Furball Breeding Rules

Chapter 29 Xiao Shen ~~

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The way Ting made his voice was very unfamiliar, the mouth, tongue, and throat seemed to be separated, and the words popped out one by one, awkward and jerky, and his voice was soft and soft, and he couldn't hear Ting talking unless he listened carefully.

The young man's pretty face was full of novelty, but he was also somewhat frightened by this strange change in himself.

Xiao Shen slightly bent his lips, moved his mouth in a daze, and uttered a few monotonous and repetitive sounds like um, ah, ah.

He seems to have forgotten what he said just now, and he doesn't know how to pronounce the exact language.

Thorn blinked innocently, telling its keeper with his eyes that Thorn could no longer speak.

If the other party still asks him to continue talking, it is simply making things difficult on purpose.

All of Thor's cognition about human beings comes from his imitation learning. At this moment, there is nothing to imitate that makes noise around him, so Thor can't learn it even if he wants to.

Xiao Shen stopped at the right time. After all, asking Ci to speak immediately is like forcing a crawling baby to walk immediately. Ci still needs a process of adaptation and acceptance.

Thinking that the most likely reason for Thor's rush to speak out was because he was worried about himself, Xiao Shen felt a warm current surge in his heart.

Asking a little hedgehog who knows nothing to worry about himself is like a human being who doesn't know what's good and what's wrong.

Xiao Shen rubbed Ting's head, and slightly scratched the small spikes under Ting's earlobe with his fingertips.

Trembling and shrinking back like a conditioned reflex, it's so itchy.

In human form, he only has these two pointed thorns left, which are still growing on the edge of the earlobe. He is very sensitive to his own touch or others, so the thorns basically will not touch the thorns.

Thorn glared at the breeder, hoping that the breeder could understand what he meant by refusal.

Be restrained, don't rub his thorns.

Apparently, the breeder didn't seem to understand the meaning he conveyed correctly, Xiao Shen just acted like a baby, and was a little bit shy.

The time spent together was only 5 minutes, and Xiao Shen asked the housekeeper to take Ci out of the bedroom.

Sting was scratching at the door outside the bedroom, as if he didn't understand what the breeder meant.

What, touched the earlobe that is so sensitive to thorns, and the thorns disappeared after wiping it off?

Thorn thought that the breeder was bullying him, and his mood became bad.

He walked back to his room angrily, once familiar with the second time, when he stabbed in the door, he looked at the door carefully before entering, and did not bump into anything because of the blurred vision.

At noon the next day, Ji Rare lost his temper and stood outside the door scratching at the door.It was not his own door that was scratching, but the door of the breeder's room.

Mi Xiu came up, very surprised,

"Why did you scratch the door?"

Mi Xiu didn't come yesterday because he had something to do, so he didn't know that Thorn would speak.

Seeing that Tin's fingers were turning red, he couldn't bear to stand by and watch, so he simply pulled Tin to his side to stop Tin's crazy behavior.

"what happened?"

Two dark flames were burning at the bottom of the eyes, and suddenly a word came out of his mouth.

"bother."

Mi Xiu: "..."

After reacting, he looked at Thorn in surprise: "Huh?"

The thorn can actually speak? !

The joy is greater than the surprise, no matter what the stab says, Mi Xiu wants to lure the stab to say something more.

Thorn was very troubled, reached out to push Mixiu, squeezed two words awkwardly: "...Go, go away."

Thorn's voice is very low, and Mi Xiu needs to concentrate to hear this hard-won voice.

The assassin doesn't care about Mi Xiu's expression, he is blocked outside the door, his pretty face is almost wrinkled into a little bun.

He was very persistent in wanting to meet the breeder, and he had already met him, so why did he let the thorn come out alone so as not to meet him?

Mi Xiu silently watched for a while: ...

The picture of stabbing and scratching the door is very similar to the picture of a cat persistently scratching the door when it is locked out. It is a bit funny, but also a little emotional.

woohoo-

Still scratching the door.

Mi Xiu grabbed Tick's wrist and paused the repetitive action of Trick, and looked down at the boy's red fingertips: "Don't you know it hurts?"

He also said: "Out of consideration, Your Majesty didn't meet you because he was worried about infecting you with the flu. After your Majesty recovers, it will naturally be the same as before."

