Shit shovel officer and his cat [Comprehensive British and American]

It was four o'clock in the afternoon when Hannibal appeared at the door of Will's house, and the weather was cold.

Winston sat quietly at the door waiting for Will to come home. It wore a wooden brown collar around its neck with Winston's name printed on it. It looked at the road intently. When Will came home, he always It's the way back.

It always does, no matter the weather.

It saw Hannibal coming. The man was standing under the eaves, carrying a bag of sausages. His calm and wise eyes glanced at the collar around Winston's neck. He seemed to think of something. The cold light was printed on Hannibal's lips. Angle, unknown and immortal.

Winston subconsciously lowered his body, turning his dark eyes cautiously, until Hannibal squatted down and fed the sausage to Winston.

Hannibal watched as Winston ate up the food he made, then got up, took out the key and opened the door of the apartment. The apartment was dark and gloomy. Several dogs heard the sound in the living room and looked up at the door. .

Hannibal, who was wearing a dark blue suit jacket, gently closed the door and looked at the several large dogs in the living room.

Will is not just Winston, there are several dogs in Will's apartment. They were all stray dogs at first, and they were adopted by kind-hearted Will. Single men's apartments are always empty, and Will seldom comes back recently. .

The FBI case has been complicated recently, and Will asks Hannibal to help him take care of several dogs at home.

In fact, it is not a very wise decision to let a cat owner take care of several dogs, but Will has never raised a cat, and the only cat he has been in contact with is Sally.

Hannibal smelled of cedar wood, and only cats and dogs could smell it, the smell of cats and the strong scent of hunters.

It wasn't the first time Hannibal had seen Will's dogs, but Sally had never liked the smell of other dogs on Hannibal.

Sally didn't like being collared either.

But the kitten doesn't mind Will, who has several dogs.

His cat likes a dog.

Will had thought about going to the shelter to adopt a poor kitten, but the people at the shelter would not hand over a cat to a poop officer who had several large dogs.

"How many dogs do you have? Mr. Graham."

"You'll kill the poor kitty."

"You don't need to say how docile and well-behaved your dog is. I will not agree to hand over the cat to you."

Will, who was rejected, was very disappointed for a time. He wanted to see Sally. It was because of Sally that he had the idea of ​​raising a cat.

However, Hannibal informed Will that Sally was lost.

Will: Maybe I'm not suitable for keeping cats [Lost.jpg]

Will had chosen the dogs at first, and it was difficult for him to choose the kittens.

Especially natural enemies like Winston and Sally who can't live under the same roof at all.

Although Sally loves Will very much, no matter how many routes she changes every time she runs away from home, her destination is always Will's home, Will's arms.

But this time it was different.

Hannibal looked at the top of Will's refrigerator, the bookshelf, the corner of the table, the kitchen, and even the bedroom that Hannibal, a gentleman, would never enter when the owner was not at home, and pushed open the door.

Sally is not here.

Hannibal was inexplicably agitated, and this sudden emotion made his cold expression somewhat depressed.

The dogs in the living room were quietly eating sausages, and the large dogs took up half of the apartment.

Hannibal called Will to inquire, but he hadn't seen any strange children today.

Sally ran away from home again, this time Hannibal did not find her.

"Sally is going to school! I have been making up lessons recently. Teacher Koston is too strict, even stricter than a shit shovel!"

Peter, who was cooking meat, caught a strange vocabulary, "shit shovel?"

The little girl lying on the sofa eating meat is wearing a milky white hat and navy blue denim skirt today, her white slightly curly hair hangs down on her shoulders, and her porcelain-white face is bulging with anger. Looking at Peter with those blue eyes that seemed to be soaked in water, he looked at Peter aggrievedly: "He's a shoveler! He doesn't love me anymore! He will kill me! He even threw away my toys!"

Sally choked up and complained: "Sally's favorite ball and cat climbing frame have been thrown away, Sally has no toys, and Sally has become a kitten that no one loves."

Peter: ...

What Sally said was weird.

But it's not hard to imagine what Sally meant, and Peter's mind gradually outlined an image of an unsmiling father.

Peter poked the meat in the pot, and picked it up when it was half-rare, "He's your father, you can't say he's a shit shovel, Sally."

What happened to his parents made Peter have infinite fantasies about family affection. Even though Sally's description of his father's inhumanity was terrible, he still did it for Sally's good.

The girl's body showed no signs of being abused, not even calluses from heavy work. Her hands were like the soft pads of a cat. Her eyes were innocent and unaware of the world. Her body smelled of milk, which smelled nice and cute.

"Did you have a stomachache when you ate raw meat last time?"

The ears under Sally's hat trembled guiltily, and the little girl bit her finger and mumbled: "Um..."

