Snow Leopard Breeding Guide

Fu Yun remembered that at the beginning of this strange story, Fu Chen, who was still Snow Leopard A03, had already developed enough to attract strong female snow leopards, but why it took so long after becoming a human to mature slowly? Call it a strange mystery.

His feelings are also very similar to the life of creatures in the tundra. The water flows slowly, without arrogance or rashness. The progress is so slow that the spectators are anxious. It took six years of development before it popped out like a spring bud.

Now let Fu Yun come to explain to this little turtle-like leopard what puberty (fa) puberty (qing) is, and he really can't open his mouth for a while.

To be on the safe side, Fu Chen was dragged for a full-body examination, but nothing happened.

Just a little energetic.

The doctor prescribed some antidote to Fu Shen and sent him away. Fu Chen looked at Team Leader Fu with a confused and hesitant face, a little at a loss.

So... Do you want to help him vent his anger?

Looking at those pure gray eyes, Fu Yun suddenly had the urge to throw the cat away.

It's snowing again. City B has probably held back the heavy snow for two or three years, and wants to return it all this winter.

It's also pretty good, auspicious snow heralds a good year.

The house did not turn on the lights, and the hoarse "Goodbye" came from the elderly radio in the downstairs family. Through the heavy snow, it drifted in from the window indistinctly, with a hint of cold frost and snow, which excited Fu Cloud shivered.

"...I'm afraid I won't have a chance to say goodbye to you..."

Powerful arms embraced him, and Fu Chen kissed him eagerly and expectantly.

The old house has no underfloor heating, and the old iron heating pipes are still used, which make a trickle sound in the corner from time to time.Relying on the good health of his young man, Fu Yun did not improve the heating facilities at home.

But not anymore, at least not now.

Fu Yun felt that the room was terribly hot, but also terribly quiet.

The cat's eyes looked wet, and the eternal frost seemed to melt here.

He was a little at a loss, but also seemed to be eagerly looking forward to it.

"...Ayun."

Fu Yun clicked his tongue, took a deep breath, and flipped the cat onto the top with some skill.

"Come on, I'll teach you."

On a snowy day, the night always falls quickly, there is already chaos outside the window, and black shadows embrace each other in the room.

The white snow interweaves and flutters in the hazy sky, dances lingeringly, and falls quietly with hot love. Unknowingly, the world is only blank white.

"...I will firmly remember your face, and I will cherish the thoughts you gave..."

Fu Yun felt a roar in his ears, and all his senses were sending out warnings.

But there was a forbearance and restraint voice coming from his ears, as gentle as snow, and his breath fell on his ears, Fu Yun was shocked.

"Fu Yun, I like you."

"...I love you to death."

Lao Du helped Fu Yun with his official business for two days, and on the third day he finally put down his work and was able to rest.

At this point, a year is finally over.

Walking briskly out of the resettlement area, Lao Du directly dialed Fu Yun's phone: "Brother, remember tonight's New Year's Eve dinner!"

"……understood."

Fu Yun's voice on the other end of the phone was hoarse, and he answered feebly, which made Lao Du surprised.

"Are you sick? How did you take care of Shuangqing and make yourself sick?"

"...I'm tired." Fu Yun didn't seem to want to talk about it too much, "Whose house will it be done this year?"

"Dongzi, please eat barbecue, on the big lawn of their house, good guy."

"understood."

"Remember to bring Shuangqing with you." Old Du paused, then said with concern, "Pay attention to your body, don't make yourself go wrong."

"..."

Putting down the phone, Fu Yun covered his face with the quilt, and fell asleep.

There was movement from the depths of the quilt, and someone hugged the other person together with the quilt without hesitation: "Ayun! Ayun!"

Fu Yun: "...shut up."

Fu Chen knew he was wrong, smiled a little shyly, got into the hot quilt, and forced himself into his arms.

Fu Yun closed his eyes, and his voice was still tired: "Today you wash the clothes, bed sheets and quilt covers."

"Yes." Fu Chen quickly pecked his lips, stole a kiss, and set off fireworks in his mood.

The cat hid itself and had fun secretly. Fu Yun lay down for a while, and heard him say hello in a muffled voice under the quilt.

"Ayun, good morning."

Fu Yun suddenly let out a low laugh, lifted the quilt, and lightly kissed him on the forehead.

"Too much toss."

