Puppy Breeding Manual

That night, Qin Yi didn't dream of Fang Muye, he dreamed of the golden retriever when he was a child.

He dreamed that on a sunny afternoon, he and Jin Mao were chasing each other in the small garden. Qin Yi scooped up water from the pool and splashed it on Jin Mao, Jin Mao squinted his eyes and shook it off, and the fine water droplets swayed away, wrapped in the sun , each grain was golden and shining, Qin Yi blushed from the sun, and smiled to cover his eyes.

Then he heard a voice calling him, "Brother."

He turned around, the sun suddenly dazzled his eyes, and there was a white light in his eyes. Before he could see the person who called him, Qin Yi woke up from his dream.

The room was pitch black, Qin Yi seemed to have fallen back to reality from a bright dream.

There was nothing in his arms, and that soft and milky body was no longer there.

It was raining outside, pattering, Qin Yi remembered that there was a time when Fang Mu was sitting in front of the french window, looking at the rain outside the window, and asked him, "Brother, does it hurt when the rain falls on the ground from such a high place?" Woolen cloth?"

Does the rain hurt?Maybe, but that is their life trajectory, condensing on the sky, falling to the clouds, falling to the ground, evaporating or sinking into the soil.

Qin Yi turned on the light, and he sat wearily with his forehead resting for a while, then reached for the document bag in the drawer of the bedside table.

In the file bag is the identity information about Fang Muye that Fang Yanxiu gave him before, and there are photos of Fang Muye in it.

One of them is from when I was a child, about two or three years old, with small ears and a small tail, the whole person is small, with a pink and jade-like appearance, looking at the camera with black and wet eyes, and a mouth open curiously.

The puppy's ignorance and novelty of the world are reflected in Fang Muye's body in a human form, which makes people want to hug and kiss.

Qin Yi picked up the mobile phone in the drawer, which was the one he used for Fang Mu before. He opened WeChat, and there was only one chat box on the interface: Brother.

Clicking on the chat history, Qin Yi flipped through the photos that Fang Muye had sent to him one by one, and listened to all the voices one by one, so those times were replayed in his mind, and the originally warm daily life became one. This kind of torture, Qin Yi rubbed his dry eyes, full of pain.

He really wanted to know how Fang Muye was doing now, whether he would cry, whether he could sleep well, whether he had enough for dinner, whether the shower gel he used smelled like his favorite.

The little guy always likes to babble a lot before going to bed, I don't know if there is anyone to talk to him now.

Thinking like this, Qin Yi never fell asleep again, and kept his eyes open until dawn.

Qin Yi told Aunt Liu that he didn't need to come over in the future, and Fang Mu was picked up by his family.

Aunt Liu sighed on the other end of the phone: "It's great that Mu also has family members who can take care of him, but he must miss you very much now."

Qin Yi smiled: "It's okay, when he recovers, he may forget about the memory of this period of time, and gradually forget it."

"How could it be possible to forget that you were by Mu Ye's side when he needed love the most, and you have lived together for so long anyway, there is no way to replace your place in his heart."

After hanging up the phone, Qin Yi leaned back on the sofa, looked at the chandelier on the top, and took a long breath.

Then he got up slowly, changed his clothes and went to the company.

In fact, he is not in the mood to work, he just needs busy business to occupy the thoughts in his mind, as long as there is something to do, life will not be so difficult.

Qin Yi found Fang Muye's diary in the toy room.

He has never dared to step in. The room is full of toys and a faint smell of paint, all telling the story of a boy who once sat in this room. He played with toys, drew pictures, read books, shook his head and talked to himself, full of expectations waiting for his brother to come home.

Qin Yi was holding the large stack of paintings in the desk drawer, and was about to put them away in the toy room. He seemed to be possessed a few days ago. When working in the study room, he couldn't help but open the drawer and pick up Fang Mu Looking at Ye's paintings one by one, just like he can't help but listen to Fang Muye's WeChat voice every night like self-torture, as if he has an addiction, even if he knows he shouldn't, his weak will still loses Give miss.

While arranging the books in the toy room, Qin Yi saw a small book in it. The cover was a black kitten. Fang Mu also saw it when he was picking up watercolor pens in the supermarket. He said he liked it very much. .

The first page of the small book reads: Xiao Ye's Everyday.

There are a total of 172 diaries in it, and Fang Mu is not clear about the specific date of each day, so he uses numbers.

Going forward and backward, the time when Fang Mu also started to write a diary was probably after Tang Man left.

Sitting on the ground, Qin Yi read each diary carefully with a startled and frantic mood.

The writing in the diary became more and more beautiful, and there were fewer and fewer typos. Qin Yi could imagine how his little friend buried his head and wrote down these words carefully stroke by stroke.

Most of it contains daily records of daily life and weather changes, as well as some thoughts, mostly happy, occasionally because Qin Yi took him to eat snacks or took him to see a doctor, he complained and muttered, other than that , the most is to express how he likes his brother.

And the further back he looked, the faster Qin Yi's heart beat. Regarding the pictures and noises that appeared in Fang Muye's mind as described by Fang Muye, Fang Muye's description was not clear, because those memories themselves were blurred, and just reading the words , Qin Yi didn't know what he thought of.

He just couldn't believe it, and was extremely regretful. If he had known that there would be broken memories in Fang Muye's head earlier, he might have found a starting point for treatment, and Fang Mu would have recovered earlier.

But Qin Yi understands that Fang Mu is also deliberately hiding it, otherwise he would not secretly write a diary, otherwise his diary would not appear frequently such as "I don't want to know those things", "I want to be with my brother", " That's fine for now" statement.

There was only one sentence in one of them, but Qin Yi's heart skipped a beat.

"I remember, Teacher Tang said at that time, fudge."

Memories flooded back half a year ago. About Fang Muye's sudden headache, Qin Yi always thought it was because Tang Man said something to hurt Fang Muye, and that night Fang Muye also cried in his sleep, " Ruitang", a vague and incomprehensible word, Qin Yi has never dared to forget or ask, but he found the answer in this sentence.

Does that mean that at that time, Fang Mu had already recovered a little bit of memory?

Qin Yi didn't know, and he didn't dare to think about what Fang Mu remembered, how much he remembered, and what kind of psychology Fang Mu had when facing himself.

He has no chance to ask again.

The last article, according to the previous description, should be a few days before Fang Yanxiu appeared. That night, Qin Yi took Fang Mu to the planetarium. Because the weather was good, many stars could be seen with the astronomical telescope, and Fang Mu was always happy. Amazed, Qin Yi saw that he liked it, and promised him to buy him a telescope so that he could watch the stars upstairs in his own house in the future.

That day, Fang Mu also wrote at the end of his diary: Brother, I am also a little star in the sky. When you look up at the sky, I will jump down and kiss your eyes.

The suppressed emotions collapsed at this moment. In the empty toy room, Qin Yi sat on the floor, covering his eyes and sobbing softly.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, shining on his shoulders through the glass, but Qin Yi only felt left out.

Is summer so hard? It’s even harder than winter. Last winter, Qin Yi never felt cold. Every day he seemed to hug a little sun. But in summer, he suddenly fell into the ice cave. I couldn't slow down any longer, even if I stood in the hot sun, I could only get cold sweat and icy shiver.

Xiaoye, Violet Xia and Geranium have already bloomed, and many small flowers have grown, which are very beautiful. When will you be able to come back and paint?