Do you know Tang Xin?

A dream about a cat appearing.

Lin Zi remembered that Tang Xin said it on the hospital bed, saying that it was a chapter of a novel he had read.

its eyes.

The protagonist stopped, and the cat crouched motionless in the corner. This was the second time he had seen it.His body was dirty, like a stray cat, but his watery eyes kept following him.His heart suddenly felt so soft that it was about to melt away, never before had any eyes fallen on him so warmly.

He squatted down, thinking whether to take it back, he couldn't even take care of himself, and rashly pulled another cat, when the time came, his friend would howl again.But the cat barked at him in a low voice, and even the voice was very soft, which shattered his hesitation.He stretched out his hand, and the cat obediently put a dirty paw on his palm, trembling, soft, and small.

He felt his heart tremble, showing the same shallow but extraordinarily soft smile.

"You said that you dreamed that the cat turned into a human?" The researcher was a little impatient. He had already checked his mobile phone for the third time, and he had an appointment with his girlfriend for dinner and a movie at night. Now it was dark and he would be late.

Usually, Tang Xin's description is very detailed, which is the greatest help for the work, but right now he only hopes that Tang Xin will end as soon as possible. "What kind of person will he become?" He directly filled in the research report "Shang You Zhi Huan". In fact, he lost interest and patience whether Tang Xin said it or not.

"A man...Southern woman."

"Okay, that's it for today, go back when it gets dark." The researcher packed up the research report in his hand, said a few words before leaving.

It is said that cats are afraid of water.But it was placed in the face plate filled with warm water, but it was very quiet, just looked at him with those watery eyes, let him wash and hold hands dotingly, the small soft palm was pinched again and again, he There was a childlike smile on his face, and he squatted there obediently even when he was drying his hair with a hairdryer.

He pulled a black pillow, hugged the cat on it and sat down, "I'll bring you milk."

Turning around, I went to the kitchen to look for milk, thinking about finding a shallow dish to hold the milk. I passed the cupboard and saw the wall clock on the wall. It was already twelve o'clock so late.

There was a muffled sound in the room, and his hand for pouring milk froze for a moment. He forgot that animals are not very peaceful, just like people.Put down the milk and go back to the room, "Naughty--"

His voice paused at the throat.

There is no sign of the cat in the room, the black pillow that belongs to it is still on the bed, but the person using the pillow at the moment is a person.

With his back to him, his upper body was bare, his lower body was wearing white home trousers, and he was barefoot, holding the black pillow in one hand. There seemed to be bursts of dazzling light around him. He opened his mouth, and the voice that came out was even louder than himself. Feeling dry, "...who?"

The man turned his head, that face.

She was dumbfounded, watching him walking towards her with bare feet, with a slight aroma of her usual body wash and gray hair.

Gray hair, like a cat.

The man reached out to touch his face, and he felt his face was burning hot.

"I want to kiss you."

This man's voice was so soft and gentle, he stretched out his trembling hand to touch his face, and when his hand touched his hair, his heart was filled with emotion: Ah, my cat.

It is impossible to tell the researcher who has been looking at his watch impatiently what is in the dream.

But when Tang Xin was left alone in the waiting room again, he would still be silent about this dream that seemed real and illusory.

No one can imagine the scene of a cat becoming the man they have always dreamed of, and no one can experience the emptiness when they wake up in the morning and find that there is no second person or creature in the room except themselves. I can't imagine the shyness and loneliness when I lifted the quilt and saw the wet trousers that were still warm.

Chen Ling had been standing outside the door, her ears were filled with Tang Xin's extremely suppressed and low-pitched cries from the lounge.

Since then, I have never seen Tang Xin again, and I feel sad at the same time as I am grateful. She wants to know if Tang Xin still cried afterwards.When Lin Zi called, she had only one thought in her mind: Is Tang Xin still as thin as before?

But Chen Ling tried her best, but she couldn't remember Tang Xin's face.

Lin Zi remained silent.

If the name of the protagonist in Tang Xin's story is changed to Tang Xin, who is the person that Tang Xin has always longed for that cat has become.