fierce dog

Song Zhou received countless sights along the way, and returned to the factory with a blank expression while holding the quilt.

He went up to the second floor of the factory and looked at the sofa. He felt dissatisfied, so he flicked the dust on it with one hand, and didn't put down the quilt until it was clean.

Everything in this small corner where he has stayed for countless days and nights is his own, the sofa from the second-hand market, the shelf he made himself, the kettle he bought... Only the bed is not particularly big, The quilt, which is not particularly thick, is a novelty, and it was given to him by Mo Dong.

After a rare and warm sleep under the new quilt, Song Zhou even got up late the next day—he used to wake up at 6:15 every morning on time, but today he was [-] minutes late.

He folded the quilt neatly and placed it on one side of the sofa. After a simple wash, he went to school.

Because of the unsatisfactory results of the mid-term exam that just ended, their class fell from No. 2 to No. [-] in the grade, so the atmosphere in the class has been a little heavy recently.

Many people have already arrived in the classroom, and they didn't speak to each other. When they came, they just took out their books and started studying, feeling a sense of urgency.

Song Zhou pushed open the back door of the classroom and walked in as usual, sitting alone in the last row.

"Song Zhou." Someone called him from the front. It was Li Jingsheng, the representative of the Chinese class.

Song Zhou didn't know her very well. Since he transferred to this class in the third year of high school, he didn't know anyone very well, and he couldn't even remember some people's names.

"Can you lend me your notes?" Li Jingsheng sat down in front of Song Zhou, and said with some distress: "I failed the math test this time, and I was severely scolded when I got home. Didn't you get full marks in the test?" Is it? Lend me the notes for a few days, and I'll take a copy."

Li Jingsheng is considered to have a more cheerful personality in the class. Not only does she have a good relationship with both boys and girls, even Song Zhou, who doesn't talk much face-to-face, often comes to talk to him familiarly.

"Is it possible?" Li Jingsheng bowed to Song Zhou, "I beg you, Xueshen, just save me once."

Song Zhou glanced at Li Jingsheng lightly, found a notebook from the table and handed it to her.

"Thank you so much!" Li Jingsheng took the notebook with joy, and couldn't wait to open it as soon as she got it, "So your handwriting is so beautiful? I wish I had known that you were asked to write it last time."

Song Zhou didn't speak, lowered his eyes and began to read English books.

Li Jingsheng, who was ignored, didn't feel embarrassed. The whole class knew Song Zhou's personality. It was normal not to talk to her willingly. She would be scared if she talked to her too much.

"Thank you, I'll treat you to dinner later!" Li Jingsheng sat up with her notebook in her arms, and bumped into Mo Tian who was walking towards her just as she turned around.

"Li Jingsheng, what are you doing so frizzy?" Mo Tian rubbed the place where he was bumped and hurt, and looked up to see the notebook in Li Jingsheng's hand, "What is this?"

At this time, Li Jingsheng also showed off the notebook in his hand to him: "The god of learning lent it to me, haha, are you envious?"

Mo Tian glanced at Song Zhou who was sitting on the side and said nothing happily, "What's so funny about his notebook?"

"You know a fart! You fell behind me in this exam, so learn from the god of learning." Li Jingsheng curled her lips at Mo Tian, ​​very upset that he questioned her idol, and pushed him away Go back to your seat.

After Li Jingsheng left, Mo Tian glanced at Song Zhou again: You..."

Song Zhou raised his head and looked at Mo Tian with a distant expression.

"I saw you and Mo Dong together two days ago," Mo Tian slightly frowned, "You two know each other?"

Song Zhou nodded: "Yes."

Mo Tian frowned even deeper: "When did you guys meet?"

"none of your business?"

Mo Tian was choked up by Song Zhou's words, and the fire in his heart began to burst out.

Sure enough, he and Song Zhou couldn't talk about going together, and it was the same before, just because of a few words, and he didn't even know which one offended Song Zhou, so he directly touched him.

Reckless.He comes to school with injuries every now and then, so what if he studies well, he's not a bastard.It is this kind of person that Mo Tian dislikes the most.

After Mo Tian walked away with a dark face, Song Zhou continued to read English words calmly.

tender.Song Zhou silently looked at the words, thinking that Mo Dong was completely different from Mo Tian, ​​no matter in appearance or personality.

Mo Dong is soft and fragile.

"Morning." Mo Dong arrived at the company and greeted his colleagues cheerfully.

"Morning," the colleague looked at him curiously, "Why are you in such a good mood today?"

"Hey, the pet at home is getting better soon, happy." Mo Dong couldn't keep his mouth shut when he thought that the golden retriever could even bounce and send him out in the morning.

