Furball Breeding Rules

When Xiao Shen was carrying him back to his room, he suddenly opened his eyes, his dark and apricot round eyes were staring wetly, his arms and legs were about to be pushed away subconsciously, but after realizing that it was the breeder, they slowly retracted ,

The prickly hand softened, and it rested weakly on the breeder's shoulder. His fingertips swayed slightly, and unknowingly circled around the back of the breeder's neck.

Thorn was a little dazed, and soon the memories of the day surged into his mind.

The boy scratched the breeder's neck with his fingers, and Xiao Shen put the thorn in his arms back to the sofa in the pet room, pulled the cushion to let him rest on his back, and took his limp, weak, scratching and dangling animal. Hand: "What's wrong."

The piercing lips moved, and the dark eyes looked directly at the breeder.

Xiao Shen's gaze suddenly turned to the stabbed forehead, and he lifted his fingers to uncover it.

On the forehead covered by slightly longer and soft hair, there is a round red mark, which is obviously knocked out.

Xiao Shen put his finger on the edge of the red mark, pressed his lips together, bowed his shoulders and shrank slightly.

Xiao Shen looked at him and said in a low voice, "I don't know if it hurts."

The little guy has a weird temper, but he can really bear it. No matter if he is in pain, cold, hot, sick, or physically uncomfortable, he will never open his mouth.

If Yang Ci had been more thoughtful, he might have knocked himself out of marks all over his body long ago.

Sting glared at him, Xiao Shen ignored Sting's unintimidating gaze and said, "I'll give you some medicine, don't refuse."

The smell of the ointment is a bit pungent, cold and whizzing, and the thorn will hide when it smells it.

He had nowhere to hide, curled up in the quilt, his expression was a little cracked, matching his beautiful and white face, it was a bit funny.

Ci casually hugged the cotton nest handed to him by the breeder, like holding his life-saving straw.

Xiao Shen said, "Be good."

The thorn resisted and resisted. When the breeder applied the medicine to his forehead, he didn't struggle a bit. He didn't make trouble for the breeder. He was obedient and quiet, but the expression on his face seemed to be so sad that the sky was about to fall.

Even though he was about to pick out the thread from the cotton nest in the prick's hand, he didn't struggle a bit.

A slight smile appeared in Xiao Shen's eyes.

Thorns are obedient, but they are also very good at making trouble.

He said: "You go out without saying a word, Mi Xiu is worried about you, and has been looking for you in the building for a long time during the day."

Thorn confusedly raised his eyelashes, and the cotton nest, which was tortured in every way, finally let Thorn draw out a cotton thread with his fingernails.

He watched in disbelief, his fingers hooked, the thread got longer and longer, and the cotton nest shrunk by a small circle in his hand, and it no longer swelled so much.

The thorn was a little anxious, and hurriedly cast a look of help at the breeder.

Xiao Shen didn't respond at first, but he didn't say out loud until Tin grabbed his cuff with his hand and pulled it, "Tin can consider another one."

Thorn shook his head vigorously, shaking himself dizzy.

He collapsed on the back of the sofa panting/breathing, the cotton nest was broken and he fell into a certain anxiety.

Xiao Shen observed silently, and for a moment, took the thin cotton nest, as well as the thread and cotton that had been pulled out, and stuffed them all back under Thorn's dazed and flustered gaze.

Thorn raised his limp and weak hand, with trembling fingertips, clenched the nest that had swelled back again, holding it with a face full of attachment, and at the same time, this attachment was also passed on to the breeder.

Because the breeder helped the thorn to make a good cotton nest, the thorn didn't make a fuss at all during the dinner, and even resisted picking the vermicelli in the shape of a bug.

Thorn ate the dinner he had prepared fairly cleanly. After eating, he washed his mouth and face according to the usual keeper's requirements, and then he obediently lay back on the sofa after finishing all this.

He looked peaceful, with the white cotton nestled in his arms, pulling up the quilt to cover his body well, with half of his face exposed outside the quilt, looking at the breeder who hadn't left yet.

He was too obedient, but the new adventure experience of the daytime, and another topic that the breeder had said, were obviously forgotten by him.

