Furry Feeding Diary

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"Mr. Song..."

"Who were you talking on the phone just now?" Song Yanchu's face was serious, his eyes became strange, and his usual gentleness was gone in his tone.

Song Xiaole swallowed so frightened that she couldn't speak clearly, "One, one friend."

"Is it a joke? Is it a TV drama plot?" Song Yanchu reluctantly curled his mouth and calmed down. He looked at Song Xiaole, expecting things to happen in the direction he wanted. He stared into Song Xiaole's eyes and asked, "What do you mean?" You were a puppy in your previous life?"

Song Xiaole was stunned, "Don't you know?"

"what do you know?"

"My identity," Song Xiaole rubbed his cuffs helplessly, he looked up at Song Yanchu, and said, "I told you a long time ago, I was a dirt dog before, and then I became a human. Not surprised, I thought—”

Song Yanchu's complexion instantly became complicated. He just felt that it was so ridiculous that he couldn't react immediately, so he could only avoid Song Xiaole subconsciously.

Song Xiaole's hand fell for the second time, but he still didn't grab Mr. Song's sleeve.

He stared blankly at his hand, then raised his head in disbelief, and met Song Yanchu's eyes full of shock.

"Mr. Song..."

"Are you sure you're not lying to me?" Song Yanchu's voice trembled inaudibly.

"I never lied to you," Song Xiaole's tears flowed out, his throat seemed to be cut by a knife, the pain was so painful that he couldn't speak, he choked up and said, "I didn't lie to you."

Song Yanchu suddenly remembered the day when he brought Song Xiaole back from the relief center. He asked Song Xiaole's name and asked about the past. While talking, Song Xiaole suddenly stood up, went down two steps, stood in front of him, and said solemnly: " I'm actually a puppy."

At that time, Song Yanchu didn't take it seriously, only thinking that he was mentally incomplete, because long-term wandering turned into cognitive impairment.

Is it all true?

Song Yanchu held on to the last ray of hope, he said: "Xiao Le, you are just cognitively impaired, a stray is not the same as a stray dog, you—"

"But I'm not a human being," Song Xiaole cried out, he choked and said, "I'm not, I don't want to lie, Mr. Song, can you trust me?"

Song Yanchu's last hope was shattered.

He heard Song Xiaole chattering, but it seemed to come from another world,

"...I was a dog for 12 years in my previous life. When I opened my eyes after I died, I found that I had become a homeless man. I don't know why. I met a man in the pet hospital the day before yesterday. He said that he and I am the same, he was a cat in his previous life, he told me it was because I have obsessions, I don’t know what obsessions are, I am also very scared, I finally accepted it, Mr. Song, Mr. Song..."

Song Xiaole called Song Yanchu repeatedly, pulling at the hem of her clothes with both hands, as if lost in panic, Song Yanchu habitually wanted to hug him, but just stretched out her hand and then retracted it.

Song Dingding heard the movement, crawled out of the nest, crawled to Song Yanchu's feet little by little, and bit Song Yanchu's slippers.

Song Yanchu looked down at the puppy, then at Song Xiaole.

No matter how calm people are, it is inevitable that they will be confused.

It's grotesque to the extreme.

The little tramp he picked up was the reincarnation of a dog?Not to mention whether he can accept it or not, it is obvious from Song Xiaole's words that Song Xiaole has never regarded himself as a human being.So what kind of mood and attitude should he treat Song Xiaole in the future?How should he deal with the feelings he hasn't had time to explain?

So is he in love with a dog?

Song Yanchu took a deep breath, went to the dining table and poured a glass of cold water, then picked up his phone and went out.

Song Xiaole chased him out, Song Yanchu turned around and said to him: "You stay at home, don't run around."

Song Xiaole didn't dare to move anymore, he held onto the railing tightly.

Song Yanchu's eyes were heavy and complicated, without the usual tenderness, Song Xiaole didn't dare to say a word.

He squatted at the door, watching Song Yanchu drive away.

It was very late at night, the stars were asleep, and Mr. Song hadn't come back yet.

Song Xiaole cried and called Wen Jia. Wen Jia was woken up in a dream, and her tone was very impatient, "Are you looking for a beating, Song Xiaole?"

Song Xiaole said while wiping tears: "I did something wrong, Mr. Song left."

"What did you do wrong?"

"Mr. Song didn't know my identity at all. Now that he knows, he can't accept it and won't let me touch him. Then he turned around and left. I'm alone at home now, Wen Jia, what should I do?"

Wen Jia was silent for a while, then comforted him strangely: "He will be back."

"He won't come back." Song Xiaole buried her face in her knees, her sleeves were all wet with tears.

"Song Xiaole, stop crying!" Wen Jia suddenly shouted.

Song Xiaole was so frightened that he stopped sobbing, looked at the screen with tears in his eyes, cried until he hiccupped and didn't dare to make a sound, he said pitifully, "I won't cry."

"Let me ask you a question, is it more important to be a dog or to have a long life with your Mr. Song?"

Song Xiaole was stunned.

"Answer me within three seconds."

"And Mr. Song..."

