Bizarre dreams.

There are large expanses of distorted light and shadow everywhere, and in the changing perspectives, a blurry figure will always appear in countless scenes, and it is so black that people can't see clearly. The storyline is too fragmented to be pieced together, but each scene always gives people endless sadness.

Then, looking desperately at the back of the resolute turn and the resolute departure, with the pain of his heart being clenched, Song Jong-hyuk regained consciousness.

Without opening his eyes for the first time, gasping for breath and breathing, Song Jong-hyuk closed his eyes and recalled the qiē in his dream, trying to get himself out of that sad mood.

His forehead and neck were covered with sweat, and his bangs were wet and sticking to his skin. The face was itchy and a little prickly, and the warm touch made Song Jong-hyuk give up recalling the scene in his dream, and when he opened his eyes, there was a red tongue in front of him!

Song Jong-hyuk was so shocked that his head shrank back suddenly, and his hands were already pulling the quilt up, so that he could see clearly that the red was the tongue of coal.

The little guy probably came up to him and licked his face with his tongue to wake up his master. At this moment, Song Jonghyuk pulled the quilt, its small body was pulled along the quilt, and it had completely lost its balance, with its back to its little face and looking at itself inexplicably.

Song Jong-hyuk was amused by Coal's bewildered expression, and his frightened consciousness was released as soon as he woke up. He collapsed on the bed, his hands stuck under the armpits of the coals, and held the little one in front of him.

The sudden loss of center of gravity and the departure from the flat ground made the coal a little flustered. It kept turning its head, its four little paws fluttering wildly, its eyes widening, and its mouth making frightened "meows".

Song Jong-hyuk quickly flattened his arms to bring the coal closer to his face.

He whispered soothingly, "Hey, wuli coal, it's so cute." Come on, say hello. ”

Xu felt the drop in height, and Xu recognized Song Jong-hyuk's face close at hand. Coal finally seems less panicked.

The dancing paws hung down, and the cat meow in its mouth was no longer emitted, and it stretched its little head forward, trying to move in the direction of Song Jong-hyuk's face.

Seeing this, Song Jong-hyuk hurriedly put down the coal a little more, and the two faces of a man and a cat were only close to each other. Song Jong-hyuk took this opportunity to look carefully at the little guy's eyes.

One royal blue, the other pale yellow, the two cat pupils of coal are like two of the purest gems, attracting people to pay attention to its light. Coupled with the cat's vertical pupils, with the color of the pupils, there is a mysterious charm that makes people fall into it and can't extricate themselves.

Song Jong-hyuk looked a little fascinated, so the kitten quietly stuck out his tongue and gently curled it on Song Jong-hyuk's nose.

Because of the barb on the kitten's tongue, Song Jong-hyuk's nose felt a little prickly, but the soft and warm touch still made him feel very comfortable.

He was excited about the coal's intimacy with him, but he was afraid that the reaction would be too violent and startle this lovely little thing, so he put the coal on his chest, stretched out an index finger and teased: "Come on, coal, lick it again." ”

This coal is really human, and he understands the words, and obediently takes another sip on Song Jong-hyuk's outstretched index finger.

Song Jong-hyuk smiled happily, pulled the coal closer, and rubbed the kitten's head with his face: "Hey Yigu, hey Yigu, it's so cute, wuli coal." "Only rubbing the little thing a little uncomfortable, meowing and meowing, turning around to avoid the excessive intimacy.

After tossing in bed for a long time, Song Jong-hyuk, who was finally addicted to cat slavery, finally decided to get up.

Quietly opening the bedroom door a crack, Song Jong-hyuk struggled to distinguish the movement in the living room. Nothing.

He pushed open the door and limped towards the living room on crutches, followed by the figure of Coal.

In front of the door, Song Jong-ki's shoes changed last night are gone, and it seems that his brother has left.

Song Jong-hyuk was a little disappointed and silently walked into the kitchen. Just as he was about to open the refrigerator to get a bottle of water, the mosquito shield on the dining table caught his eye.

Picking up the mosquito cover, there was a not-so-sumptuous Western-style breakfast on the table: bread, milk, omelette, ham. A note was pressed down on the plate, and the handwriting was Song Jong-ki's handwriting: I went to work. I made some breakfast casually, put the dishes and chopsticks away after eating, and clean up when I come back.

The words were concise and to the point, but Song Jong-hyuk was still very moved. He knew how hard it would take for his brother, who was not a cook, to succeed in making such a simple breakfast.

Instead of eating breakfast directly, Song Jong-hyuk put down his crutches and slowly walked into the bathroom, carefully avoiding the wounds on his body and taking off his clothes.

A body of lean muscles, six-pack abs with sharp edges and corners, and a looming mermaid line, it is considered very white skin, but it does not give people the taste of creamy raw water.

Twisting his head and looking at the bruises on his back in the mirror, Song Jong-hyuk sighed. Now the body can't see the water. He had to wet the towel and wipe his body to comfort him.

While wiping the water stains on his body with a dry towel, Song Jong-hyuk walked out of the bathroom with his upper body naked, walked to the dining table, and sat down to eat slowly.

Suddenly feeling a weight on his legs, Song Jong-hyuk glanced down, and the coal had jumped on his lap, asking about the smell of food, eager to climb onto the table.

Song Jonghyuk smiled, tore off a small piece of bread, and handed it to the coal's mouth. The little thing sniffed carefully, stuck out its tongue and rolled it, and the bread was already in its belly. It was still not satisfied, and still poked its head out and meowed at Song Jong-hyuk, looking like it was waiting to be fed.

Song Jong-hyuk couldn't cry or laugh a little, so he quickly settled his breakfast in two bites, patiently fed the remaining bread to the coal little by little, and specially filled it with a small dish of milk. It was not until there was only a little residue left that the little thing was full of food and let out a satisfied cry. Song Jong-hyuk touched a handful of sweat and secretly decided that he would never be so accustomed to this little ancestor in the future.

Suddenly, the phone rang with a sound. Song Jong-hyuk was stunned for a moment, and quickly got up and went into the bedroom. The coals lay on the carpet, glanced at it, lowered its little head and curled into a ball.

There is no caller's name on the screen, and it is not someone who has been reacquainted in the past few days in the hospital.

Song Jong-hyuk instinctively felt a hint of uneasiness and answered the phone apprehensively.

"Song Jong Hyuk, hello, I'm Park Hyo-min......"

The Great Crisis!!

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