On the morning of New Year's Eve, the sky was slightly clearer, and a soft light fell from the clouds to the world, danced on the vast land for a while, and then slipped back.

Probably some goddess sneaked out again and was discovered by her father.

The wind in winter is harsh, and the laundry poles are hung with washed clothes, and they are frozen crispy in a short while. When you twist them with your hands, you can squeeze out hoarfrost like rock sugar.

The window faces the old street. A few days ago, from time to time on the street, there was the creaking sound of the rolling shutter door being pulled down, the buckle was closed with a bang, and the rusty shaft made a long "squeak--" sound, like a song. The last note of the tune.

There is almost no movement on New Year’s Eve. Everyone is on the way home, or already at home. They sleep until they wake up naturally on the holiday morning, and then stretch their waists to the fullest, and start preparing for the most important event of the year. A meal.

Except that Lao Du is his son, Fu Yun is alone, so he just got together to celebrate the New Year at some point.

Later, I met Zhao Handong, who was still working in the non-file bureau at the time. The young master was very lively, and the whole family had their own arrangements for the New Year, so he simply joined the gang and mingled with the three of them every year.

Sometimes when I am still performing missions in other places on New Year’s Eve, I can only play a video or make a phone call. If there is no signal in a valley, I can only leave a text message.

But no matter what, the friendship will never be broken.

Zhao's parents flew to Australia half a month ago for their elderly honeymoon, the younger sister went to her boyfriend's house with a shy face, and even the old man Zhao went to visit his comrades in the south to celebrate the Spring Festival.

The eldest brother Zhao Handong, who had just come out of the Special Control Bureau in the dark, was left guarding the huge house with a look of grief and indignation.

Thinking that there are more brothers sharing New Year's Eve this year, Zhao Handong summed up and simply called everyone to have a barbecue at home. For things like Chinese New Year, it is interesting to have a lot of people.

Zhao Handong drove a hot red sports car early in the morning to buy ingredients, because half of his friends were orcs, so he just bought half a cow.

The sports car was used as a truck, the corbels were exposed outside the trunk, and the back cover was so wronged that it couldn't be covered.

Mr. Zhao's operation was more aggressive than the color of the car, and he didn't care about the surprised eyes of the shopkeeper at all. On the morning of New Year's Eve, he could still find a business selling raw cattle. He was in a very good mood, and he made a phone call when he opened the car door.

"Brother, when are you coming? Old Du is already on his way."

Fu Yun on the other end of the phone was woken up for the second time, and his voice was very helpless: "Tonight, I have a fever, let's go after a while."

Zhao Handong was surprised, backing up the car while holding the phone between his arms, and said in a rough voice, "How can you be sick? This is, usually not very strong?"

"I don't know." Fu Yun yawned and opened his eyes, talking nonsense, "Then it's hard work and you get busy first."

Zhao Handong clicked his tongue: "Brothers still say such things, then let's go and have a good rest."

Hehe added another sentence: "Don't delay drinking at night."

He was immediately reprimanded by the team leader: "Drinking is so active, why didn't I see you active at work?"

Zhao Handong laughed and hung up the phone.

The words are of course a joke, everyone in "Hideous" is desperate Saburo, the so-called not active is probably just not active in sleep.

Fu Yun put the mobile phone on the coffee table, turned over, facing the inside of the sofa, accidentally pulled the wound and let out another breath.

It's too difficult for me, Fu Yun thought dumbfoundingly.

The cat was refreshed after sweeping away the sluggishness of the past few days, and was busy doing housework, like a hardworking bee. Fu Yun moved from the bed to the sofa to lie down in order to cooperate with him in cleaning up.

But it hurts to lie anywhere.

Fu Chen moved the scaffolding, bit a light bulb and stepped on it, and seemed a little shy not to look at Fu Yun when he passed by the sofa.

The cat's hands and feet are nimble, and its movements are smooth and flowing. With two long legs hooked, it locks itself firmly on the ladder. Its big tail is raised horizontally and sways a few times from time to time to maintain the balance of its body.

He was in a very good mood and even hummed a little tune.Fu Yun was lying on the sofa, and when he looked up, he could see the loose hem of the cat's clothes being pulled up with his movements, and his waist was looming.

Good waist.

Fu Yun narrowed his eyes.

He slowly bent one leg, and suddenly cursed in a low voice: "Dog thing."

