happy looking back

His head was throbbing stiffly.And Cheng Yu blushed, but he didn't dare to look up.

The father and son who are equally proud and inexpressive remind me of the couple in Xiaohe Village: a domineering and dictatorial father, a gentle but equally stubborn son, if there is no high-efficiency lubricant and high-pressure fire extinguisher like me, the consequences will be unimaginable .I don't know if my grandfather would blow his beard and stare whenever he saw Dad "doing nothing" in the past few months when I was not at home?

"Homesick?" A square blanket was spread on the wide lawn, and Li Xiqing gently placed me on the blanket.The sun sinking in the west dyed the lawn and the ridge in the distance with a light golden layer, and the spring breeze was blowing on the face with the fragrance of flowers, which was intoxicating.Gently smoothing Li Xiqing's palm, aimlessly drawing the fine lines on the palm, whispering faintly, "A little bit." I feel a little homesick, but there is no sadness of parting in the sourness overflowing in my heart.

"In three years, after I finish my master's degree, I will go to mainland China to find you." There is no pledge of love, but as long as Li Xiqing promises, I believe he will not break his promise.After being moved, the sourness of parting in my heart is gradually submerged in the man's competitive self-loathing.Li Xiqing is only a freshman this year, and three years later he is already a 22-year-old high-level intellectual with a postgraduate master's degree from the University of Hong Kong.

On the other hand, do I, who is about to turn ten years old in three years, still suffer through my primary school career in those thatched huts in Xiaohe Village? !The more I think about it, the more I feel that I can't waste my time in such a ignorant way. I absolutely can't go to Xiaohe Village Primary School. The ideal of helping young fathers to make a fortune cannot be changed.

"Hey, it's so itchy~~~" Just when I was thinking about how to get rich and build a small western-style building according to local conditions, I felt a wet itching on the back of my hand, and I looked down, ho!A little black and white puppy was wagging its tail happily, sticking out its pink and tender tongue to lick the back of my hand from time to time, making a coquettish and flattering sound from its body.

"It looks so festive." He stretched out his hands to cross the two forelimbs of the little puppy, and lifted it up, only to find that this dog looks very distinctive.There are two big innocent eyes that are watery and wet. One has white eye sockets and the other has black hair sockets. The long hair on the back is white and smooth, and the tail and belly are black hair without a trace of impurities.Just for this "naturally gifted" appearance, it's hard for people not to like it.

"It's called Jisanlang." Li Xiqing stretched out his slender fingers to poke the black eye sockets of the little puppy. The little puppy, which must not be more than two months old, seemed to be afraid of Li Xiqing.Being poked to the point of screaming "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow , the tail that was wagging happily was tremblingly caught in the buttocks between the legs. Two watery black eyes looked at me.

Wow~~~, so cute!Excitedly, I hugged the little puppy in my arms, no matter whether it was the dog's ears, dog's head or dog's belly, I ruthlessly trampled on it.The soft and warm touch made me want to stop more and more, especially when I saw the pitiful eyes of the little puppy, the bad factor of "abuse" in my heart became more burning.

So a new round of stir-frying and kneading made the little dog make a "whoop" and "sob" sound. If the dog can sob, the white and black dog hair flew everywhere for a while.No wonder Li Xiqing likes to pinch my stomach and poke my head. It turns out that this pitiful expression and the touch under his hands are the root of the temptation to commit crimes.

"Wow~~~, woo~~~" Just as I was having a great time playing, a snow-white English Shepherd came out from the dog shed of a "European-style castle" nearby.Adult Shepherd Dogs are large and aggressive with sharp canines.Maybe it was because of the sad whining of the little puppy, the shepherd dog as the mother screamed "Wow" in anger, and rushed out of the kennel at a very fast speed.

But seeing Li Xiqing's sharp eyes, the shepherd dog immediately swayed its head and tail in excitement, walked briskly to the side of Li Xiqing's trousers, let out a "woo woo" sound of joy, and then kept using its neck They rubbed Li Xiqing's trousers.He stared blankly at the 1.2-meter strong dog beside him, squinting his eyes half-closed in an intoxicated obsession, with a row of cold sweat hanging on his forehead: This is a big-colored dog. He didn't even care about his son.

"She's Jiji, a purebred English Sheepdog." Li Xiqing patted Jiji's bitch on the head as if rewarding, and Jiji sat beside Li Xiqing with a downcast look. The "shy" appearance of the dog, it is almost as if she is the hostess who enters the house, of course, if the dog is "shy".

