fierce dog

Song Zhou moved home from the abandoned factory for more than half a month, and the relationship has eased a little, so he proposed to take the golden retriever back one weekend.

"My family asked me yesterday," Song Zhou lowered his head while chopping vegetables, and said to Mo Dong who was squatting in front of the trash can and carefully peeling garlic, "Today I have to take the golden retriever home."

"Ah..." Mo Dong paused, looked down at the garlic in his hand, and pretended to be relaxed, "Okay, when?"

"In a while, take it back to the supermarket." After Song Zhou finished speaking, he glanced sideways at Mo Dong.

There was no emotion on Mo Dong's side face, he just maintained the same tone as before and said, "Okay, no problem."

After dinner, Mo Dong went to pack the Golden Retriever's things. He didn't think about it before, but now that he sorted it out, he realized that he bought so many things for the Golden Retriever during this time, including many toys.

Song Zhou came out of the kitchen, saw the toys piled up on the sofa, and said, "Leave these with you, there is no place to put them."

"Hmm...Okay." Mo Dong suddenly felt better, put the toy back, and only took two small blankets to pack it up: "It's cold recently, spread it under your body, don't let it catch cold gone."

"En." Song Zhou took all the things, turned around and snapped his fingers at the golden retriever lying on the ground.

The golden retriever didn't know that Song Zhou was going to take it away, so he got up from the ground and walked over lazily.

It didn't react until Song Zhou bent down to fasten the lock of the rope to it.

"Wow." It saw its own blanket in Song Zhou's arms, raised its front paw and patted it, then looked back at Mo Dong, as if asking Mo Dong why Song Zhou was holding this.

"You're going home." Mo Dong squatted in front of the golden retriever, watching it look into his dark eyes, full of reluctance in his heart.

Song Zhou looked down at them saying goodbye as if they were parting from life and death, slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and then said: "I will often bring it here to play in the future."

"I know," Mo Dong stretched out his arms to hug the golden retriever, his voice was aggrieved, "Then I still don't want to let it go, it has been raised by me for so long."

"You can also go to the supermarket to look for it." Song Zhou's voice was very soft, and he was not jealous at all. The golden retriever was so close to Mo Dong, even surpassing himself.

Mo Dong hugged the golden retriever for a long time, until his legs were sore, he reluctantly let go, and handed it back to Song Zhou: "You must be obedient when you go back, and don't get hurt again."

"Yeah." Song Zhou answered Mo Dong on behalf of the golden retriever. He opened the door and walked out, holding the rope, "We're leaving, you should rest early."

Mo Dong kept his eyes on the golden retriever, and looked at it affectionately: "Goodbye."

Song Zhou dragged the golden retriever down the stairs and quickly turned the corner so that Mo Dong could no longer see him.

Mo Dong turned around and went back to the house until he could not even hear the sound. Seeing the empty living room with nothing but himself, he suddenly felt extremely lonely.

It was nothing when I lived alone before, but after having company, I began to feel unbearably lonely.

At night, Mo Dong was lying on the bed after taking a shower, and was about to fall asleep in the golden retriever, when the cell phone next to the pillow rang suddenly.

He picked it up and looked at it. It was a picture sent by Song Zhou.

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A series of three cards were sent at the same time, Mo Dong opened it, and saw the golden retriever that he was still thinking about just now.

-I made a nest for it, and it's warm with your blanket.

Mo Dong zoomed in on the picture, and saw the golden retriever nestled in a cardboard box with a fluffy blanket under his body.

The golden retriever clearly loves his new home, with sparkling eyes and a wide grin in the photo.

Seeing the golden retriever so happy, Mo Dong's mood also improved. He exited the picture and replied to Song Zhou.

- Where did you find such a big cardboard box?

Song Zhou replied.

- There are many in the supermarket.

That's right, I forgot that Song Zhou's family runs a small supermarket, so why is there a shortage of cardboard boxes.

-It seems to like it very much.What about another blanket?You can cover it at night when you go to bed.

-Well, I just covered it, and it keeps moving, lying in a crooked manner.I'll cover it later when I'm going to bed.

Mo Dong clicked on the photo and looked at it several times. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that the golden retriever was so obedient, and he was so obedient everywhere.

