The Theory of the Transformation of the Loyal Dog's Soul

"Where do I keep my old clothes?" the man asked.

"The third floor of the wardrobe partition." Fang Ze replied without turning his head.

The TV in the living room was chattering non-stop, filling the 21-square-meter small house with one bedroom and two living rooms.Fang Ze sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, staring blankly at the constantly changing colors on the [-]-inch.In fact, nothing can be seen.

A sturdy golden retriever was squatting in front of him, leaning its head over his arms as if comforting, whining from time to time.

The man was rummaging in the bedroom, his expensive leather shoes rattling on the inferior floor.Fang Ze hallucinated that there was a final word in it.

"I took these books away." The man's indifferent voice came, "You don't read them either."

"It was originally yours." Fang Ze turned his head and saw that the man was putting business books in the shape of bricks into the suitcase.He tried to smile, but his muscles were mixed with bitterness, and he lowered his head in a moment of self-knowledge.

Fortunately the man didn't see it.

"Don't take anything from you, I will throw it away if I don't need it."

The man turned his head and glanced at him, then buried his head and continued to tidy up, and the frequency of his subordinates quietly increased.After a while, he hummed lightly.

Fang Ze could see clearly, his eyes were astringent.In fact, there is no need to feel injustice or anger, this is almost the same process for lovers to break up.Escape in a hurry, just as urgent as when you moved in.

There was a burst of heat in his cold palms, and Fang Ze lowered his head to meet the golden retriever's big wet eyes.The big dog gave him a comforting look, stretched out its soft tongue and licked his palm again and again.

Fang Ze was stunned for a moment, then patted the big dog's head lovingly.

Unexpectedly, at that moment, he saw an emotion similar to distress in the golden retriever's eyes.Fang Ze thought mockingly to himself, how much he lacks love.

He gently stroked the long hair of the big dog, such an intimate interaction relieved the uncomfortable mood a bit.

The man had already packed up, and the huge suitcase stopped in front of Fang Ze.

Fang Ze saw the man's pretty brows slightly frowned.He knew that he was hesitating, hesitating how to end this relationship perfectly.During the seven years of getting along with him, he knew him, and his personality was perfect in everything.

Probably I am the only imperfection in the other party's life.

As the sun sets, the sunlight of the big city has to penetrate too much floating dust, and finally falls on the man's face through the dimly lit window.

Fang Ze had to sigh in his heart, even after seven years together, the man's beauty can still impress him.

"Aze." The man's voice was hoarse when he said goodbye.

Fang Zeteng stood up, he didn't like the other party looking down on him like this, especially at such a sensitive moment.As if he was the one receiving the handout of affection.

Because of his action, the man swallowed his words again and paused.

Fang Ze looked at him, he naturally knew what the other party was going to say, it was impossible to pretend to be stupid in this situation.But he still quietly waited for the other party to speak, without saying anything.

Fang Ze has this kind of temperament, which can be called empathetic at best, and weak and lackadaisical at worst.I am used to being passive in everything, and I give way to others in everything.

The man said: "It's not easy for us to be together for so many years."

Fang Ze thought to himself, no matter how difficult it is, it will be divided.

The man said: "People talk about the seven-year itch, I thought we could get over it."

Fang Ze didn't speak.Both of them were silent for a while.

The golden retriever squatted at Fang Ze's feet, looking up at them.

"Is he treating you well?" Fang Ze had nothing to say, and wanted to slap himself after he finished speaking.

The man pursed his lips for a while: "Sorry."

He took out a card from his suit pocket, "30. I don't mean to insult you, just assume that I owe you."

"..." Fang Ze looked at the card, then at the man.Tears fell down uncontrollably.

The man lowered his eyes, pretending not to see.The card was gently placed on the coffee table.

"Also," the man paused, looking at the golden retriever who was rubbing against Fang Ze's trouser leg: "I want to take the steamed buns away."

The golden retriever dog named Mantou froze as if he understood what was said.

"Why?!" Fang Ze became anxious when he heard that, and without even thinking about squatting down, he wrapped the big dog into his arms and looked at the man with anger and sadness in his eyes: "Qi Xuanmin, you can't leave the steamed buns me?"

"Aze, don't be like this." The man sighed, "The steamed bun belongs to my mother. She has raised her since she was a child, and she has a deep relationship with her."

"But I have one too!" Fang Ze roared.Since Qi Xuanmin brought home the steamed bun that was injured in a car accident half a year ago, Fang Ze also put in a lot of thought into raising this big golden dog.

Doesn't the feeling of letting go of it count?

