his cat [Rebirth]

Because Chen Banxiao was in a bad mood and only Chongshan was at home, Xing Yingtai was a little worried.So the two hurriedly buried their heads in eating without talking much, and after eating for half an hour, they went back to their respective homes.

It was seven o'clock in the evening when Xing Yingtai came home, which was not particularly late.It was getting dark late in Shengxia, and now there was still a little light, but it was not too bright.After Xing Yingtai opened the anti-theft door with the key, she found that the light in the room was not turned on, and her heart sank immediately.

He remembered that Chongshan hadn't turned on the light when he was sick last time.

Xing Yingtai fumbled to turn on the light and called, "Chong Shan."

When the light came on, Xing Yingtai was stunned.

He saw that the windows in the house were wide open—it’s nothing, in summer even if the air conditioner is turned on, ventilation is necessary, but the screens shouldn’t be opened.

The potted plant placed by the window fell over, and the sofa, floor, and dining table were covered with torn paper scraps and spilled soil. There were traces of cat claws on the mound, like a painter's masterpiece.The [-]-kilogram cat climbing frame bought for Zhaocai was overturned to the ground for some reason, and the house was in a mess, like a strong wind passing through the country.

Xing Yingtai stood there dumbfounded, wondering if thieves had entered the house.He was stunned for a few seconds before he realized, quickly put down his schoolbag, looked around, and shouted while searching, "Chongshan, where are you?"

After a long while, Xing Yingtai heard a faint meow, and he followed the sound towards the kitchen, and finally found Chongshan in a hole under the counter in the kitchen.

Chongshan was even more miserable than the situation at home, the fur on its head was wet, there were three long bloodstains on its back, and its eyes were a little weak.

Xing Yingtai asked in surprise, "What's wrong with you?"

He was a little scared, and stretched out his hand to let Zhaocai come over, but it actually shrank a little inside.

Xing Yingtai stretched out her hand to grab the fat cat hiding in the crevice, because she couldn't see it, she seemed to grab a hind leg in a blur, Xing Yingtai pulled it out with a little force, and then grabbed Zhaocai's abdomen.

Zhaocai's body was covered in ashes and he was dragged out. Xing Yingtai stroked the ashes off his body twice casually, and asked, "Why don't you speak? Are you still Chongshan?"

When Zhaocai hid back just now, Xing Yingtai's heart sank.He was worried that the cat had lost the soul of virtuousness in its body.If this is just an ordinary domestic cat, where is Xing Yingtai going to find Chongshan?

Thinking of this, Xing Yingtai became very nervous, he put Zhao Cai on his lap at a loss, and stared intently for a few seconds.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Zhaocai to roll over on his belly, lay on his lap and began to cry. His eyes were full of tears like yellow glass balls. This is a movement and expression that ordinary cats can never do. .

Xing Yingtai secretly heaved a sigh of relief, holding Zhaocai's neck with one hand, and embracing its hips with the other, he carried Zhaocai to the bedroom, passed the messy living room along the way, and asked Chongshan without looking sideways: "What's the matter?" What's going on?"

He put the dirty Chong Shan on the bed, unscrewed a bottle of mineral water to feed it.But the cat-shaped lucky mouth is too small to cover the mouth of the mineral water bottle.

So Xing Yingtai said: "You change back, or the water will be spilled on the bed."

Zhaocai was lying on the bed with his head down. After a while, the quilt bulged, and a tall young man appeared inside.

The man raised his head and asked Xing Yingtai to feed him mineral water as if he couldn't take care of himself.

Because Chongshan was lying on his stomach, Xing Yingtai could see three long scratches on his back at a glance.

After Chongshan drank most of the bottle of water, Xing Yingtai pointed to his back and asked, "Did you grab this yourself?"

"I can't catch it even if I want to." Chongshan stretched out his hand and gestured, and said, "A wild cat came into the house and fought with me, scratching me like this."

Xing Yingtai said in disbelief: "Won't you throw it out and insist on fighting?"

Chongshan was silent for a while, then he lowered his head again, and this time he put his face directly on the bed.

Xing Yingtai got up to tidy up, thinking that Chongshan would... say in a blunt tone because of such a trivial matter: "Go, I'll take you to get an injection."

Chongshan obediently stood up, began to put on his clothes, glanced at Xing Yingtai secretly, and found that he was a little angry, so he apologized and said, "I'm sorry."

