Furry Feeding Diary

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Song Xiaole couldn't feel the pain in his wrist at all, until Song Yanchu lowered his head to help him treat the wound and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Song Xiaole's tears fell suddenly.

He didn't dare to get into Mr. Song's arms anymore, because his Mr. Song didn't like him anymore. Mr. Song's love for him was the love of the human world. He treated him like an ordinary boy and wanted to hug him hand in hand. like.

Song Xiaole couldn't give Mr. Song the same feedback.

Only then did Song Xiaole step over the first hurdle cautiously, and only slightly changed her deep-rooted cognition, and reluctantly regarded herself as a human being. As for what Wen Jia said later, Song Xiaole didn't understand and couldn't do it.

He could only watch Song Yanchu bandage him up, and then withdrew his hand.

Song Xiaole got up and stood, Song Yanchu looked a little tired, he patted the sofa and said softly: "It's okay, you can sit down."

Song Xiaole shook his head, he helped tidy up the medicine box, went to the kitchen and poured a glass of water for Song Yanchu, then stood straight on the side of the coffee table, Song Yanchu glanced at him, then looked away.

Song Xiaole always felt that some emotion was breaking out of the cocoon. It was a very strange emotion. It was an anxious thought in his mind that he wanted to keep Mr. Song but didn't know what to do. He wanted Mr. Song to hug him. He, he wants to sleep peacefully in Mr. Song's arms.

He is very uncomfortable.

Song Yanchu suddenly said, "Xiao Le, do you want to continue looking for your family?"

Song Xiaole was very confused.

"I thought you were just a little tramp, so I have been sending people to look for your family these past few months. If you..." Song Yanchu frowned slightly, and then changed his words: "If you don't need it, I will let them stop come down."

Of course Song Xiaole doesn't need family members, does this body have family members?He doesn't even know the name of this body, he only has one family member, Mr. Song.

Is Mr. Song really going to drive him away?Song Xiaole thought: Then I will really become a homeless man.

He squeezed the hem of his clothes, then shook his head: "I don't need it, I don't have a family."

Song Yanchu nodded: "Okay."

Song Yanchu looked very serious when he didn't speak, Song Xiaole felt fear from the bottom of his heart, he tightly clutched the hem of his clothes, struggling to stop the bleeding from his already injured wrist.

Song Yanchu didn't notice that he hadn't fully recovered from what happened yesterday.

He felt that he was also ridiculous. Compared with the little homeless man who lived in his home, he was a dog in his previous life, and his self-awareness was also a dog. What was more difficult for him to accept was his feelings for Song Xiaole.

What exactly is his budding affection for Song Xiaole in getting along day and night?

On this issue, Song Yanchu suddenly became a staunch theorist of the soul, like a kind of escape, he began to tell himself that self-cognition determines existence, even if Song Xiaole’s appearance is human, even if he and the people around him In comparison, there is no difference except that they are immature, but as long as Song Xiaole thinks he is a dog, then there is an impossible barrier between them.

Song Yanchu couldn't ignore all of this.

He finally understood why Ji Jiayi's appearance would not cause Song Xiaole to be jealous, and as soon as the little dog named Dingding arrived home, Song Xiaole suddenly became clingy, because Song Xiaole regarded Song Dingding as the same kind, he was not jealous, but Compete for favor.

Song Yanchu can be regarded as decisive in the company. He inherited the family business at a young age. Because of his outstanding talent, he surpassed his two ineffective brothers and mastered the core industry of the Song family. The foundation has grown to new heights.

He is obsessed with work, and devotes his free time to charity. As for love, it is like a vacancy that he has been calmly waiting for someone to fill it.

He thought this person was Song Xiaole.

At the beginning of the meeting, he uncontrollably invested 100% of his energy and patience on this silly little guy. Later, when his feelings gradually became clear, Song Yanchu believed that this might be a kind of complementarity.

The business world is very complicated, and it is tiring to maintain a group. He needs a pure lover. Even if his little fool doesn't know what love is all his life, he is willing to accompany him in the way of Plato.

But now things have deviated from the original track in an absurd way, and Song Xiaole's image of saying "but I'm a dog" is still flashing in front of his eyes, which can't be erased.

