In the cafeteria No. 2 of Kyoto University, a hero dog has appeared in the past two days. Two days ago, two girls were followed by a bad guy. When he was committing the murder, a pastoral dog suddenly appeared and knocked down the bad guy, leaving the two girls unharmed.
After this incident, this pastoral dog became an internet celebrity on the forums of Kyoto University. Not only did the school allow him to build a nest in a small house, but even his classmates would bring food to see it.
As one of the rescued girls, Wang Yi was very afraid of dogs because she was bitten by a dog when she was a child. But when she thought of the pastoral dog who fought the gangsters bravely at night, she was both grateful and scared, so after she deliberately bought the two-hour intra-city high-end dog food online, she put it far away from the kennel, but did not dare to approach.
This very simple and honest-looking dog seemed to see that she was afraid, and wagged its tail and took the dog food back to the kennel, but did not approach her. After two or three days like this, Wang Yi seems to have gotten used to bringing food to the dog every time she passes by the cafeteria, and the dog will always look at her with warm eyes, and the naive hairy face looks very cute.
When I brought the dog food over at night, Wang Yi stood outside the house and didn't walk away immediately. She stood by and waited for the dog to finish before asking, "Do you have a name?"
The pastoral dog's ears twitched, wagging his tail and tilting his head to look at Wang Yi, looking stupid.
Amused by its cute appearance, Wang Yi cautiously took a small step: "Can I touch your head?" She thought she was a little ridiculous and even started talking to a dog, but she was too scared, Only by speaking meaningless nonsense can the fear in my heart be eased.
Little by little, his hand stretched out towards the head of the pastoral dog. When there was still about ten centimeters left, Wang Yi's fingers trembled slightly, and he did not dare to move forward.
The pastoral dog that was lying in the kennel suddenly got up and put his head in Wang Yi's palm. Wang Yi shrank back in fright.
"Wow?" The pastoral dog tilted his head to look at her in confusion, as if asking, why didn't you touch it
Wang Yi laughed and put his hand on top of the pastoral dog. Fluffy, warm and comfortable to touch, at this moment, the fear of pets in her heart was much smaller.
"Thank you." Wang Yi squatted down and looked at the pastoral dog, "I would be in danger without you."
The pastoral dog tilted his head to look at her, and Wu Liuliu's eyes were extremely warm.
"The Mid-Autumn Festival holiday will be in a few days, you can go home with me." Wang Yi's home is in this city, so you don't have to worry about how to bring the dog home, "My parents like dogs very much, it's just these Nian has always been concerned about my emotions, so I have not raised them. If you go to our house, they will definitely welcome you as a new member. "
The pastoral dog shook his head and lightly touched Wang Yi's palm with his front paws.
"No objection, just agree?" Wang Yi smiled brightly, "That's it."
The class time was about to come, so Wang Yi had to part with the pastoral dog and hurried to the teaching building. The pastoral dog lay back in the kennel with his chin on the edge of the kennel, looking inexplicably pitiful.
"Pastoral dog?" Suddenly, two people appeared in front of the pastoral dog, one was as indifferent as ice, and the other was smiling, but the smiling man did not make people feel that he was weak and easy to bully.
"You are the pastoral dog who was swept away by the contractor a few days ago, and said that he wanted to find the management office to do justice, but he disappeared halfway?" Fu Li took out the documents and looked at it several times. Although the appearance of the people is similar, he can be From human language, action habits, and clothing styles, he can tell who is who. Dogs don't wear clothes. If the colors are the same, he really can't tell who is who for a moment.
After comparing the photos for a long time, it was confirmed that this was the missing pastoral dog from the owl's mouth. Fu Li said: "You Yao reported to us that his friend was missing. We are relieved to know that you are all right, and now we have to go back with us. ?"
The pastoral dog looked in the direction of the girl's departure for a long time, and said, "Do you have to go back?"
"It's not necessary, but we have to be responsible to every citizen in the cultivation world." Fu Li took out his mobile phone, took a few pictures of the pastoral dog, and uploaded it to the case closing system, "People come and go here, and the living environment is not good, stay here. What are you doing here?"
"That's better than moving bricks," the pastoral dog complained. "A dog like us is only liked by humans when we were young, and when we grow up, we can only be tied outside the house by farmers, no matter whether it is cold or hot."
"It used to be okay, we can at least take care of the home. Now humans like to keep golden retrievers, huskies, and pocket dogs. Even if the golden retriever husky demolishes their house, they can't bear to be angry. But these people love dogs, too. I like these precious dog breeds. Most of the pastoral dog breeds like us do not have this kind of treatment. Some people think that our pastoral dogs were cute when they were young, so they brought us back to raise them. When we grow up, they are not cute anymore. , you will feel ashamed to take a dog of our pedigree out and abandon us in the end."
The pastoral dog remembers it very clearly. A puppy told him happily before that he would have an owner soon. But three months later, he saw the puppy tied up behind the yard outside the gate of the puppy's new owner. The whole dog was thin to a skeleton, and the fur was congealed and dirty, and it grew long in the bowl next to it. There was a thick layer of mildew, and a small bowl of leftover rice that had turned rancid.
He bit the leash and rescued the puppy, but it didn't take long for the puppy to die. Before he died, he also told him that when it first arrived at the new owner's house, how much the little owner liked it, would carry him to bed and share his steamed eggs with him.