Stretching his fingers, Mi Xiu stared at the red and clean finger pulps, thinking that luckily he didn't scratch anywhere.

He was worried, and continued to ask that sentence: "Does it really hurt?"

Blinking, Hei Lingling's eyes are pure blankness

Mi Xiu shook his head: "Your Majesty must be very willing to see you, and we will be together outside the house, Your Majesty."

With his eyes downcast, although he has accepted this statement steadfastly, his expression is still visible to the naked eye.

Mi Xiu coaxed Ci a few more times while it was hot, and finally went to the kitchen downstairs to ask the housekeeper to make a cup of milk tea and bring it up, and Ci gave in temporarily with the warm, fragrant milk tea.

You must know that the thorn is very stubborn. He looked back at the breeder's door three times a step at a time, reluctantly holding a milk tea straw, and when he returned to his room, he opened "Butterfly and Lion" to watch as usual.

Mi Xiu took out the ointment and applied it to the red fingertips of the thorns. He was surprised to find that this time the thorns did not watch the video quietly as in the past, but actually imitated.

"Lion," Thorn frowned, waited for the next longer line to pass, and repeated the shortened line of Butterfly's next line, "Really...do you want to leave?"

The boy imitated the butterfly with a flexible and vivid tone, because he was not very proficient in the use of the language system, he spoke intermittently, and his voice was awkward and jerky.

Thorn is immersed in the fun of imitating dialogue, his tone is very light, and his voice is soft and soft.

Sometimes he would pause for two or three seconds when encountering a difficult-to-pronounce word that he was not used to, vaguely mixed the sound of the word, and continued to imitate the next sentence easily.

Little brains are simply not too smart.

Mi Xiu: "..."

Ci felt happy, sipping milk tea in small sips, skipping lines word by word.

He even squinted his eyes, lay comfortably on the sofa, and stared at the subtitles of the animation without changing his eyes. He didn't stop until he finished imitating the lines of an animation for 25 minutes.

The milk tea cup is also empty.

Licking his lips, he stuffed the cup of milk tea into Mi Xiu's hand, his dark and moist eyes revealed longing.

He can only drink one drink on weekdays, but he has already drank his second glass today.

This broken habit gives Sting the feeling of having a third or even fourth cup.

Ci urged softly: "Drink..."

Mi Xiu laughed, from forgetting to respond to just giggling.

Although Ting spoke very softly because he was not used to the way of speaking, Mi Xiu was so flattered that his eyes were a little moist.

Even if he is punished by His Majesty another day, he still wants to follow his selfishness to satisfy the assassin's wish at this moment.

Thorn is so obedient and has made such great progress, so what's wrong with making an exception and rewarding him with an extra cup of milk tea?

So Mi Xiu faced the housekeeper's strange gaze, and asked for a cup of taro mash Bobo milk tea under the pretext that he drank it himself.

Xiao Ci got his third cup of milk tea today, his eyes were shining like little stars in the sky, which made Mi Xiu cute.

A cup of milk tea can coax a good thorn, who else is easier to raise than a thorn?

Shi did not learn to draw or write today, but has been imitating the lines of cartoons repeatedly.

Mi Xiu was very happy when he was surprised at the beginning, as if he felt a sense of satisfaction from seeing his hard-earned cub working hard to learn babbling, but as time went by, he wanted Thorn to stop and rest, but Thorn seemed to be stuck.

One hour.

Two hours.

Three hours.

four hours.

The stabbing did not stop talking for four hours, and continued to read without noticing that his voice was hoarse.

Mi Xiu was once again frightened and distressed by the subconscious repeated stereotyped behavior of stabbing.

"Little Thorn, we can rest now."

He thought for a while and said, "I haven't slept in today's afternoon nap, and I can eat after I wake up."

Thorn reached out and rubbed his eyes, raising his blurred and dazed gaze.

He put down the hot board after the light board was turned off with low battery, and handed the light board to Mi Xiu to signal the other party to take it for charging, while he lay quietly and softly on the sofa, tucked his hands and feet under the quilt, and slept with his eyes closed.

Mi Xiu breathed a sigh of relief, and originally wanted to wait for the stab to fall into a deep sleep before getting up, but within a few seconds of closing his eyes, the stab pushed him, urging him to charge quickly.

