Furry Feeding Diary

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Song Xiaole broke out in a cold sweat.

He looked at the cashier in panic, the cashier's gaze was as sharp as a cat, Song Xiaole thought: If his tail is still there at this moment, it must be tightly clamped between his hind legs.

He swallowed and summoned up the courage to ask, "What do you mean?"

"What are you afraid of? I won't eat you again," the cashier sat back on the high stool, tore open a bag of spicy dried fish, and chewed leisurely. He looked Song Xiaole up and down, and said with a smile: "It's a good luck to be reborn on a good skin. Who is that handsome guy from you a few days ago?"

"Owner."

The cashier frowned suddenly, "Master? Are you playing so wild?"

Song Xiaole didn't understand.

He put Song Dingding into the soft bag, secretly clenched his fists, and asked nervously, "Did you...become a human too?"

"Yeah, three years ago I was reborn on the body of a young man who had a car accident, and now I work in a pet hospital. Here, you have seen it too." He pointed to the badge on his body.

Song Xiaole noticed the name on the badge, Wen Jia.

"Then you were before?"

"Cat, a puppet cat worth six figures," Wen Jia shrugged, his eyes proud: "Have you seen it? Little dog."

Song Xiaole shook his head, he was a little dissatisfied: "How do you know I'm a dirt dog?"

Wen Jia glanced at Song Dingding, then at Song Xiaole, and said with a smirk, "Obviously, you are the same kind."

Without Song Yanchu beside him, Song Xiaole couldn't get angry at all. He was timid, so he could only pout his lips and retort in his heart.

We are not called soil dogs because of the soil. It obviously means a local dog breed. We also have a name called "Chinese Garden Dog". Hmph, what's so great about a puppet cat?Are you loyal to us?Can you watch the house?Do we have the ability to survive?

Song Xiaole snorted indignantly.

When Mr. Song comes back, I must sue him, Song Xiaole thought.

"What are you humming?" Wen Jia glanced at him.

Song Xiaole covered Song Dingding's ears and held him far away, so that the young Song Dingding would not hear Wen Jia say anything that hurt the dog.

"Then you know...why do we become human?"

"Because I have nostalgia for human beings, I don't want to die, or I have some unfulfilled wishes related to human beings. If my obsession is too deep, I will be reborn as a human being."

Song Xiaole had a half-knowledge, "How did you know?"

"I've met several like you, a Labrador, a German Shepherd and a Teddy, all turned into humans after death, and that Labrador is already living in the human world For more than ten years, she told me."

"Why did she turn into a human?"

"She is a police dog, and she lived and died with her trainer. She has a deep relationship. After retiring, she always wanted to see her trainer, but she couldn't see her. She couldn't eat or sleep. Her body organs gradually failed. Finally, She died in depression, and later she was reborn as a girl, and tried every means to find her trainer. After meeting, she finally got her wish. By the way, she is also a trainer now, working with her trainer back then. colleagues."

Song Xiaole was very moved, "That's great."

"What about you? Who can't you forget?"

Song Xiaole shook her head and said regretfully: "I don't forget anyone, and I don't have that or that obsession you mentioned. My old master didn't treat me very well."

"Really? Then why did God arrange for you to be reborn?"

Song Xiaole also fell into doubt, "I don't know."

Maybe God sees me as pitiful, so he will give me alms when I meet such a good person as Mr. Song in this life?

"You seem to be doing well now," Wen Jia said.

Song Xiaole nodded shyly, put her hands on the counter, "Very good, very good, there is no better day than now!"

Wen Jia was stunned, his eyes showed a trace of confusion and envy, but he quickly coughed lightly, and changed his eyes to the original arrogance, for fear that Song Xiaole would see his fleeting fragility just now.

Song Xiaole asked: "What about you? Do you have obsession?"

"What does it have to do with you? Don't ask." Wen Jia said fiercely.

Song Xiaole murmured softly: "It's really rude."

"Okay, you can go back, it's so hot, I feel annoyed when I see you in black clothes."

"Oh." Song Xiaole left the pet shop with Song Dingding in his arms, and he came back before closing the door, and took out his mobile phone awkwardly, "Can I leave your phone number?"

Wen Jia nodded in agreement.

Song Xiaole handed over the phone embarrassingly, "I don't know how to operate it, come on."

Wen Jia snorted lightly, "Why do you look so stupid?"

