The ghost hooked

When the little white dog's paws were about to scratch Xiao Bao's chest, it retracted its front paws again, raised it up a bit, looked at its long nails, and retracted its paws helplessly. Little Bao is not well.The third formula also failed.

Taking a deep breath, he walked slowly to the end of the bed, reclined his buttocks, lowered his body, and the little white dog turned on the ultimate mode.

I saw him sprinting and started bouncing up and down on the bed, scurrying around in a disorderly manner, flying up with the thin quilt on the bed.

Such high-intensity mischief soon woke up the sleeping Xiaobao.

Before he opened his eyes, Xiaobao turned over, lay down flat, stretched out his hands, and the little white dog also had a tacit understanding. It climbed up to Xiaobao's chest, sat down, and slid its front paws forward, as if stretching lazily. With a flat waist, he lay on Xiaobao's body, and Xiaobao also hugged the little white dog tightly with both hands, rubbed his head, yawned, and opened his eyes.

Xiaobao's daily wake-up activities come to a perfect end.

One person and one dog went out for breakfast, and then went to another family in the village.

There was a woman named Lin Fangfei sitting in the house of this family. She was under 30 years old and a little thin.

She was sitting by the window, holding embroidery work in her hand, embroidering something with her head down. When she raised her head occasionally, she could see that she was a beauty, and she was somewhat similar to Xiaobao.

When Xiaobao came, he saw a woman with her head bowed through the open window just outside the courtyard, and knew that she was doing embroidery work. Xiaobao didn't dare to call for anyone, for fear that she would stab her again.

When the sound of the courtyard door was heard, Lin Fangfei raised her head in surprise and said happily, "Xiaobao, you are here!"

"Aunt Lin, I'm here to see you!" Xiaobao said.

Lin Fangfei put down the things in her hands, opened the door to welcome people, and the little white dog walked in while opening its mouth and yawning.It crawled into its exclusive den without being greeted by anyone, coiled up and closed its eyes.

Lin Fangfei smiled and asked, "My lord, did you have a busy night last night?"

The little white dog nodded slightly without opening his eyes.

Xiaobao washed the big red fruit in the yard, went to the kitchen to cut open it with a knife, and then entered the house, looked at the sleeping little white dog, and muttered: "I woke up so early in the morning, and now I'm sleeping back in the cage." Sleep."

The little white dog who was still asleep made a strong note of him in his heart before falling asleep.

Handing most of the red fruits to Lin Fangfei, Xiaobao said, "Aunt Lin, here you are."

Lin Fangfei has eaten a lot of delicious food, so naturally she won't miss the red fruit in Xiaobao's hand, what's more, Xiaobao obviously likes this kind of red fruit, and she doesn't want to share his food, so she refused with a smile: "Aunt Lin doesn't like it. Eat, Xiaobao, eat by yourself."

Hearing this, Xiao Bao became unhappy, and asked a little aggrieved: "Aren't you going to eat with me?"

Xu lacked love since he was a child. Xiaobao likes to get in touch with people in the village, talk and eat together. Now he is rejected by others, and he is somewhat unhappy.

Lin Fangfei couldn't bear to make him unhappy, she reached out to take the small half, and said, "Aunt Lin will eat with you." As she spoke, she pulled Xiaobao to sit beside her.

Lin Fangfei ate the red fruit and coughed once or twice. She was not in good health. She had been like this all these years, and Xiaobao would visit her every now and then.

Xiaobao got up and poured a glass of water for her, and asked a little worriedly: "Aunt Lin, why are you still not well? Didn't you let Dr. Yang take a look?"

Dr. Yang is the only old doctor in the village. Hearing his question, Lin Fangfei explained: "It's not a problem, just cough twice, it's all right." Not wanting to get entangled in the problem of illness, she added: "Aunt Lin these days I made some clothes for you, you can try them on later, okay?"

Xiaobao not only eats a variety of meals, but also wears a variety of clothes, but he doesn't understand the material of the clothes, as long as he can cover his body, he doesn't pick.

Lin Fangfei opened the wooden box next to the bed, and took out a stack of clothes from inside. Before unfolding, she could see red, blue, green, etc., several colors inside.

Put the clothes on the bed and call Xiaobao to come and have a look.

"These are all for me?" Xiaobao was also very surprised. The last time the clothes were made half a year ago, both of them were still in good condition. He asked, "Why did you make so many pieces this time?"

"What? You don't like the clothes Aunt Lin made for you?" Lin Fangfei asked without answering.

Shaking his head quickly, Xiao Bao quickly said: "No, no, of course I like it."

Looking at the clothes unfolded on the bed, Xiao Bao likes each of them. These clothes are of different styles, some are thin and some are thick. Grin to the ears.

When he saw a red item that was obviously not something he could wear, Xiao Bao was a little unhappy, holding the item in his hand, he looked at the little white dog and said: "Aunt Lin, its fur is thick enough, don't wear it." Dress it up."

Lin Fangfei covered her mouth and laughed, which caused her to cough twice, before slowing down, took the object from Xiaobao's hand, and said, "Xiaobao, this is a tiger head hat, Aunt Lin made it for you to wear."

It turned out to be a hat!

In Zhangcun, the four seasons are like spring, neither when it is too hot, nor when the north wind freezes the bones, Xiaobao has never worn a hat.

The main body of this hat is red, and it feels thick, and it seems that there is cotton stored in it.The brim of the hat and the ears are covered with short white fur, the hair of an unknown animal, combed very smoothly.

The front of the hat is embroidered with light green eyebrows, yellow outside and black inside eyes, brown and yellow nose and blue mouth, looking full of childishness.

