fierce dog

Sighing deeply, Mo Dong said to the golden retriever at his feet, "Let's eat a bowl of noodles."

After speaking, he sat on a chair outside and rushed into the store and said, "Boss, order!"

After a while, Song Zhou came out with a small notebook and stood in front of him.

"Order." Mo Dong said.

Song Zhou looked at him.

"A bowl of stewed pork noodles."

"Add another marinated egg."

"Another boiled egg."

"Thank you."

After a pause, Song Zhou turned around and entered the store without saying anything.

Mo Dong looked at his figure, turned his head and whispered to the golden retriever, "Is there something wrong with him?"

"Military training made the brain stupid?"

The golden retriever looked at Mo Dong ignorantly, and didn't know whether he understood that he was speaking ill of his master.

"Forget it, his IQ is probably about the same as yours, don't worry about him." Mo Dong sat up straight, looked at Song Zhou who was busy in the store, and suddenly realized that he was not just a little darker.

He has also grown a little taller, and his facial features have also grown, which may be the effect of military training. Although his body is still thin, it is much firmer than before.

As expected of the [-]th male transformation, the little boy grew up in the blink of an eye.

Mo Dong thought of the high school student carrying a schoolbag, and looked at the college student wearing a T-shirt in front of him, feeling a little sad for no reason.

After waiting for a while, the noodles were ready and Song Zhou brought them out.

Holding a tray, he put the braised pork noodles with marinated eggs in front of Mo Dong, took out the boiled eggs, and finally put a pile of beef on the table.

"I didn't order this." Mo Dong looked up at him.

Song Zhou didn't speak, turned around and left with the tray.

Looking at the beef that almost filled the small plate, Mo Dong was amused, and generously shared it with the golden retriever, half for the human and half for the dog.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer people in the shop. Mo Dong took a long time to finish his noodles, watched Song Zhou come to clear the table, and kept his eyes on him.

"Are you staying here tonight or going back to school?" He asked Song Zhou.

After all the bowls and chopsticks were stacked together, Song Zhou whispered, "Here."

"Oh." Mo Dong nodded.

When the noodle shop was about to close, Mo Dong went to the front desk to pay the bill. Sure enough, Song Zhou paid for the beef, and he only had to pay for the noodles and eggs.

"Thank you." After paying the bill, he led the golden retriever around the neighborhood, and even went to the park to let the golden retriever play wild in it.

When he and the golden retriever came back, the noodle shop had already turned off the lights, and only the window of the small room on the second floor was still dimly lit.

Mo Dong was familiar with the road, pushed open the door of the noodle shop, and walked up the dark stairs in the back kitchen.

After walking into the storage room, Song Zhou who was sitting inside seemed not surprised, and looked at Mo Dong calmly.

"...Hi." Mo Dong thought that Song Zhou was taking a shower, but he was sitting on the bed, looking directly at him as soon as he entered the door, which was rather awkward.

"What are you doing here?" Song Zhou asked.

"Uh," Mo Dong looked down at the excited golden retriever at his feet, and said, "It misses you."

"It?" Song Zhou's gaze shifted to Jin Mao who was wagging his tail wildly at him.

Mo Dong bent down to untie the leash, and the next second the golden retriever ran straight towards Song Zhou, with its two front paws constantly slamming on Song Zhou's upper body, extremely happy.

The body paused, and after a few seconds, Song Zhou still reached out and hugged the golden retriever, stroking its head gently.

"Wang——" the golden retriever called excitedly, for the owner who hadn't seen him for a long time, and for the owner who finally hugged him.

"It misses you very much. At that time, when we were eating noodles, it would rush into the store several times. If I didn't hold it tightly, it would have already run in." Mo Dong stood beside him and said.

Song Zhou looked down at the golden retriever and didn't speak.

"By the way, do you want to give the golden retriever a name?" Mo Dong remembered what Gu Yang said during the day, "Other cats and dogs have names, but this one doesn't. It has grown so big, it should have a name too , the golden retriever can no longer bark every day."

"You can figure it out yourself," Song Zhou said in a low voice, "I'm no longer its owner."

"Why don't you count? Look how happy it is to see you, aren't you happy?"

Of course Song Zhou was very happy, whether he saw Mo Dong or Jin Mao, he was extremely happy.

but...

Song Zhou reached out and touched the few places on Jin Mao's body where no hair grew. It was a wound that was abused by Song Zhengguo. After healed, no hair grew anymore, as if reminding him of the bloody past.

