Fairy takeaway

Just when Mr. Greyhound thought his short life was coming to an end, a human appeared.

The human was not very old, and looked about fifteen or sixteen years old. It was chubby, with round eyes, and striking white hair. It was wrapped in a loose and shapeless sports uniform top.

"So you were barking." He said, leaning over to pick up the dog cage from the trash can.His actions were a bit rough, and the front of his school uniform was stained with unpleasant and sticky kitchen grease.

Mr. Greyhound opened his eyelids vigorously, and looked at the other party feebly.This is a strange, new human being.He had a smile on his face, and when he spoke, his fleshy cheeks bulged like a fat squirrel.

"Your hair is as white as mine. You look so cute." The little fat man admired, "And one of your eyes is yellow and the other is blue, which is amazing."

Mr. Greyhound wanted to bark, but he couldn't make any sound.

The fat boy stood guard near the trash can for a long time, and after making sure that no one came back to look for the dog, he took Mr. Greyhound home.Compared with the previous human family, the little fat man's house is a bit strange.The Spring Festival is approaching, but the house is deserted and there is no trace of human habitation.There were no adults at home, so the little fat man brought Mr. Greyhound a small bowl of leftovers—that was originally his dinner.

It's a pity that Mr. Greyhound can't eat anything.He felt uncomfortable, lying on the cold tiles, making a low whine.

The little fat man had never raised a dog and had no experience. He scratched his head and ears, at a loss.He wanted to hug Mr. Greyhound to his bed to keep warm, but it didn't take long for Mr. Greyhound to roll out of bed and continue to lie on the cold ground.This is true no matter how many times you repeat it.To make matters worse, shortly after dinner, Mr. Greyhound began to have diarrhea, and an indescribable smell wafted from the house.

The little fat man cleaned up the house clumsily, wondering if Mr. Greyhound was sick, so he took all his pocket money and went out to buy medicine.In his concept, there is no pet hospital, and the little fat man goes to the human pharmacy to buy medicine.He bought some gastrointestinal medicine according to his memory of diarrhea.He ran back home to feed the dog medicine, vomited all over the floor again, and tossed and tossed until midnight.

The next day, the situation did not improve.Mr. Greyhound was lying in the corner of the kitchen, motionless, and only occasionally blinked his eyes to let people notice his breath.The little fat man ran to the home of a classmate who had a dog for help, and learned that if the dog got sick, he needed to be seen by a specific doctor.But during the Spring Festival, pet clinics large and small in the city are not open for business.

The little fat man ran all over half of the empty city, and finally returned home.He hugged Mr. Greyhound and secretly wiped his tears, and continued to feed him medicine for humans.Little Fatty's parents are working out of town, so he can only spend the holidays alone.Facing a sick dog alone is a bit heavy for a kid who is only in high school.

The little fat man made a long-distance call to his parents, patted his fleshy chest, and promised that he would be able to enter the top [-] in the next mock exam, overdrafting all the pocket money for the new year.On the first day of work after the spring break, the little fat man took Mr. Greyhound to find the nearest pet hospital.Mr. Greyhound was diagnosed with advanced stage parotid, and doctors said the chances of a cure were low.The little fat man took out all the money.Seeing his pity, the doctor took the initiative to reduce part of the medicine fee.

Mr. Greyhound's memory of this part is hazy.He only remembered that it was a rainy Spring Festival, and it rained continuously for a week.Infusion, injection, noisy.The little fat man carries his cage and goes back and forth between the hospital and home every day.

Mr. Greyhound lay on his stomach in a small cage with a soft sweater under his belly.He stared at the outside seriously, his nose filled with strange and fresh smells.

The world is so big, he thought.

The little fat man told him, when you are well, I will take you to the park, and I will take you to climb the mountain.He said, I told my classmates that I raised a husky, and they were all envious.Fried chicken, he said, is the best thing in the world.

Miraculously, Mr. Greyhound gradually recovered.

The doctor said to the little fat man, this is unbelievable, maybe the dog is destined for you, you can give it a name.

The little fat man said, my name is Ma Yuliang, so the dog and my surname are Ma.I wanted to call it haha ​​because haha ​​sounds like a joy.Mahaha must be the happiest dog in the world.

Mr. Greyhound wagged his tail.

Because he was scolded by his parents for raising a dog without authorization, the little fat man had a not-so-good summer.He was ordered to concentrate on his studies and prepare for the placement test. He took off a layer of skin and lost a full two laps.

Mr. Greyhound lay at his feet, sticking out his tongue.Cicada was singing karaoke heartbreakingly on the tree outside the window. The scorching air distorted and deformed all the scenery between the sky and the earth, turning them into colorful spots of light.Between dreams and reality, he fell from summer to autumn, and then turned over to winter.

Winter is no longer cold, no need to suffer from hunger, and after spring there will be summer, and the days will never stop.This kind of life flies by quickly.Chubby teenagers grow up to be lean youths.He dyed his youth into strange colors, made different friends, left his hometown to study, and returned to Maochun from the big city.

Young love may be a temporary novelty and impulse.And when the teenager grows up, love becomes a responsibility.He loves Mr. Greyhound with all his heart, and by his side, he has fulfilled all the promises he made when he was young.They climbed mountains together and ate fried chicken together.Mr. Ma Daha always has all kinds of whims, and has led Mr. Greyhound to complete great adventures one after another.

Haha, he said, I read from the book that fur color and eyes like yours are not common. If you live in the wild, you might not be able to survive due to mutations.But it's okay, I think you're fine.Look at my hair, it's been white since I was a kid, and I'm a mutation for everyone else.We were made for each other.

Mr. Greyhound sighed after saying this. "Although my human was not always reliable, he was a good man. As I was about to say goodbye to the human world, I finally admitted that what the old dogs in the kennel said was true. My previous life was full and fulfilled .

