Get the fuck out, Alpha!

Dahei is Fan Xiaotian's mother who only cares about Rabdo. When their family first decided to raise a dog, they didn't really have any requirements on the dog's gender. It's just that his father said "housekeeping", so his mother just said I fell in love with Dahei, who is still a milk dog.

Dahei is not black, he is still of pure Canadian Newfoundland descent, with pale golden hair, and has been majestic since he was a child.

It's a pity that except for his appearance, he is not majestic anywhere.

The reason why he named it Dahei, Fan Xiaotian's mother said it well, if you encounter bad people in the future, the dog son will be useful, you open your mouth and say "baby bite him" or "bebe protect me", don't mention how much it is Shame on me.However, times have changed, and Dog A, who grew up in everyone's fantasy, has grown into a coward.

Take this incident as an example, when Fan Xiaotian put down the phone, he was really puzzled, because the dog /B next door only mixed with Teddy who didn't know how many bloodlines he had.

The big dog faced the little mini, who knows how the big black lost.

However, what the mother said was an order, Fan Xiaotian hurriedly bid farewell to the young couple next door, and returned to the old city overnight.

The houses in the old city are all hidden in the deep alleys. He took the bus all the way to the entrance of the alleys. The dim street lamps above his head were stinging and ringing endlessly, but they were not extinguished. Like the wild dogs wandering on the street all year round, their vitality tenacious.

Dahei naturally couldn't beat the wild dogs.

Fan Xiaotian walked along the alley, warm sounds came from every house, there were noisy variety shows, and there was the crisp sound of pots and pans when washing dishes. He didn't have dinner when he came, and his stomach was growling with hunger. He quickened his pace and hadn't run a few steps before Dahei started howling crazily.

Dog A's nose is a spirit, and he can smell the owner's scent from such a long distance.

Fan Xiaotian was quite relieved. He took out the house key from his trousers pocket, and before he could fully open the door, a yellow shadow appeared from inside, followed by a fucking yell: "Xiaotian, hurry up and hug Daddy!" Hei, he wants to find revenge on the dog next door/B!"

"What..." Fan Xiaotian listened in a daze, his body reacted fairly quickly, grabbed Dahei's leg, and hugged the dog in his arms.

The adult dog was strangely heavy, and he was sweating while holding him.

Dahei was even more aggrieved than him, drooping his head: "Aww."

Fan Xiaotian took a closer look and found that there were paw prints on Dog A's face, neither deep nor shallow, and he just saw blood, but he looked closely and it didn't look like a simple scratch.

"I've been bitten a few times, and I'm disfigured." Fan Xiaotian's mother closed the door sadly, "Don't live up to it, don't live up to it!"

Dahei buried his head in the shape of an ostrich, laying on Fan Xiaotian's shoulder and howling.

Fan Xiaotian's mother's surname is Ye, and his single name is An, and he owns a well-known seal engraving studio in his hand. His lifelong dream is to train Fan Xiaotian to be his successor.It's a pity that Fan Xiaotian concentrates on the fried goods stall, and only touches his mother's favorite stone Zhangzi when he is free.

Ms. Ye An sat on a small bench in the yard and ate melon seeds, not the kind Fan Xiaotian fried: "Xiaotian, you said that our family is big black, and it has been eating beef and pork bones since childhood, which is not as good as the one next door. Dog/B?"

"Why does the little bitch just look down on it?"

Fan Xiaotian was taking iced sour plum soup from the refrigerator, when he heard this, he burst into laughter: "Which little bitch?"

"Which one else could it be? The Bomei that sells Mala Tang at the street corner." Ms. Ye An handed the peeled sunflower seeds in her palm to the old grandma who was lying on the recliner to enjoy the shade, "Mom, Xiaotian is back."

Only then did the old man open his eyes, and cheerfully called Fan Xiaotian to sit beside him, and pointed to the loofah vines that had climbed half of the wall, asking him to stay at home for a few more days, saying that if he didn't eat loofah, he would grow old.

His mother interjected: "Just dig out the flesh when you're old."

The old lady choked back without showing any weakness: "What age is it, and you still use loofah to wash dishes? I have an appointment with the master to install the automatic dishwasher the day after tomorrow. Remember to open the door for them."

Ms. Ye An was very embarrassed, and continued to throw anger at Fan Xiaotian: "Take Dahei to the hospital early in the morning to have a look, don't leave scars, no little bitch will like it in the future."

Fan Xiaotian couldn't laugh or cry after hearing such a big circle: "Mom, even if our big black is not disfigured, we won't find a Pomeranian for breeding in the future, right?"

His mother doesn't care so much: "Anyway, it's your business."

"Mom, is there anything to eat?" Fan Xiaotian had no choice but to change the subject, "I came here without eating."

"Go to the intersection and eat Mala Tang by yourself. Who will cook for you on such a hot day?"

Scattered starlight was scattered in the yard, and Fan Xiaotian heard the sound of the news broadcast coming from his father's room. He got up and pushed the family's rusty Phoenix bicycle out of the warehouse: "Forget it, I'll go to another street to buy Liangpi .”

