Furry Feeding Diary

=================

Today is Song Xiaole's No.15 day at work.

He has adapted to the job of security. He gets up on time at seven o'clock every morning, borrows Song Yanchu's bathroom to dress and wash, then waters the flowers, eats breakfast, and arrives at the gate at seven forty to take over the night shift. On patrol, he was alone in the security room. Although he was trembling with fear, he could barely hold on for a while.

He felt that he was happier every day than the day before, and there were many changes. Although he couldn't say it, he felt satisfied.

God gave him a chance to live again, which is great.

In fact, when he woke up in the bridge hole a month ago, he looked at the moldy stones at his feet and the dirty mud on his body. He didn't want to live at first. He wanted to wait for winter to come, wait for a snow, and then just like in his previous life, Die quietly.

Unexpectedly, he would meet Mr. Song.

Seeing Mr. Song for the first time, Mr. Song leaned over to give him water, the sun was shining on him, even his hair was shining, Song Xiaole didn't dare to imagine that such a good person could be his master.

Song Xiaole touched the badge on her body.

Song Xiaole.

For the first time, the puppy has an exact name, everyone calls him that, looks into his eyes and talks to him, after 12 years of being neglected and disliked, the puppy finally has a unique one that only belongs to him name.

"Xiao Le, raise the bar." Brother Li shouted.

Song Xiaole came back to her senses, and quickly pressed the remote control.

Brother Li came over and said, "Be careful recently. Pinghe Road is closed for subway repairs. Many cars will divert to the road in front of us. There are also many cars. Our community is a high-end villa area, so you must be careful."

Song Xiaole was stunned for a while when he heard it, and his face showed confusion, so Brother Li said: "It's nothing, I just told you not to be distracted."

Song Xiaole twisted her fingers nervously, "I'm sorry, I won't do it again."

"It's all right." Brother Li said.

Song Yanchu had nothing to do after attending the ribbon-cutting event today, and drove home before four o'clock in the afternoon. He wanted to take Song Xiaole to the aquarium.

When he drove to the intersection, he could see Song Xiaole standing upright under the big parasol from a distance, staring at the passing vehicles, frowning from time to time.

Serious little appearance is especially cute.

The time of the red light was a bit long, and Song Yanchu received a call from his mother, who was arranging a blind date for him again, "Your Uncle Ji's daughter, you used to play with her a lot when you were young, do you still have any memories?"

"Mom, didn't I tell you about my orientation?"

"You just haven't met the girl you like yet."

Song Yanchu sighed, raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, and said with a smile: "Don't bother, I won't go on a blind date. If there is nothing else, I will hang up first. You should also pay attention to your health. I will go back to see you on weekends." you."

"Yanchu—"

Song Yanchu put down the phone.

When he arrived at the entrance of the community, Song Xiaole rushed over before he even lowered the car window. He couldn't wait to grab the lowering car window, trying to squeeze himself in. Song Yanchu smiled and pinched his face, "What's the matter? urgent?"

"Miss you." The puppy expressed his feelings very straightforwardly.

Song Yanchu was stunned, his hands froze in place, his smile froze for a moment, and then returned to nature, "Why do you miss me?"

"I just saw a car very similar to Mr. Song's."

"You rushed up too?" Song Yanchu frowned slightly.

Song Xiaole immediately shook her head, "No, his number plate is different from yours."

Song Yanchu was a little surprised, he didn't expect Song Xiaole to memorize the license plate number, he said: "Start tomorrow, learn numbers and pinyin, okay?"

Song Xiaole didn't know what it was, but what Mr. Song said was what he said, he nodded sharply.

Song Yanchu rubbed his head, "I'll go back and cook for you."

Song Xiaole looked at him aggrievedly, Song Yanchu still smiled, holding back his reluctance, and said, "Persist until five o'clock, otherwise your colleagues will have opinions."

"it is good."

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Song Yanchu asked.

"It will be all right."

"Nothing is fine with this dish."

Song Xiaole thought for a while, then said: "Tenderloin."

"Okay, then have sweet and sour pork."

Song Xiaole puffed his mouth excitedly, Song Yanchu started the car and drove to his garage.

Song Xiaole returned under the umbrella reluctantly.

After finally making it to five o'clock, he ran home and knocked on the door. Song Yanchu came to open it, and Song Xiaole stepped in with a smile.

He was sitting on the shoe-changing stool at the door, unable to sit still. While untying his shoelaces, he smelled the smell of the kitchen and swayed back and forth.

Song Yanchu looked at his lively and active appearance, and felt infinitely emotional.

A month ago, this little guy was a poor little guy picking up expired buns in the garbage dump.

He pinched Song Xiaole's face, looked at it carefully and said: "There is still no flesh on the face, and it can be a little fatter."

Song Xiaole smiled foolishly, he was well nourished now, his face was flushed, his lips were not as pale as before, but became more rosy, when he smiled, he showed small canine teeth, and his eyes were round and bright.Song Yanchu stared blankly for a few seconds, then retracted his hand unexpectedly.

Song Xiaole tilted her head, not understanding why Mr. Song's expression suddenly changed.

Song Yanchu returned to the kitchen and put the food on the table. Song Xiaole was going to carry the bowl to the door, but Song Yanchu pushed him on the stool, "Sit here and eat, I have something to tell you."

Song Xiaole was terribly tangled, and finally sat down on the edge of the chair.

