Furry Feeding Diary

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Song Yanchu took care of everything in advance.

He found the property manager, handed over Song Xiaole's identity information, and told him: "You arrange the shift schedule, let the security guard with a good personality and Song Xiaole be on duty together, and don't ask him to do anything, the most is to press the button of the lifting pole .”

The entire community is Song Yanchu's own property, of course the property manager dared not object, nodding while writing it down.

"Also, he has been homeless before, his language skills are poor, and his thinking logic is different from normal people. You can treat him as autistic and remind the people in the property not to bully him or treat him as a different kind. Care a lot about him, he's here to try to fit in."

"Ok."

Song Yanchu looked at the south gate closest to his villa: "He is on duty at the south gate. Don't arrange for him to go to other gates. Is there air conditioning and hot water in the security room? If not, arrange it."

The property manager wiped his sweat: "Okay, I'll do it right away."

Song Yanchu explained some details before returning home. Song Xiaole was waiting for him anxiously, squatting on the steps, like a puppy waiting for its master to come home.

Song Yanchu smiled at him, and he rushed over immediately, Song Yanchu rubbed his head, "I'm going to work tomorrow, are you happy?"

He gave the system and badge to the puppy.

The puppy touched the words on the metal badge, "My name... Song Xiaole, Song Xiaole."

He repeated his name tirelessly, then raised his head, grinned, and smiled shyly, looking silly, Song Yanchu pinched his face, Song Xiaole hugged the uniform, Song Yanchu took him into the room, tried it on Didn't fit right to size.

The uniform is a black suit, a very common duty training uniform. Song Xiaole has a small frame and a small body. Although the size is suitable, it always feels nondescript when worn on him.

Song Xiaole put on her clothes and pants, holding on to her belt blankly.

Song Yanchu took it over and taught him how to tie the adjustable belt, "Through this hole."

Song Xiaole looked at it seriously, Song Yanchu held the metal buckle head, and after a little effort, he realized that Song Xiaole's waist was so thin that the belt had to be buckled at the innermost hole.

Song Yanchu's complexion changed slightly, but he quickly returned to normal. He said to Song Xiaole: "I'm too thin, I need to eat more in the future."

Song Xiaole nodded obediently, "Okay."

Song Yanchu sat by the bed and told Song Xiaole a lot of things to pay attention to after work, but the most important thing was: "Get off work on time, come back for dinner."

The little dog nodded and said yes, before turning around, he squatted down in front of Song Yanchu, rubbed his cheek against Song Yanchu's knee, and said, "Thank you."

Song Yanchu pulled him up, "Who did you learn this from?"

"That's what everyone else tells you."

"You don't have to."

The puppy thought for a while, "Then I will call you Mr. Song, is that okay?"

Song Yanchu originally wanted to say, you can call me elder brother, or Yanchu elder brother, but the little idiot might be confused for a while, so in order to avoid unnecessary explanations, he simply accepted the name "Mr. Song" which sounded a bit unfamiliar.

Song Xiaole cheerfully ran to the full-length mirror to look at her clothes. Song Yanchu found the black boots he bought for Song Xiaole a few days ago in the shoe cabinet, "It looks better with these."

Song Xiaole blushed, squatted beside Song Yanchu, looked at the ground shyly: "I don't look good."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm just a little dog."

Song Yanchu also thought that this little guy was a little dirt dog, cute and naive, he smiled and helped Song Xiaole tie the laces of his boots, "The little dirt dog is also pretty."

Song Xiaole suddenly had a sore nose, and when she raised her head again, her eyes were full of tears.

No one ever said that.

All the human beings he has seen can only say: "Dog dog, it is used to guard the house."

No one said: "The earth dog is very good-looking."

Song Yanchu saw the wronged Song Xiaole, "What's wrong?"

Song Xiaole shook his head, stood up and faced the full-length mirror again, Song Yanchu helped him straighten his collar and pockets, looked at his brand-new self in the mirror, and hung his badge with "Song Xiaole" on his chest, the puppy did a long Taking a deep breath, he turned his head, looked into Song Yanchu's eyes, and said sincerely, "Thank you."

