fierce dog

The lights in the corridor outside the door often fail because they have not been repaired for a long time, and there is no property maintenance in the old community, so sometimes Mo Dong has to turn on the flashlight of his mobile phone when he comes back in the middle of the night to avoid tripping in the dark.

Today, the light bulb went on strike again, and directly extinguished the only light in the corridor, only the remaining sunset outside barely refracted in, and shone in the dark on Song Zhou's face in despair.

"Song Zhou?" Mo Dong opened his mouth. Although he had expected who the knocker was, he still felt a little uncomfortable after meeting him, "You—"

He swallowed the words only at the beginning, and fell silent in an instant.

Song Zhou was holding the injured golden retriever in his arms, and it was seriously injured, with bandages wrapped around his body, and blood was oozing from some places, which looked very scary.

The nerves in Mo Dong's brain tensed up, he couldn't care about Song Zhou at all, his whole heart was grabbed by the golden retriever: "What's wrong with it?"

Song Zhou didn't speak, walked in with the golden retriever in his arms, and gently placed it on the sofa.

Under the light in the room, Mo Dong could see the tragic situation of the golden retriever carefully, he was shocked and distressed, and couldn't even speak for a moment.

When I saw him a few days ago, he was still alive and kicking and wagging his tail at him, but today he was dying in Song Zhou's arms, unable to even raise his head to look at him.

"How could it be so badly injured..." Mo Dong's brain was a little dazed, and he didn't realize how trembling his voice was when he asked.

"I've already taken it to the hospital, and the wounds have been treated." Song Zhou's voice is usually calm and without any emotion, but today it sounds extremely hoarse, trying to suppress something, "Can you please treat it first during this period?" Put it here with you?"

"Of course, no problem." Mo Dong replied without thinking, squatting down to look at the motionless golden retriever, and wanted to raise his hand to touch it, but withdrew his hand halfway out.

It has injuries all over its body. Although it has been treated briefly, the red blood stains on its hair have not been removed. It is easy to think of how horribly abused it was before.

"It's fine, it just looks serious." Song Zhou looked up at Mo Dong and said softly, "You don't have to worry."

"That hurts too," Mo Dong sniffed, not daring to look carefully at the wound on Jin Mao's body, and asked in a low voice with some fear, "Why did it get hurt?"

Song Zhou pursed his lips and did not speak, just stared at the golden hair silently with lowered eyes.

In fact, Mo Dong already knew the answer when he asked the question, not only him, but everyone in the community knew it.

After moving here for more than a month, Mo Dong has never met Song Zhou's father with his own eyes, but from the gossip of the aunts downstairs, the wounds that would appear on Song Zhou's body from time to time, or the regular quarrels upstairs every day Noisy, he can roughly guess what kind of person Song Zhengguo is.

"I..." Mo Dong was a little at a loss, looking at Song Zhou blankly, "What can I do?"

"Its medicine is here, and it needs to change the dressing for the wound every day. There are anti-inflammatory drugs in the bag, just feed it on time." Song Zhou handed the medicine bag to Mo Dong, and paused when he let go , said in a muffled voice, "Thank you."

"No need." Mo Dong lowered his head, he didn't have anything to thank, he loved the golden retriever more than anyone else, and even had the urge to bring it over to raise him himself.

His life is not that rich, and he has no experience in raising pets. He may not be able to give the golden retriever a particularly good life, but at least he will not be injured, he will not be hungry, and his life will not be in danger.

Mo Dong looked up at Song Zhou, it was impossible for him to say these words, although Song Zhou didn't show it, but he could still feel how sad Song Zhou was now.

Scanning around the room, Mo Dong wanted to find a more comfortable place for the golden retriever to lie down, but finally found that the sofa was the most suitable place.

He went to find a blanket in the room, took it out and covered it lightly.

"Will it be cold?" Afraid of disturbing the golden retriever's rest, Mo Dong's voice was soft, "Do you want to turn on the air conditioner?"

Song Zhou shook his head, "It's not cold yet, just let it stay like this."

"Oh." Mo Dong always wants to find something to do, only in this way can he feel a little better in his heart, and stop thinking about the beating the golden retriever suffered.

"I'll go get it some water to drink."

Mo Dong went to the kitchen to boil water, then found a small bowl from the cupboard, mixed it with cold water and put it next to the sofa.

The golden retriever was in pain and tired, and he closed his eyes tiredly during the time when Mo Dong was busy, and he should have fallen asleep.