Peter put the boiled meat in front of Sally. The girl lowered her head and said nothing. Peter already knew what happened. Aunt May kept saying that Peter hadn't grown up yet, but in front of Sally, Peter suddenly felt that he was very mature, unconsciously He put himself in the position of big brother to persuade Sally.

"It's for your own good that your father doesn't let you eat raw meat. It's also for your own good that you should learn not to play with toys. You can't be willful, Sally. If my father is still here, I will understand him."

Peter gently pulled out the finger that was held in Sally's mouth. The young man obviously hadn't grown up yet, and he couldn't hide the greenness on his face, but he still looked like an adult to comfort Sally: "Little sister, I will talk to you when I go back." Dad apologizes and he will forgive you."

No one had ever talked to Sally about this, and Hannibal had never educated Sally from this perspective.

Also, Dad?

Is the shit shoveler your father?

Sally blinked blankly, and ate the meat in silence, and the girl ate in a small ball without making any sound.

Peter rested his chin on the side and watched seriously, gradually fascinated.

"Can I touch you?"

Sally stopped chewing and looked up expressionlessly.

Peter's face turned red instantly, he was at a loss and almost let out a spider's thread to swing himself out to calm down, "I, I, I, I didn't mean that!! Don't get me wrong! I just want to touch your hair! Little sister, I always wish I had A younger sister, so I won’t be the only one in the family.”

The young man's tone was rapid, and in just two seconds, his palms were sweating. He still remembered the last time he was slapped by Sally.

But... so cute...

Did not hold back.

It doesn't matter if you get hit!

Peter felt that something was really wrong with him.

Sally: "Do you like cats, Peter?"

The little girl's eyes were extremely focused, as if this was a question about the end of the world.

Peter was taken aback, not understanding why Sally asked this question suddenly, and nodded: "Well, I have always liked it, but humans always live longer than cats, I may be a coward, I don't want to have feelings and watch it die. "

Thinking of this, Peter's boiling mind slowly calmed down.

"I may never have a cat in my life. My only cat is Jessica."

Jessica is Peter's dead cat.

She has been with Peter since he was born, grew up with him and played with him. Jessica is a gentle cat, but she also left ruthlessly in the second year after her parents died.

The boy turned his head sideways, the outline of his face was tough and green.

When he recovered himself and looked at Sally, he met a pair of bright blue eyes. For a moment, Peter almost thought he saw Jessica.

The corners of Sally's lips were still stained with flesh, and her milky white teeth were showing a bright smile. She threw herself into Peter's arms, her face full of joy: "Peter, you are a good person!! Sally likes you!"

Peter: ...

I don't know why, but I suddenly panicked after being issued a good person card.

The kitten's liking came suddenly and strongly.

This is directly reflected in Sally's willingness to share her flesh with Peter.

You know, this is a treatment that even Hannibal didn't have. Only Will was invited by Sally, and Peter was the second.

Sally did startle Peter when she found him with a pile of raw meat, and now Sally has startled Peter a second time.

"...Thank you, Sally."

Peter chewed on the tasteless meat, completely unable to refuse Sally's kindness.

"Peter, do you want to touch Sally's hair?"

The little girl hurriedly wanted to take off her hat. Peter's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly pressed Sally's head. The young man blushed and explained: "I didn't mean to have that kind of bad request! Sally, just pretend I didn't say anything!" Let's go!"

After the impulse disappeared, the teenager was almost suffocated by shame.

Peter Parker, you can't do something bad just because your little sister is too cute!

Sally's smiling eyes turned into crescents. In the kitten's narrow social circle, Peter had become her best friend among the few people she knew.

Of course, Peter is a friend, Hannibal is a shit-shoveler, and Will is the ideal shit-shoveler I like!

But Will hasn't been home for a long time.

Sally went to Will's house before she came to see Peter.

However, there was only the annoying Winston guarding the door, and with the shadow of meeting Hannibal at the FBI last time, Sally didn't dare to go to the FBI to find Will.

At six o'clock in the evening, Sally and Peter bid farewell, and the kitten who had been away for a long time finally knew that she was going home.

The lights in the apartment were already on, like a candle that could be extinguished at any time under the dark night sky. Hannibal left the door for Sally at home, and the kitten pushed gently.

The living room of the apartment was pitch black, and only the kitchen was lit with cold lights, illuminating the world.

Sally suddenly felt a little guilty. She was full outside, but the shit-shoveler was still hungry at home.

She should have brought some meat back.

The kitten closed the door gently, changed out of the leather boots, and put on pink slippers with cat ears.

The men's leather shoes and the girl's small leather boots were neatly placed together. Sally tidied up the shoe cabinet carefully before entering the house with slippers.

