Zhao Miaomiao reluctantly went back to her room to create. Five minutes later, the sound of the TV in the hall disappeared.
Father Zheng walked to the door of his room and coughed, "I'm going to rest, remember to wake me up in an hour!"
"Okay." Zhao Miaomiao smiled very cutely.
Father Zheng happily returned to his room like a child, lay down on the bed and covered himself with the quilt.
Zhao Miaomiao turned her head to look at her computer screen, her eyebrows and eyes curved.
"Puppy, you can bring the original owner back."
"Okay, Master Host." The puppy's voice was a little excited.
Zheng Yi opened his eyes and found himself sitting in front of the computer with his hand still on the mouse, and the original comics were displayed on the screen.
There was a sudden stabbing pain in his chest, and there was a little sweat on his forehead.
Zheng Yi covered his chest with one hand, and lay down on the desk with his forehead propped up with the other hand.
A large number of memories rushed into his mind.
He knew that he was doing it all over again, and he also knew that this time the situation was different from the past.
He gasped and raised his head, staring at the cartoons in a trance, calmed down for a while, then hesitantly got up and walked to Zheng Ming's room.
I don't know why, but at this moment, he still finds it inconceivable, even a little skeptical.
Is this a wonderful dream?
He held the door lock of Zheng Ming's room, twisted it lightly, and opened it.
A man with short hair was lying on the big wooden bed, with a broad forehead and thick black brows.
The somewhat rosy face trembled slightly with the sound of breathing, and a small snoring sounded in the room.
His hair was a little uneven due to the operation, and his once thin arms were placed by his side.
Zheng Yi stood quietly like this, with a wave in his heart, and his eyes changed from hesitation and fear to surprise and emotion.
Next to the bed was Zheng Ming's plush slippers, with a trace of carbon black on them.
He remembered this mark. It was when his father accidentally smoked a cigarette, and the cigarette butt fell on the slipper, scorching a small piece of fur on the shoe.
This is not a dream.
Zheng Yi closed the door, tears streaming down his face.
All of this is true, he was really saved by an unknown person.
His life started anew.
Zheng Yi rushed to the bathroom, turned on the tap, and used cold water to calm himself down.
Those familiar and unfamiliar memories kept swirling in his mind, his heart was full, and something could rush out at any time.
Those things turned into liquid and fell from his eye sockets again and again.
The damage suffered in the previous life is being replaced by other things.
His heart is healing bit by bit.
Zhao Miaomiao and Xiaogou saw in the space that the soul body in Zheng Yi's body gradually became stronger and more substantial, and it was no longer as thin and transparent as before.
His once broken heart is also getting closer and bonding bit by bit.
"I hope he can live happily in the future." Zhao Miaomiao murmured.
"Yes, those who have experienced loss know how to cherish it better.
The joy and touch of regaining lost will be remembered for a lifetime. "The puppy's voice is a little low, and the once boy's voice has become a somewhat mature male voice.
"You evolved again?" Zhao Miaomiao turned to look at the puppy in surprise.
"Ah? No~hahaha~" The puppy's voice was suddenly crisp, and there was innocence in the laughter.
Zhao Miaomiao reached out and grabbed him, staring at him curiously.
The puppy blinked and stroked his fur nervously. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com