Seven's secret

Murong opened his eyes lightly, the husky with fluffy and shiny fur was still squatting on the ground in the previous posture, with its two paws in front of its body, a pair of beautiful blue eyes were staring at him intently.

Murong Qing was slightly surprised, judging from the information revealed by its owner, it should not be that patient.

Well, as a matter of fact, the original words of its owner were "this guy jumps up and down happily from morning to night, and is in the state of a manic psychopath for at least 10 hours a day." Unexpectedly, he fell asleep and returned to the cage. He was still sitting there.Murong glanced at his watch lightly, he slept for twenty to ten minutes at least, should he tell its owner that his pet has set a new record of standing still?

Husky didn't seem to notice Murong's movement of looking at his watch lightly, and was still sitting in a daze.Murong Qing took a closer look at it, only to find that although it looked like it was staring at him, its eyes were actually a little distracted - was it thinking about something? !

The corner of Murong Qing's mouth twitched, and couldn't help raising his hand to shake it in front of its eyes.

The big dog who was wandering in the sky trembled, as if startled by this sudden movement.Murong Qing saw that the fluffy fur on its neck was blown up, and then smoothed down one by one, and then a look of anger slowly gathered in the slightly dazed eyes of the dog.

"You scared me on purpose! Woah!"

Murong watched it jumping lightly, and suddenly felt that it was quite interesting to have such a little thing as a companion.

This big dog has two owners, one of them is named Ling Dongzhi, who is an art teacher in a private middle school in Binhai City, and also a well-known painter.The reason why Murong Qing and his brother chose this city to settle down is also because of him.Although they haven't known each other for a long time, there is a connection between them that is stronger than friendship: it is said that they were born in the same small mountain village and have the same mysterious blood flowing in their bodies.

Murong Qing felt that even if they were not from the same hometown - he was always dubious about this point, because there was no conclusive evidence.But just because they both have the ability to recognize the language of animals, they can also become excellent friends.He had always felt that a shared secret was a bond stronger than any bond.

Murong glanced lightly at the big dog in front of him, and was very puzzled by the vicious little expression on its face, "Why are you staring at me all the time?"

The big dog suddenly became angry, "You bullied my winter solstice, and you still haven't apologized!"

Murong was lightly taken aback, "How can I have it?"

The big dog bared his teeth at him aggressively, "You ask him to bring you a cup! Why don't you take it yourself! When others come, you have to go get it yourself, so you won't call Dongzhi to do it!"

Murong Qing sneered at what it said, "Winter Solstice is the owner of this place, I ask him to take things to show respect to him. To fetch things by yourself in front of the owner is to bully him. You have done it the other way around." , Bitch! When others bullied him in front of you before, did you just sit on the sidelines and watch the fun?"

The big dog was stunned for a moment, and a kind of resentment that was about to cry slowly appeared in his eyes, "You are talking nonsense!"

Murong Qing didn't bother to talk to it, she squinted and lay on the deck chair basking in the sun.

The noon sun shines on him through the dense branches and leaves above his head.Below the wooden-floored corridor is an exquisite courtyard full of flowers and plants. Near the railing, there are several Begonias of Xifu planted. The flowering period has passed, and the green branches and leaves cast a pleasant shadow on the grass. Two brown civet cats squeezed together Sleeping on belly in the shadows.

On the other side of the corridor is the back door of the kitchen, through a glass door, Murong Qing saw Ling Dongzhi walking towards this side carrying a plate of cut fruits, surrounded by a chubby tabby cat.Murong lightly looked at the way he was talking to the cat with a friendly face, and felt that this "clan member" was really a gentle and kind person, just like his brother.If there is any difference, it is that Murong Lu's temperament is softer.

Ling Dongzhi came out of the kitchen, rubbed the big dog's head with his free hand, sat down on the wooden chair next to Murong Qing, and asked him with a smile, "Are you asleep?"

Murong nodded lightly, "These days when I came to Binhai, I ran outside every day, and my legs are still sore - traveling is also physical work."