Mo Dong had nothing to do after mixing the water, so he could only look at Song Zhou who was sitting silently next to him—it wasn't until now that he remembered that he should carefully check if there were any new wounds on Song Zhou's body.

Noticing Mo Dong's gaze, Song Zhou pursed his lower lip and said, "I'm not hurt."

"Yeah." Mo Dong nodded, the scars on Song Zhou's face were still scabbed by him a week ago.Other than that, there were no other new wounds.

"Have you eaten yet?" Mo Dong looked at Song Zhou, thinking that he probably didn't eat, since the golden retriever has become like this, how can he still have the appetite to eat.

As expected, Song Zhou shook his head.

"Let's eat something." In the kitchen there were still two large bags of ingredients purchased before. Mo Dong wanted to do something simple, because Song Zhou looked really bad now, and his mental state was even worse than the injured golden retriever. Difference.

He took out vegetables and meat from the bag, because he didn't know anything about cooking, the only thing he was good at was cooking instant noodles and fried rice, no matter how many hot pots he had without technical content, he couldn't do anything else, so he seemed helpless at this moment measures.

Now there are no instant noodles, no rice, and even hot pot ingredients at home. If I want to eat, I can only cook vegetables.

After finding some simple recipes on the Internet, Mo Dong started washing and chopping vegetables in a hurry, and the kitchen was in a mess even before the fire was turned on.

Maybe it was because he couldn't stand it anymore, Song Zhou appeared behind him at some point, took the kitchen knife from his hand, and said lightly, "I'll do it."

"Ah?" Mo Dong looked at Song Zhou in a daze.

"I'll come, you go outside and wait." Song Zhou repeated.

"No, let me do it..." Mo Dong wanted to take back the sovereignty of the kitchen, but was blocked by Song Zhou, "You don't know how to cook."

"Okay," Mo Dong admitted honestly, "I really won't"

Song Zhou put the vegetables cut by Mo Dong back on the chopping board and remade them. He lowered his head and said, "Go out and wait."

Looking at Song Zhou's skillful knife skills, Mo Dong felt that he really didn't have the right to stay in the kitchen, so he could only turn around and go out in despair, waiting beside the sleeping golden retriever for Song Zhou's dinner.

In less than half an hour, Song Zhou brought out two dishes and one soup from the kitchen, which looked very good, full of color, fragrance and taste.

"Are you so good at cooking?" Mo Dong was surprised. In his perception, high school students should rarely be able to cook, and even if they could, it was only at the level of helping their parents, like Song Zhou. should be extremely rare.

"I've made it since I was a child." Song Zhou said lightly, and brought out two bowls of steaming rice and put them on the dining table.

The golden retriever was still sleeping on the sofa, Mo Dong was afraid that it would make noise, and he didn't dare to make a sound, and Song Zhou didn't talk much, and today he was especially silent, so the two of them ate very quietly during this meal, except for the occasional chopsticks touching the plate Other than the sound, there was no communication.

Song Zhou's dishes taste pretty good, at least the taste that Mo Dong can't cook no matter how hard he tries, but it may be because the atmosphere is a bit heavy, and because he is worried about Jin Mao's injury, Mo Dong doesn't have much appetite, so he just ate it After a few bites, he put down the chopsticks.

"Leave it alone, I'll clean it up later." After Song Zhou finished eating, Mo Dong said to him.

Song Zhou shook his head silently, but still packed up the dishes and took them to the kitchen for cleaning.

"It's really not necessary," Mo Dong followed, wanting to grab Song Zhou's hand, "Go out and rest."

"I should do it," Song Zhou looked down at Mo Dong's hand on his arm, paused, and said, "This time will trouble you."

Mo Dong still tugged on Song Zhou's arm, and whispered, "I'm happy to take care of the golden retriever, there's no trouble at all."

In fact, no matter from which point of view, Mo Dong has no obligation to take in and take care of the golden retriever. Song Zhou is very aware of this, so if there is no other way, he will never come to ask Mo Dong.

Song Zhou has no friends, and no one to get close to. The people around him... Only Mo Dong likes to play with the golden retriever very much. He treats the golden retriever very well and is a kind person.

So it is only natural that in this situation, he can only think of Mo Dong first and only.

The author says:

Recently, because the house I live in is about to expire, I see it very late every day.Hey, it's really hard to find a suitable house for rent.