Mi Xiu just got up, and Ji soon fell asleep.

The doctor was arranged to come over the next morning. Although Shi was reluctant to come into contact with strangers, he still endured it.

Accepting the examination in silence, he uttered a few difficult sounds to cooperate with the doctor.

Before Chi was about to get impatient, Mishusai gave him milk tea and went out with the doctor in a low voice to talk about Ci's situation.

Although Thorn has the ability to imitate language, he is still not used to using voice to communicate with people.This long-standing habit has to be changed slowly over time. Due to the long-term repeated stereotyped imitation caused by high-functioning autism, his language organization ability has grown rapidly due to muscle memory. There are advantages and disadvantages, and it needs to be properly guided by humans.

It was just after evening and it was completely dark.

After waking up from sleep, he took a simple wash and had dinner. The housekeeper prepared a glass of rock sugar pear juice for him to moisten his throat. The sweet taste made him like it.

Reciting the animated lines for so long every day, the piercing throat will be more or less oppressive, but it is unrealistic for an autistic patient who is completely immersed in repeated imitation to stop immediately.Now we can only improve the situation and strive to reduce the four hours to half.

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The rigid and repeated imitation learning behavior did not last long, and he fell ill two days later.

The reason is that at night, the thorn cat looks up at the dark sky outside the balcony, so as to catch the cold.First catch a cold and sneeze, and then cause a low-grade fever, with a sleepy complexion, unable to cheer up.

The first person who realizes that he is sick has to stab himself. It is not the first time he is sick, and he tacitly thinks that being sick is a very common thing.

So the stab didn't tell Mi Xiu that he reduced the time he spent watching cartoons and resumed more than fifteen hours of sleep a day.

If you are sick, you need to sleep more, and the stinger's consciousness told him so, so he fell asleep.

Two days later, Mixiu found that Shi Ci had a tendency to have a high fever.

That day, Mixiu felt that Shi’s voice seemed to be muffled a lot, and saw two blushes flying under his eyelids, and asked him if he was not feeling well, but Shi still looked at him suspiciously, as if asking him why he asked such a question.

When Mi Xiu touched the burning forehead, he immediately asked the housekeeper to invite the doctor over.

Because of the need for a bottle of infusion, Chi was not very willing. He didn't like the feeling of being pierced by a slender needle.

Ci turned over and pulled the quilt to cover his head, and said loudly in a muffled voice: "Don't—"

Xiao Shen had just come out after a complete physical examination to make sure he had recovered from the flu, when he stood outside the door and heard noises coming from the room.

He asked, "Nothing."

Mi Xiu and the doctor turned their heads: "Your Majesty."

After Mi Xiu explained Xiao Ci's illness to His Majesty, after confirming that Xiao Ci was not infected but had a fever due to a common cold caused by the cold, Xiao Shen was already sitting next to Ci, and his head was dug out from the quilt.

Stirring his nose, his dark eyes opened a crack.

Xiao Shen pressed his palm against his hot face: "Be obedient first."

Thorn rubbed against the breeder's hand sullenly, and after a while, he reluctantly stretched out his hand from under the quilt for the doctor to prick.

Xiao Shen laughed silently, and confessed to the doctor: "Do as lightly as possible, he is afraid of pain."

It can be seen that although the thorn has a thorn that is not inferior to the lethality of the needle, he is afraid of the needle.

The obedient infusion thorn lay on the pillow and let out a soft and muffled hum. He hit the breeder softly with the other hand.

"Okay...annoying..."

Due to the fever, the pierced face, neck, and ears were all red.

Xiao Shen stroked the young man's soft hair: "In the future, when you get sick, you should make it a habit to tell everyone. If you get sick, you should see a doctor. Do you understand?"

Thorn does not understand.

He turned over his face on the pillow, and there was a red mark on the other side. His sleeping position was not very good, but it was cute.

Dazzling said to his keeper brightly: Shouldn’t he sleep when he is sick? It’s good for their thorns to sleep.

But the breeder always looked at him calmly and tolerantly, squinting his eyes, and was forced to accept this human setting.

Being a human is really troublesome. In the past, no matter what happened to the thorn, the owner would not interfere with the thorn.Now that I have changed to a breeder, I learn more and more things every day, not to mention, I even have to take care of sleeping when I am sick.

