The pain in his hand lasted for several days, and Yan Zhuo regretted his recklessness.
If he had known this earlier, he should have kicked him at that time. The loss outweighed the gain.
One day, when Yan Zhuo passed by the utility room, he suddenly heard a few dogs barking.
He stopped and pushed the door open.
Xu Yue squatted down and was feeding the dog.
She was surprised when she saw Yan Zhuo, and asked, "Why did you come in?"
Yan Zhuo said, "I heard a dog barking." He knelt down and asked, "Where did this dog come from?"
Xu Yue said: "The big dog tied up behind the kitchen was born some time ago, and I brought it here to play with."
She "tsk tsk tsk" teasing the dog, it seems that she really likes it.
Yan Zhuo asked curiously, "What breed is this dog?"
Xu Yue said, "Earth dog."
Uh... Don't say it, it's really rustic.
Yan Zhuo stroked its hair and asked: "Do dogs also have self-made rolls?"
How could Xu Yue know, she scratched the puppy's chin and said, "How cute."
"..."
I don't know if women are full of girlishness and have a motherly brilliance. In short, they are very loving in everything they look at.
Unlike Yan Zhuo, he felt that the dirt dog in front of him was really ugly.
He discussed with the dog: "Your hair looks like it has been permed, how about calling you Mala Tang from now on?"
Xu Yue: "..."
Yan Zhuo continued: "If you agree, bark once, if you disagree, bark twice..." He barked at the dog twice.
The dog... said nothing.
"Cough, okay, I understand, then I'll take it as your agreement." Yan Zhuo patted its head and said self-righteously.
"Huh? Is it male or female?" Yan Zhuo asked Xu Yue.
Xu Yue shrugged: "I don't know, you can see for yourself."
Well, Yan Zhuo picked up Malatang and turned it over, looked at it and said, "So you belong to the public."
Malatang licked his hand as a response.
Hey. This dog is quite intelligent. Yan Zhuo pulled its tail, and it started barking non-stop.
Yan Zhuo shunned his hair: "Okay, stop barking."
The dog doesn't listen.
"..."
Yan Zhuo's eyes widened and he shouted, "Stop shouting!"
His temper can frighten anyone, of course the dog is not afraid. "Wow, woof, woof" is still barking. Yan Zhuo was annoyed when he heard it, and threatened it suddenly: "Call again, if you call again, I will castrate you!"
"Woo..." Malatang died down in an instant, and she drooped her ears in grievance.
Xu Yue gave him a white look, and reprimanded: "Is there anyone like you?"
Yan Zhuo was ashamed, felt that he was an asshole, and quickly patted Malatang's head to apologize: "I'm sorry, I was talking nonsense. A handsome dog like you should have a lot of wives and concubines, and a house full of children and grandchildren."
What does it mean to tell lies against conscience, that's it. To be able to face such a refined dog face and praise it for being handsome is simply a test of his life.
Xu Yue: "..."
Yan Zhuo and Malatang get along with each other very happily. There are two points because Malatang is too noisy, and Yan Zhuo can't control it occasionally.
He said to Malatang: "How about I take you to meet a powerful person?"
Yan Zhuo came to the door of 108 with Malatang in his arms, and secretly turned the doorknob. When he entered the room, he deliberately lightened his steps, thinking that there was no sound. But he was still caught by Song Yan.
Song Yan said: "Yan Zhuo?"
Yan Zhuo touched his nose and asked, "How do you know it's me?"
Song Yan said: "Because you are the only one who doesn't knock on the door."
Yan Zhuo: "..."
Why is he a little guilty? For the time being, he will take it as a compliment.
He walked up to Song Yan, Song Yan had an earphone hanging in his right ear, and he didn't know what he was listening to.
Yan Zhuo glanced at his hand, an MP3 that was so old that its paint was peeling off.
It is rare to put this thing in a mobile phone today.
"Are you listening to music?" Yan Zhuo asked curiously.
Song Yan said: "No."
For some reason, Yan Zhuo felt that he was in a low mood. Yan Zhuo rolled his eyes, took Malatang's little paw and scratched him lightly, and said, "This is my new friend, Malatang."
Song Yan was taken aback: "Where did the dog come from?"
"Mother dog gave birth." Yan Zhuo said.
What nonsense. Can Song Yan know that dogs are born viviparously? He felt a little speechless and kept silent for a while, feeling that it would be insulting to his IQ to continue talking.
"By the way," Yan Zhuohuer remembered a very important thing, he said: "I forgot to ask you, is the strawberry cheesecake I gave you delicious?"
He intentionally emphasized the words "I give you".
Song Yan had long forgotten the specific taste of the cheesecake. He only remembered that it tasted so sweet that he took one bite and didn't eat any more. He unconsciously licked his lips and said, "It's okay..."
Yan Zhuo was happy, he said: "If you like it, I will buy it for you next time."
Which of your eyes can see that I like it? Song Yan received such a big blow for the first time he showed mercy.
He rubbed the space between his brows, feeling tired for a while.
Malatang probed and licked Song Yan's hand, as if silently comforting him.