After a while, Song Zhou sent a message.

- You go to bed early and see you tomorrow.

- well, tomorrow...

Mo Dong's typing hand suddenly stopped, he deleted all the words he just typed, and typed again.

- You don't have to come over to cook tomorrow.

Song Zhou replied quickly.

-why?

Mo Dong turned over and changed from lying down to lying on the bed, which made typing easier.

- After taking the golden retriever back, why do you still come to cook? After all the favors are paid off, is it possible that you still want to be my free cook all the time?

- It's not impossible.

Mo Dong chuckled lightly in the room without the lights on, lamenting that Song Zhou could joke now.

- You are quite tired from running back and forth during this time, now the golden retriever does not need me to take care of it, so hurry up and focus on your studies.Are you approaching your final exams recently?

This time Song Zhou didn't reply in seconds, Mo Dong lay down and waited for a while, but still didn't get a reply.

It seems that even a top student doesn't like to talk about exams.

Mo Dong scrolled through the chat history, and then clicked on the picture of the golden retriever to look at, then rolled on the bed contentedly, and lay back down under the covers.

He put the phone back under the pillow, closed his eyes and prepared to have a good sleep.

Time passed quickly, and suddenly winter arrived inadvertently.

"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle bells——" the alarm rang, and Mo Dong slowly woke up from the bed, but he was unwilling to leave the warm blanket on his body.

Because the house is relatively old, and the air conditioner was installed many years ago, he didn't dare to turn it on, for fear that the electricity bill would be scary, and only turned it on to keep warm for a while when it was really cold.

After dawdling for a while, until he was about to be late, Mo Dong reluctantly lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

"Hiss—" The cold air in the room made him shiver all over, so he quickly ran into the bathroom and turned on the tap to turn on the hot water.

After a simple wash, the chill all over his body finally dissipated. Mo Dong took out the down jacket from the closet while wiping the water droplets from his hair.

At this time, there was a "bang" sound upstairs, Mo Dong put on his down jacket, threw the towel on the chair, and counted the time to walk to the door.

Sure enough, the next second someone knocked on the door outside.

Open the door, outside is Song Zhou in school uniform.

"Here." Song Zhou handed Mo Dong the steaming bun with a marinated egg inside.

Mo Dong accepted it out of habit, "What's the matter today?"

"Carrot." Song Zhou put the schoolbag on his arm behind his back, and glanced at the down jacket on Mo Dong: "Is it so thick now?"

"I heard it's going to snow today." Mo Dong looked at Song Zhou with a look on his face, "You should wear thicker clothes, can you keep warm just by wearing a school uniform?"

Song Zhou rolled up the collar of his school uniform, and said indifferently, "Tomorrow is the holiday."

"That's right, today is the last day of the final exam, right?" Mo Dong said, "I forgot."

"Well, remember to eat the buns while they're hot. I'm leaving." Song Zhou turned and walked down the stairs.

"Goodbye." Mo Dong waved his hand, walked back to the room, took out a bun from the crisper and took a bite.

Since he told Song Zhou a month ago that he didn't need to come to his house to cook anymore, Song Zhou really didn't come here again, but he would bring him a breakfast every morning when he went to school.

At first, Mo Dong was quite embarrassed, and felt that he should go upstairs to visit Song Zhou's parents and express his gratitude for having breakfast with them.

But Song Zhou stopped him. The reason was that he made their family's breakfast every day, and it would not be too much to give him a portion. If you really want to thank him, you can thank him.

So during this time, Mo Dong has been thinking about how to repay Song Zhou for his breakfast.

After eating the steamed stuffed bun and marinated eggs in a few mouthfuls, Mo Dong took out a big bag from the cabinet.It contained a down jacket, bought together with the one he was wearing, and received it just two days ago.

It just so happens that Song Zhou is the last day of final exams, so by the way, give him a gift to congratulate him on his winter vacation.

After unfolding the down jacket on the bed and admiring it for a while, Mo Dong suddenly realized that he was about to be late, so he hurriedly put on his shoes and went out the door.

The author says:

Another easy chapter, tomorrow will be a little heavy~

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