What if he left the same mark on it later?

Just like the scar on Mo Dong's forehead, once it grows out, it will never disappear.

"Take it back." Song Zhou let go of the golden retriever suddenly and said coldly.

Mo Dong didn't understand why he looked normal just now, but suddenly fell ill again: "You don't spend more time with it? It hasn't seen you for a long time."

"No, you guys go back." Song Zhou's tone was firm, as if he had already made up his mind.

Mo Dong looked at him, and after a while, he called Jin Mao angrily: "Jin Mao, let's go."

Jin Mao turned his head to look at Mo Dong, then looked up at Song Zhou, as if he didn't know what to do.

Should he return to Mo Dong's side, or stay with Song Zhou, whom he rarely sees.

"Golden Retriever!" Mo Dong emphasized his tone.

The golden retriever looked at Song Zhou reluctantly, but finally chose to turn around and walk back to Mo Dong's feet.

Mo Dong didn't speak, bent down to tie the leash on it, turned around and led it downstairs.

Neuropathy.

There is a hole in the brain.

As Mo Dong walked back, he cursed Song Zhou in his heart.

He himself is also sick, knowing what kind of virtue Song Zhou is, but he insists on making it up, he is better now, happy, satisfied.

After returning home, the more Mo Dong thought about it, the more annoyed he became, he even forgot to take off the leash from the Golden Retriever, and it was the Golden Retriever who reminded him to notice.

"I'm sorry." Mo Dong bent down to untie the rope, changed the golden retriever to a bowl of fresh water, squatted on the ground and watched it lick the water and drink.

"Your master doesn't give you a name, so I'll give you one." He whispered.

"How about calling you Xiaozhou? Or Zhouzhou?"

Mo Dong imagined the scene of calling Jin Mao Xiaozhou in front of Song Zhou, amused himself, and dissipated a little of the anger accumulated in his chest.

"Be serious, give you a good name, not the same as his name."

Mo Dong rested his chin and thought hard, when he suddenly thought of something, he raised his head and said to Jin Mao: "Why don't I call you tomorrow."

At this time, the golden retriever finished drinking the water, raised his head, and looked at Mo Dong with dark eyes.

"Tomorrow, how about it? The meaning is good." Mo Dong himself was very satisfied, and he read it several times, and finally decided, "Tomorrow will be it!"

"Woof!" Golden Retriever echoed him.

Mo Dong looked at it with a smile: "You are also very satisfied, aren't you?"

"Wow!" the golden retriever called again.

Lying on the bed at night, Mo Dong turned on his phone while lying on his side, and found Song Zhou's phone number from the address book.

He had called this number countless times in the past two months, but none of them were connected, and the phone was always turned off.

But now that Song Zhou has started school, why not turn off the phone?He has already found him, and there is no need to hide anymore.

Although he thought so, Mo Dong looked at the phone number, but still couldn't dial it.

In the end, he only sent Song Zhou a WeChat message.

-I have a good name for the golden retriever, called tomorrow.

Not for anything else, after all, Song Zhou is still the nominal owner of the golden retriever, so of course he has to let him know when he has chosen a name.

What's more, Song Zhou may not be able to see it. With his personality, he might not use WeChat long ago.

Mo Dong could still imagine the scene where a little girl asked Song Zhou for his contact information, and he said with a straight face that he didn't use WeChat. It was freezing and cold, and he had no emotion compared to a robot.

After solving the problem of the name of the golden retriever, Mo Dong put the phone aside and prepared to go to bed contentedly.

Just as he closed his eyes and was about to enter the dreamland, the cell phone next to the pillow rang suddenly.

It's the notification tone of WeChat.

His eyelids moved slightly. Although he thought it was impossible, Mo Dong still involuntarily took the phone and clicked on the latest WeChat message.

It was Song Zhou who replied.

-it is good.

Well, does it mean that he also thinks the name Tomorrow is very good?

He agreed?

Mo Dong looked at the only lighted phone screen in the dark room, tapped his fingers for a long time, but finally nothing was sent.

He turned off his phone, put it next to the pillow, and closed his eyes again.

But this time, it seems to be a sweet dream.

The author says:

It was too late to go home yesterday, sorry for not being able to update in time.

Make up a chapter today, and try to update another chapter in the evening.I love you guys (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～