Furry Feeding Diary

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Song Xiaole belatedly realized how dangerous the place he just got out of the car was. The place is remote, and the speed of passing vehicles is much faster than that in the city, and they almost all pass by with a whoosh.

The scene of being knocked down by a motorcycle at the gate of the community that day replayed in my mind.

He shouldn't have rushed down like that just now.

Mr. Song will feel distressed.

Song Xiaole lowered his head in frustration and annoyance, his sweater collar was wet with tears, he cried until he couldn't breathe, but he didn't dare to make a sound, so he could only curl up on the seat, burying his face in the seat and the car door in the cracks.

Mr. Song ignored him.

Song Yanchu parked the car in the garage, then got out of the car alone, did not close the door after entering the house, but did not greet Song Xiaole to enter as usual.

Song Xiaole guarded the door timidly, peeking at Mr. Song from the crack of the door.

Mr. Song first went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, and then went into the study. Song Xiaole vaguely heard the voice of Mr. Song and his assistant talking on the phone about business.

He squatted down slowly and wiped away the tears on his face. He looked at the potted plant next to the recliner and thought to himself: I did something wrong again and made my husband unhappy.Will he send me away and throw me back at the soup kitchen?Or a bridge hole?Can I still go to work?If he continues to work, Mr. Song will still see me every day. He probably doesn't want to see me.

Song Xiaole folded the blanket on the recliner, sat silently on the steps, and stared blankly around.

He saw a stray cat jump out of the grass, looked around vigilantly, and then rushed to the trash can while no one was there.

Song Xiaole flipped through the snack pack specially prepared by Mr. Song and hung on the side of his recliner, and found a bag of plain buns. He tore open the package, broke the buns, and put them in the place where the stray cats had just appeared.

He didn't take the initiative to feed it, he thought that the cat might not want him to feed it either, after all he is now in human body.

Maybe he has to learn from stray cats, not all stray cats and dogs have to live with humans.He hugged his knees and continued to look at the blue sky until the afternoon.

He hasn't had lunch yet, his stomach is growling, and there are still a lot of buns in his snack pocket, but he doesn't want to eat them. He just wants to stay by Mr. Song's side, but Mr. Song doesn't want him anymore.

Just when he was in a daze, Song Yanchu pushed open the door and said, "Come in for dinner."

His tone was very light, showing no emotion or anger.

Song Xiaole stood nervously on the steps, not daring to move her legs.

Song Yanchu seemed to be tired of seeing him like this, and looked away impatiently.

Song Xiaole was always timid, alienated, and cautious in front of him, afraid of making mistakes, he said everything well, and was nervous about everything, but he could jump out of the car recklessly and rush into the alley, just to talk to a young man.

It turns out that he can also chat with people with a calm expression.

Isn't he a bum who doesn't even know his own name?

He actually has someone he knows.

Thinking of the existence of other people in Song Xiaole's heart, Song Yanchu felt suffocated.

Song Xiaole became more and more cramped, he didn't dare to sit or walk, holding the bowl as if being tortured.

Song Yanchu stewed old duck soup in a casserole today, and he brought Song Xiaole an empty bowl and asked him to serve the soup by himself.Song Xiaole didn't understand what Song Yanchu meant, and thought that Song Yanchu wouldn't let him eat rice, so he quickly put down his rice bowl and replaced it with an empty bowl.

Song Yanchu was startled, then grabbed his bowl and helped him fill a bowl full of duck soup.

The heat caused Song Xiaole's tears to flow down, but he felt that he was not good, so he wiped his tears and buried himself in eating. He drank the hot soup without waiting for it to cool down, and his neck shrank from the heat.

Before Song Yanchu could react, Song Xiaole had already finished his meal and went to wash the bowl.

Song Yanchu looked at Song Xiaole's back and had no appetite at all.

Song Xiaole always regards herself as an outsider, as a little tramp begging at the door of his house, not daring to enter the house, not sleeping on the bed, not doing anything that crosses the line.

Inexplicably, half a month of hard work was in vain, and everything returned to the original point.

After dinner, Song Xiaole said that he wanted to go to work, Song Yanchu looked at his phone and hummed indifferently.

Song Xiaole put on her uniform silently, and then went out.

Song Xiaole stood guard until the afternoon. The sun was very hot and he sweated a lot, but he still insisted on standing there. When he came home after work, Song Yanchu opened the door and asked him what he wanted to eat for dinner. Song Xiaole was stunned, rubbing his hands and shaking his head, saying I ate in the cafeteria myself.