Song Yanchu sighed, got up and went to the kitchen to make dinner.

Song Xiaole gradually lost confidence in the long silence, he summoned up the last courage and hugged Song Yanchu's waist from behind.

"Mr. Song, don't you want me?"

Song Yanchu held Song Xiaole's hand and comforted him: "No, I just can't accept it for a while, don't be afraid, continue to live here, this will always be your home."

Song Xiaole clenched his lower lip, he didn't like this sentence.

The old owner's place used to be his home, with stone pillars, iron chains, a rain shelter, leftovers and water, but is it home?

Puppies are not stupid, and puppies are sometimes very sensitive. It feels bad not to be valued and cared by the owner, and puppies will also be sad.

Song Xiaole didn't want to repeat it again.

He let go of his hand and asked, "Mr. Song, can I go out for a while?"

"Where to go?"

Song Xiaole remained silent.

Song Yanchu didn't know how to persuade him to stay, so he said, "Go, be careful on the way."

Song Xiaole turned around and opened the door to leave. He stared blankly at the blood-stained gauze in his hand, thinking that human beings are really fragile. He was kicked by his master before and hit a stone pillar, and it only hurt for two days without bleeding.

The old master's temper was not very good, and he would take it out on him when things went wrong. Song Xiaole didn't understand anything at first, and ran up to greet the master with joy, but the old master thought he was annoying, so he slapped him.

Song Xiaole was stunned, and slowly closed his grinning mouth. He tentatively raised his paw and touched the old master's pants, but he was still greeted with a beating.

Song Xiaole retreated behind the stone pillar.

The next day he went up to him heartlessly, this time the master didn't beat him, and threw him a piece of leftover corn, Song Xiaole bit it stupidly, happily grinding his teeth with the corn cob, he missed the master very nice.

But the old owner's child ran over to grab the corn cob in his mouth. The instinct of protecting food made him growl, and the child cried out. The old owner immediately rushed up to hug the child away, and then took the hammer in his hand It hit Song Xiaole's body.

Song Xiaole groaned in pain, his four paws were stretched out, he hid behind the stone pillar, the pain was so painful that he didn't sleep much all night.

When he woke up the next morning, the old master came to check on his injuries. Song Xiaole was a little scared but with a natural flattery, licked the old master's palm, but the old master didn't let him lick it, and wiped it on his knee, laughing Then he said to his wife behind him: "As the old saying goes, pig skin and dog bones last three days and two days, and the dog's fate is tough."

Later, Song Xiaole asked his Chinese teacher what pig skin and dog bone meant. The teacher said that this is a local saying, and that dog bones have a very strong self-healing ability, and the recovery speed of injured dogs is amazing.

Song Xiaole nodded.

He was puzzled: Even if I recovered quickly, why did the master beat me?I will be in pain too.

Song Xiaole has a lot of things that he can't understand for the rest of his life. He doesn't understand why the old master raised him and abused him, just like he doesn't understand why Mr. Song dotes on him but doesn't want him.

Song Xiaole walked out of the community, the hot weather made his wound itchy and painful, but he didn't care, he walked in the direction of the old master's house, walked a long way, to the edge of the city, until it was dark.

He stepped on the gravel road to the door of the old owner's house.

Looking at the place where he had been chained for 12 years by looking at the low wall, there was really no trace of it.

He sat on the stone by the wall and cried for a long time, then wiped away his tears and called Wen Jia.

"Sorry to bother you."

Wen Jia didn't reprimand him this time, but just asked, "What's the matter?"

"Have you gotten off work?"

"I'm on vacation today, what's the matter?"

Song Xiaole's voice was hoarse and weak: "My legs are so sore, I can't walk, and I'm very hungry. I can't go home."

"Where are you, I'll pick you up."

Wen Jia taught Song Xiaole step by step how to use WeChat to send a location, and then took a taxi there. He brought a spare rib soup with rice, but because it took a long time, there was not much soup left, and it was all sucked up by the rice.

"What kind of poor and remote place is this? It's all across the district, Song Xiaole, you can really run away."

Song Xiaole lowered her head in embarrassment.

"Like a dirt dog." Wen Jia took a piece of facial tissue and spread it on the stone, and asked Song Xiaole, "Where is this place?"

"My former master's house."

