Furry Feeding Diary

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Song Xiaole was also frightened today, and he was already tired from standing guard all day, Song Yanchu patted his stomach lightly, the quilt was fragrant, and he fell asleep in a daze not long after.

When he woke up again, there was no one beside the bed. Song Xiaole got out of bed and looked for Mr. Song. When he walked to the next door, he saw Song Yanchu sleeping in the guest bedroom.

He tiptoed into the bathroom to wash up, not daring to wake up Mr. Song.

His arm still hurt a bit, but his ankle was fine. He walked to the kitchen and tried to imitate Mr. Song's steps every morning. First, he took out eggs from the refrigerator, and then poured oil into the pan.

But he didn't see the oil bubbling for a long time, and he was distressed when suddenly a hand stretched out from behind him and pressed a red circle, "Little friend, you haven't fired yet."

Song Xiaole was startled, turned around abruptly, and met Song Yanchu's smiling eyes. Song Yanchu was still wearing dark gray striped pajamas, with a few locks of hair falling on his forehead, looking less serious than usual.

Song Xiaole's heart speeded up inexplicably, he lowered his head, turned around awkwardly, and beat the egg down when the oil made a gurgling sound.

Song Yanchu was still standing behind him, with one hand resting on the edge of the table, as if wrapping around Song Xiaole's waist.

"Xiao Le is so smart."

When he just woke up, his voice was a little low, and it got into Song Xiaole's ears, like the aftertaste after two magnets collided, and Song Xiaole's heart trembled accordingly.

"Just one?" Song Yanchu asked again.

Song Xiaole turned the egg over, "I'll eat it for you."

Song Yanchu chuckled, "Why are you so obedient?"

Song Xiaole frantically pressed the button and turned off the fire. He took out Song Yanchu's most commonly used plate and put poached eggs in it, but Song Yanchu took the spatula and fried poached eggs and sliced ​​ham for Song Xiaole.

Song Xiaole did not expect that Song Yanchu would not let him go to work today.

"I asked for a leave of absence for you. You were injured, so you can take a leave of absence without deducting money." Song Yanchu said while sitting on the sofa.

"But--"

"No, but, you stay at home and take a good rest."

Song Xiaole is restless, since he saved Mr. Song yesterday, Mr. Song seems to have become more concerned about him. Although Mr. Song treats him very well on weekdays, even if he is as dull as Song Xiaole, he can still feel a little Something is wrong.

He fled to the door and squatted beside the flowerpot, Song Yanchu also came out leisurely, and handed him a bowl of his favorite mango taro ball sago dew, which was Song Xiaole's only favorite dessert.

Song Xiaole was no match for the temptation of delicious food, and was still taken back to the house by Song Yanchu.

In the afternoon, Song Yanchu called the teacher to teach Song Xiaole how to read and write.

Song Xiaole originally thought that class was an interesting thing, but repeating a stroke twenty times became extremely boring.After the teacher left, he came out of the study listlessly, Song Yanchu looked at him and smiled: "How are you doing?"

He was emotional, and for a moment he lost his sense of proportion, and complained with a wrinkled face: "Hands are sore, and arms hurt."

Song Yanchu hurried over to help him rub.

Song Xiaole blushed slowly, and withdrew her hand, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Song Yanchu hugged him into his arms, and comforted him like a child: "I know that class is boring and hard, but reading is a skill you must master. Xiao Le is so smart, she will definitely learn it soon."

Song Xiaole raised her head and asked, "Am I smart?"

Song Yanchu pinched his ears, "very smart."

Song Xiaole was so happy that she forgot that she was still hugged by Song Yanchu.

Song Yanchu put his arms around Song Xiaole's slender shoulders, and suddenly felt relieved. His life was filled with this little guy, and he thought about cooking delicious food for him every day. Looking at his smiling face, his tiredness disappeared, and his heart seemed not so empty up.

When he saw Song Xiaole for the first time, he had a very strange feeling. He was unconsciously attracted by this little tramp. Later, as he got along with him, he gradually felt a fateful connection. He liked to take care of this little guy. I also like to see him looking at me with eyes full of heart.

It's good to take care of him all the time.

Song Xiaole really couldn't stay the next day, Song Yanchu saw him wandering around the house, so he decided to drive him out to play.

"Want to go to the aquarium?"

Song Xiaole pointed to the TV that was broadcasting the Science Channel, "Shark?"

"Yes, you can watch sharks."

Song Xiaole jumped up excitedly, "I want to go!"

Song Yanchu drove out with him, the aquarium was far away from home, passing Huishui Bridge, Song Xiaole tilted his head to look at the bridge hole, Song Yanchu rubbed his face.

The car drove south, Song Xiaole didn't know what he saw.Suddenly sat up.

"What's wrong?" Song Yanchu asked.