Song Xiaole was ridiculed again inexplicably, and he defended himself: "Because I was reborn on a homeless man sleeping in a bridge hole, but it may not be his fault, but my own problem, but Mr. Song has already found a teacher for me to teach me to read." Recognition, I already know a lot of characters, I can count, I still have a job, I can earn 3000 yuan a month, you shouldn't laugh at me like this, it's very rude." Song Xiaole said seriously.

Wen Jia narrowed her eyes, and it took a long time to recover after listening to it, and then laughed.

Song Xiaole was very dissatisfied, he thought, he must tell Mr. Song.

He took the phone angrily, and left the pet hospital with Song Dingding in his arms.

Back home, he warmed the goat milk for Song Dingding as usual, and then went to work. He still missed Mr. Song very much. After hearing about Labrador, he missed Mr. Song more and more. Every minute and every second together, he doesn't want to have any more regrets.

The next night, he was sitting in the living room eagerly waiting for Song Yanchu to come back when he suddenly received a text message from Wen Jia.

[I just thought of a question, do you mean master simply by master? 】

Song Xiaole read it for a long time but didn't understand what this sentence meant.

[I just suddenly thought that with your IQ, you probably don't know what the meaning of master is. 】

[Wait, Song Xiaole, do you still think of yourself as a dog? 】

Song Xiaole was stunned.

[Fool, you are a human being now, and the identity of a dog is already a matter of the previous life!In the next few decades, you will live in this place with the appearance and behavior of human beings. You have to slowly adjust your cognition, and you have to brainwash yourself. You are now a human being, not a dog. !do you know? ! 】

Song Xiaole slowly typed in pinyin, poking the phone screen again and again.

[But I am a dog, I have been a dog for 12 years, I am not a human being. 】

Before Wen Jia could reply, there was a knock on the door behind him.

Song Xiaole immediately jumped off the sofa and threw herself into Song Yanchu's arms. Song Yanchu also put down the suitcase and hugged him.Song Xiaole stood on tiptoe, tightly wrapped around Song Yanchu's neck, and said aggrievedly: "Mr. Song, I miss you so much."

"I miss you as well."

Missing spewed out the moment he touched Mr. Song, Song Xiaole sniffled, and there was a cry in his voice: "Mr. Song..."

Song Yanchu didn't expect Song Xiaole's reaction to be so big. He quickly hugged Song Xiaole up, sat on the sofa, and coaxed softly: "It won't happen in the future. If I go on a business trip in the future, I will take Xiaole with me. Xiaole wishes Don't want to travel with me?"

Song Xiaole nodded fiercely, "Yes, as long as I can stay with Mr. Song all the time, I am willing to do anything."

He buried his face in Song Yanchu's neck, extremely coquettish, now Song Yanchu has become the one being manipulated, as long as Song Xiaole hums casually, he can't wait to hold all the treasures of the world in front of him.

When Song Yanchu was taking a bath, Song Xiaole was still guarding the door. When the door opened, the steam hit Song Xiaole's eyes, and when his eyes cleared, he saw the buttons of Song Yanchu's pajamas that hadn't been fastened yet.

The exposed abdominal muscles were clearly defined, Song Xiaole was stunned, and couldn't help reaching out to touch her stomach.

Song Yanchu was amused by him, and reached out to touch it.

Round and soft.

Song Xiaole was very frustrated.

Song Yanchu whispered in his ear: "It's okay, I like Xiaole's belly very much."

"I eat very fat."

"Not fat, not fat at all."

Song Xiaole's height is 1.7 meters 120 and weighs [-] kilograms. She is not considered fat at all, but compared to the previous thin and bony, she is indeed much rounder now.

Song Yanchu went to look at Song Dingding, and Song Dingding leaned his little head on Song Yanchu's palm.

"Have you been vaccinated?"

"Ah."

"Xiao Le took good care of Ding Ding, awesome, I want to reward Xiao Le with some gifts."

Song Yanchu opened the suitcase, and there were some handicrafts and Song Xiaole's favorite doll inside, "I even bought you a hat. I saw it on the way. The milky white color should suit you very well."

Song Xiaole squatted down, obediently asked Song Yanchu to help him put it on, the milky white hat made Song Xiaole's face rosy, and he smiled foolishly, Song Yanchu's heart twitched slightly.

After Song Xiaole fed Song Dingding the goat milk, she returned to Song Yanchu's bed, rolled twice in Song Yanchu's arms, and said, "I didn't sleep well last night."