Annoyed, he stretched out his other hand and hit the breeder a few times without any strength, lightly, as if he was touching someone.

Mi Xiu and the doctor didn't dare to look at this scene, and retreated out the door early.

Xiao Shen was replaying the latest video when Xiaoci infusion was sleeping. This is his rare leisure and comfort.

During the time when he was isolated in the room waiting to recover from his illness, he had been dealing with state affairs. When he came out and touched the thorn, he felt a sense of relaxation starting to relax his nerves and get a rest.

The teenagers in the video repeatedly imitated the lines in the video, and could watch the same episode several times, and Xiao Shen never tired of watching the repeated behavior, as if he wanted to make up for the missed pictures of getting along during the quarantine period by watching the video.

After hanging the water, Ji fell into a drowsy sleep all night, and woke up around ten o'clock in the morning during the day.

He ate and took medicine, and his bad complexion eased a little after he got the milk tea.

The reason for the fever was that the piercing throat was uncomfortable. He only watched two episodes of cartoons and read them, and then opened a drawing software.

Mi Xiu bought this software for him on Guangwang. You can use your fingers to practice drawing and writing on the touch screen according to the imitated notes.

He has been drowsy after taking the medicine, basically holding a bare board to write for a while and then sleep for a while, waking up and sleeping, just after the afternoon, when he opened his eyes after a nap, he saw the breeder beside him.

Xiao Shen came back early today, to be precise, he should have returned to Bailou on time.

Xiao Shen picked up the light board to check the words written by Ci Tiantian. The young man was too sleepy, his handwriting was childish and erratic, and several strokes that were left aside flew off the edge of the screen.

Thorn's study is not hard work, and a large part of his progress is due to the repetitive and rigid behavior.Not by heart, but by muscle memory.

A sick teenager accepts human things because of a lot of repetitive muscle memory learning. Sometimes I don’t know whether it’s luck or a sense of distress.

And Thorn didn't feel that there was anything wrong with such behavior.

He rubbed the pillow, stretched out an index finger and wrote a not-so-distorted tattoo on the light screen.

The stab was a little proud, but the dropped fingertips paused for a long time on the next word.

He looked at the breeder suspiciously, grabbed the breeder's hand, tapped on the screen, and then pointed at him.

"what……"

Xiao Shen saw the meaning of the stab at a glance.

He said in a low voice: "I won't bark."

Xiao Shen curled up his slender index finger and wrote the word Xiao Shen in the blank space of the light screen, with complicated and unfamiliar strokes

Let Thorn see straight frown.

Xiao Shen grabbed the piercing hand and put it between the writing: "Xiao (xiao) Shen (shen), write it again."

Ci hooked the breeder's finger and scratched angrily to express his dissatisfaction, but he still seriously traced the breeder's handwriting.

Is this the breeder's name?

%!&^@ He silently recited it in his heart.

"%!&^@..." came out.

Xiao Shen's eyes fell on the crooked handwriting on the screen, he couldn't laugh or cry: "Speak human."

I was so angry that I wanted to hit someone again.

"Xiao...%! *shen"

Although it was annoying, Ke Ji still read it from his mouth accurately.

Is this the breeder's name?

Ci didn't even remember the original owner's name. Speaking of which, he also had a name, but he seemed to have forgotten it.

Xiao Shen, Xiao Shen?

Stimulating subconsciously to continue to perform repeated stereotyped behaviors, that night Xiao Shen suddenly felt as if there was something on the bedside.

He turned sideways and opened his eyes. Under the dim light, Thorn, who didn't know when he ran in, was squatting on the floor, with his arms folded on the edge of the bed, his eyes as black as obsidian shimmering.

Xiao Shen was dumbfounded, and raised his forehead and asked, "What are you doing here in the middle of the night without sleeping?"

Blink.

He doesn't do anything.

The boy's lips moved, and he called softly, "Xiao~~shen~~~"

He simply came over to read the name of the breeder, just like he could read the lines for hours.

"Xiao~shen~"

"Xiao? Shen?"

"Xiao—shen—"

Xiao Shen: "..."

The author has something to say:

Ci squatted at the head of the bed and looked at everyone shiningly: Thank you~ thank you~~ big~~~home~~~~

Not too comfortable, slept for a while, woke up late, and updated later, thank you Dakar!

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