Fu Chen burst out laughing: "Brother, I'm a cat."

Fu Yun thought about it, and it seemed that the curse words had nothing to do with cats, and he couldn't think of a new national curse for a while.

It can be seen how blind people are to cats.

After Fu Chen changed the light bulb, restored the living room and tidied up, he rushed over and hugged his boyfriend: "I'm sorry, I can't do it, I don't have experience."

Fu Yun patted his dog's head: "A man can't say no."

The cat just carried a lot of clothes and sheets to the balcony to dry, and the clothes smelled like laundry detergent.

The T-shirt was washed loose and white, and the gray hair on his head was casually tied up in a ball for the convenience of work, and a few strands of hair were hanging down disobediently. When he leaned over and kissed him, he gently scratched the base of his ear, but it was so itchy. heart.

Fu Yun patted him: "Get up, let's write Spring Festival couplets."

As a supplier of couplets for relatives and friends during the Spring Festival, Fu Yun is obliged to write several couplets every year, but usually a simple blessing is posted on the door of his house.

This year, what is pasted on the doorstep of the house is not a flowing script, nor is it just a piece of blessing. The strokes are as indiscriminate as the graffiti of elementary school students.

The only advantage is that it is still neat, probably because Fu Yun helped the master fold the grid before writing.

Fu Chen stood with his hands on his hips in the narrow corridor, admiring his masterpiece, but felt that it was pleasing to the eye everywhere: "I think my handwriting has improved."

Fu Yun pasted a big blessing upside down on the door: "Well, it's pretty good."

He also stood still and looked at it for a while, then went into the room and took out the pen: "Brother, the word 'new' is a little less."

"A lot of progress has been made, but the degree of care needs to be strengthened."

……

When Fu Yun woke up, the room was dark and the lights were not turned on. It was still twilight outside the window, and he was still curled up on the sofa.

There was a blanket covering his body, someone hugged him tightly in the chaos of light and darkness, one hand was around his waist, the other hand was busy swiping the phone, the brightness was adjusted to the lowest, probably so as not to affect his sleep .

After lunch, we finished the rest of the housework at home together. We were really unwell, so we found out the painkillers and antipyretics left over from the last injury. As a result, without exception, we fell into a coma until dark.

He closed his eyes, raised his head slightly, and a soft kiss fell down.

Light touch lingers, tossing and cherishing, silence, pity.

Fu Yun didn't open his eyes, and buried his face in his neck, letting himself be surrounded by familiar aura, and hidden in safe and warm embraces.

"What time is it? Why didn't you wake me up?"

His voice was still hoarse, and Fu Chen kissed him lightly on the forehead, his voice was low, through the steady vibration of his chest: "It's not time yet, you can sleep for a while."

"You have a severe fever this afternoon, and your body temperature is almost catching up to mine." Fu Chen paused, and asked hesitantly, "Does it still hurt?"

"It's okay." He suddenly had a thought that was not suitable for children, and thought it was a little funny.

"It's a good thing it wasn't stabbed."

Fu Chen laughed out loud.

"Should we break up if there is a thorn?"

"Break up if there is a thorn."

Fu Chen smiled lightly and hugged him tightly: "No, no."

After a while, he added in a low voice in his ear: "There will be time to transform back into a snow leopard."

Fu Yun was so ashamed that he couldn't stand it: "Okay, there's no end to it."

"Brother, you started it first."

"..."

There was another heavy snowfall in the afternoon, and it stopped for a while near the evening, and a few snowflakes fell sporadically.

The whole city was soaked in heavy snow, the streets were deserted, thick white snow was accumulated on both sides of the road, and the cars were unimpeded on the streets. Sitting in the car, Fu Yun suddenly felt that there were only the two of them left in the world.

The straight road seemed to have no end. Fu Yun was hiding in the car wrapped in a thick coat, with a scarf covering half of his face, in stark contrast to Fu Chen whose sleeves were rolled up to his elbows.

When the car arrived at the door of Zhao Handong's house, it was already completely dark, and there was a faint noise from the backyard. Someone was on the phone at the door, and they heard the sound and opened the door.

Yin Xiang had a great time making a phone call. After putting the car in, he leaned back against the pillar. It is estimated that the person on the other end of the phone is an important person.

Fu Chen retained the curiosity of coming to a new place, and explored the breath in the air with his nose.Fu Yun came a few times and took him through the house and went straight to the backyard.

