God's Prayer and Nightwish

Today is another rainy day.

In fact, I don't hate rainy days. Not only is the air cool in rainy days, but there are few people holding parties downstairs. The sound of the world is drowned out by the sound of rain, and it is very quiet.

But today's rain made me not very happy, because the sketchbook I left on the balcony was wet, even after drying it quickly, the whole book was still wrinkled into a thick pile, all the drawings were destroyed, and some of them were dirty. The paint from the colored paper melted into my hand, which is really annoying.

But forget it, my father doesn't like my painting anyway, he always says it's useless.

Painting is useless. Why did you arrange an art appreciation class for me?Simply inexplicable.

I casually threw the sketchbook into the trash can without turning on the light, and hid a book behind the bookshelf—of course, this is also a fantasy novel classified as "useless" by my father. There are two hours left in the class, I hope no one interrupts me until then.

After reading the book for a while, a person came in from the library.

I looked through the gaps in the bookshelves, and I didn't even see anyone coming at first. I looked for a long time before I saw a platinum-blonde hairy head—that guy was too short, and he wore thick clothes, and he walked wobbly Shaking, like a ball rolling.

He held a desiccant core in his arms, probably to replace the dehumidifier - after all, the humidity at sea is heavy, and paper books can't stand the damp even more.

I couldn't help thinking about my ill-fated sketchbook again, and my mood was even worse.

Meanwhile, the little golden retriever hops up to a closet twice his height—the dehumidifier sits on the top shelf.He first placed the core on the ground, then dragged a heavy wooden stool from the side, and moved it to the front of the cabinet with great difficulty.

This guy is only a few years old and looks small and dumb.

I don't know why I squatted behind the bookshelf and didn't go out, but I was very absorbed in watching him struggle to complete this simple and deadly thing from the gap on the top of the book.

The little golden retriever hugged the dry core again, climbed onto the stool with hands and feet together, and then stood up straight tremblingly.His knees were shaking, which made me inexplicably nervous, and I couldn't help sweating for him.

After he raised the desiccant core, he found that he still couldn't reach the dehumidifier, so he put the desiccant core on the second layer of the cabinet, stretched his arms and tiptoed to reach the machine above his head.

stupid!There are wires attached to the back of that thing!At this moment, I couldn't help but wanted to go out, but I saw him withdraw his arm again.

He folded his arms, resting his hands on his chin, and put on a serious expression of serious thinking, which was very funny.

After thinking for a while, he quickly climbed down from the stool, and began to move hard-shell books one by one and stack them on the stool.This daring guy wants to use the Old Testament as a foothold, but he probably can't read at all, and he can't recognize what it is.

After moving to a sufficient height, the little golden retriever started a new round of climbing. At this time, I was already waiting by the shelf one meter away behind him-after all, the casings of many books are very smooth, and if they are not stable, they will All collapsed.

Seeing him tremblingly stepping on a leather-bound vintage book, his short fingers gripping the edge of the bookcase—thanks to the fact that all the furniture on the Eclipse is fixed to the walls and floors, Otherwise, he would have been dragged over by him.

After the little golden retriever skillfully replaced the drying core, I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but I saw his foot slip——the hillside made of books finally collapsed.He lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground before I could react.

"Ahhh..." He sucked in a low breath, his whole face crumpled together, he loosened the hollow core in his arms, checked to make sure there was no damage, then heaved a sigh of relief, and continued to knead with his twisted face. ass.

Soon, the little golden retriever stood up without crying, as if he was used to such things, but walked with a slight limp.After he restored all the furniture and books, he suddenly became interested in trash cans again.

Oh, it turned out that I became interested in the picture book I just threw in.

He was not too dirty and picked up the sketchbook I had thrown away in the trash can. First, he looked back cautiously—fortunately, I hid quickly, and then opened the book.

What's on the first page?It seems to be a front yard sculpture copied casually, and there may be a four-dimensional fruit, which is nothing to look at at all.

But he looked very seriously, and even touched it with his fingers.

Turn to the next page, I urged in my heart.

As if hearing my appeal, the little golden retriever turned to the next page, and went to the next page.He looked at some paintings very carefully, as if he was studying the creative connotation of some abstract masters, but some paintings passed by in a flash, which made me curious.

When he was almost halfway through the book, he got stuck—dried ink stuck the paper together. After tearing it lightly, he began to turn around and try to find different angles to deal with the stubborn paper. He even breathed out at the sticky place, as if it could melt the paint again.

It's a pity that the little golden retriever heard footsteps in the corridor before he could come up with a reasonable countermeasure.He hastily stuffed the notebook into his clothes, hugged the empty dry core and held it against his chest in an attempt to hide it.

the thief.

Instead of going out to catch the thief, though, I let him take away my childish paintings that no one had ever admired anyway.

In the days that followed, I found that the little golden retriever would appear in the library every two days, sometimes to water the plants, sometimes to wipe the dust off the desk lamp, mostly simple tasks.But he only came in when I wasn't there—or when he thought I was, and whenever he saw me sitting behind a desk, he stole away, as if no one could see such a shining golden head.

So I started trying to throw something else in the trash.

First I lost a watercolor draft of a rain scene, but he quietly picked it up, then I lost another copper button, and he picked it up too, I also tried to put some food on the table, but it didn’t work. He would only look closely, but not touch.

I can't just throw my food in the trash can too.

Although I think so, as the little golden retriever grows up, he becomes thinner and thinner as he grows taller, and his hair is no longer as pale as platinum, but with a golden-brown polarized light—it’s still very conspicuous .I had to ask someone to buy a brand new trash can and put it under the desk—it’s just that there is no trash in it, but some candies, snacks and chocolates with wrapping paper, which were picked up by the little golden retriever with a look of surprise .

He looked like he was holding a large taffy, his jaw was sharp, his eyes were big and round, he looked like a squirrel hiding pine cones in the forest, he had no doubt about the source of the treasure, he was so stupid.I don't know if he ate the food well by himself, or distributed it to his equally thin father.

Others say that some wild animals cannot be domesticated no matter how much they are fed. I don't know how this one is.

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