There are bases to ride on

Lin Mo's house is not small, with a spacious hall and a small villa design.The place where they stayed had a floor-to-ceiling window, and outside was a quiet and desolate small courtyard.

It was late at night, and Lin Mo went back to his room to sleep.The boss stayed outside with it.

Two dogs, one big and one small, were lying together. From this place, they could see the sky outside and a bright moon hanging quietly in the night sky.

The sky at night was pitch black and extremely quiet.The missing moon is white and gentle.

The puppy's head rested on two paws side by side, and two small moonlights were reflected in the round black eyes.

Every part of the puppy itself is very cute. When it lay quietly, it became a plush doll from head to toe.Everywhere is soft and easy to pinch.

"Do you want to lean on it?"

The boss asked it.

The soft and warm little body beside him moved over quietly but very actively, sticking to it.

When Lin Mo asked if it was going to take care of the mess, the little Corgi next to him languished, and had consciously drooped his dejected ears.The five characters "I'm a mess" are written all over his face.

It seems that this time it was hit hard.Ann thought that this Corgi would only go forward every day.

Half a minute later, the little guy tilted his round head on the boss, and most of his body leaned over.

"Boss." Pao Pao was still a little deliberate, hesitated for a while, and then asked in a low voice: "Am I a bit useless?"

When he didn't get permission, the little dog would lie on his stomach and watch the moon quietly by himself; after getting permission, he wished that the whole dog could get under the belly of the boss, of course, secretly.It would be great if the boss didn't find out.

Although it also thinks that it is bad, it still retains a useless reserve in front of the boss.If the boss nods, it's only a little bit useless.

Bubble couldn't cheer up this time.It feels as if it is a little tired.

It's so useless, Bubbles, after working hard for so long, it's still so useless.

Its many days of hard work are gone.Useless.It's surrounded by walls, and it's been just relentlessly bumping its head around.

No dog would get up before dawn to go to work and walk around the streets like him.However, it obviously worked harder than all dogs.Maybe it's the kind of dog that's born dumber than other people.

The boss is not stupid, and neither is the husky... Bubble sniffed his nose.He drilled his head into the warm body of the boss.

It doesn't want to be so stupid.It wants to be like everyone else.

The boss didn't answer its question. After a while, he asked it: "Are you sad?"

When the boss asks such questions, his tone is always similar to "Are you hungry" or "Are you cold?" How should I put it, he is unexpectedly pragmatic. He is really a pragmatic straight man.

It seems that as long as it is a problem with the little corgi, it can always find a simple and direct solution.

But there is no way, there is no way to solve it by being born stupid than others.There is no way for the boss to lend it a leg.

Bubble's eyes look up, combining with Langqing's downcast gaze.Bubble and those quiet dark eyes looked at each other for a while, then whispered: "...I'm a little sad."

"Yeah." The boss said, "Do you know why you're sad?"

Bubbles was at a loss.It felt like I was answering questions in class.

It used its small head vigorously to think for a while, and finally came to a conclusion: "... because I'm stupid?"

Then it heard the boss laugh softly.

The boss's voice was deep and without tone.Leaning on the big dog, Bubble felt a slight vibration in his chest cavity, and his ears were itchy, an inexplicable feeling like being drilled into it.Anyway, people don't feel angry when they are laughed at.

"I know you're having a hard time right now."

"You will be sad because you haven't given up yet, which means you are trying to make yourself better, and you don't want to stop, so you feel sad."

"You see, this is what makes you better than others. Another dog might have given up. I know you're sad because I know you won't give up."

This is the most words that Bubble heard from the boss at one time.

The big dog gently touched it with its head, and praised it as it did many times before.

The boss said softly: "That's amazing, Bubble."

Just like praising the balloons and pink claws it brought back before, the boss affirmed it with his calm and reliable voice, and there was a trustworthy power in his words.It seems to have been certified by some kind of authority.

Bubbles have never felt like this before. My heart seems to be soaked in warm water, soaked in an indescribably warm comfort, and at the same time, it is sour and swollen for a while, making the dog want to cry .The depression and heavy haze in my heart were dispelled a lot at once.

Because there is still a bubble in its heart, and that bubble has not given up, so it feels sad.

The bubble in my heart is still working hard.The boss said, it's good to be sad, because being sad means that it is still working hard.Sadness is also part of the effort.

When Ann raised his head again, the puppy pursed its mouth hard, and stared at it with a pair of wet round eyes.

"If you want to cry, don't bear it." An said, "A powerful puppy can also cry."

Little Corgi buried his face in the bristly fur on the boss's body.

Woo.

Others always praise it as "cute", but only the boss, no matter what useless things Bubble brings back to give it, only he has been saying to Bubble, "It's amazing" since a long time ago.

The boss said, it's really amazing, Bubbles.

The boss is the first dog to praise him for his strength.

The eldest is also the first dog that is best to it.

The wind outside rustled the leaves and it sounded a little cold.But beside the boss, Bubble is covered by his warm body temperature, and the whole dog feels at ease.

"Boss, how can I repay you?"

As soon as it finished speaking, it heard the boss laugh again.When Bubble said this, he was serious, and he would blush again.

From the bottom of his heart, he felt very sorry for the boss.The boss has done so many things for himself, and in the end it has caused the boss the most trouble.

"But, I feel sorry for you."

Ann looked at it and said, "Don't you call me the boss?"

Don't be sorry.Little Corgi looked moved, raised his head from the boss, and said sincerely: "Boss, when you get old, I will definitely take good care of you!"

Thanksgiving heart, thank you.

It will definitely build a big house in the future, drag Ann who is too old to walk into that house, and then bring back ham sausages every day to feed the old boss.

Boss:.

Then I really thank you.

It is very good to realize it as soon as possible to have something to depend on and support when you are old.

It calmly said "Oh" and turned back.Out of the corner of his eye, the electric tail behind the little Corgi was still swaying from side to side in anticipation, and the range was not small.

When the boss is old, he will be a kind old dog.At that time, it will accompany the boss every day.They are never separated.

An didn't need to turn her head to know what the puppy pictured in her mind.

You don't have to wait for the day when it gets old, it just wants to spit out a mouthful of old blood now.