Xiao Shen lowered the sleep light in the room, and peeped quietly in his direction with piercing eyes in the dark.When he looked at each other, Ji pulled up the quilt to cover his eyes.

After repeating such a simple and boring little trick for a few minutes, Ji was already too sleepy to keep his eyes open, his mind began to float, and he became dizzy.

Xiao Shen leaned over slightly in front of the thorn, and lifted his face from the quilt to prevent it from being stuffy.

That night, Shi had many bizarre dreams. For a while, he dreamed that he was in a bright and strange environment, and he could clearly hear insects, birds and people around him, all kinds of strange sounds.

Countless sounds and buildings that are sometimes clear and sometimes blurred are like an open bottomless pit that sucks and pulls thorns, and thorns wake up sweating profusely, and when they wake up, they find that it is already dawn.

Because the curtains in the pet room are shaded and closed 24 hours a day, if you don’t take the initiative to look at them, sometimes you can’t tell whether it’s day or night, and you don’t have a specific concept of time.

He learned the habit of judging the time by looking at the clock on the wall, and it was Mi Xiu who took the trouble to hint him every day. Now judging the time, it is almost noon.

Mi Xiu sprayed water mist on the newly replaced flower branches in the room. Seeing the horrified expression on Thorn's face after waking up, he couldn't help approaching, showing concern: "Why this expression, is it a nightmare?"

The stabbing hair was stunned for a moment, and then he lowered his head to find the cotton nest and hug it first.

Mi Xiu laughed: "Eat something first after enough rest."

Then he said, "Ah, you have nothing to say to me about what happened yesterday?"

Mi Xiu checked Sting's activity records yesterday, and the most likely thing that stimulated him to open the door and walk out quietly was the live broadcast of the lizard man.

He sent this observed information to the Observer in the morning and got a reply soon.

Thorn has the ability to imitate and learn subjectively. What he doesn't know doesn't mean he won't know it all the time. It all depends on whether he wants to learn it or not.

This ability to imitate is stronger than his difficulty in communicating. He may not want to respond to thousands of words with Shi, but once there is something he has seen and is interested in, Shi will subconsciously imitate and learn.

Thorn's ability to accept human activities is a bit slow, and he can't even fully adapt to the habit of eating three meals a day. However, when it comes to daily activities like lizardmen, he will feel like imitating them just because he has only seen them once.

Judging from the experience of observers who have cared for so many aberrant species, a large part of the reason depends on the tendency of species to accept.

Thorn realizes that he may be different from ordinary humans, so after watching the live broadcast of Lizardmen, he will show the ability of the same kind to imitate and learn from each other, and seek the same sense of grouping.

It is a good thing for the thorn to actively explore the outside world, but it makes the person who takes care of him a little bit unbearable.

Yesterday was the first time that Mi Xiu forgot to check the surveillance video in a hurry, and searched downstairs for a long time in a daze.

He squatted in front of the thorn, looking at the beautiful and innocent boy for an explanation.

It doesn't count, at least he can't ignore the person who has taken care of him for a long time, right?

prick:"……"

Mi Xiu: "Huh?"

He was persuasive: "Is there anything you want to express to me?"

He doesn't expect the stab to respond to him, this idea is a bit difficult for the time being.

Shi's face was bewildered, and gradually became numb and indifferent.

Mi Xiu sighed: "Hey."

Thorn didn't want to share his new adventure experience with others, he didn't even disclose the breeder, so Mi Xiu naturally had to queue up a little later.

Mi Xiu took out the exercise book he brought today and was not discouraged.

The hard work and patience required to intervene in high-functioning autism cannot be reversed overnight. He has checked the information and found that compared with other patients with more serious symptoms, thorn has made great progress, like those patients with three to five There is no interference with the progress of the year, and some people even cannot be cured and recovered for a lifetime.

Thorn at least has a reaction to the influence of the outside world, and whether he accepts it after he has a reaction depends on his mood and attitude.

Thorn is indifferent, but he is a little cold, but whoever calls him beautiful, sometimes he is deceived, such as when he is coaxed by a small dried fish that it is a bug, Thorn just accepts the setting that the small dried fish is a bug in a daze, obediently The picture of eating small fish is very cute.