Song Yanchu didn't ask any more questions.

Song Xiaole changed his uniform, his body was very sticky, but he was afraid that there would be too much noise in the shower, so he gave up and walked outside in the sportswear he changed from yesterday. He rearranged the potted plants, and then squatted beside the flowers, say.

He thought: I'm really stupid, if only I were a pet dog, pet dogs have the talent to act like a baby, I can wag my tail in front of Mr. Song, or raise my paw to dance for him, Mr. Song will be amused, just I won't be angry with me anymore, but I don't know anything, even if I become a human being, I'm still an unlovable person.

But he has been trying his best to please Mr. Song, and he has tried his best.

Mr. Song asked him to be a security guard and he went. Mr. Song asked him to learn to write and he also learned. He didn't know what else to do.

The evening wind was getting cooler, Song Xiaole shrank into the blanket, tears fell silently.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard a knock at the door, and Song Yanchu came out.

Song Xiaole got up immediately, but was held down by Song Yanchu, who looked at him.

After all, I still can't bear it.

Song Yanchu smiled helplessly: "Sleep without washing? Is it dirty?"

Song Xiaole hid her hands behind her back in panic, and lowered her head in shame.

"Why did you jump out of the car today? Do you know that person?"

Song Xiaole thought for a while and said, "Yes, but they don't know me anymore."

"them?"

Song Xiaole said: "They don't know me anymore, they don't remember me, they forgot about me."

Song Yanchu thought for a moment, and guessed that Song Xiaole might have lived in this family a long time ago. At that time, he was still a skinny little tramp. Now he has transformed into a clean and beautiful person, and the other party can't recognize him.

It's them, not him.

Song Yanchu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and the feeling of suffocation in his heart disappeared.

Are you jealous?He actually left this little guy in the cold for a long time because of this unknown jealousy.

Song Xiaole's eyes were all red, probably from crying for a long time.

"I'm sorry." Song Yanchu hugged him.

Song Xiaole's face was pressed against Song Yanchu's shoulder, he smelled the faint fragrance of Mr. Song, and couldn't hold back the grievance of breaking the embankment, "Mr. Song..."

"I'm here, it's my fault." Song Yanchu took the initiative to apologize.

Song Xiaole cried and shook her head, "It's my fault, I shouldn't do things that make you worry."

"That's the end of this matter." Song Yanchu helped Song Xiaole wipe away tears, "Xiao Le stopped crying."

Song Xiaole immediately stopped crying, and looked at Song Yanchu with tearful eyes: "Mr. Song, will you forget me? If I die, or disappear for many years, will you forget me?"

Song Yanchu frowned: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Song Xiaole asked persistently: "Mr. Song, will you forget me?"

"will not."

"really?"

"Really, I'll never forget you."

Dou Da's tears fell from his eyes, and Song Xiaole asked again: "Will the recliner disappear? If I'm not here, will the recliner be taken away?"

Song Yanchu didn't understand what Song Xiaole meant, but Song Xiaole's eyes really made people feel distressed, he replied: "No, the recliner will always be placed here, this is Xiaole's exclusive recliner, only Xiaole can move it, okay? "

Song Xiaole's breathing suddenly became short, he hugged Song Yanchu, buried his face on Song Yanchu's shoulder, and hugged him tightly with his arms.

Song Yanchu circled him slowly, "Good boy."

Song Xiaole thought: He doesn't care about the exact answer anymore, no matter what happened in his previous life, even if he lives again, he still chooses to believe in human beings and love human beings.

Song Yanchu said: "Are you hungry? I'll warm up the duck soup. Do you want to eat the duck soup with rice?"

Song Xiaole lowered her head in shame and swallowed.

"I'm stroking my belly," Song Yanchu stretched out his hand and said, "Xiao Le's stomach is so hungry."

Song Xiaole covered her stomach in embarrassment.

Song Yanchu led him to the kitchen, the duck soup was heating up, and the aroma was already wafting out continuously, Song Xiaole clung to Song Yanchu tightly.

Song Yanchu asked him: "Do you want to hug?"

Song Xiaole was flattered, and quickly hugged Song Yanchu, who smiled and held him in his arms.

"Small poor."

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Vanessa_Chan_little BO1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Jiujiu;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: one plus six equals seven and six bottles; Bei and Chunyi know how much one bottle;

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