"I'm going to find you a teacher who will teach you writing and math every night and on weekends, is that okay?"

Song Xiaole thought for a while, then nodded, "Okay."

"It could be hard work and a lot less rest time."

"It's okay, I'm not afraid of hard work."

Song Yanchu curled the corners of his mouth, "Good boy."

Song Xiaole put his hands on his knees and said sincerely, "Thank you, Mr. Song."

Song Yanchu paused slightly, and said with a smile, "You're welcome."

After eating, Song Xiaole took the initiative to wash the dishes and clean the table, while Song Yanchu sat on the side dealing with the company's affairs. After cleaning up, Song Yanchu got up and said, "Let's go for a walk."

Song Xiaole changed her clothes and followed Song Yanchu out the door.

He followed closely behind Song Yanchu, keeping his head down, Song Yanchu turned to look at him, he raised his head suddenly, Song Yanchu asked suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

Song Xiaole faltered and didn't speak, his gaze couldn't stop falling, Song Yanchu followed him to look down, and saw Song Xiaole's hand stretched forward tentatively.

He wants to hold hands.

Song Xiaole likes to hold hands, but dare not take the initiative.

Song Yanchu then held Song Xiaole's hand, Song Xiaole's eyes widened instantly, and the smile on the corners of his mouth couldn't be concealed.

"Little fool." Song Yanchu said.

He took Song Xiaole and walked forward. The neighborhood had already been visited, so it wasn't interesting, so Song Yanchu took Song Xiaole out of the neighborhood and went shopping in the street.

But as soon as he left the community, a motorcycle roared towards him. The man was probably drunk, and the front of the car was swaying. When Song Yanchu heard the noise and turned around, the motorcycle had already driven towards him.

He couldn't dodge in time, and was about to push Song Xiaole away.

But Song Xiaole has pushed him away violently.

At that moment, Song Xiaole was not as stupid as usual, he seemed to have only one firm thought in his eyes, to protect Mr. Song.He showed no fear at all, only neat movements.

When the motorbike hit Song Xiaole, it turned its head and passed Song Xiaole's side, Song Xiaole was knocked to the ground, Song Yanchu immediately rushed to hug him, Song Xiaole smiled silly at him.

The arm was bruised and bleeding, and the ankle was slightly sprained, but nothing serious.

Song Yanchu heaved a sigh of relief.

Song Xiaole looked at her arm, bit her lower lip, and looked at Song Yanchu for help.

Song Yanchu first took out his mobile phone and sent a message, asking people to track down the motorcycle owner who was driving drunk just now, then picked up Song Xiaole and went straight to the hospital.

During the disinfection and dressing, Song Xiaole grinned in pain, Song Yanchu hugged him and asked him to bury his face on her body.

"I'm fine, Mr. Song, I don't hurt." Song Xiaole smiled at him with a pale face.

Song Yanchu rubbed Song Xiaole's head reassuringly, but his complexion was still grim, as if all the injuries were on his body.

"I have already called the police, and that person was also arrested." Song Yanchu said.

Song Xiaole didn't quite understand, but she still nodded.

After bandaging, Song Yanchu carried Song Xiaole back home, Song Xiaole struggled and said, "I can walk by myself."

But Song Yanchu ignored his words.

Song Xiaole could only wrap his arms around Song Yanchu's neck, and then quietly nestled in Song Yanchu's arms.

"I'm sorry." Song Xiaole said.

"Sorry for what?"

"I don't know," Song Xiaole raised his head and whispered, "But you are unhappy."

Song Yanchu hugged Song Xiaole up, and then put his cheek against Song Xiaole's forehead, "You were injured trying to save me, I feel very distressed."

"Don't feel bad, this is what you should do," Song Xiaole hugged Song Yanchu's neck tightly, enjoying the embrace of the new master for the first time, he said, "This is what you should do, I should have protected you."

Song Yanchu looked down at him, Song Xiaole grinned.

"You have nothing to do, you just need to live happily, like your name."

Song Xiaole blinked, as if puzzled.

They arrived home soon, Song Xiaole was just about to lie down on the recliner at his door, but Song Yanchu carried him into the house without stopping.

"Eh?"

Song Xiaole was placed on the bed in the guest bedroom. Song Yanchu helped him take off his coat and shoes, and then stuffed him under the quilt, "I'll sleep here tonight."

"Don't—" Song Xiaole got up quickly.

Song Yanchu leaned over, frowned slightly, and said, "Be obedient."

This sentence is equivalent to a ban, Song Xiaole did not dare to move immediately.

Song Yanchu sat down slowly by the bed, heaved a long sigh of relief, what happened today was very dangerous, the car clearly came towards him, but because of Song Xiaole, he was unscathed.

It turned out that this little guy was his little lucky star.

Song Xiaole tossed and turned in the quilt, unable to fall asleep all the time, looked at Song Yanchu pitifully, and said: "Mr. Song, the bed is too soft, I seem to fall off."

Song Yanchu then rolled him up and carried him to his hard bed with the quilt.

Song Xiaole stared blankly at the chandelier above her head: "Huh?"

Song Yanchu patted his stomach and coaxed: "Good boy, go to bed early, I'll be here with you."

--------------------

The author has something to say:

感谢在2022-07-0911:38:09~2022-07-1023:47:58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: Vanessa_Chan_little BO1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of NianChenboilyy; 2 bottles of Cabrido; 1 bottle of Little Rose and Asheng;

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