fierce dog

Song Zhou sleeps very quietly, and wakes up very quietly. At least the bed was empty when Mo Dong opened his eyes.

He touched the already cold bedding beside him, sat up, and rubbed his eyes.

"Are you awake?" Just then Song Zhou walked into the bedroom from the outside, still wearing an apron, "Breakfast is ready, let's get up and eat."

What a fairy day this is.

It's such a blessing to wake up with a prepared breakfast.

Having received the same treatment as when he took in the golden retriever, Mo Dong happily went to the bathroom to wash up, then wrapped himself up and sat at the dining table, waiting for Song Zhou to bring him breakfast.

"Which do you drink, soy milk or milk?" Song Zhou asked him in the kitchen.

Mo Dong was full of troubles about happiness, and finally made a choice: "It's better to have soy milk."

"Okay." After a while, Song Zhou came out with soy milk and wontons and put them in front of Mo Dong.

Looking at the steaming wontons in front of him, Mo Dong was a little surprised: "Where did the wontons come from? You couldn't have wrapped them up in the morning, right?"

Song Zhou glanced at him: "It was wrapped and placed in the freezer layer of the refrigerator before, and you haven't eaten it."

"Oh..." Mo Dong suddenly felt guilty, "I've been too busy recently, so I forgot."

Song Zhou didn't care, he pulled out his chair and sat down, saying, "Let's eat."

Today's temperature is extremely low, Mo Dong just looked at the howling wind outside the window and shivered from the cold.

Fortunately, the wontons in front of him were hot, as was the soy milk, which allowed him to warm up his whole body starting from his stomach.

Mo Dong swallowed the last sip of soy milk, looked up at Song Zhou, "What are your plans for the day?"

"clean."

"Where to clean?"

Song Zhou raised his head and glanced at the room which was not cluttered but not clean either, the meaning was obvious.

"Oh." Mo Dong lowered his head in shame.

"Where is your company address?" Song Zhou asked.

Mo Dong raised his head again, and reported the address, "I leave work at 5:30, and I may not be able to get off work on time, just come over at 6 o'clock."

Song Zhou nodded.

Looking up at the clock on the wall, Mo Dong stood up suddenly: "I have to leave quickly, I'm going to be late."

Song Zhou hadn't finished eating the wontons yet, so he didn't get up to see Mo Dong off, he just said, "Slow down on the road."

"Okay." Mo Dong put on his down jacket and scarf, quickly opened the door and left.

The whole morning passed quickly, and at noon, Mo Dong was sitting in the company looking at the gloomy weather outside. When he was thinking whether he should go downstairs to eat or order takeaway, he suddenly received a WeChat message.

- come down.

He looked at the message in a daze, not quite understanding the meaning of what Song Zhou sent, and even wondered if Song Zhou sent it to the wrong person.

In the end, within two seconds, he received another message from Song Zhou.

- I'm downstairs in your company.

what?

Mo Dong jumped up from his seat, ignored the surprised eyes of other colleagues, rushed out of the office like the wind, and went straight downstairs.

When he walked out of the office building, he saw Song Zhou standing in the cold wind with an insulated box in his hand.

"Why are you here?" Mo Dong was a little unaccustomed to the cold air outside, his hairs were standing on end from the cold, and trotted to Song Zhou.

"Bring you food." Song Zhou glanced at Mo Dong's unzipped coat, and reached out to help him zip it up.

"What are you fussing about in such a cold day?" Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and Mo Dong felt that his hair was about to freeze, so he quickly dragged Song Zhou and walked into the office building, muttering while walking, " Why didn't you tell me when you came? And why didn't you come in and wait for me, it's so cold outside, you just had a fever yesterday, did you forget?"

Song Zhou let Mo Dong drag him, and he didn't let go until he walked into the air-conditioned lobby on the first floor.

"I'll just come and deliver a meal to you," he said softly as there were people coming and going who had just got off work, "I'll leave after delivering it to you."

Mo Dong raised his eyes and stared at Song Zhou, annoyed that he ran away in spite of his body in the cold, but he couldn't say anything to criticize, so he could only ask him angrily: "Have you eaten yet?"

Song Zhou didn't speak.

That means he didn't eat, Mo Dong stretched out his hand and grabbed Song Zhou's wrist, "Follow me upstairs."

As soon as a group of people got off the elevator, Mo Dong pushed Song Zhou up with his empty belt, and quickly pressed the floor of his company.

After finally getting off the elevator, I happened to meet a colleague who was going downstairs for dinner at the door.

"Hey?" The colleague was surprised when he saw Mo Dong, "Didn't you go downstairs to eat, why did you come up so soon?"

Mo Dong smiled embarrassedly, pointed to Song Zhou beside him and said, "My brother is here to bring me food."

The colleague's eyes shifted to Song Zhou, "This is your younger brother, he looks really energetic, and he is taller than you."

"Yes, he has better nutrition than me, and I have been shorter than him since I was a child." Mo Dong fooled his colleagues and dragged Song Zhou into the company.

There were still people in a meeting in the big conference room, so Mo Dong found a small room with no one in the corner, and pushed Song Zhou into it.

After closing the door, he turned around and looked at Song Zhou: "Let's eat here, let's eat together."

Seeing that Song Zhou didn't move, he asked again: "What's the matter, is there not enough food?"

Enough is enough. In order to prevent Mo Dong from not being full, Song Zhou kept pressing down with a rice spoon when filling the lunch box, just to make it fit more. It must be enough for the two of them.