"Aze, don't make trouble for no reason." Qi Xuanmin lowered his voice, and he fetched the dog leash, "If you like it, I'll give you another one. But steamed buns are not."

Fang Ze wanted to fight again, but there was no reason.Qi Xuanmin was right, the clothes belonged to him, the books belonged to him, and even the steamed buns belonged to him.What qualifications does Fang Ze have?

Qi Xuanmin tied the dog chain around Mantou's neck. Mantou was not happy, so he leaned on the floor with his two small front legs, dragged his hair and let out a suppressed growl.Live and die.

Qi Xuanmin ignored him and left on the dog leash.

Mantou struggled unhappily, and the hairy butt was forced to slide on the floor.She still didn't forget to turn her head and looked at Fang Ze longingly with a pitiful expression.

As if expecting him to stay with him.

Fang Ze bit his lip and watched, his vision blurred.

Seeing this man's hard heart again, he was very sad.

There was only a bang, and the door slammed shut.Qi Xuanmin finally left, took everything he had, and took away the mantou, leaving only Fang Ze alone, and the sound of the TV chattering all over the room.

Damn...

Fang Ze clutched his stomach, there was a dull pain there.

The house he lived in was located in the old town, and like all the buildings worthy of being eliminated, it was old and low.A stark contrast to all the flashy skyscrapers.Just like him and Qi Xuanmin.

Falling in love with Qi Xuanmin is like a dream.

Fang Ze is the child of a clerk. He has an average family background, average studies, and average looks. It can be seen that his future life will also be average.

Qi Xuanmin, the boss's son, referred to as the rich second generation.She has outstanding family background, outstanding studies, and even outstanding looks.It is the most popular type of tall, rich and handsome.

The fate of Fang Ze and Qi Xuanmin, who couldn't get along with each other, began at the university's social activities.

Fang Ze felt that Qi Xuanmin was probably blind at that time, so he would sacrifice beauty for ugliness and pursue an unknown person like him with the greatest enthusiasm.

The passionate love between the two rose up into the sky like fireworks that went off, and with a sound of collision, everyone on the ground was blown up.

Qi Xuanmin was kicked out of the house by the boss' father with a resolute attitude, and his gold card was confiscated.

Fang Ze couldn't get any better, and was forced onto the street by his mother with a protruding disc holding a kitchen knife.

At that time, Qi Xuanmin said something that made Fang Ze almost unpromising to the point of tears.

He said: "I support you."

So 21-year-old Fang Ze willingly followed his lover, lived in a dark room, ate pickles, and started a difficult entrepreneurial life.

Whenever he thinks of this, Fang Ze can't help but slander Qi Xuanmin for not being a thing. "It's not easy for those who live in the rich and honor to waste chaff", he didn't listen to a word of the famous saying left by his ancestors.But Fang Ze is not very resentful, after all, this is not an era with ancestors.

Qi Xuanmin is gold, shining wherever he goes.Compared with Fang Ze who can only stay at home and write some low-level manuscripts, Qi Xuanmin is a social elite.Fang Ze watched him climb up step by step, and finally opened his own agency company, and had his own business, which is a bit like standing at [-].

And he is becoming more and more like a yellow-faced husband. Every day, he buys rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea. Except for his own manuscripts, the focus of life almost revolves around men.

The signs of cheating are obvious.From a certain day, Qi Xuanmin began to work a lot of overtime, the frequency of phone calls at night increased sharply, the volume of talking dropped sharply, and so on.Typical can no longer be typical.

Fang Ze is not an idiot either, as an otaku internet writer, these little tricks can't escape his eyes.However, based on his deep understanding of the vast number of compatriots of the same sex, Fang Ze decided to turn a blind eye to any man who is not evil.

The end result of such a move was that his friend, a certain internet editor Wang Bin, evaluated him as stupid and naive.

The combination of the two is like a beautiful dream, and now, the dream has woken up.

Fang Ze stared at the closed door in a daze, for a long time, he suddenly ran to the window.

Qi Xuanmin's Audi Q5 was parked downstairs, and he was moving the huge suitcase to the trunk.Mantou was tied to the handle of the car door by him, struggling unceasingly.The small community is full of the angry barking of the big dog.

Fang Ze hid behind the curtains, and saw Qi Xuanmin lift up the half-man-high steamed bun, lead the door with his toes, throw the big dog in like a burden, and then slammed the door quickly.

The Audi car galloped away without any souvenirs.

Fang Ze watched his seven years go away, finally couldn't help squatting down, and burst into tears.

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