"Bring me one, add spicy peppers." His mother ordered without looking up, "Ride slowly, don't shatter the Liangpi."

Fan Xiaotian had no choice but to take Ms. Ye An from his family. He pushed the creaking bicycle to the entrance of the alley, threw out the garbage for the neighbor, and then pedaled the bicycle slowly.

The road at the entrance of the alley is called Guoqing Road. There are sycamore trees that have grown for an unknown number of years beside the road. In summer, "foreign hot peppers" fall from the trees. The stinging caterpillars itch when they touch the skin, and the more they scratch, the more painful they become.Fan Xiaotian was stung countless times when he was a child. When he grew up, he didn't know whether it was because he went home less or the bugs disappeared. He never saw foreign peppers again. Now he was riding alone, and he recalled his childhood.

A few buses parked slowly behind him, and most of the people who got off the bus were elderly people. The old town of a city is always full of fireworks. There are many shops that are out of touch with the times, and there are many people who depend on it for survival.

It looks like an engraved seal, and it looks like an old movie theater.

Fan Xiaotian stopped in front of the cinema and looked at the mottled wall with nostalgia. He remembered the first time he watched a movie with his parents here when he was a child. The show was "Purple Sun" that day. Fan Xiaotian was too young and was suddenly caught by the screen The tiger that appeared was so frightened that it cried loudly. When Ye An carried him out, the flames that happened to be placed on Liaoyuan raged in the wind. The red scene was once reduced to his childhood nightmare. Watch the whole movie.

The exhausted Xia Chan sang on the sycamore tree beside Fan Xiaotian, and he continued to ride forward. When he passed by a twist shop, he bought the last bag of fresh twist.It should be when Fan Xiaotian was in elementary school, there was a "Chaoheng" bakery next door to the twist shop. He made a bet with the children that the bakery would last longer than the twist shop. After leaving the car repair shop, the quaint craftsmen lasted longer.

He passed many other things, and they gradually pieced together his childhood memories, such as the small advertisements for "tutorial composition" posted at the entrance of the alley, such as the sesame seed stand at the entrance of the street.

In the end, Fan Xiaotian rushed out of his memories, turned a corner humming a song full of pyrotechnics.Out of this street, it is someone else's childhood.

When I was a child, a street was a world, and it was the same when I grew up. Fan Xiaotian stepped on the pedals, receiving scrutiny from all directions, some from the withered tree forks, and some from the ashes of mosquito coils.But he was accepted quickly.Fan Xiaotian rode fast, his back covered with sweat, he rang the crisp bell, kept passing pedestrians, and finally stopped in front of the jelly stand panting.

At around midnight, several small tables were full of people.

"Two cold noodles, take them away." He smiled and handed over the money, staring helplessly at the stall owner scraping the light green jelly cubes into shreds, as if the taste of spicy pepper had rolled in his mouth.

Another hand stretched out in front of him: "Two cold skins, take them away."

The tone of the words is correct, and it is still a little familiar.

"Brother Jing?" Fan Xiaotian saw the face of the visitor clearly through the incandescent light in the shop, and almost jumped up, "Your watermelons are sold out?"

Jing Ge actually followed Fan Xiaotian all the way, from the moment he turned into this street on his bicycle, he followed him.

"No." Jing Ge said truthfully, "We will continue selling tomorrow."

Fan Xiaotian cheerfully said, "You also live near here?"

Jing Ge pointed to the street behind him: "Go straight ahead."

"Keep going...it seems to be something..." He was confused.

"It's the compound of the military region." The stall owner packed a copy and handed it out, and said casually, "The canal is further on."

"Yes, the compound of the military region." Fan Xiaotian suddenly realized.

Jing Ge quickly changed his words: "Cross another bridge."

"There are more in the Guoqiao District." He didn't doubt it, and returned to the side of the bicycle happily holding his two portions of jelly, and found that there was an extra mountain bike beside him.

It's dark and I can't see the style clearly, but it looks quite impressive.

Fan Xiaotian clicked his tongue in amazement: "Brother Jing, your car is not bad, is it?"

Jing Ge never forgets his melon-selling persona, and he doesn't even look up: "Today I'm going back to see Grandpa is in a hurry, and I borrowed a friend's car."

"Oh." Fan Xiaotian didn't take it seriously.

Seeing that he hadn't left after buying Liangpi, Jing Ge felt a little warm in his heart: "What's wrong?"

He said that this road can go straight ahead and turn again to get home, and he wants to ride together with his companions.

"Then let's go." Jing Ge hung the Liangpi on the handlebars of the bike, raised his legs, and rode for a certain distance quite gracefully.

Fan Xiaotian hurriedly pushed his old Phoenix bicycle to catch up, shortening the distance with creaking creaks.Jing Ge didn't look back, but his cycling speed slowed down, and soon he was side by side with him.The warm lights followed one another, and the wheels ran over the dark yellow spots. Their elongated figures separated and gathered under the light, and this process was repeated in the blink of an eye.

"Brother Jing." Fan Xiaotian's brain twitched, and he blurted out, "What's the smell of your pheromone?"