Eleven's Bedtime Stories

3.

In the end, I still didn't throw Xiao Cheng away.

Maybe it's because he has always been admired by me, and I don't think it's worth it.

Maybe it's because I'm a doctor - well, as a hobby though.

Maybe it's because my heart is still not hard enough, and I can't bear to be the cause of a person's death - he looks like this, he can't live, maybe he will be ruined to death, I met him, picked him up, then discarded His person became me.

I'll be one of those who killed him too.

So in the end I kept him - of course, not kind enough to keep him like this, no matter how much he looks like a dog now, but he is still a human being, and I will start over and teach him how to be a human being .

When he has a certain ability to survive, after that, the bridge will return to the bridge, and the road will return to the road. It is none of my business if he dies.

After all, I have tried my best.

"Xiao Cheng, you should be glad that you are the one who met me." I rubbed his head with a mocking expression.

If I met someone else who knew Xiao Cheng, Xiao Cheng would undoubtedly be killed immediately. I didn't do that because it was fun and I didn't want to kill anyone.

But you can't tell others about this, especially... well, you will definitely be scolded bloody if you say it.

Thinking of my friend, I have a headache again. His desire to control the people he cares about is quite perverted.

Perhaps because he sensed that I was not in a good mood, Xiao Cheng rubbed my hand, obviously he was expressionless, he just looked at his face, which was so cold and frightening, but I was looking at the empty eyes. There was a hint of flattery in Li.

I probably understand why he followed me home.

The irrepressible self-rescue instinct, he still doesn't want to die - the dog will have a self-rescue behavior before death, it will follow a person home, and then see if the person will let him in, in this case, it proves that it has been Do the last struggle.

Although Xiao Cheng is an individual, he is like him.

He is very good.

In his eyes, I seemed to be his everything.

I suddenly understood why that person turned him into a dog, it was a bit addictive.

But this kind of obedience is just because of the loss of humanity, the falseness reveals the unstoppable malice in human nature-it makes me extremely disgusted.

Xiao Cheng should be willing to do anything for that person, but it's a pity that that person is not rare, or rather.

Pitiful.

ridiculous.

After a period of time like this, I felt that the original idea was a bit too time-consuming, although it did work.

At least, he can put on clothes now, he won't be on all fours anytime, anywhere, and he will know to come to me when he is hungry. Although he is a bit stupid, it is always good to have an effect.

There's just one thing that really dissatisfies me.

No matter how I teach him, he will not eat at the same table with me, but lie on the ground and wait for me to feed.

He is stubborn.

I don't like guys who are too stubborn, one is that they are not easy to discipline, and the other is, if he continues like this, when can I drive him out?

"Sit up." I sat on the chair, stared at Xiao Cheng who was kneeling at my feet, and pointed to the chair next to me with my chopsticks.

"Woo..." He lay on the ground, frowning, and made a pitiful dog-like sound from his throat, as if he was afraid and felt aggrieved.

Unfortunately, I am not a soft-hearted person.

If I were soft-hearted, I wouldn't be scolded that my conscience was eaten by dogs-even if I never killed innocent people.

"Sit up." This should be the first time I have expressed dissatisfaction openly. After all, the mask of gentleness and politeness has been engraved on my face, and I can't get it off. Originally, I could only show my true nature in front of my friend, but now More people.

Well, it's a dog.

Xiao Cheng rubbed his face against my leg, begging me.

What are you asking me for?Please don't let him eat like a normal person?

I put down the chopsticks with a "snap"—okay, my upbringing is for dogs to eat, that's for sure—then I grabbed his arm and dragged him to the door, he seemed to understand what I wanted to do , Holding my leg and screaming, it sounds very pitiful.

I want to throw him away.