Mi Xiu unfolded his notebook and scribbled. After eating, he read "Lion Butterfly" for a while.

After he caught a glimpse of Michaux drawing a lion from the corner of his eye, he approached him with some surprise.

Mi Xiu's painting skills are good, although he is not a master, but what he has learned is more than enough to frighten him.

Thor has a special liking for the cartoon "Lion Butterfly". Mi Xiu first drew a simple sketch of a lion and butterfly, and only waited for the success to arouse Thor's curiosity and handed him the pen.

Intervention with high-functioning autism needs to be carried out in two ways: behavior and education. Sting can make judgments based on external conditions to imitate learning, which may prove that he can also learn through receiving interesting things.

Mi Xiu picked up the paintbrush and simply outlined the shape of a butterfly, and wrote another tattoo.

Ji held the paintbrush in his hand awkwardly, facing the two new things Mi Xiu added on the white paper, he chose the former without a doubt.

Curiously, he drew a crooked shape that could vaguely be seen as a butterfly on the paper, turning a blind eye to the tattoo next to him, and was completely unprepared to learn.

Shi slightly blinked his dark, apricot-round eyes and looked at Mi Xiu, his eyes full of hope. He liked the lion butterfly painted by Mi Xiu.

Mi Xiu raised his hand and surrendered: "Don't look at me like that, I can't teach you to think about it."

Having said that, Mi Xiu's confidence really swelled today if he could actually get a look of trust and expectation.

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It was rare to have a continuous sunny day outside the window. Although the sun did not feel a little bit warm, the air was still cold, but this did not prevent the housekeeper from tending the plants and trees in the garden downstairs in the afternoon.

Every plant in the desert area is hard-won. The whole garden has been carefully managed by the housekeeper for six years, just to leave a little crisp and green in the garden every winter.

We must know that in a deserted city, a little green represents the hope of infinite continuation, among which the most luxuriant growth is thousands of years old.

As the national flower of Hurley, the thousand-year-old orchid also symbolizes the good momentum of the whole country.The housekeeper hummed a little song and trimmed the green leaves around the garden. In this piece of green, the beauty of the millennium orchid is strong and unique.

Mi Xiu let himself relax on the balcony for a few minutes. He looked towards the garden, chatted with the butler in the air, and then went back into the house, closing the curtains to block out the light.

He walked to the desk in the gloomy environment and looked at Ji, who was still immersed in drawing.

Mi Xiu cleared his throat and told Trick that drawing in dim light is not good for his eyes. After listening to Trick, he blinked his blurred myopic eyes. this.

He raised his forehead, and quickly pushed a simple lion butterfly with childish lines but a complete shape in front of his eyes.

Thor's imitation learning ability is better than he imagined, and Mi Xiu's praise is not stingy at all, and Thor is a little embarrassed to be praised.

Mi Xiu smiled and said, "Are you shy?"

Stabbing avoided Mi Xiu's probing gaze, and immediately snatched his painting back from the other party's hand.

Thorn treasured the painting and folded it up, intending to let the breeder take a look at it when he was with him, and praise Thorn.

In the afternoon, a routine physical examination was arranged for Thorn, and it was enough for the observer to come alone and record the data.

The observer hadn't seen Thor for a while, and when we met at this time, the observer was still gentle and friendly, but Thor's attitude towards him was obviously a lot more rustic than before, indifferent, and occasionally subconsciously avoided him, trying to hide by Mi Xiu's side.

Seeing this situation, Mi Xiu was dumbfounded.

The observer looked as usual: "Just get used to it, I spend too little time with Thorn."

Mi Xiu: "..."

You must know that Thorn resisted him in every possible way at that time, and he was unwilling to take a second look at him. Now the object of this downscaling has been transferred to the observer who once took care of him.

Maybe the cute pet who used to rely on and trust you suddenly treats you as a strange object one day, and it will be uncomfortable for anyone else.

The observer left after checking the thorn and didn't stay for long. Mixiu sent someone downstairs and stood in the garden to help the housekeeper connect the pipes to water the flowers.

Upstairs, in the pet room, Shi still looked at "Lion Butterfly".