Because it was Chinese New Year, even the aunts at home had a holiday and went home. They were completely self-help.

Although the thickness of the Zhao family's wallet has increased, the height from the ground has not changed at all. The ordinary people should live their lives as they should, and they don't mean to judge people by their noses.

The lawn at home is kept for entertainment. Sometimes there is a mahjong table, and sometimes an inflatable swimming pool. It doesn’t matter if Zhao Handong uses it to set up a grill and make the floor full of oily smoke. Anyway, you can do whatever you like.

The backyard was very lively, except for Xu Si who was going to bring his daughter-in-law home to meet his parents, everyone else came, and a few better colleagues from "Xing Tian" and "Ju Mang" also came.

As soon as Fu Chen's front foot stepped into the backyard, a golden retriever came over, wagging its tail and sniffing curiously at his feet.

He knelt down and said hello: "Hello."

Zhao Handong passed by carrying a big pot of meat: "It's not a beastman, it's my dog ​​called Baozi."

"Ah." Fu Chen thought for a while, then smiled and patted the dog's head, "Hello, Baozi."

Lao Du was standing by the grill, so smoked that he could barely keep his eyes open. He wore a woolen vest over a white shirt and rolled up his sleeves. Standing by the stove, he felt terribly hot.

Just as he was about to ask his son to help, he saw another person who was also not too cold came in with his sleeves rolled up and greeted him loudly.

"Hey, this Tibetan friend, here we come."

"This is so delicious." Fu Chen smelled it and was immediately hooked.

Old Du first grabbed a few skewers and gave them to him: "Here, eat it while it's hot, and Du Bin will snatch them all later."

As he spoke, he picked out a few good strings: "Give it to Ah Yun. Hey, what about that kid, why didn't you see him?"

While talking, Fu Yun came over like a ball, and Lao Du was stunned for a moment: "Why is the burn so serious?"

Fu Yun's voice was a little hoarse, and he stretched out his hand to the skewers without any hesitation, and he didn't care if the top was sprinkled with finely crushed chili salt, he pulled off the scarf and stuffed it into his mouth.

While chewing meat, the words were vague: "It's nothing, just a little problem."

Old Du handed over the meat to Fu Shen, bowed his head and hurried to work, "It's not a taboo to be so dumb, just stay on the sidelines, and I'll get you something that's not spicy."

Fu Yun also wanted to secretly reach out to take another bunch from the cat, but the cat, who realized the seriousness of the problem, seriously rejected it.

The cat's mouth was quick, and it solved the skewer in his hand in two or three strokes, leaving him no room to change.

Well, the cat has grown up and has a mind of its own.

Fu Yun was staring wide-eyed and wanted to show off his prestige, but Fu Chen, a very winking thief, pulled him into a chair and sat on it, coaxing him, "I'll go bake, and I'll give you everything that isn't spicy. , I still remember the method I taught me last time."

There was already a customer next to the chair, and Dupin hadn't stopped talking since the moment he sat down, party barbecue was his favorite thing.

Gouzi shook his tail and greeted Fu Yun: "Team leader."

Fu Yun huddled himself into a ball, nodded to him, and took a closer look and found that Du Bin was hugging and gnawing on the pepper-sprinkled leg bone with relish.

...so you are the only one who is forbidden to eat spicy food?

Fu Yun was depressed.

Fortunately, the comfort arrived soon, Fu Chen rushed over from the oven carrying a large tray.

The plate was full of grilled pork ribs on skewers. The beef was roasted until it was tender and slightly charred.

So tempting, so over the top.

Fu Yun had no interest in the grilled eggplant clams, tinfoil enoki mushrooms, he just wanted to eat meat and drink in a big bowl.

To a certain extent, he and Fu Chenzhen are not family members who do not enter each house.

After drinking for three rounds, the drunkenness faded, and the lights and shadows became blurred. There were bursts of booming cannons in the distance. When they got closer, when everyone realized it, zero o'clock had quietly arrived.

Lao Du was making dumplings in the kitchen, when he heard the sound of telling the time, he hurried out.

"Happy New Years, boys!"

The firecrackers were booming, and gunpowder smoke drifted out from every simple and old street. Zhao Handong hung a large roll of firecrackers from the third floor. They were lit before zero o'clock, and the explosions merged into the wave of city celebrations, blowing up in front of his house. There are red colors everywhere.