The car stopped at the intersection and waited for the red light. Song Xiaole stared closely at a middle-aged man who had just passed the zebra crossing and walked towards the alley. Seeing the man walk into the alley, Song Xiaole anxiously pushed the door and was about to get out of the car.

Song Yanchu grabbed him, "What's wrong with you? You can't get out of the car here!"

Song Xiaole stared at the alley.

The location here is very remote, it should be regarded as a village in the city, it is completely different from the villa area, but Song Xiaole feels that this place is very familiar.

He saw his old master.

His owner was still wearing the yellow sweatshirt, a yellow hat with the name of the travel agency on his head, and a black plastic bag in his hand.

Song Xiaole could guess that there must be two grass carp there.

The owner's family likes to eat grass carp.

He felt that he should not have nostalgia for them, but when he thought about it, it took 12 years, 12 years, the entire life of a dog, from birth to death.

He couldn't restrain his impulse, and when Song Yanchu passed the traffic light and was not far from the entrance of the alley, he got out of the car in a hurry.

Before getting off the car, he heard Song Yanchu calling his name.

Song Xiaole.

Yes, he has a name, his name is Song Xiaole.

But why at that second, another voice appeared in his mind.

When the old owner put the leftovers in front of him, he said to him while talking with his family members: "Xiao Huang, you are so beautiful, there is still meat on the bones, eat slowly."

At that time, he really felt that the old master had treated him very well.

If he hadn't met Song Yanchu, he would have thought that all the dogs in the world would be trapped like him.

His head is in a mess.

Half of them were looking back at Mr. Song, while chasing after the old master.

He didn't want to go back to that home, but he wanted to see the chain that had trapped him for 12 years.

Just treat it as an individual.

He ran over recklessly, bypassing a row of one-story houses, and ran to a small field where he saw his former home in the distance.

The old master heard the footsteps and turned to look at him, Song Xiaole stopped immediately.

The old owner was much older and had gray hair.

Song Xiaole thought: After I died, it took many years to be reborn on the body of a homeless man.

"Who are you looking for?" The old master looked at the glamorous Song Xiaole and asked.

Song Xiaole's body stiffened, and she shook her head after a while, "I, I'm passing by."

The old owner turned around and continued to walk forward, pushed open the gate of the yard, and walked in.

Song Xiaole clutched his chest, almost out of breath, he stood where he was, stood on tiptoes, and couldn't see the concrete pile that tied him back then, it was leveled and turned into a place to park the battery car.

The only evidence that he ever existed was gone.

After a while, a young man came out of the room. He was the son of the old owner. He had also changed from a five or six-year-old child to a young man in his early twenties.

He came out with a cigarette in his mouth, followed by a small Pekingese.

Song Xiaole was struck by lightning.

The little Pekingese followed the young man alive and kicking, biting the heel of his slippers. When he got tired of playing, he ran to the old owner and raised his paw to scratch the old owner's leg. The old owner smiled and hugged him, "Wangwang, Are you out in the sun too?"

The last ray of hope in Song Xiaole's heart was also extinguished.

It's not that they don't like dogs.

It turned out that they really just didn't care about him, a loyal dog who had looked after their home for 12 years and finally died in the snow in the New Year.

They have a beautiful little pet dog that they will cherish and treat with tenderness.

Song Xiaole couldn't even shed tears.

He thought: It hurts, my heart is probably bleeding.

The young man noticed Song Xiaole and came out to greet him: "Who are you looking for?"

Song Xiaole shook her head, "I'm just passing by."

The young man looked Song Xiaole up and down, smiled and said, "Oh, good."

Little Jingba ran out and circled Song Xiaole twice.

Song Xiaole turned around in a daze, and when she looked up, she saw Song Yanchu standing at the entrance of the alley.

Song Yanchu was tall and tall, and his simple shirt and trousers looked like a celebrity in his photo, which set off the gray bungalows around him even more gloomy.

Song Yanchu's complexion was very bad.

His eyes fell on Song Xiaole and the young man, and then he turned away abruptly.

Song Xiaole chased after her, tears streaming down her face.

When he saw Song Yanchu, he immediately became vulnerable.

Song Xiaole sat in the car and kept wiping away tears.

Song Yanchu sat in the driver's seat, looking out of the car window silently. He didn't ask Song Xiaole why he was crying, nor did he wipe his tears for him. Pass the tissue to Song Xiaole.

Song Xiaole stopped sobbing, but her tears became more violent.

He was so afraid of Song Yanchu's indifferent eyes just now, as if he didn't care at all.

Don't care, don't care, don't like, and finally forget.

Will Mr. Song do the same?

Will the deck chair at the door disappear like a cement pile?

Why do puppies naturally love humans?Can he trust humans again?Who can help him?He wants a definite answer.

Song Xiaole turned her back and cried bitterly.

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The author has something to say:

感谢在2022-07-1023:47:58~2022-07-1101:13:50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 of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 more bottle of carburi;

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