"Where did you go wrong?"

"I shouldn't have messed up the house." Chongshan said, "I still want you to take me to get an injection."

Xing Yingtai said angrily: "Is that so? You usually change people very well, why don't you know who to contact when you encounter serious business. And a wild cat ran in and fought with it..." Xing Yingtai was speechless for a while, and continued, "Have you been a cat for so long that you really thought you were a cat too?"

Chong Shan was taken aback, he turned to look at Xing Yingtai, and then nodded, "That's right."

"..."

Chongshan suddenly hugged his head and squatted on the ground, he said: "You are right, I... Am I really..."

As he spoke, he started to cry again, Xing Yingtai paused, stepped forward to help him up, and said, "Forget it, go get an injection."

Chongshan lay on Xing Yingtai's back and cried, "I can't concentrate recently, and I can't read books for a long time. All I can think about is let you hug me! Hug me! Hug me!"

Xing Yingtai was about to drag him out, but upon hearing this, she hastily closed the open security door.

Chongshan continued to speak surprisingly: "Without the wild cat that came in today, one day I would go out and fight with other cats. I am so annoyed and hot...! I am so weird, am I still a human... "

While talking, Chong Shan rubbed back and forth behind Xing Yingtai in aggrieved manner.As he said, Chongshan was hot all over, his body temperature was very high, and the heart that was close to Xing Yingtai was beating violently.

Xing Yingtai pinched Chongshan's wrist and dragged him in front of him. He looked into Chongshan's red eyes and asked, "Why do you want to fight with the cat?"

Chongshan didn't dare to look into Xing Yingtai's eyes, he lowered his head slightly, thought for a while, and said, "I don't know."

"I know."

"what?"

"Chongshan you," Xing Yingtai said seriously, "it's not strange. It's just that you haven't passed the estrus yet."

"..." Chongshan was stunned and was about to deny it.

Xing Yingtai then said: "Then I have to get an injection. The stray cats outside are not clean. Shall I take you to get a tetanus?"

Xing Yingtai was more torn between whether to go to the hospital or the pet hospital than what kind of injection to get. Later, when he saw Chongshan dressed, he took him to the nearby central hospital.

The hospital had a lot of people, and there were people everywhere. Chongshan hated this kind of crowded place, so he didn't speak all the way.

After receiving two injections at the dog's wound, Chongshan remained silent after returning home, looking a little unhappy.

Xing Yingtai asked: "Does it hurt?"

Chongshan shook his head, paused, and said, "I don't like places with many people."

Xing Yingtai remembered that he was a prisoner in his previous life, and said that he only wanted to live with Yingtai for the rest of his life, and thought of his sensitive and weak nerves, so he had to persuade him: "Just go out once, and stay at home tomorrow, okay?"

Chongshan asked: "Are you with me?"

"Come back when there is no class."

"Well."

However, since that incident, Chongshan's mental condition has gradually deteriorated.

If Chongshan is in good spirits, then he is a very humorous, cheerful, and personable gentleman, who likes to make jokes of appropriate scale with others, and with those smart eyes, people will have a desire to talk to him when they see him .

But as long as he has a bad habit, he can be dark and twisted to a terrifying degree.It was the same this time, for some reason, Chong Shan gradually stopped laughing.Xing Yingtai took time to go home to visit him, and often saw Chongshan sitting in front of the computer alone, staring at the almost blank document in a daze.

Xing Yingtai, who noticed this situation from the side, was a little anxious, but it was useless.If Chongshan's illness could be cured by something other than medicine, he would not be complacent in his previous life, staying alone in his own golden cage without contact with others.

Xing Yingtai sighed inwardly.

Time will pass and the mentality will be different.Before I went to college, I felt that everything in the world could be won through the efforts of both hands.It was later discovered that this was not the case.

Talent is really a wonderful thing.Xing Yingtai is a "good student" in the traditional sense. He listens carefully in class, must get full marks in dictation, and speaks well in lectures. He is more popular than anyone else.But he knew he was at that level.

Let him do translation work like Chongshan, or write novels, Xing Yingtai will not achieve the same achievements as him.

Xing Yingtai couldn't help but think of what Xing's father said to persuade him when he was taking the college entrance examination.At that time, his heart was higher than the sky, and he just felt unconvinced.Now calm down and think about it, in fact, there is nothing wrong with what my father said.