Hannibal's teachings on etiquette finally paid off.

"Sally wants goat's milk."

The little girl opened the refrigerator to look for the stock, but closed the door of the refrigerator with a hand wearing a rubber glove, a milky white rubber glove, with a few bloody nerves wrapped around her fingers, who did not know who it was.

Hannibal looked down at Sally, bent slightly, and sniffed in the little girl's ear.

Meat, and the smell of youth.

The man's deep breath warmed Sally's tender neck, and Hannibal seemed to hear the slight sound of blood flowing through the tender skin. Nibal was getting closer and closer to the face.

The girl's soft little hands resembled her flesh pads very much, and even the appearance of losing her temper was no different from that of Mao Shi.

"Sally didn't eat raw meat! It was cooked!"

This is a weak sophistry.

Hannibal didn't spoil Sally unprincipled. She couldn't escape the punishment when the kitten made a mistake. Of course, Hannibal couldn't escape the intensified torment after the punishment.

Hurt each other, endlessly.

Hannibal's gaze always made people unable to tell whether it was appetite or love.

"You made new friends?"

Hannibal stood up straight, and before Sally could react, he took off Sally's hat, and his cat's ears trembling uncontrollably revealed Sally's state of mind at this time.

The kitten only had sharper teeth and claws, and its sensitive heart remained the same as when Hannibal first met Sally.

"Ah."

Sally drooped her ears like a child who has done something wrong, she was frightened by Hannibal.

The kitten may seem to have a bad temper, but he is very sensitive at critical moments.

"Can't Sally make friends?"

"I have not restricted your right to make friends, this is a normal social activity of human beings."

Hannibal left Sally's sensitive range. He returned to the cooking table and continued to process the blood in his lungs. With his back facing Sally, he was wearing a dark brown shirt. On a shirt, strong and strong.

He didn't speak anymore, and he handled his ingredients silently, and there was a strange fishy smell in the air.

Sally stood there in a daze, not sure if the shit shoveler was angry or for other reasons, it felt weird.

"I want to drink goat milk..."

Sally whispered.

The sharp knife cut open the trachea of ​​the lungs, and the light of the white blade refracted into Hannibal's dark eyes. He ignored Sally's little desire.

The ingredients are always obtained at a specific time and cooked at a specific time to preserve its most delicious moment.

Hannibal is an excellent cook.

He is also a qualified shit shoveler.

However, his cat not only likes a dog owner, but also runs out to find a teenager to cook for her.

Hannibal made a sharp cut, splitting the lung in two.

Unexpectedly, Sally didn't make a fuss when Hannibal was making the recipe. Not only did she not make a fuss, but she was also very well-behaved.

"Did Sally make a mistake...?"

The kitten showed a rare expression of panic. She tugged on Hannibal's clothes, but after receiving no response, she clapped her arms around Hannibal's leg.

"Sally didn't eat raw meat, Sally was very good, Sally made no mistakes."

For the first time, the kitten couldn't figure out why the poop shovel was angry, and the strong and unknown anxiety made Sally at a loss. Sally was already very good.

Is it because Sally took the money?

Sally, who was more and more aggrieved by thinking about it, couldn't hold it back for a few moments, and began to cry aggrieved. The tears rubbed on Hannibal's trousers, forming a dark trace.

The kitten grabbed Hannibal's pants, crying heartbreakingly, crying very wronged.

"Sally is wrong! Sally won't take money! Sally won't eat meat anymore QAQ Sally is very good QAQ"

It was rare for the kitten not to be fussy or self-willed, but it cried like a poor little abandoned child.

Hannibal took off his rubber gloves with a headache, squeezed the space between his brows, and walked to the sink to wash his hands, the kitten hugged his lap tightly.

The little girl was a small ball, not as tall as Hannibal's waist when she stood up.

With extra weight on his legs, Hannibal put his hands on the cooking table to cool down for a long time, and then began to heat up the goat milk.

Well, Hannibal is not only an excellent cook and a qualified excrement shoveler, he is also an old father who planted a yard of orange trees.

The author has something to say: the cute child bride is a prostitute, and the lonely husband stays at home and guards the vacant room

Horizontal Pieces: Stew soup in the morning and evening

PS: Today I went to my uncle’s house to give New Year’s greetings, and then I went to the hospital to see my sister-in-law’s nephew. He was hospitalized with pneumonia, and the Chinese New Year is so busy!The author will strive to write more tomorrow!

PPS: I really want Sally to grow up quickly_(:з」∠)_Actually, when I wrote today, I still had a little Calvin, and I had too many things in my mind, I’m really sorry, everyone!Tomorrow, the author will work harder!Try to write the story of the little girl going to school! ! !