Snow Leopard Breeding Guide

The black dog was detained by him in a corner deep in his heart by forceful means. Although he didn't completely disappear, he couldn't be a demon again for a while.Fu Yun packed his luggage and happily went to Tibet with the team.

Before leaving, the man stopped him and asked to get back together again.

This experience was beyond his memory. Fu Yun remembered that when he boarded the plane alone, he only had half a loaf of bread in his backpack.

He listened to the man's speech calmly, then said goodbye politely, and walked into the aisle without looking back.The man behind him shouted with all his might, Fu Yun didn't even want to turn around.

Go forward, he secretly said to himself.

Fu Shen is in front.

When people arrive in Tibet, their sense of time slows down.Fu Yun thinks this is a good thing, at least it can help him spend the long time without cats.

He walked and walked with his comrades-in-arms, stepping on the thick snow, walking on the hard ice, and wandering in the valleys without people.

Sometimes they sleep on the grass, sometimes they sleep in the open among the rocks, and sometimes they cross no-man's land.The desert is covered with mottled white snow, and a round moon pierces the plateau, within easy reach. The warrior's horse gallops past, and under the moonlight, the vulture's wings spread flat and slide past quietly.

He learned to record his mood, tore off the calendar one by one, and the back was filled with Fu Yun's day.In the beginning, it was an ink pen, but the fountain pen was always frozen, and it didn’t work no matter how hard you breathed, so he changed it to a pencil to record.

In the evening, by the bonfire for cooking, he slowly wrote with a pencil less than a finger long. Wearing thick gloves, the handwriting was still clear and beautiful.

While drinking hot wine, the fellow Tibetan men talked about the people at home in heavily accented Tibetan dialect, saying that she called again and asked when she would be home.

Dizziness floated up their cheeks, the men were soft in heart, a little shy on their faces, and laughed like flowers.Fu Yun listened while writing, unconsciously showing the same smile.

He wrote all these happy things on the back of the calendar, as if he was hiding not far from the crowd, and was on the phone with Fu Shen.

The ink is gradually returning to the black and white painting, and filling in the blanks usually adds color to the whole world.In the monotonous life, the days pass without knowing it, it will be a few months, one year, two years, seven or eight years.

Comets came, earthquakes and tsunamis came back, and many people lost their loved ones.The orcs came again, like mushrooms after a spring rain, quietly popping up one by one.

Later, the Special Control Bureau came into being, and each team was established. Lao Du served as the team leader of "Hideous", and led a group of cats, cats and dogs to chase the Chinese zodiac. all over the country.

Fu Yun was still staying in that simple outpost, waiting for his people.

The snow leopard did not arrive as promised, and everyone came back, only he did not come back.

Fu Yun didn't walk out of the valley with A03, didn't lose contact with all his teammates, and he didn't even catch up with the avalanche.

……

——Excuse me, leader, but the case last night was really not a snow leopard. If you don’t believe me, take a look...it’s just a Tibetan mastiff, which is quite fierce.

——Oh, we have never picked up the man that the snow leopard turned into.The wolf came, our dog protected the child, but it didn't.

——A03?How do you know... oh you're from the border guards. A03 is dead. He died a long time ago. He didn't escape the poaching shot. When we went, the skin was all taken away.Alas, dog day poacher, I hate it to death, I haven't caught it for so long...

As if he had never heard the news, he was still stationed on the plateau, almost a local.

Wearing a thick robe, his hair is long and rough, tied up casually with a turquoise string.

The calendar was torn out long ago, and it was sandwiched in a thick notebook.More than a dozen completed diaries were piled up in the corner of the dusty cabinet, all of which were his hopes.

Fu Yun didn't know why he kept waiting.

It seems that he knows that he can't give up his life easily, but he can't do it, so he can only barely maintain a state to survive, glowing and glowing, draining his last value, and then withering naturally.

This is the correct and valuable life.

Fu Yun became the patron saint of the herdsmen, and he has his own Tibetan name - "Gongbu", that is, the patron saint.