"Happy New Year!"

"happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year!!"

The space between heaven and earth is big enough to accommodate the sound of firecrackers that traverse the past and present, and people in the world can only congratulate each other by pulling their throats close to their ears.

A year is finally over, whether it is joy or sorrow, whether it goes well or not, now there is a chance to reshuffle the cards for myself, and fight again in the coming year.

Fu Chen quietly pulled Fu Yun aside, and while no one was paying attention, he bent down and gave him a passionate and doting kiss.

"(Tibetan) Luosa Zhaxidele*." He smiled and whispered in his ear.

Fu Yun swept away his indifferent attitude towards everything in the past, and his smile penetrated into people's hearts like a warm bonfire.

"Lotha Zhaxi Dele, happy new year."

He hugged his boyfriend back vigorously, then took out a red envelope from his coat pocket: "Your New Year's red envelope."

The cat took it in surprise: "Thank you! What is this? It doesn't seem to be banknotes."

"You're already getting your salary and still want the New Year's money?" Fu Yun said with a smile, "Let's take it apart and have a look, it's much better than the New Year's money."

Unpacking the scented red envelope, Fu Yun watched with a smile as the cat pulled out a red string decorated with amber and coral.

Fu Chen's eyes were straightened by the bright colors of the strings.

"I asked Dolma to send me the materials and tried to make it myself. I originally wanted to make a long necklace, but I was afraid of damaging the materials, so I just made this small string for your hair."

The cat was so happy that he immediately changed into it, and tied a bunch of festive red strings for the New Year, making him look more and more handsome.

"But I don't have any red envelopes for you, I'm not prepared." Fu Chen was very anxious, his big tail wagging with worry.

"Little kittens can have red envelopes, adults don't need them anymore." Fu Yun pushed him, "Go back quickly, it's not good to disappear for too long."

Fu Chen was absent-mindedly pulled back by him.

Old Du was looking for his little brother all over the room, and when he saw the two of them coming back one after the other, he yelled, "Where did you guys go? Come on, brother, give me a big red envelope!"

Fu Yun immediately began to hide, looking quite experienced: "Senior brother, I told you not to do this every year, I don't need it!"

Lao Du grabbed his fist and prepared, but he didn't care about Fu Yun's jumping up and down like a rabbit, and stuffed his red envelope into his coat pocket.

"It's just a gadget! Who wants to give you money!"

Zhao Handong, who had just been violently caught giving gifts at the side, watched the show and persuaded: "Ah Yun, just accept it, it's just a gadget with a keychain."

Lao Du himself carved a few safe peach charms and gave them to his juniors.

This 30-year-old uncle is suave and suave, and his hobbies are unique. He usually holds a gun in his hand and picks up a carving knife without hesitation.

It is said that it was specially used to pray for the master.

Lao Du has come and gone between materialism and traditional beliefs like wind, and his status has been constantly switching between public officials and ordinary people, achieving a delicate balance.

Dubin's gift was a new dog tag. Old Du got a silver chain and printed Dubin's information on the silver piece. It was practical and versatile, very coquettish.

Old Du solemnly gave the dog tag to Du Bin, and did not forget to ask: "Son, it's time to try to bring a girlfriend home this year!"

Dubin suddenly felt that the new year was more difficult than the previous year.

But either way, after another year of ups and downs, both the dog and the cat have grown up a bit.

Keeping the expectation for the new year and the desire to grow up, you can always have hope for life and courage for the future.

If a person can continue to grow up, it is the best blessing and the greatest responsibility for himself.

In the middle of the night, when the excitement gradually cooled down and everyone returned, Fu Chen quietly pulled Fu Yun aside before getting into the car, and took out a small beautiful silver-gray braided rope.

Fu Yun was a little surprised.

"I made this with my own hair. Because it is winter, the hair just grows long enough to weave." He seemed a little embarrassed. Little tease."

Fu Yun remembered that after they returned to the house, the cat disappeared.

It turned out that he hid in a corner and plucked his hair.

It's so cute, Fu Yun couldn't help but laugh.

He pulled the cat over and kissed his cool cheek: "Thank you."

Fu Chen was very happy.

Anyway, the new year is finally here.

Work hard, live well, and love each other even harder.

Note:

*Lotha Zhaxidler: (Translation) Happy New Year.

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