fierce dog

As the days passed, Mo Dong gradually got used to the life of having classes during the day, tutoring at night, and seeing Song Zhou on weekends.

"What about me?" Gu Yang, who was sitting on the floor, looked up and looked at the two who were feeding each other potato chips, "Why is no one feeding me?"

Mo Dong looked at him: "Do you want to eat?"

"Don't eat."

"Then what bullshit are you talking about?"

"Whether I want to eat it or not is different from giving it to me," Gu Yang said righteously, expressing his strong dissatisfaction, "Both of you didn't even ask me, and you just ate it, what, with Do I show brotherly love?"

"Snapped!"

A bag of potato chips was thrown on Gu Yang, followed by Song Zhou's cold voice: "Would you like to eat it or not."

Gu Yang's dissatisfaction was all blocked back, but it was not because of the potato chips that fell from the sky, but because of Song Zhou.

He really doesn't understand why Song Zhou always treats him with such a cold face. Usually in school, even if he doesn't like to talk, Song Zhou is polite to other students, but he is always rude to him. Shake his face.

Speaking of which, he is still Mo Dong's landlord. Even if it's not for his sake, it's for Mo Dong's sake that he should be nice to him!

"I took Mingming out for a walk," said the family could no longer accommodate him, "You guys can play by yourself."

With an aggrieved face, Gu Yang took the only golden retriever who had a crush on him and went out to play wild in the park downstairs.

The noisy people and dogs were gone, and the house was quiet again.

Mo Dong ate the last bite of potato chips, patted the residue on his hands, and suddenly sighed: "It's so cold recently."

"Well," Song Zhou said, "Today is Lidong."

"It's going to be winter."

Mo Dong turned his head and looked at the yellowing leaves outside the window. Before he knew it, he had been in Beijing for several months.

Compared to before, some things developed as expected, such as finding Song Zhou.There are also some things that deviate from expectations, such as the college entrance examination again.

In fact, Song Zhou once mentioned to him about the adult college entrance examination, but he never took it seriously.To be admitted to Peking University again, and then to be admitted to Peking University as a graduate student, this seemed like a dream to him, and he didn't even dare to think about it.

But now he is working hard towards this goal, getting more serious every day.

"What are you thinking?" Song Zhou looked sideways at him.

After recovering, Mo Dong smiled and said, "It's nothing, just think about what to have for dinner."

"Let's go eat hot pot."

"Okay." Mo Dong paused, thinking of the one person and one dog in the park, "What about Gu Yang, do you want to wait for him to come back?"

"Do not."

"what?"

Song Zhou repeated again: "Don't take him."

Mo Dong laughed for a while, then bent his eyes and said: "Okay, don't take him."

The hot pot meal at night still failed to escape Gu Yang, and he was also to blame for his luck. He happened to come back with the golden retriever when they were going out.

As soon as they heard that they were going to eat hot pot, they didn't even want their beloved golden retriever, and hurriedly followed them to the hot pot restaurant.

"Come on, let's have a drink." As soon as the hot pot was served, Mo Dong raised his beer glass and said to them.

Gu Yang followed, but still did not forget to ask: "Why did you suddenly drink alcohol today?"

Mo Dong tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "Let's celebrate the beginning of winter today."

Although Gu Yang didn't understand, he still pointed the wine glass towards him and said happily, "Okay! Celebrate Lidong today!"

Song Zhou was the only one who didn't raise the bottle. Under the eyes of the two of them, he slowly picked up the wine glass and said, "I hope this year will be a warm winter."

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

Winter is coming as expected, the yellow leaves fall on the street, blown up and down by the cold winter wind,

On that day, Song Zhou got up early, put on the winter clothes his grandparents bought for him, and turned to ask the room: "Have you packed it?"

"Alright, alright, alright." Mo Dong trotted out with his backpack in hand, "Aren't we late?"

Song Zhou took the backpack from his hand: "It's still early, the train leaves at 9:30, don't worry."

Mo Dong slowed down, carefully put on his coat, took a deep breath, raised his head and said, "Let's go, let's go."

Their destination today is Fencheng, for the second trial that will be held the next day.

Sitting on the train, Mo Dong kept paying attention to Song Zhou's face, for fear that he would feel uncomfortable when he thought of something.

"Don't look at me, go to sleep." Song Zhou rubbed Mo Dong's hair, trying to make him relax a bit.

"Can't sleep." Mo Dong was really nervous. After all, he would see Song Zhengguo tomorrow. If something unexpected happened, he was afraid that he would not be able to handle it.

"Go to bed, we won't be there for a few hours." Song Zhou pushed his head on his shoulders semi-compulsively.

"Okay." Mo Dong took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

He said he was sleeping, but until the train stopped at the Fencheng station, Mo Dong didn't fall asleep for a second, his mind was in a mess, thinking about this and that, unable to calm down.

Song Zhou packed his backpack, grabbed his hand and got off the train.

Breathing the air of Fencheng after a long absence, Mo Dong's confused brain was cleared up, he wrapped his clothes tightly and said, "It's so cold."

Song Zhou zipped up his coat and raised his hand to stop a taxi.

This feels quite novel, returning to their familiar hometown but they have nowhere to go, they can only go to the hotel.

Li Chen was already waiting for them at the hotel. She came here by plane in the morning, because Song Zhou's grandpa and grandma were not in good health and were easily stimulated, so she was only allowed to come here alone.

"Dong dong dong." As soon as he entered the room, Li Chen knocked on the door outside.

Mo Dong put down the things in his hand, walked over and opened the door.

"Let's go out for a meal, I've already made an appointment at the hotel." Li Chen said.

Mo Dong glanced at Song Zhou, but didn't respond.

After a while, Song Zhou went to the bathroom to wash his face, and after he came out, he said, "Okay."

Most of the topics of conversation during the meal revolved around Song Zhengguo, and Li Chen was worried that he would not be sentenced to death tomorrow.

But Mo Dong didn't think it was a big problem. After all, the case was so serious in the local area, and the impact was extremely bad. It would be difficult to appease the anger of the people without the death penalty.

"If the person who died was someone else, or a man, the death penalty might be imposed. But the sad thing is that Li Yan was still the legal wife of that animal until she died."

Li Chen's tone didn't fluctuate when he spoke, but it made everyone else speechless.

The silence lasted until the next day. Sitting in the car going to the court, Mo Dong felt as if his heart was blocked by a big rock, making it difficult to breathe.

He secretly held Song Zhou's cold hand, while giving him strength, it was also for his own peace of mind.

When he arrived at the court, Song Zhou looked up at the majestic court not far away, paused, and then slowly walked up the steps.

"I'm going to the bathroom, you go in first." Li Chen said to them.

"Okay." Mo Dong nodded.

Because it was not time, they could not enter the court yet, so they stood outside the door with a group of reporters.

In order not to be recognized by reporters, Mo Dong dragged Song Zhou aside and took out the hat he had prepared earlier in the morning.

"It's okay." Song Zhou didn't think it was necessary.

"It's better to put it on, just to make me feel at ease." Mo Dong put the hat on for him, and then pulled it down.

"You can go in, you can go in."

There was a commotion nearby, and Mo Dong's heart jumped, and he looked up at Song Zhou.

"It's okay," Song Zhou reassured him, "Don't worry."

Mo Dong nodded, forced a smile, and said, "Let's go."

The author says:

continue tomorrow