There is a small red tail in the middle of the back of the hat, and two cute little white dogs are embroidered on the corners, quite similar to the one lying in the den.

Xiaobao doesn't know how to comb his hair in a bun, and now his hair is tied behind with a rope. Lin Fangfei put on a tiger head hat for him, which is just the right size and looks even cuter.

"how do you feel?"

Xiaobao hurried to the bronze mirror in the house, the dim yellow mirror reflected the appearance of the person in front of the mirror, a boy with a round face was wearing a festive red hat, his mouth was so wide that he could see the little tiger teeth.

"Looks good, looks good." Xiao Bao nodded, and the hat followed suit.

He liked it so much, so Xiaobao put on a hat and tried on the clothes that Lin Fangfei made for him one by one. There were five or six pieces of clothes, some were thin and some were thick. : "The hat is a bit hot, and my head is sweating."

Lin Fangfei remembered the fatness and thinness of the clothes. One piece was a little too big, so there was no need to change it. Two pieces were a little thinner, and they needed to be put out of the gaps.

Hearing Xiaobao's cry of heat, she helped to take off the hat, and said: "It's so hot, why didn't you say it earlier, after covering it for a while, you can see that your hair is wet."

"I like this hat."

There was nothing she could do with Xiaobao, so Lin Fangfei went to boil hot water to help him wash his hair.

Lin Fangfei is good at making soup, and today one person and one dog will stay here for lunch. After washing Xiaobao's hair, the two will go to the kitchen to cook.

Xiao Bao sat on the small bench and lit the fire, while Lin Fangfei rolled up her sleeves to cut and stir-fry vegetables, and a small pot of soup was stewing on the small stove next to her.

Eating here is different from eating at Granny Wang's house. The main food is soup and water. Besides soup, there are only two dishes, and the staple food is rice.

When the food was on the table, Xiaobao went to ask the little white dog to get up and eat.

Xiao Bao squatted on the ground, pointed the little white dog's head with an index finger, pushed it awake, and then pulled up its two front paws, and the little white dog stretched a big lazy waist in this position .

One person and one dog washed their hands and paws before returning to the table to prepare for dinner.

There are few dishes, Lin Fangfei divides each dish into two servings, more than half is served on a plate for her and Xiaobao to eat, and the other half is served on a flat plate and placed on the other side of the table.

The square table of the Lin family presents such a scene, which is divided by a set of lines connecting the diagonal corners of the table. Lin Fangfei and Xiaobao are sitting on the side, two dishes and one soup, one bowl of rice for each person, and the little white dog is directly on the table. , sitting at the corner of the table, two dishes, one soup and a plate of rice in front of him.

Thanks to the well-trained little white dog, who ate gracefully without dropping a grain of rice or dripping soup, this meal of human and dog sharing a table was harmonious.

After lunch, the clothes were left with Lin Fangfei, and it was time for Xiao Bao to go to school with Master Jiang.

Escorting Xiaobao to school, or supervising Xiaobao to study, is the task of the little white dog. It is the responsible dog.

Festive Little Red Riding Hood, delicious soup, everything is beautiful at first, but when it comes to studying, Xiaobao's energy seems to be drained.

Walking on the road, he looked to the left for a while, looked to the right for a while, and walked slowly.

When he saw a family not far away, Xiaobao became more determined not to study. He turned his not-so-intelligent mind, recalling the story Mr. Liu told him before, and suddenly he had a plan.

I saw Xiaobao, who was still playing around just now, clutching his stomach, showing pain, and slowly squatting down, still yelling: "Ouch."

The little white dog who opened the way ahead heard the movement and ran back quickly. Seeing his painful appearance, he was anxious.

"Woof!" After walking around Xiaobao several times, Xiaobao struggled to utter a few words, "Stop screaming, I just have a stomachache, so I probably won't be able to go to Mr. Jiang's."

But going to the bathroom? "Wow woof?"

Naturally, Little Treasure couldn't understand its question, so he just frowned and said weakly: "Don't circle around me, I feel like I'm going to faint."

Why do you suddenly have a stomachache?Did you eat something bad? "Wow woof woof?"

Before one person and one dog could communicate and understand, someone from the roadside family came out to check the situation and asked, "My lord, what's wrong with Xiaobao?"

The little white dog barked louder and louder for a long time, and more and more people surrounded him. Xiao Bao was pretending to have a stomachache, but now he was surrounded by people, his head started to sweat, and he was extremely nervous.

"I, I just have a stomachache, nothing serious." Xiaobao said.

"Stomach pain is a big deal, and it can kill you!"

"Hey? Is it about to give birth?"

"Don't talk nonsense, Xiaobao is a man."

"Okay, why does my stomach hurt? Xiaobao hasn't been sick for a long time."

……

The people in the village gathered in a circle, chattering, Xiaobao was pretending, how could he have expected this situation, he was so nervous that he didn't know what to say, and the little white dog kept barking.

Finally, the middle-aged man from Granny Wang's family squeezed into the encirclement, frowned and heard the little white dog bark a few times, and said loudly: "Xiao Bao just has a stomachache, everyone, don't just surround him, take him to see a doctor!"

The author has something to say: Little White Dog: Rabbit Author, cut my nails, I can't scratch Xiaobao anymore.

The author of the rabbit looked at his long nails and tilted his head, "Huh, why? No one cut my nails!"

Five minutes later, the rabbit author whose face was scratched by the little white dog obediently cut the nails of the little white dog.

It's really a sad story. _(:зゝ∠)_