"It turns out that you still have pets, no wonder you always have hair on your body, I thought you got it somewhere."

Mo Dong looked down at his clothes, as expected, there were a lot of obvious yellow hairs hanging on his trousers, and he didn't know when they were rubbed by golden hairs.

He shrugged off the hair on his trousers embarrassingly, and said, "I can't help it, I just love to shed hair this season, and it will be fine in winter."

At noon, Mo Dong still couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart, and wanted to share his joy with others, so he found An Zhou's WeChat.

-The golden retriever has almost recovered and can jump up!

-[video]

The video was recorded before he went out in the morning. The golden retriever jumped off the sofa all the way, grabbed his leg with its front paws, and coquettishly refused to let him leave the house.

"Hey." Mo Dong watched the video again after sending it to Song Zhou. No matter what he saw, he thought the golden retriever was cute, and he wished he could go home and kiss it right now.

Song Zhou quickly replied to the message.

- It's you who take good care of you.

Mo Dong watched the news, the smile on his face got wider, and he said without shame:

- That is, I changed its medicine three times a day, and always cooked broth for it to drink, taking care of it was nothing to say.

-um. Thank you.

Mo Dong looked up at the calendar on the table, tomorrow is the weekend, and it has been almost a month since Song Zhou came to his house last time.

How about asking Song Zhou to cook at home?

Mo Dong has been eating the dark dishes he made recently and almost vomited. Fortunately, the golden retriever does not dislike his cooking skills, and he eats happily every time, which gives him a little bit of comfort.

Do it when you think of it, Mo Dong sent a message to Song Zhou.

- If you thank me, please treat me to dinner. I will go back to buy groceries after get off work.

This time Song Zhou replied very slowly, and it took several minutes for Mo Dong to receive the message.

- Not today, I have evening self-study.

Another one was sent within seconds.

- Next week, I will find time to go to your house.

Evening self-study... Mo Dong began to reflect on whether he had gone too far, and even asked a senior high school student to cook dinner for him.

He immediately typed the reply in guilt.

- No, I'm just kidding.

-When the weekend comes, you can come to play with the golden retriever, and you don't need to cook.

Putting the phone aside, the colleague who happened to go downstairs for dinner returned to the office, saw Mo Dong and said, "By the way, did your master tell you about the dinner party tonight?"

"Dinner?" It was the first time Mo Dong had heard of it, "No."

"He may have forgotten, go directly to the restaurant after get off work, don't rush to leave then." The colleague kindly told Mo Dong.

Mo Dong has no objection to the dinner party, it is good to have a free meal, but he is a little worried about the golden retriever at home.

Calculated according to normal meals, it will take at least two hours to finish eating.It's okay to go home two hours late, but I'm afraid there will be other programs later. It doesn't seem too good for a new employee of him to just say no...

This trouble has been bothering Mo Dong until he got off work, the company found a bus and took them directly to the restaurant, and he didn't even have a chance to go home to feed the golden retriever.

If it really doesn't work, we can only let Song Zhou go there for evening self-study, Mo Dong thought.

Fortunately, he usually has the habit of putting a spare key behind the fire hydrant. If he really can't go back until midnight today, Song Zhou can also go over and help feed the golden retriever so that it won't starve.

"Come on, Mo Dong, take a look at what you want to eat, and order whatever you want." The master who took Mo Dong always took good care of him, so he put the menu into Mo Dong's hand as soon as he sat down.

"No need, just look at it, I can eat anything." Mo Dong was a little embarrassed, and shied away.

The colleague next to him helped: "Just order it, you young people are better at eating, so we old people don't know what to order."

Helpless, Mo Dong had no choice but to bite the bullet and take the menu, flipping through it.

They came to a Japanese-style barbecue restaurant, which specializes in black beef. The recommended dishes on the first few pages are all black beef series.

"Waiter—" the colleague shouted towards the outside of the box.

Not long after, a slender waiter knocked on the door and walked in, "Hello."

The colleague pointed at Mo Dong, "He ordered."

The waiter nodded and walked to Mo Dong, holding the machine in his hand, "What would you like to order?"

The voice sounded familiar, but Mo Dong had no time to pay attention at this time, and focused all his energy on the menu in front of him.

After looking through it roughly, he still couldn't decide what to order, so he raised his head and asked the waiter: "What do you recommend here—"

The voice stopped abruptly, and Mo Dong was stunned when he saw Song Zhou wearing Japanese-style waiter clothes in front of him.

The author says:

Hey, continue to update tomorrow