"Oh."

"You want to come back?"

"Do not want to."

"Then why are you here?"

Song Xiaole was eating, and said dully: "I have no other place to go, I know you are going to laugh at me again, maybe I am really a bad dog, I only hang around people."

Wen Jia didn't laugh at him this time, "Song Xiaole, think about it differently, it's cool for us to be like this, being an animal and being a human, two experiences, why don't you enjoy it?"

Song Xiaole curled the corners of her mouth and said nothing.

"Stupid dog, have you ever kissed?" Wen Jia asked suddenly.

Song Xiaole shook her head.

Wen Jia smiled, "Stupid dog, do you know what human couples do together?"

Song Xiaole still shook her head.

"They'll hold hands on dates, they'll take off each other's clothes, they'll hug and kiss, and they'll do a lot of unspeakable things."

Wen Jia explained to Song Xiaole very unashamedly and proactively: "Kissing is mouth to mouth, haven't you watched TV?"

Song Xiaole blushed. He did watch it on TV. At that time, he thought it was strange. Mr. Song's eyes were even more strange. He was so frightened that he quickly changed the channel to Peppa Pig.

His heartbeat suddenly became like a drum, and he couldn't help but think of Mr. Song.

If Mr. Song approaches him, if Mr. Song kisses him.

Song Xiaole's hands shook, and the ribs and rice almost fell to the ground.

Wen Jia laughed loudly, "Song Xiaole, what are you thinking? Dogs don't think about these things, only humans do."

"How can I and Mr. Song—"

"Why not?" Wen Jia looked up at the night sky, resting his chin on his wrist: "If I can find my master, I will, my master is as handsome as your Mr. Song, no, my master is even more handsome. "

Song Xiaole shook her head straight: "No one can be more handsome than Mr. Song."

Wen Jia was too lazy to argue with the stupid dog, and just said: "Then such a handsome person likes you and treats you well, why don't you cherish it? What's so good about being a dog?"

Song Xiaole stuffed the last mouthful of soup and rice into her mouth, "I think you're right."

"Hmph." Wen Jia rolled his eyes at him.

"There's nothing wrong with being a dog, but... But it's better to be with Mr. Song." Song Xiaole said firmly.

Wen Jia raised an eyebrow at him, "It's not too stupid."

Song Xiaole and Wen Jia left together and walked out of the alley. Wen Jia took Song Xiaole into a passing taxi and missed Song Yanchu who was driving all over the street looking for Song Xiaole.

After Song Xiaole returned home, she stood at the door and mustered up the courage to think for a long time before finally opening the door with anxiety.

But there was no one at home, only Song Dingding was biting the carpet recklessly.

Song Xiaole searched every room in the house, but couldn't find Mr. Song, who collapsed on the ground in despair.

While panicking, he suddenly heard the door knocking.

Song Yanchu rushed in, and he was relieved the moment he saw Song Xiaole. He asked sharply, "Why didn't you answer the phone? Do you know how worried I am?"

Song Xiaole shook her head and said, "I don't know, the phone didn't ring."

His tears were about to fall again, he apologized to Song Yanchu: "I'm sorry, Mr. Song."

Song Yanchu took his cell phone, only to find that Song Xiaole had set the cell phone to mute. With Song Xiaole's mastery of the cell phone's functions, it was impossible for him to mute the cell phone, probably by accident.

Song Yanchu realized his gaffe, and he returned the phone, with lingering fear in his voice, "It's fine, I don't blame you."

Song Xiaole caught what Mr. Song just said.

He said he was worried about me.

Song Xiaole threw herself into Song Yanchu's arms.

Song Yanchu wanted to push him away, but Song Xiaole hugged him even tighter. He raised his head and looked at Mr. Song's face.

Then, in a strange way, she stood on tiptoe and touched Mr. Song's lips with her own.

Song Xiaole was easy to be satisfied, Mr. Song clearly said that this place will always be his home, if it was before, he should be very happy, but now he has become very greedy.

He wanted Mr. Song to hold him to sleep every night.

He wants to be a couple with Mr. Song.

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The author has something to say:

Let's just say, thank you Wenjia!

感谢在2022-07-1822:13:13~2022-07-1922:15:35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 mine: 1 Jiujiu;

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