Therefore, Xing Yingtai understands that Chongshan tells himself in frustration from time to time that he can't read books——

Where is it that you can't read the book?Chongshan couldn't write anything.Although Chongshan didn't tell Xing Yingtai, he could see clearly.

Is it painful not to have this talent, or is it more painful to have it and lose it?Either of these could be debilitating.Xing Yingtai felt that Chongshan's poor mental state was also related to his poor writing. Several times Xing Yingtai took Chongshan out of the cold bath water and couldn't bear to say anything.

That day Chongshan was still sitting in front of the desk in a daze.When Xing Yingtai came back, he turned back into a cat and lay listlessly on his master's shoulder.

Xing Yingtai picked up the paper Chongshan put next to the computer, and read:

"...I haven't read for three days, my face is disgusting, I can't see you in person for the time being, crying and chirping."

Xing Yingtai even read out the last three words, her words were calm and her expression was indifferent.After reading, he turned his head to look at the fat cat lying on his shoulder.

Zhaocai pursed his lips and let out an 'ow'.

Xing Yingtai said: "It's the same reason not to exercise for three days. Chongshan, if you change back, I'll take you out for a few laps."

It's not dinner time yet, the sun is shining outside, and there are no people on the sports field.

Chongshan refused to change back into a human body, so he tied a collar around his neck, and Xing Yingtai forcefully dragged him out.

This is the bad thing about being a cat!She will not return to her human body, and she will not even have the freedom to get out.

Xing Yingtai was still on the sidelines comforting: "There is no one at this time, don't worry."

Zhaocai snorted, and hurried away on four short legs. It turned its head and saw that Xing Yingtai had only one umbrella. Under the scorching sun, he cast the shadow on himself, and his heart moved.Zhaocai jumped onto Xing Yingtai's shoulder with a bang, shrank back, and silently asked the master to open the umbrella properly.

Xing Yingtai moved the handle of the umbrella towards him, and said quietly: "Chongshan, I know you can't write an article recently, and you are in a bad mood. But it doesn't matter, don't worry too much."

"...Aww."

"You can use my money, and you are not in a hurry to earn manuscript fees. Although I don't know much about it, the inspiration for writing articles can't be forced. You are so good, you don't need to use anything to prove you. "

The fluffy tail behind Chongshan swung wildly, occasionally hitting the back of Xing Yingtai's head.

The few words Xing Yingtai said were very useful to him.Chongshan became famous at a young age, and his work went smoothly. Later, he wrote several novels, which were unexpectedly sought after by readers.

Chongshan seemed to take such success lightly, but only now did he realize that he still cared about it.

And the approval from a lover also comforts it.

Zhaocai yelled twice, then suddenly lowered his claws and scratched the backpack that Xing Yingtai was carrying twice.

It contained the clothes of Chongshan.Xing Yingtai asked: "Are you willing to leave by yourself?"

"Ow."

When Chongshan came out of the bathroom, they walked side by side on the track for a few leisurely laps.

Chongshan didn't say anything, but his lips curled up a little triumphantly.

As he was walking, Chongshan suddenly felt something hit his calf.He looked down and shouted, "Slow down."

Xing Yingtai stopped and looked at Chongshan suspiciously.

Chongshan bent down and squatted in front of Xing Yingtai, looking at Xing Yingtai's shoelaces that had unraveled unexpectedly, stretched out his hand to figure out how to tie them.

Because Chongshan's seniority is higher than Xing Yingtai's, when he saw him squatting down, Xing Yingtai immediately squatted down too.His unlaced left foot stretched forward between them.Chongshan slowly tied a delicate and symmetrical bow like solving a math problem as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

"..."

After getting up, Chongshan was obviously in a much better mood.He even took the initiative to hold Xing Yingtai's hand, humming a tune as he walked.

"Should moss."

"Ok?"

"I think I'm really stupid."

"How could it be?" Xing Yingtai frowned, decisively.

"That's not what I mean," Chongshan said with a smile, "I was thinking..."

"If I had a chance to choose before I die, should I continue writing novels, or should I stay by your side?"

"There's nothing to say, I will definitely choose the latter. That's why I said I'm stupid. I can't figure out how to put the cart before the horse now..."