Mo Dong sat down, touched his stomach, and urged: "Hurry up, I'm hungry."

Song Zhou had no choice but to open the lunch box and take out the two dishes and one soup, as well as the rice that was packed very firmly.

"I only brought one set of cutlery," he said.

This is not easy to solve, Mo Dong gave the chopsticks to Song Zhou, took the spoon by himself, and said to him: "Isn't this all right?"

Mo Dong was always hungry very quickly, especially when he was going to work, he was often hungry before the meal time, so he could only wait for the end of get off work.

So he was not polite to Song Zhou, and directly scooped up a big mouthful of rice, and then scooped up a spoonful of vegetables and put them into his mouth.

Fragrant, so fragrant.

Whether it's the bento at the convenience store or the takeaway nearby, it's not as good as this ordinary home-cooked dish.

After only one mouthful, he almost burst into tears, completely forgetting that he just blamed Song Zhou for coming to deliver the food.

Good food, how could he have such a beautiful lunch without food?

"You eat too..." Mo Dong took several mouthfuls, his cheeks puffed up, but when he looked up, Song Zhou beside him didn't move his chopsticks.

"I'm not hungry." Song Zhou looked at Mo Dong and said.

"How can you not be hungry? At your age—" Mo Dong swallowed the food in his mouth before continuing: "Shouldn't you be at the age when you can't even feed yourself with three bowls of rice? Hurry up and eat more Point, grow some flesh, otherwise it will be too thin and not good-looking."

I don't know which words of Mo Dong convinced Song Zhou, but as soon as he finished speaking, Song Zhou moved his chopsticks.

Of course, the meal tastes better when eaten together. Mo Dong watched Song Zhou eat with satisfaction. At this moment, he really felt like his younger brother.

It's the kind of distant cousin who was wronged at home and then came to join him. He turned out to be a first-class cook and do first-class housework, and he was directly left at home as a child bride. day.

......

Mo Dong felt that there was something wrong with his thinking, and he was really guilty of having such evil thoughts in the face of a high school student who worked hard to cook for him.

He shook his head to drive out all the messy images in his mind.

After lunch, Song Zhou went back directly with an empty lunch box. When Mo Dong sent him away, colleagues in the same department knew about Mo Dong's younger brother coming to the company to deliver meals.

"Why is your brother so obedient? I envy you." The colleague sitting next to him said, "I also have a brother who is 5 years younger than me. Don't mention how annoying it is. It is absolutely impossible to bring me food. It would be nice not to send it to me.”

Mo Dong smiled, thought of Song Zhou, and said, "My brother is very good."

"I think your brother is not young anymore, is he a high school student or a college student?"

"In the third year of high school, the college entrance examination is half a year away."

"That's great. I didn't forget to deliver meals to my brother in the third year of high school. What a good boy. Oh, it would be great if it was from my family."

Mo Dong was in a particularly good mood throughout the afternoon. At 5 o'clock, he kept looking up at the watch on the wall, hoping that the minute hand would move to the 6 position sooner.

"It's time to get off work—" Finally, when the time came, the colleague next to him stretched himself.She was going to pick up her child from school today, so she went to the company early in the morning and said that she couldn't work overtime today and had to leave on time.

Mo Dong followed her to turn off the computer and stood up from his desk.

"Why did you leave so early today?" The colleague turned his head and looked at Mo Dong.

"Well," Mo Dong responded casually, and took out his mobile phone from his pocket, "I have something to do today."

The two walked to the elevator entrance together. At this time, there were still relatively few people taking the elevator, and it was half an hour before the rush hour for getting off work.

Going downstairs, Mo Dong checked the time on his phone and it only showed 5:02, thinking about waiting for Song Zhou on the sofa in the lobby on the first floor—it was too early now, the time he told Song Zhou was 6:[-], Song The boat must not have arrived yet.

Thinking of this, he walked towards the sofa, only to see a familiar figure on the sofa a few meters away.

He stopped and stood there without making a sound.

After a few seconds, he turned on his phone and sent Song Zhou a WeChat message.

-Are you there yet?

The person sitting on the sofa moved, took out his mobile phone from his coat pocket, and lowered his head to type something on the screen.

-your get off work is done?

- No, it's six o'clock.

- Well, I haven't been there yet.

Feeling uneasy, he rubbed the fingers hanging by his legs a few times, and Mo Dong sent another message to Song Zhou.

-The day ends early, maybe 5 more minutes until I get off work.

- Then I'm going out now.

-it is good.

Mo Dong turned around with his mobile phone, walked to a place where Song Zhou could not see, and stood quietly against the wall.

-I have arrived.

Looking at the lit screen, Mo Dong counted the time, 10 minutes had passed since the time when he just sent the message.

He turned around, and according to the expected content, he saw Song Zhouhou who was waving at him in the hall with a smile on his face, and trotted over.

When there was still half a meter away, he barely stopped, bent over and panted slightly.

"Slow down." Song Zhou raised his hand to stroke Mo Dong's back, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

Mo Dong straightened up and looked at Song Zhou: "I'm afraid you'll wait for me."

"I just arrived, so I didn't have to wait long."

"Really?" You say yes.

Mo Dong grabbed Song Zhou's shoulders, grinned, and said in a relaxed tone, "Let's go, go to the supermarket to buy meat."

The author says:

My phone broke yesterday, and I fiddled with it until midnight, but it still hasn't been repaired.

Sorry to miss the appointment.