After watching episode 10 for only [-] minutes, he couldn't concentrate much.

Ci first picked up the collected drawing paper and unfolded it, staring at the stick figure that he thought was very beautiful, and then carefully folded it.

He conveniently placed the plush that he had worn on the sofa, went into the bathroom, skillfully turned on the hot water, washed his hands and feet again, and then came out, picked up a cotton nest and walked around in the open area.

Ji was a little annoyed, and strange things appeared in front of his eyes uncontrollably.

Those things were aggressively pulled away in his mind with claws and teeth, and he subconsciously walked to the door, and then took a few steps back vigilantly.

Why did Mi Xiu not come back after going out for so long?

The thorns are almost annoying.

The boy holding the cotton nest and scratching it suddenly stopped behind the balcony, and felt the glass door automatically open. He hesitated for a moment, and opened a corner of the curtain.

The bright light outside made the stab dare not take this step.

But Thorn could vaguely hear Mi Xiu's laughter from downstairs, he was annoyed that Mi Xiu didn't come back, but he was also a little frightened and curious.

What is Michelle doing?Why are you smiling so happily?

Stab stood behind the curtain of the balcony until his legs were numb. He heard Mixiu happily call out "Your Majesty", and Stab's radar automatically stood up. Breeder?

The laughter from the garden grew louder, confused, is the breeder downstairs too?

The breeder is back, why don't you go upstairs to see yourself? He drew a lion butterfly today, and he wants to show it to the breeder and then sting it, waiting to be praised by the other party.

Thorn waited a little anxiously, moved his lips, but never made a sound.

Until the fingers clutched behind the curtain trembled.

Xiao Shen raised his eyebrows when he noticed a fluff emerging from the balcony.

Thorn was almost dazzled by the light from the outside world. In a trance, he seemed to see the breeder downstairs, but he didn't seem to see it.

The dazzling light source is like an ocean that submerges Thorn from head to toe, the sound that reaches the ears becomes softer and weaker, and finally the consciousness is blurred, and Thorn sinks into a blankness.

Light and fluttering, he seemed to fly.

The doctor performed a timely examination on the young man in His Majesty's arms, and after excluding the cause of physical pathology, he said: "The vertigo may be due to the sudden exposure to the light source, which made him frightened by the stimulation."

Stabbing Heart said that he was not afraid, since he had done a lot of brave things recently, how could the doctor speak ill of Stabbing in front of the breeder?

This is clearly an insult.

After the doctor left, there was only one person left in the room.

Sting heard his keeper say: "Why so weak."

The thorn is angry again, where is he weak? Is it good that the thorn is like this?

Ji opened his wet eyelashes in a trance, and stared up at the somewhat blurred outline in front of him.

Xiao Shen read the meaning of piercing eyes, and said: "If you are not convinced, refute."

Stirring his lips, the words came to his lips, he pursed his lips, and hesitated.

What did he have to say, the thorn would not speak.

Xiao Shen looked at the boy: "You can talk, try."

Thorn began to hate that the breeder asked him to do things that he hadn't learned, and there were so many things to learn, it was too tiring for Thorn.

Thorn raised his limp hand, and hit it with the hand of the breeder, but he didn't have much strength.

Xiao Shen held the boy's white and soft wrist, put a few fingers on his palm, and his nails were neatly trimmed.

However, there is a small problem with the thorn. When he is restless, he likes to pick things randomly. The flesh of his fingers is tender and soft, and often leaves some small scratches.

Weak and tender, with a strange personality, loves to make trouble.

Xiao Shen stroked the small tip of the thorn that fell on the earlobe, and the thorn opened his eyes instantly, his soft lips were tightly pressed, and his whole body trembled.

Well, it's itchy!

The only two small spikes left on the little thorn suddenly exploded at this moment.

Xiao Shen found it interesting, pinched the little point lightly, rubbed and stroked it with his fingertips.

The small thorn blasted two solitary tiny thorn points, posing no threat.

Head Hurley, who was stroking the thorn, didn't even dare to use half of his strength, for fear of breaking the small thorn.

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Xiao Shen: I just want to bully Cicada, smile jpg.

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