"What's wrong?" Song Yanchu looked at him sideways.

"I miss Mr. Song."

Song Xiaole grabbed Song Yanchu's hand and stuck it to his own, the warm skin touched together, Song Xiaole suddenly remembered Wen Jia's words.

[Song Xiaole, do you still think of yourself as a dog? 】

If I'm not a dog, but a human being, is it wrong for me to lie on the same bed with Mr. Song like this?In TV dramas, those who lie on the same bed and embrace each other are couples or lovers.

Song Xiaole got up suddenly, a little panicked.

He was very torn, he wanted to sleep with Song Yanchu, but felt that his identity was wrong.

Song Yanchu put him in his arms again, "What's the matter?"

Mr. Song's embrace was so comfortable, Song Xiaole allowed himself to be presumptuous again, he hugged Song Yanchu's waist, and pressed his whole body against it, he asked in a low voice, "Mr. Song, have you ever hugged anyone else like this before?"

"No, I just hugged you like this."

"What about after that?"

Song Yanchu was a little surprised when Song Xiaole asked such a question, thinking that he might have watched too many romantic dramas.

"In the future... it depends on whether Xiao Le is willing to let me hug her?"

"willing!"

Song Xiaole hugged Song Yanchu tightly, he had a very selfish thought, so selfish that he was not like himself.

He thought: Mr. Song, only I can hug him, and no one else is allowed to hug him.

The next morning he was woken up by a series of ringtones. Song Yanchu was not around, and he was probably cooking breakfast in the kitchen. Song Xiaole fumbled for a long time before he found the phone. When he clicked on it, Wen Jia's voice rang out from inside.

"Song Xiaole, you dare to ignore me! I sent you so many text messages, but you didn't reply any of them!"

Song Xiaole woke up suddenly, sat up and apologized: "I'm sorry, Mr. Song came back last night, I don't have time to reply you."

Wen Jia was obviously silent for a few seconds, and he asked, "You already have that?"

"Which one?"

"That's right, um...that's... eh, I don't know how to say it."

Song Xiaole was confused.

"Let me ask you, what is your relationship with your Mr. Song now? How does he usually treat you?"

"He treats me very well. He cooks for me, makes cold drinks for me, studies with me, and sleeps with me in his arms."

"That's it?" Wen Jia thought for a while and asked again: "Did he say he wanted you to be his boyfriend?"

Song Xiaole was stunned, "What boyfriend?"

"You and him are doing what human couples do! Which owner have you seen treat his pet like this? You can understand clearly that you think you are a dog, but in his eyes, you are not a dog, you are a dog. A real person, what he likes is a person, do you understand?"

Song Xiaole panicked, "But, but I'm just a dog, I just became a human, I—"

"That's right, you have become a human being, you are a human being, and you will live as a human being for the rest of your life for decades. You can't keep doing this, you will be exposed, and people will suspect you."

"I worked very hard to learn human skills."

"Not enough, at least for your relationship with Mr. Song, it's not enough."

"Mr. Song knows that I am a little dog. He knows it. He is not surprised at all after hearing it. He can accept it."

"real or fake?"

"Really, he knew a long time ago that Mr. Song knew that I was a puppy, and he still treated me well."

"Then I have nothing to say."

"I don't think it's as serious as you said, but thank you, Wen Jia." Song Xiaole was very optimistic. He said, "I was a dog for 12 years in my previous life. Although I was beaten and scolded, I finally froze to death in the snow. But I still think it’s good to be a dog, because I can meet a master like Mr. Song.”

After hanging up the phone, Song Xiaole flipped through the text message sent by Wen Jia. Wen Jia exaggerated the consequences very seriously. Song Xiaole was terrified when he saw it, and subconsciously wanted to ask Song Yanchu for help, but when he turned around, he saw Song Yanchu standing at the door of the room.

Song Yanchu frowned slightly, his eyes were dim.

"What were you talking about?" he asked.

What did Song Xiaole say in his previous life?

Song Xiaole was puzzled, put on her slippers and walked over, wanting to get into Song Yanchu's arms, but Song Yanchu took a step back and suddenly avoided Song Xiaole's hand.

Song Xiaole looked at her empty hand, and suddenly remembered Wen Jia's text message.

[Humans will only think you are a monster, no one will like monsters, they will only catch you and destroy you. 】

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感谢在2022-07-1621:51:20~2022-07-1710:00:31期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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