After Ming Fang left, Han Momo accompanied Xiao Bai and fell asleep on his arm on the edge of his bed.

She seemed to be dreaming about some kind of delicious meal, and saliva flowed from the corners of her mouth and dripped onto Xiaobai's arm.

The gluttonous water droplets rolled along Xiaobai's arm with warmth, gradually staining into his wounds, awakening Xiaobai's pain, and his fingers twitched slightly.

He opened his eyes, and his clear and bright white eyeballs led to black eyeballs, and he looked at this strange place.

When he saw the hanging bottle, he understood, it was the hospital.

What's going on? Why are you lying here?

He turned his head with difficulty, frowning, his head hurting.

Countless fragments of memories fluttered in his mind, and he closed his eyes in agony.

Among them, there is a picture of a Dalmatian dog that is gradually being put together:

The white hair is snow-white, the black spots are pitch black, clean and beautiful.

Strong, lively, generous and decent, with a smart and clever expression.

Particularly vigilant.

But as soon as it saw itself, it wagged its tail happily, and its big sparkling eyes were full of gentle smiles.

Touch.

I named it Petting because I especially like to pet it.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile, this is his closest friend, he has not left since he was very young.

He wanted to remember something else, but his head ached again.

He finally endured the pain and continued to think, but in the clear picture, in addition to it, it was still it.

Only such a smiling dog by your side?

It belongs to the kind of dog that likes to be very athletic, runs quite fast, chases and plays with it every day, and its limbs are naturally as agile as it.

He tried to think of something, and suddenly the scene of the taekwondo gym appeared.

He was wearing a white taekwonxing suit and a black belt-

But wrestling with a Tibetan mastiff?

Is there any mistake that there is no one around you except dogs?

The image in my mind jumped, and I trudged through the woods.

Because the touch suddenly disappeared, I searched all over the mountains and fields.

I heard the sound of touching, but I couldn't find it.

And then, and then......

"Boom!"

His thick eyebrows tightened, and he hugged his head violently, feeling as if his head had been smashed again, and the pain was incomparable, and his body trembled.

Han Momo was awakened by him, looked around with his sleepy eyes, and saw Xiaobai holding his head.

Her eyes immediately brightened: "Are you awake, Xiaobai?" Does it still hurt? ”

He opened his eyes, and his bright gaze was on her.

Her eyes were full of smiles, like smiles to the touch.

"Touch." He muttered.

"Yes, I'm Momo. Scared me to death, you're fine. ”

Momo? Yes, remember, when she was at her hungriest, she gave herself an egg;

When she was bullied by passers-by, she led herself into the house;

She also plays games with her.

She's her best friend now, cuter than touching, the only problem is that she keeps nagging about money.

Even playing games is for money.

But playing games by myself, I've never played for money, I just like it.

Quite like.

Many computer screens appear in his mind.

What she played was much more pompous than her small screen.

However, the fun of playing the game is not in the facilities and scenes, but in the people who grab and race, even if there is only one.

"What do you want to eat? I'm going to buy it. Han Momo touched his rumbling belly and asked him.

It's been a whole day, I've been with him here, and I missed lunch because of a fight with the big head Li, and I missed dinner because I stayed outside the operating room, and now I really can't bear it.

"Pigeon soup." He replied that he was indeed hungry.

"What pigeon soup to eat, I want to eat fried chicken thighs." Han Momo objected.

"Garbage."

"But that's what makes it enjoyable." Han Momo licked his dry lips, he wanted to eat meat too much.

"I just had surgery, so I had to take liquids." He said solemnly.

Han Momo suddenly remembered something, and showed a look of surprise: "You're not a fool? ”

"You're a fool!" He retorted unhappily, when did he be stupid? It's just that I don't care about communicating with people.

This anger touched his nerves, his brain hurt again, and he frowned.

Oh - Han Momo showed a sudden realization, he was a blessing in disguise, and he beat his brain to normal with a stick?

That's not too good!

She jumped up excitedly: "Okay, it's up to you, I'll go buy pigeon soup." ”

Running to the door, she stopped and looked back and asked, "If you can't buy pigeon soup, just chicken soup, right?" ”

"No, I only drink pigeon soup!" He had a tiger face.

Smelly temper! However, for the sake of his own injury, forgive.

She made an OK gesture and ran out.

"Touch. Momo. He muttered, a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Fate? ”