In a dog's life, there may be only one owner, but the owner can have many pets.
"The most hateful are those precious dogs and cats. They have bad tempers, picky mouths, and treat their masters as slaves!" The pastoral dog said this, and went back in frustration, "But even so, humans still like them."
Probably because he felt that his hatred for the rich was too ugly, the pastoral dog put his face back into the kennel.
"Our pastoral dog, it is not easy to have a master who will never abandon him. How dare you be as squeamish as those precious dogs and precious cats." The pastoral dog's tail suddenly wagged very happily, "I have never I have experienced the feeling of being pampered by my master. Someone said just now that they want to take me home. I want to try it. Anyway, I am a demon, if they don’t want to support me in the future, I can still find a job to support myself.”
This pastoral dog is not really cute, but the fur on his body is very clean, especially his eyes, which look very pure.
Fu Li stretched out his hand and touched his head twice: "Well, if you need it in the future, you can come to our management office to find us. No matter how humans treat different pets, but in our management office, every practitioner in the cultivation world, All are equal."
"Thank you." The pastoral dog wagged his tail, stuck his head out of the nest, and continued to look in the direction Wang Yi left.
Seeing him like this, Fu Li and Zhuang Qing left the school.
On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, Fu Li went to the school for a sneak peek again, and saw a little girl with a ponytail from a distance taking the pastoral dog into a private car. The pastoral dog was holding a small bag in its mouth and wagging its tail. Almost only afterimages can be seen.
"Da Yuan, don't be afraid when you get off the car and start driving. This is a normal car start." Wang Yi reached out and gently embraced the pastoral dog, soothing his emotions, "Dad, let's go buy some daily necessities for Da Yuan later. with toys."
"Okay." The middle-aged man who was driving reached out and touched the head of the pastoral dog, driving happily.
They finally have a dog at home!
"Ugh." The pastoral dog barked softly, attracting the loving caress of the owner.
"Da Yuan is not afraid, I will buy you toys later."
Fu Li stood on the side of the street, watching the car carrying a family of three slowly drive away, put his hands behind his back, hummed a song in a good mood, shrank to an inch, and came to Zhuang Qing's door in the blink of an eye.
"Zhuang Xiaolong, get up." Fu Li pressed his face to the window outside Zhuang Qing's room, "Hurry up, we should go catch fish."
"Didn't you say that you won't go until ten o'clock?" Zhuang Qing opened the window, and Fu Li turned into a rabbit and jumped in.
"Isn't it almost ten o'clock?"
Zhuang Qing glanced at the time. It was almost ten o'clock after nine o'clock
Looking down at the rabbit on the table, jumping from left to right, then right to left, he found a set of clothes from the wardrobe: "I'll change my clothes and leave."
"Hurry up, hurry up!" The white rabbit jumped on the spot several times, like a primary school student who was about to go on a trip, so excited that he couldn't sit still.
Zhuang Qing couldn't help but reached out and poked his butt a few times, then carried him by the neck and put him on the bed: "Don't jump, I'm dazzled by the jump."
Even his heart was jumping up and down, and he was so tired.
When Zhuang Qing got dressed and came out, Fu Li jumped onto his shoulders, stood upright on his hind legs, and waved his right front paw: "Let's go, Dragon Knight!"
"What movie did you watch with the cockroach again?" Zhuang Qing rubbed her forehead, feeling a little pain in her forehead. It was not a few days after the cockroach came to the management office, but he taught Fu Li a lot of bad habits.
"Laugh at me." Fu Li touched Zhuang Qing's face with his paw, "Just kidding with you."
"You play the same way with the scorpion?"
"How can he, he is an elder." Fu Li flicked his tail, "It's more fun to be with you."
Zhuang Qing snorted, reached out and took Fu Li off his shoulders and held it in his palm: "Ready to go out."
The speed of the dragon is very fast, very fast.
Although Zhuang Qing's fishing skills are very general, Fu Li's fishing skills are not comparable. An hour later, Fu Li brought a large bucket of authentic river fish to the alley where vegetables are often sold, and placed the fish up.
Good-looking people are popular everywhere, even when they sell vegetables.
Two male demons with no experience in setting up a stall soon had their first customer come to the door.
"Young boy, I want to take this fish back to make fish fillets with pickled cabbage. You have to help me make the fillets better."
Fu Li was dumbfounded. It turns out that if you sell fish, you have to kill them
He touched the water shot by the fish tail on his face, and turned to look at Zhuang Qing, who was silent next to him.
Zhuang Qing took the fish in Fu Li's hand, shaved off the scales with a few knives, cut off the fish's head, and neatly made the fish fillet, packed it in a plastic bag and handed it to the aunt who bought the fish.
"This knife is really beautiful, and it really has the style of a chef." The aunt gave the money and left with satisfaction.
Zhuang Xiaolong, the best swordsman of the dragon family, silently wiped off the blood and scales on the back of the sword, hiding his merit and fame.
"City management is here!"
When the fast dragon boss raised his head, the surrounding vegetable farmers and vendors had disappeared without a trace, and only he and Fu Li remained in place.
The author has something to say: Zhuang Xiaolong: Swish sliced fish! Dragon Sword Master!
ps: The pastoral dog's "hatred of the rich" remarks do not represent the author's point of view. However, I personally feel that when treating pets, there is still a sense of responsibility of the owner.