Song Xiaole officially started working.

He was wearing a uniform and came to the security room from the villa. Song Yanchu pulled the other security guard aside and gave some instructions before leaving worriedly.

Song Xiaole kept looking at Song Yanchu's car until the black body disappeared at the end of the road.

Brother Li, who was on duty with him, patted Song Xiaole on the shoulder, "Sit inside and turn on the air conditioner."

Song Xiaole looked at the security room, then shook her head and said, "No need."

Brother Li handed the remote control to Song Xiaole, "I'll verify my identity when a car arrives, and when I wave to you, just press this button."

Song Xiaole was ignorant, and Brother Li patiently explained it to him again.

After a while, a white car drove over. Brother Li walked up with the roster, bent down and asked Song Xiaole, and Song Xiaole froze, then tentatively pressed the button, and the bar slowly lifted. After getting up, Song Xiaole opened his eyes wide, and then watched the white car drive in.

"It's easy." Brother Li said with a smile.

Song Xiaole also laughed.

After a while, a red sports car drove over. This time Brother Li didn't take the roster, he walked up and said hello, "Boss Xu, good morning!"

The people in the sports car caught a glimpse of Song Xiaole and raised their eyebrows, "Where did the kid come from? He looks good."

Brother Li said, "He's new here, in his early twenties."

Song Xiaole stood there awkwardly, he wouldn't know how to say hello if asked by Brother Li, so he kept shrinking into the security room, Brother Li was afraid that Boss Xu would be unhappy, so he explained: "President Song arranged to come in, it seems that he is a bit self-conscious. Autism."

"Oh," Boss Xu waved his hand, "Yanchu has been kind since he was a child."

The red sports car drove in, and Song Xiaole came out of the security room. Brother Li comforted him: "Don't be afraid, everyone here knows Mr. Song, and no one dares to bully you."

"Who is Mr. Song?"

"It's the one who came with you this morning."

"It's Mr. Song." Song Xiaole corrected.

Brother Li thought for a long time, but he didn't understand what Song Xiaole meant.

Song Xiaole stood guard very seriously. Brother Li asked him to go in to turn on the air conditioner, but he didn't go. At noon, Brother Li took him to the cafeteria for lunch. He asked worriedly, "What about the door?"

"Someone is on shift with you."

Only then did Song Xiaole feel relieved. He came to the cafeteria, holding a plate, thinking of Song Yanchu's advice that he must eat lunch with everyone in the cafeteria, and not squatting at the door.

He had to do it.

The stewed pork with potatoes in the cafeteria tasted so-so. The aunt gave him four pieces of potatoes and two pieces of meat. Song Xiaole was a little dissatisfied, but he dared not say anything.

At home, he could eat a whole plate of braised pork.

He began to miss Mr. Song.

After he finished his meal, he waited until 05:30 in the evening, and finally saw Song Yanchu's car slowly approaching. Song Yanchu stopped at the door, lowered the window, and asked Song Xiaole with a smile, "How is it? Are you still happy?"

Song Xiaole leaned on the car window and rubbed his head against Song Yanchu's hand, "Happy."

"Just be happy," Song Yanchu rubbed Song Xiaole's head, and said softly, "Get off work, go home and change clothes, and accompany me to the supermarket to buy vegetables."

Song Xiaole immediately chased after Song Yanchu's car and returned home excitedly.Brother Li looked at him and thought: This little fool is lucky.

Song Xiaole changed into sportswear, Song Yanchu led him to the supermarket, Song Xiaole bounced all the way, and shared with Song Yanchu the experience of the first day of work, "There are a lot of cars and people, but if you are not here, you can't enter."

"Oh? Then why didn't you let them in?"

"I didn't. Brother Li didn't let them in."

Song Yanchu smiled, "This is a rule, Xiao Le has to learn from Brother Li and see how he talks to others."

Song Xiaole nodded heavily.

"What would you like to eat tonight?"

Song Xiaole said shyly, "I want... want to eat meat."