Malatang always loves to ignore Yan Zhuo, but he never expected to be so affectionate to Song Yan.
Yan Zhuo had a flash of inspiration, remembering the first time he came out and said, "What do you think about training him as a guide dog?"
He just watched this kind of documentary on TV, but he didn't know how to operate it. However, he vaguely felt that this was a good idea. If he could really train a guide dog, then Song Yan's life would be much more convenient.
But his thinking was too simple, and he only heard Song Yan say firmly: "It's not very good."
"Oh... well," Yan Zhuo was a little disappointed, he said dryly while holding Malatang, "If you had a guide dog by your side, you wouldn't fall."
His voice was low, he was talking to himself, and he didn't intend to ask Song Yan to answer. But Song Yan slightly softened his tone when he heard it: "It is enough to have a blind stick."
Although the blind cane is good, it is a dead thing after all, so there is no spirituality of a blind dog.
Yan Zhuo moved Malatang towards him and said, "You can touch it."
Song Yan frowned. In fact, he didn't like hairy things very much, so he refused: "No need."
Yan Zhuo thought that he was still maintaining his aloof personality and didn't want to get close to the little animal, so he said, "It's so cute, how can you bear to reject it."
Song Yan couldn't see how cute the dog he was talking about was, but instinctively rejected it, and even backed away unconsciously.
Yan Zhuo said, "Oh, just give it a hug, just give it a hug."
He kept stuffing Malatang into Song Yan's arms, and was arranged so that Malatang was frightened, raised his dog's paw, and grabbed the earphone cable and pulled out the MP3. There was a "pop" sound.
Yan Zhuo's heart skipped a beat, he immediately carried Malatang away from Song Yan, picked up the MP3 and handed it to Song Yan as quickly as possible, but the screen was broken.
Yan Zhuo looked at Song Yan in panic. This is really a tragedy in the world.
He swallowed and said, "...can you still hear it if you try it?"
Song Yan tried it, but it couldn't be turned on. He held the mp3 tightly, his face uncertain.
Yan Zhuo apologized: "Yes, I'm sorry..."
Song Yan bit his back molars.
Yan Zhuo bit the bullet and continued: "I didn't do it on purpose, Mala Tang also—"
This sentence sounded to Song Yan as shirking responsibility and sophistry, and he interrupted directly: "Did I do it on purpose?"
Yan Zhuo kept silent.
The resentment accumulated for several days was on the verge of breaking out, and Song Yan actually smiled at this moment. But Yan Zhuo felt that he should be laughed out of anger.
He said, "Yan Zhuo."
Yan Zhuo: "...huh?"
Song Yan paused for two seconds, and then said the most bitter words in a calm tone: "You are annoying, you know. Why do you always like to meddle in other people's business? The most important thing in interpersonal communication is to be knowledgeable and interesting, don't you understand?" ? Do you think that you are very kind and capable, and then you want to get involved in everything. Does it mean that others will accept what you like, cheesecake is, and so is the dog. "
Yan Zhuo opened his mouth and froze on the spot, his face was extremely ugly for a moment. He thought aggrievedly: Didn't you just say that the cheesecake was okay
Song Yan's voice was not loud, but every sentence pierced his heart.
Yan Zhuo lowered his head and bit his lip, not knowing what to say. His throat was dry, and it took a while before he grabbed Song Yan's arm and said cautiously: "Listen to me—"
Song Yan usually hates being touched by others, and he was extremely irritable, so he slapped Yan Zhuo's face with a "slap" as soon as he waved his hand.
Yan Zhuo suddenly covered his nose, feeling so sour. It was so sour that he was almost in tears. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sorry—I didn't know that mp3 was so important to you, and that you didn't like cheesecake... It's all my fault for not liking puppies, so don't be mad."
He didn't know he could be so annoying, he always thought they were friends already.
It's probably because Song Yan's temper is too good recently, and he treats him well. So he forgot for a moment.
He forgot what Song Yan was like at the beginning, indifferent and aloof, and didn't want to talk to him at all.
It was his fault, he was wrong.
Song Yan didn't hit Yan Zhuo intentionally, but he did. He was tired and said: "You go, let me have a quiet meeting."
Song Yan didn't directly say "Get out", Yan Zhuo thought it was to save face for him, he always felt that the next Song Yan would say "don't let me see you again" or something like that.
The atmosphere suddenly fell silent, and they didn't say a word to each other.
Malatang stopped making trouble now, as if he knew that he had done something wrong, the dog lowered his head and drooped his head.
Yan Zhuo hugged it and walked towards the door with a sad face. Halfway there, he ran back again, snatched the MP3 from Song Yan, and said, "Don't worry, I will pay for the dog's debt, I will definitely fix it."
Yan Zhuo and the dog stumbled out of the house together, and when they reached the corner, Yan Zhuo remembered to comfort it and said, "It's okay, don't be afraid."
Malatang let out a soft "bark", and he was no longer as bold as before.
Seeing its weak, pitiful and helpless appearance, Yan Zhuo sighed with emotion: "Meeting me is really a great blessing for your dog's life."