"This—this is also Jiji's doll?!" Gigi squatted down and I realized that there were two little puppies behind it. One was as white as Jiji, fluffy like a cute toy dog .But the other one is black and gray all over, and it is a circle larger than the other two. It has a tiger head and a tiger brain, and the short hair all over its body is very dense, making it look very strong, especially its small eyes full of vigilance and wildness.If Gigi is a very smart hunting dog, then this little puppy must be a wolf, so I wonder if Gigi's friend is a wild wolf?

"It's called Ji Dalang, and their father is a black lion-headed mastiff." Li Xiqing's words made me stretch out my hand to pet this little beast-like doll and then retract it. It is said that the purebred lion-headed mastiff Being able to tear apart a prairie lion, that kind of wildness and ferocity is what a real ferocious beast is born with.

"Then it must be called Kichiro?" He held the lively and active Saburo in his left hand, and gently stroked the timid Jiro with his right hand.Seeing the little thing curled up into a ball of fur and trembling, the desire to ravage it became stronger and stronger.But I felt that Ji Dalang was standing aside and guarding my "brother" like a calf, so I could only suppress the bad thoughts that came up.

"Jirou was timid and timid, and was almost bitten to death by the lion-headed mastiff." Li Xiqing's words made me feel a little pity for no reason, and I gently put Jiro on my lap, combing his hair carefully.As if sensing my friendliness, Jiro stared at me with a pair of clear watery eyes, and then arched into my arms affectionately.

Ji Saburo is Xiaoyao, just like human beings, Xiaoyao is always the most lively, mischievous and rebellious one, just like my little uncle Ge Yuanchao, he is a stubborn donkey who can't walk or retreat.This little thing has just been raped by me, and it still looks pitiful and unhappy. This guy sees that I love its second brother, and it is jealous.He climbed onto my lap, squeezed and squeezed the poor Jiro down, sat on my chest triumphantly, and licked the back of my hand to please.

"It's so distressing." The round eyes of Kichijiro, who was squeezed to the ground, became misty, and he curled up pitifully and played autistic with a look of "the whole world has abandoned me".It caused my heart, which has always been soft but not hard, to throb. I hurriedly carried this autistic puppy into my arms to comfort me, so my chest became a Colosseum again.Li Xiqing impatiently rubbed her nose, which was harassed by dog ​​hair, and poked Ji Saburo's hairy head with her slender fingers. Only then did the two turf-grabbing puppies calm down.

I dare not have any unreasonable thoughts about Ji Dalang, mainly because this dog doll has inherited more wildness of mastiff.But I didn't expect this humane little dog to walk up to me on its own initiative, and gently rubbed my trousers with its neck sideways.The three inches below the neck is a restricted area for wild mammals. If this area is touched without the owner's permission, it is tantamount to plucking a dragon's whiskers, which will undoubtedly anger the wildness of the beast.

And now Da Lang is willing to expose the weakest neck in front of me, which is the dog's way of showing affection.Just like when dogs encounter dangers that are too difficult for them to parry, they will tuck their tails, put their backs on their backs, and run away with a "woo-woo" sound.I happily stretched out my palm and gently stroked Da Lang's furry head like a cub, and the cool Da Lang "reciprocated" by sticking out his pink tongue and licking my fingers.

"Ci—Jiro~~~" A timid voice like a mosquito came from behind the kennel.I looked up, and a big naked head poked out timidly. I was deeply impressed by the shocking knife edge on the head.The nine-year-old Zeng Mengjing looked the same as my six-year-old Douding, even weaker. The pair of clear but dull eyes on his pale face made people feel heartbroken.

"Xiao Jing, Jiro is here." Zeng Mengjing always reminds me of the former Cheng Jing, although their personalities are so different, perhaps the only similarity is the same name "Xiao Jing".I crossed Kichijiro's forelegs and swayed. The opposite Zeng Mengjing looked at me with big watery eyes, then looked timidly at Li Xiqing, and finally stared helplessly at Kichiro who screamed "Woooooooo".

"Baby, Jiro will be in pain and uncomfortable~~~" Zeng Mengjing moved to me step by step with tears of distress in his eyes.Unexpectedly, Zeng Mengjing, who only met once, would remember my name, "I like it~~~, baby." I remember the shy Xiaojing who was huddled in Zeng Shaoyang's arms once said to me like this.

"Xiao Jing likes Jiro very much?" Putting the puppy in Zeng Mengjing's arms, Xiao Jing smiled brightly like a child who got candy, although the tears in his eyes had not faded.The puppy Jiro seemed to be very familiar with the smell of Xiao Jing, nestled obediently in Xiao Jing's thin chest, stretched out his pink tongue to lick Xiao Jing's pale face, and Xiao Jing