"That's fine," Wen Jia sighed, and said angrily, "Dogs are really stupid, no wonder I hate dogs."

Song Xiaole's tears were about to come out again, he said aggrievedly: "You scolded me again, you are really rude like this."

"Song Xiaole, do you like your Mr. Song?"

"like."

"What kind of like?"

Just as Song Xiaole was about to speak, Wen Jia interrupted him: "Don't tell me what you like about your master. What I'm talking about here is the liking of the human world. It means hugging, kissing, going to bed, getting married and having children. Of course you can't have children. , this is void."

Song Xiaole's head was like a paste.

Wen Jia thought: What a pity, he was so stupid and was reborn on a tramp. Is that Mr. Song a philanthropist?Pick up this stupid dog and pet it?

"What I mean is that your Mr. Song's liking for you is also the liking of the human world. If you want to be with him, you have to give him the same liking back. You can only tell yourself that you are no longer a dog, you It's human, 22 years old, named Song Xiaole."

Song Xiaole hung up the phone and repeated: "I am a human being, 22 years old, and my name is Song Xiaole."

Song Dingding slipped out from the crack of the door and ran into Song Xiaole's arms. Song Xiaole stroked Song Dingding's fluff, and suddenly stopped after a while.

Yes, he is different from Song Dingding.

He belatedly realized the meaning of Wen Jia's words.

He looked at his palm, it was no longer a dog's paw, he became a human completely, he spoke human language, he gradually mastered human skills, dogs are already a thing of the previous life.

He thought of Song Yanchu's indifferent expression when he left, tears streaming down his cheeks silently.

Song Dingding stuck out his tongue and licked it, then scratched Song Xiaole's clothes with his small paws, dug out a small hole, and then lay down comfortably.

Song Xiaole thought sadly: How can you still sleep?Mr. Song doesn't want us anymore.

At five o'clock in the morning, it was already half light.

Song Yanchu returned to the villa, and just after parking the car, he saw Song Xiaole sitting on the steps holding the puppy, one person and one dog cuddling together.

Song Yanchu wanted to drink at first, but he didn't have the habit of drinking too much. After drinking the third cup, he gave up drinking to relieve his worries. He sat in the booth of the bar, listening to the deafening music, and let himself go.

To be honest, he couldn't accept it, he felt it was too ridiculous and beyond his comprehension.

He thought he should stop the loss in time.

But as soon as he saw Song Xiaole, his heart softened and broke through the defense of rationality that he had built up all night. After all, he couldn't bear it. He spent so much time and energy pampering this little guy, and even couldn't bear to let him know his feelings. How did he come to this point? ?

Song Xiaole woke up vigilantly when he heard footsteps. When he saw Song Yanchu, he got up immediately in shock.

"Come in." Song Yanchu passed by.

Song Xiaole cried all night, the circles of her eyes were sore at this moment, it hurt even to blink, and she couldn't shed a single tear.

Song Yanchu simply washed up and was about to enter the room, and Song Xiaole also followed.

Song Yanchu stood still at the door with distant eyes. He held the metal handle and gestured to close the door. Although he didn't say it clearly, his attitude was obvious.

Song Xiaole turned around and ran back to the guest room.

Song Yanchu heaved a sigh of relief, and when he was about to enter the room, Song Xiaole ran over hugging the quilt.

He thought Song Yanchu meant that he didn't want to share the same quilt with him.

Song Xiaole's eyes were full of timidity and anticipation.

But Song Yanchu closed the door.

"Mr. Song..."

Song Yanchu said through the door: "Xiao Le, give me a little time, okay?"

Song Xiaole knew that Song Yanchu couldn't see him, but he still shook his head and said, "I'm afraid, Mr. Song, don't ignore me."

Song Yanchu's hand was still on the metal doorknob, but he still didn't open the door.

Song Xiaole went back to the room with the quilt in his arms, and lay down sickly until work time. He thought that he still had to make money and buy vegetables for Mr. Song. Well in uniform go to the security room.

At nearly eleven o'clock, Song Yanchu drove away from the community without stopping, Song Xiaole held the remote control, tears streaming down his face.

Song Xiaole lost his mind and didn't eat a bite of food until noon.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Song Yanchu drove back. Song Xiaole didn't take any water cups with his mobile phone. He ran after Song Yanchu's car and fell halfway. Without stopping at all, he got up and ran, heading towards Song Yanchu's direction.

Song Yanchu's car stopped suddenly, and when he got out of the car, Song Xiaole didn't stop for a moment, and bumped straight into his arms.

Song Yanchu looked at the wound on Song Xiaole's wrist with distress.

Song Xiaole put his arms around Song Yanchu's neck, and rubbed Song Yanchu's cheek flatteringly.

Puppies don't feel sorry for themselves, and they don't hold grudges. After being pushed away by humans, puppies pack up their mood and continue to wag their tails.

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The author has something to say:

感谢在2022-07-1710:00:31~2022-07-1822:13:13期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: the messy bedroom is messy, 'one bowl of rice, one nine wines;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: Kabrido, Mojiyin, Qian.10 bottles; .., Hasaki, 5 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!