He repeated the same work day after day, indifferently disposing of one orc after another, or transferring them according to procedures, or culling them according to regulations, but he never spoke a word to them.

Ten years, 20 years.It's been so long that Fu Yun has brought out his apprentice, and when he has a holiday, he can spend a day in a daze in the simple dormitory.

It was just a very ordinary afternoon, a variety show was playing on the TV in the dormitory, and the sound was mixed with the hoarse electric sound.

The sunlight from the plateau shines through the window, filling the whole room. Fu Yun wakes up drowsily, sits up, and sees half of his face reflected on the dusty glass window.

Like a scribbled most of my life.

His face had already climbed into the ravines, he was no longer the vigorous look he had when he was young, the corners of his mouth were drooping under the accumulated beard, he hadn't smiled for a long time, his eye sockets were sunken, and there was no brilliance in his dark pupils.

No relatives, no lover, no more years.

For so many years, he has nothing, and has been looking for the truth in the phantom from the beginning to the end.

For a flashy dream, I searched for most of my life.Those who want to see each other again even if they have shed the last drop of blood have already turned into dust.

The balloon that had been inflated for decades was suddenly punctured, and there was only a pop, and those unwilling and hidden emotions were all turned out in one go, exuding a rancid smell, and spread out in the bright sunlight.

Fu Yun covered his face and wept bitterly. Tears overflowed from his callused palms. Everything was buried under his unkempt and rough hair. Only the wrinkles and scars on the back of his dark hands could be seen.

The collapse is only a split second.

He cried so much that he was almost breathless, crying so hard that his heart was broken.He couldn't even catch his breath, and his vision blurred with tears even became white.

All I could hear was my distressed crying, and the world was spinning rapidly.Then all the voices gradually faded away, and the white halo in front of his eyes twisted and wrapped him in.

Fu Yun yelled and sat up from the sofa.

It was dark when he awoke, and the living room lights were off.A simple blanket was placed on the body, which was tightly covered.

There were several kinds of medicine scattered on the coffee table, maintaining the appearance before he fell asleep, and the plastic transparent fruit bowl was empty.Night had just fallen, and it was snowing outside the window.

Fu Yun pinched the edge of the blanket and sat stiffly on the sofa.

After sitting for an unknown amount of time, there was a slight movement of the key jack at the door. Someone unscrewed the door and walked in, and turned on the light with a snap.

Fu Chen carried several bags of vegetables in his hands, and even hung a bag from his tail.He tossed the keys on the shoe cabinet casually, was on the phone with his head tucked between his shoulders, and was busy changing his shoes, looking like a social animal who just got off work.

"I'm not going, didn't you tell me I'm not going? My brother has been taking injections and medicine these days, so I have to take care of him. He's getting better soon."

Seeing that the person on the sofa was awake and sitting, Fu Chen paused, freed one hand to answer the phone, moved the phone away from the ear, and shouted over there: "Brother, I bought ribs, wait We can have dinner in a while."

The cat hung up the phone perfunctorily, put the big and small bags of ingredients on the dining table, wiped his hands, and came to see him first.

Before he could speak, he smacked his mouth loudly.Fu Chen paused the hands holding his face, the smile froze on his face, and he asked in surprise, "Why are you crying?"

Fu Yun woodenly stretched out his hand to touch it, and found that his face was covered with tears.

Only then was he surprised to find that his whole body was much lighter, as if he had shed a layer of rotten shells accumulated with old dirt, and he could even jump for joy.

Fu Chen stared at him for a while, then suddenly chuckled, and gently wiped away the tears on his face with his fingertips.The palm was warm, and the cheeks that were cold from tears were slightly scalded by the warmth.

The cat leaned over and kissed him softly and calmly, rolling and lingering, cherishing it very much, and then slowly deepening, gently and irresistibly occupying all the thoughts in his mind.

Everything has passed, whether it is the black dog or the helpless past.