Song Yanchu looked at Song Xiaole, then stretched out his hand to touch Song Xiaole's stomach, "It seems that I didn't eat enough at noon."

Song Xiaole blushed, "It's a little bit less."

"It's okay, I'll give you extra meals when I come back tonight, Xiao Le is growing up now, so eat more."

Song Xiaole buried her face in Song Yanchu's arm, embarrassed to speak, her mouth puffed up.

Song Yanchu smiled and led him forward.

After going back, Song Xiaole squatted at the door holding his rice bowl as usual, Song Yanchu put most of the plate of sauced pork ribs in Song Xiaole's bowl, Song Xiaole ate to his heart's content, rubbed his belly, went into the kitchen, and even hummed while washing the dishes.

The look of light in his eyes is very cute, and now his pale and thin face when he was in the relief center can no longer be seen.

After eating, Song Yanchu took Song Xiaole to the community for a walk to digest food. On the way, he met someone walking his dog.

It is a beautiful Bernese Mountain Dog and a three- to four-month-old little golden retriever. The breed is pure and excellent, and the hair is shiny and smooth.

Song Xiaole didn't know these two dogs, he just thought they were beautiful and superior, he was so different from them, Song Xiaole stopped where he was, and couldn't help feeling ashamed.

But he didn't expect Song Yanchu to go up and pet the two dogs.

"President Song, are you going out for a walk too?"

Song Yanchu asked with a smile: "Brother Wang, when did you raise another golden retriever?"

After that, he squatted down and touched the golden retriever's head. The Bernese mountain dog seemed to know Song Yanchu, so he jumped on Song Yanchu happily and licked Song Yanchu's face with his tongue. Song Yanchu hugged it with a smile, "Rikki, Rikki, be good. "

The owner of the dog said: "My wife bought it and insisted on keeping it as a companion for Rikki. Mr. Song, you are really popular with puppies. Our Rikki loves to talk to others, but he just likes you."

Song Yanchu smiled.

After the dog owner left, Song Yanchu turned his head and walked towards Song Xiaole, he stretched out his hand to hold Song Xiaole.

Song Xiaole took a step back.

They are pet dogs, beautiful pet dogs, with perfect coat color and appearance, they are active and enthusiastic, they can act like a baby, and they are not afraid of humans at all. Even if they don't know how to guard the house, no one will punish them.

They don't need to sleep on the concrete floor, don't need to be exposed to the wind and sun, and don't need to eat rotten leftovers.

They have beautiful nests, endless toys, endless delicious food, and even the leashes are of different colors.

Song Xiaole thought of herself in her previous life.

He suddenly felt out of breath, and his neck hurt, as if the iron chain that had tied him for more than ten years was still stuck in his flesh, it hurt so badly.

Song Yanchu looked at Song Xiaole's expression and was a little nervous: "What's the matter? Xiaole, what's the matter with you?"

Song Xiaole said sobbingly: "You...you don't want to..."

"Don't what?"

Song Xiaole plucked up her courage, raised her head and said, "Don't hug other dogs."

After saying that, he regretted it.

He knew that he was not qualified to say this sentence at all, and he also expected that Mr. Song might beat him, scold him, and throw him out of the house after he finished speaking.

It may be that he has been spoiled a little by Song Yanchu in the past few days.

Song Yanchu was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "...Okay, I won't hug other puppies anymore."

He took Song Xiaole into his arms, "I only hug you, only the little dog, okay?"

Song Xiaole held back her tears and asked, "Really?"

"real."

"But I'm not good-looking. My hair is short and thin, but I'm not good-looking."

Song Yanchu didn't understand why Song Xiaole always regarded himself as a puppy, but he thought: Maybe it's because of long-term wandering, resulting in cognitive impairment?It takes time to slowly enlighten.

Song Yanchu rubbed Song Xiaole's hair, "Why don't you look good? You look the best."

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The author has something to say:

感谢在2022-07-0213:31:19~2022-07-0911:38:09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 grenade: silentwoman, Vanessa_Chan_little BO1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: silentwoman1;

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