurried over, only to find that all the instruments had returned to calm, a pool of stagnant water.

"drop----------"

"No doctor! The patient's heartbeat has stopped!"