When Wang Ping and Da Hei returned home, Grandma Sheng had already gotten up and was making breakfast. Gu Lao San was still sleeping in his room as expected.
Seeing that Dahei came back with Wang Ping, Grandma Sheng exclaimed in surprise, came over with a smile, touched Wang Ping's little head, and handed him a fried small yellow croaker that had just come out of the pan.
The Chinese are probably the only people in the world who can make breakfast in a fancy way. But Wang Ping really liked it. For the sake of the fried fish, he didn't care about being patted on the head again. He happily held the fish and ran to the sofa to eat it. Only when eating can a certain badger feel the benefits of this body. The teeth of the flat-headed brother are really delicious.
Dahei saw Wang Ping had some small fish to eat, so he also stayed in the kitchen and refused to leave. He looked as if a flower could be squeezed out of his face, and kept wagging his tail at Grandma Sheng. As a result, Grandma bent down, took out the bag from the kitchen trash can, and handed it to Dahei, saying, "Dahei, go throw away the trash."
"Woo..."
Instead of waiting for the fish, he had to run errands. The dog glanced unhappily in the direction of a badger, then walked out dejectedly with the garbage bag in his mouth.
Grandma Sheng had no idea what these two had just done. If she knew that Wang Ping had severely "humiliated" her ranger on her own tea mountain, Wang Ping would not even think of eating a fish bone, let alone frying small fish.
But he was an adult after all, and the patrolman cursed for about half an hour on the top of the mountain, but in the end he couldn't bring himself to complain to Grandma Sheng, so he had to admit that he was unlucky. He cursed these little animals for being crazy, including his own dog.
Ever since Grandma Sheng stopped patrolling the mountain herself and Dahei went up the mountain alone, this dog has become the subject of much talk in the entire Shengjiawu.
After all, there are only a few dogs that are humane and obedient. Especially Dahei, who not only patrols the mountains, but is also often seen strolling around the village, either helping grandma to throw away garbage or helping to carry the basket when buying vegetables. Such a dog, not only those who like to keep pets, but also those who don’t like dogs usually want to keep one for fun, and the uncle who patrols the mountains is no exception.
And because he patrolled the mountains with Dahei, the uncle knew more than others. He knew that the dog could understand what people said and would come to urge him to go up the mountain every day. So he also asked someone for a dog and brought it back to his own yard. He hoped that his dog would be as smart as Dahei.
As the saying goes, there are all kinds of people in the world. The same is true for dogs. Usually, after Dahei knocked on the door early in the morning, he could still take a nap. But since he got the dog, the uncle has never had a good sleep. Every time Dahei left, his dog would bark like crazy, just like a young wife who was molested. No matter how many times the uncle scolded him, he just wouldn't change.
An old man often lamented that other people's dogs were so obedient, but his own dog was so stupid. Of course, if he knew why his dog was so excited, he would scold Dahei.
Wang Ping finally discovered that this stupid dog was the typical example of someone who appeared honest on the surface but was actually vicious.
Although he didn't sleep all night and climbed a mountain early in the morning, Wang Ping felt full of energy at this time, even more energetic than at night. Perhaps because his depressed mood was vented, he felt much better.
So after eating the fried fish, Wang Ping decided to find something else to do.
Dahei hadn't come back yet, and no one knew where the dog had gone to throw away the garbage. Wang Ping patted his greasy paws, walked through the living room, climbed up the stairs to the second floor, and turned the handle outside Gu Laosan's bedroom door. He quietly opened Gu Laosan's door a crack and went in.
Gu Lang's bedroom is much bigger than Wang Ping's.
As you enter the room, on the right hand side is the small door to the bathroom. Walking inside, there is a large bed in the middle of the bedroom, and there is also an independent small balcony outside, which is covered with curtains.
On the cabinet next to the bed, there was an alarm clock with the timer pointing to noon. Cell phones and tablets were also piled on the side. On the floor next to the bed were a few pieces of clothing and someone's blanket.
At this time, Gu Laosan was wearing shorts and posing on the bed as if he was throwing a discus, with his legs spread forward and backward, one hand touching his knees and the other hand raised on the bed behind him. His face was pressed forward on the bed with his mouth open and saliva all over the sheets.
“How disgusting!”
Wang Ping stood on the bedside table, his chin resting on his paws, thinking about how to do something.
It was not known whether it was the aftereffect of excessive venting, or the shock of Jacob's death had not yet subsided, but Wang Ping felt as if his heart had suddenly been wound up, his whole body filled with excitement, and he did not want to be idle for even a moment.
Wang Ping's eyes swept around, staring at the person who was sleeping "bravely".
Drawing on your face? That seems a bit childish.
Or find ten alarm clocks, set them, and stuff them under your bed
I looked around, but couldn't seem to find too many alarm clocks.
After looking around, the badger's gaze began to move down from Gu Laosan's face and slowly fixed on an object that seemed slightly excited because it was morning.
Emmm, I remember there seemed to be a set of watercolor pens in Gu Laosan’s storage room
Wang Ping turned and left the room, and followed the route he took last night, entering the utility room as if he was familiar with the place, and ran to search the place he remembered.
It is estimated that this guy has thrown all his things from childhood to adulthood here. The watercolor pen Wang Ping found was obviously the kind used by elementary school students, and it was printed with Sailor Moon. Unfortunately, it was unused for too long and the ink inside had dried up.
Fortunately, the box of watercolor pens also contained plastic capsules of colored ink. They were all unopened, and it was obvious that they had never been used. Wang Pingyuan picked a bright red one and held it gently in his mouth. He returned to the room, restored the ceiling, and went into someone's room again, heading straight for the bed.
Perhaps because he didn't want to get stye, and also because he was afraid that his claws were too sharp and he might accidentally turn someone into a eunuch, Wang Ping didn't pull Gu Lang's panties from his waist, but used his claws to poke a hole in the plastic bag of colored ink, and then poured all the paint inside onto a small tent.
Maybe the ink was too cold, the energetic little Gu Lao San shrank back immediately after being poured over his head. Gu Lang frowned in his sleep, then turned over with one hand on his nose.
Wang Ping hurriedly lowered his head to avoid the thigh above his head, grabbed the empty plastic bag and got out of bed, then hid aside, waiting to watch the fun.
When Dahei came back from throwing out the garbage, he didn't see Wang Ping in the living room. He ran to the sofa and sniffed, then stood in the living room, staring at the stairs in a daze.
Grandma Sheng was walking through the living room with a plate of fried fish. When she saw Dahei coming back, she said, "Dahei, go wake Xiaolang up for dinner!"
"Woof!"
The dog barked once and then ran towards the stairs.
Wang Ping was originally thinking about whether he should change the alarm time. Otherwise, if this guy slept until noon, it would be stupid for him to wait like this.
But just as he was hesitating, the door of the room was opened again, and Dahei came in from outside. After taking a look at Wang Ping who was hiding behind the bedside table in a wretched manner, Dahei wagged his tail and came over to squat beside Wang Ping, then shouted at Gu Lang on the bed.
“Woof woof!”
"Hmm..."
Someone stammered and turned over in bed.
“Woof woof!”
"Uh... Got it!"
Gu Lang muttered something, raised his head, grabbed the alarm clock on the bedside table and took a look at it, then sat up, scratching his head.