Ling Dongzhi laughed.

The big dog jumped up, plunged its head into Ling Dongzhi's arms, and yelled, "Dongzhi, it's all my fault, I will never let others bully you again!"

Ling Dongzhi didn't know what kind of wind it was having again, so he rubbed its big head to comfort it for a while, until it swung its big tail and ran to play with some cats under the tree, then turned around and asked Murong Qing inexplicably, " What stimulated it?"

"Who knows," Murong shrugged lightly, "I probably missed you."

Ling Dongzhi pursed his lips and smiled, "It's so interesting to have a pet at home, like your Xiaoliu, who spends time with animals every day. Well, speaking of it, I really didn't expect him to go to work so soon."

The lines on Murong Qing's face became softer, "He is different from me, he likes small animals very much."

Ling Dongzhi asked him back, "You don't like it?"

Murong was silent for a moment.He remembered that the old black cat he met on the top of the cliff when he was a child asked him the same question. At that time, he didn't know how to answer this question, and now he still can't find a suitable answer.Because it's not just a question of likes or dislikes.

Ling Dongzhi smiled, "It's been half a month since I came to Binhai, how do you feel?"

The previous topic was put aside, which made Murong Qing breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay, it's just too noisy. I always feel dazzled when walking on the street. You know I grew up in the mountains, where we live all year round. Never seen so many people."

Ling Dongzhi laughed amused by his tone, "It's easier to open a store if there are many people. If there is no traffic, how can there be business?"

Murong sighed softly, "Opening a store is just an idea, it's still too early to implement it. My master has a few friends here, and I have to visit them and listen to their opinions."

Ling Dongzhi said: "If you need help, just ask."

The corners of Murong Qing's lips twitched slightly, "I know."

It is said that their family suffered from natural and man-made disasters that were rare in a century, and all members of the family suffered disasters. Only a few juniors were sent out of the mountain early, which survived.

It's really a tragic life experience.Murong Qing thought, this is much more tragic than being ruthlessly abandoned by unscrupulous parents.

He didn't like the feeling of carrying something on his back.If possible, he really hoped that it was just a legend and had nothing to do with him.

The person Murong Qing wanted to visit was Pei Shengwu, a retired university professor.It is said that he is a fellow martial uncle of his master He Mao.

He Mao was a master porcelain maker invited back by Murong He from Changnan more than ten years ago.According to Uncle Mao himself, Mr. Murong invited him to go north to study how to integrate the essence of porcelain making in the north and south, so as to improve the porcelain making skills of Murong's family to a higher level.At that time, Murong He was still young and in good health, and he still had an extremely passionate passion for the lintel.

However, his desire to innovate has not outweighed his cherishment of his own craftsmanship.As for Uncle Mao, he was not willing to let him go, and he was also afraid that he would use his skills to mislead the children of the clan, so he was rather unwilling for the children of Murong's family to get too close to him.In this way, it was cheaper for Murong Xiaoqi who was sent to take care of Uncle Mao's daily life.

Although Murong Qing also calls Mr. Murong a grandfather, but in terms of closeness, he is just a descendant who has no blood relationship. In the eyes of Mr. Murong, his status is no different from that of a handyman at home. He is absolutely not qualified to learn from the Murong family. Ancestral craftsmanship.So when Uncle Mao said he wanted to take Murong Qing as his apprentice, Mr. Murong readily agreed.Regarding Murong Xiao Qi's closeness with Mao Shu, Murong He was even a little relieved.He was also worried that if Uncle Mao continued to do nothing, sooner or later he would have the idea of ​​leaving Pinganji.Using an insignificant Murong Xiaoqi can trap him and keep working for the Murong family. For Murong He, this deal is really a bargain—of course, at that time, Murong Xiaoqi hadn't been pushed by his cousin Murong Jin with ulterior motives. Come out and make chips.To Murong He, Xiao Qi is just a name.