Tears flowed down uncontrollably, Fu Yun regained the ability to feel, and now sadness and grievances can't stop coming.

He cried so much that Fu Chen had no choice but to withdraw, let him go, gently hugged him into his arms, and smiled helplessly to comfort him.

Fu Yun hugged him back fiercely, wishing he could cut open his heart and lungs, and hide Fu Chen, for fear that he might not be able to find him anywhere.

"Ah Chen, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

With just one sentence, he burst into tears again.

He buried his face in Fu Shen's neck, afraid that if he cried too loudly, it would be too ugly.

But now he finally has the ability to make a fool of himself.

"So I dreamed that I was old and ugly, so I was scared and cried, and then woke up?" Fu Chen gnawed on the ribs while listening to his story with great interest, as if he didn't take it as a big deal.

He put the last bone on the plate, sighed comfortably, and while chewing his cheek satisfied, he concluded: "Even the ex-boyfriend can play a role in this story. I only have one name from the beginning to the end. The current one is too big." Miserable, I'm going to post on Weibo."

Cat has recently become obsessed with Weibo. He posts on Weibo for three meals a day, and when he buys something, he even pulls him to take selfies before going to work.Fu Yun felt that he was writing a diary in his dream, probably because he was poisoned by a cat.

He didn't say it clearly before, but after the two got along deeply, Fu Yun realized that the cat was so small-minded and cared too much about his ex-boyfriend.I didn't dare to mention the premise before, but now I want to compare with my predecessor when I get a chance.

He must be better than his predecessor in everything, this kind of inexplicable attachment Fu Yun really doesn't know why.

"Why do you have to be serious?" Fu Yun shook his head, sighed, and took the dishes and chopsticks to the sink to wash.

Huge snow leopards circled around his feet, their new winter fur was thick and fluffy, and their ring-shaped markings were magnificent and gorgeous. It could be seen that they were a bit overnourished.

"I don't care, brother is mine." The cat sat on its hind legs and stood up like a little rabbit full of expectations.

"Brother, I want to buy a cotton coat."

"Is that Paige's joint name?" Fu Yun raised his eyebrows and chatted with the cat while washing the dishes, "Okay, let's wait until the weekend."

"After shopping for clothes, let's go eat hot pot!"

"it is good."

The sad and lonely dream was just disturbed by the frisky cat. At night when Fu Shen was brazenly begging for sex, Fu Yun had completely forgotten the dream.

When the cat's hand reached down, Fu Yun hissed, feeling goosebumps all over his body, "Don't pull my tail."

Fu Chen hummed in agreement, and then suddenly touched her up again, pinching her gently.

Damn Mao Yun, what kind of fight is dragging his gun.Now it relapsed again, Shen Yue said that the ears couldn't go back, the tail couldn't go back, he became a cat person.

But Fu Chen likes it, at least there will be no obstacles in getting along between lovers.

No matter how many times he felt the slight pain, Fu Yun subconsciously bit the cat's neck.At this time, all the black dogs and Tibet were thrown out of the sky, and he only looked forward to happiness.

After not going in at all, Fu Chen stopped for a while without any movement.Fu Yun slightly raised his eyes in surprise, and bumped into his eyes that were so gentle that they could drown people.

The cat bent down, kissed him deeply, tossed and sucked lightly, tenderly and plundering.

"I'm always here, don't be afraid."

Even if I die, I will be with you.

The flesh and blood of the snow leopard turned into dust, but his soul still ran among the mountains on the plateau, crossed the grassland and ice fields, and came to the dilapidated outpost, where he sat on a small hill and quietly stared at the rickety man in front of the window.

Tears fell again, quietly, without a trace of sound.

In a quiet room, in a warm embrace.Surrounded by love, the lost and found tears, Fu Chen gently kissed them away.

Quiet and lingering, like the snow outside the window.

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It seems that there are,, small abuse? (I think should not be?)

It's okay, I can mess with Ertian when I come back~