2: Recognition

The sky had completely darkened. Watching Shen Ying silently get up and return home alone, Qingyang's heart couldn't help but ache repeatedly.

As if to alleviate the cold atmosphere, Shen Ying deliberately turned on all the lights in the house and turned the TV volume to maximum.

In the courtyard, after thinking for a moment, Qingyang finally decided to crawl through the crack in the door to keep her company.

Although he had now become a snake, even so, Qingyang was unwilling to see his wife alone.

In the living room, Shen Ying was curled up on the sofa, covered with a thick quilt, her eyes vacant as she watched the TV news.

Qingyang also crawled under the sofa, keeping her company while watching the news.

【Evening News: Yesterday in the Bashu region, four pandas rarely descended from the mountains simultaneously. The male panda among them was twice the size of a normal panda.

After rushing into a cattle farmer's house, killing and dragging away a cow, it disappeared without a trace. There were no casualties, and an investigation is currently underway.】

【Northeast region: Five Siberian tigers attacked a pig farmer, resulting in the death of thirteen pigs. According to the investigation, the five Siberian tigers are highly intelligent and have already retreated into the deep mountains.】

The news reports with occasional images made Qingyang's gaze gradually become serious.

Because the images of the two animals in the pictures gave Qingyang a sense of déjà vu.

It was like... it was like the feeling he had when he faced the Black Python.

Just as Qingyang was pondering, Shen Ying suddenly picked up the remote control and started changing channels, seemingly annoyed by these reports.

After flickering quickly a few times, a relatively cheerful variety show appeared in Qingyang's view.

But just with that one glance, Qingyang instantly locked onto a sheepdog in the picture.

Although it had its head lowered, its intelligence was clearly different from that of ordinary dogs, and the familiar feeling emanating from it made Qingyang unable to help but focus his attention.

The variety show was similar to a dog trainer program. The intelligence of the black and white sheepdog caused the hosts and the audience to frequently exclaim in surprise.

Towards the end, this sheepdog even raised its front paws and began to write.

When the crooked words "Get lost", "Don't touch me", "Hate this atmosphere", Deng Deng appeared, the atmosphere of the program instantly froze.

Fortunately, the hosts had profound skills and managed to warm the atmosphere up again.

It was at this moment that Qingyang was inspired and quickly swam towards the room.

On the table, the small notebook he usually used for accounting and a pen made Qingyang's eyes light up.

Crawling onto the table, curling his tail, and writing the four large characters "I am Qingyang" crookedly, Qingyang thought for a moment, then flicked his tail sharply, directly knocking the cup next to him onto the ground.

"Crack~"

The sound suddenly rang out, and Shen Ying in the living room instantly turned her head to look.

Carefully picking up a wooden stick, when Shen Ying noticed the black snake on the table, she couldn't help but gasp.

Noticing her panic, Qingyang twisted his head hard, signaling her to look at the words on the table.

But the current Shen Ying didn't notice Qingyang's actions at all. She immediately walked out of the room, picked up the snake tongs, and prepared to catch Qingyang alive.

After several years of being together, Qingyang knew his wife's personality very well.

If he was caught, he would be finished in the next second.

Helplessly, Qingyang could only quickly crawl from the side of the table onto the balcony, ready to run away at any time.

In the bedroom, watching the black snake constantly lying by the window, Shen Ying carefully and slowly approached.

When she came to the table, with an unintentional glance, Shen Ying suddenly noticed the few crooked words.

"I am Qingyang."

"Heh~" With a self-mocking smile, Shen Ying's already red eyes from crying shed tears again.

Just then, Qingyang raised his tail and, using the dew, began to write again.

"I~ Really~ Am Qingyang."

"Clatter~"

The snake tongs fell to the ground. Shen Ying's eyes widened as she looked at the writing on the window, her lips slightly moving.

It was a long time before she managed to swallow with difficulty, looking at Qingyang in disbelief and saying.

"You... are you really A Yang?"

Outside the window, Qingyang nodded vigorously, causing Shen Ying in the room to soften and sit down on the bed.

By the bed, Shen Ying looked at Qingyang outside the window, as if she thought of something. She quickly took out her phone, opened the chat app, and placed it on the table.

"If you are really A Yang, I believe you won't hurt me, right? Even if this is my fantasy, a dream, I am willing to keep sinking into it.

A Yang, come in. I'm right next to you. How about we chat by typing?"

Looking at his wife, who was crying with a tear-streaked face, Qingyang's heart ached.

But in the end, Qingyang crawled back into the house and began typing quickly on the phone with his tail.

The night in the mountains was moist and cold.

But the atmosphere in the room was getting warmer and warmer.

Shen Ying sat by the table, talking from time to time. On the table, Qingyang also frequently typed responses.

It was well past midnight when Shen Ying finally accepted the fact that her husband had now turned into a young python.

No matter what, having her loved one accompany her in a different form reignited hope in Shen Ying.

With her mind completely relaxed, Shen Ying, due to her previous grief, lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

As for Qingyang, he also carefully lay beside her, rubbing his head against her neck, and peacefully fell asleep.

...

In the early morning, as everything revived, Shen Ying suddenly sat up from the bed. Feeling the coldness on her neck, she was startled at first.

After her mind fully cleared, Shen Ying was not afraid of Qingyang at all. She even stroked Qingyang's head and said with a smile: "Get up, get up."

Slowly opening his cold vertical pupils, Qingyang looked up at Shen Ying's face, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes.

Because Qingyang was accompanying her again in a different form, Shen Ying's originally sad mood was somewhat comforted after waking up.

For the entire morning, Shen Ying kept Qingyang hanging around her neck or on her arm, reluctant to separate.

But when it came to eating, it made Shen Ying difficult.

"A Yang, why don't you try the food first?"

Tentatively picking up a potato strip, Qingyang also cooperated by opening his mouth wide and biting into it.

But in an instant, Qingyang directly spat it out and quickly typed: "You eat. I'm not used to it. I'll find something I can eat."

Just then, on the big tree outside the door, a little bird chirped incessantly.

At this moment, Qingyang seemed to think of something and immediately typed: "Bird eggs. I should be able to eat bird eggs. How about you put me on the tree outside, and I'll try?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Ying didn't bother with eating. She then picked up a ladder at the door, climbed up the tree without a word, and took two bird eggs down the ladder.