Only my humans worry me.I know that cultivating people is a long and difficult thing, and it may succeed or fail.I picked a successor for him and continued to take care of him.I know he can still be happy.

But if possible, I still want to go back to him.I wish to be his friend.Same age as him, same age, always with him.In his loneliness, I can appear, not with my claws, not with my tongue, but with my words, my thoughts.

When he had a whim one day, he said, the weather is so nice today, let's go fishing.I can answer, yes. "

He Nuo blew his nose vigorously, let out a chirp, and kept rubbing his eyes.

Luo Xiang had already finished his portion of fried chicken, and silently stared at the portion that belonged to Mr. Greyhound.

After Mr. Greyhound finished his long speech, his mouth felt parched.He stopped and licked the tip of his nose seriously.

He Nuo rubbed his face, hiccupped and said, "Even if you couldn't speak before, Mr. Ma Daha must have heard your answer." He raised his face and looked at Mr. Greyhound seriously, "Some words are unnecessary Speak out."

Mr. Greyhound's eyes of different colors were clear and bright under the light, shining brightly.

Luo Xiang suddenly clicked his tongue, and suddenly threw the phone at Mr. Greyhound, smashing his forehead.Mr. Greyhound whimpered.He Nuo was frightened, stopped hiccupping instantly, and stared at the little boss with rounded eyes in panic.

Luo Xiang said: "At first glance, that human is an idiot. I don't want to be friends with an idiot. I'll give you the phone, and you can figure it out."

Mr. Greyhound didn't understand at first, with a confused look on his face.Later, when he realized it, he was instantly pleasantly surprised. “You mean, can I have this phone?” With a phone, he would be able to interact with humans in ways he never imagined before.

Luo Xiang kicked away a small stone with his toe, he was getting impatient after staying too long.The small stone flipped and jumped a few times, and jumped a long way, and finally hit Tanuo's instep.He hissed and gasped, squatted down and patted the upper of his shoe.

Mr. Greyhound was at a loss for what to do with his mobile phone.He thanked him again and again, somewhat incoherently.

He Nuo was also happy for him.Things seemed to finally get a perfect solution.He said: "You can take pictures with your mobile phone and send them to Mr. Ma Daha. He must miss you very much."

Mr. Greyhound nodded solemnly.He lowered his head and clicked on the phone's web search with his nose.He was no stranger to observing human life for many years.Mr. Greyhound slowly entered the first Baidu question in the dog's life into the new mobile phone: how does the dog take a selfie.

He Nuo squatted aside, watching enviously.

The human world is so wonderful, there are countless novel and interesting things, and you can communicate without meeting—although you are not sure whether the person chatting with you on the other side of the Internet is a human or a dog.

At this moment, Little White Umbrella appeared out of nowhere and circled Luo Xiang.Luo Xiang said, "Didn't you find it?" He frowned, and his expression became serious.He raised his head and shouted at Tanuo: "Take the money and go home."

He Nuo was a little unsatisfied.With a hesitant "Oh", he slowly gave the fried chicken to Mr. Greyhound, slowly accepted the reward, and slowly returned to Luo Xiang's side.

"Can I have a mobile phone too?" He raised his head and asked cautiously.

Luo Xiang raised her eyebrows, glanced at him, and said nothing.

He Nuo drooped his head.He remembered that he still owed the little boss a jar of dried fish.

"It's good that you can take the initiative to think about debts." As if seeing through what he was thinking, Luo Xiang nodded with satisfaction, "You should develop the habit of keeping accounts and check what you still owe at any time. "The little boss Luo Xian is still brooding over Tano's "bad criminal record".

"But, I usually don't owe money." He Nuo retorted in a low voice.

Luo Xiangdao: "Every shop has to pay the bills, so are you going to keep the bills orally from now on?"

He Nuo walked a few steps ahead in silence, and after a long time, he suddenly felt blessed and realized another meaning in the words of the little boss.

"Are you saying I succeeded?" He Nuo opened his eyes wide and clenched his fists tightly, "Are we a strategic partnership?"

He has always had a hard time with this plan.Big Brother Otter once told him that in the human world, a strategic partnership is the highest level and largest business relationship.He Nuo firmly believed that only by reaching this relationship with Da Luo Grocery Store would he be able to reach the pinnacle of his career.

"Did I say that?" Luo Xiang frowned and said casually, "I just said that it can be considered. As for the final result of the consideration..."

He Nuo nodded desperately, and repeated: "I know, I know! It all depends on my own efforts!"

Luo Xiang looked at him, his face was like a pond, his eyes were like morning stars.

He Nuo was so happy that his tail was about to pop out.He jumped up and down by himself, feeling that he was not having enough fun, so he grabbed the little boss's arm and shook it.The salt shaker in his bag made a rustling sound of grains of salt.

Ding Ding—— Swish——

Luo Xiang shook his arm away in disgust, and wiped the back of his hand vigorously on Takano's clothes.He didn't say a word, and he pursed his lips tightly, looking a little annoyed.He Nuo didn't take it seriously, still smiling brightly.

Mr. Greyhound held his mobile phone in his mouth, nodded to Luo Xian and Tano, and watched them leave from a distance.

——I will make a "Fairy Takeaway" plaque tomorrow and hang it up!It looks like I have already designed it.Can you guess what color I'm going to use?

--I do not want to know.

——Then let me tell you, I want to use pink and gold edging, so that it looks lively and professional.And the plaque must be made bigger, so that it is more stylish, and you can write a lot of thank you lists on it.

——If you dare to add my name, I will beat you.

——Do you want salt and pepper or cumin flavor for the dried fish?

- salt and pepper.

—Okay!