Chapter 3: Irresponsible puppy

　　 The light was on in the smashed glass window, and angry yelling sounded in the quiet alley.
Zheng Qing held his breath and tried to slip away, but he might as well stepped down, and there was a tragic whimper next to him. Looking at it, the puppy was holding his trousers, with narrow eyes staring at him tightly. , Wagging his tail to please.
　　 "You testify, I'm not here now." Nodded irresponsibly. He didn't care about the little guy's angry eyes, and tried to slip when he pushed the car, but he didn't expect the trousers to be immediately dragged. Reluctantly lowered his head, Zheng Qing saw that the dog's hind legs were swaying back unnaturally, thinking that he was injured in the fight just now.
Seeing the puppy insisting on biting his trousers and listening to its low sobbing, Zheng Qing felt a pity in his heart for some reason. In a panic, before he could think about it, he reached out and grabbed the puppy's top leather and took it. Throwing it in his own car basket, he quickly ran away amid a curse from the window.
　　The distance of one hundred and ten meters ended in a flash, and when he came to the street, he breathed out again, looking at the bright lights around. Looking back, the night sky was still silent and serene, and only a huge black shadow could only be vaguely seen flying away.
　　 The puppy lying lazily in the basket raised his head to look at Zheng Qing, her dark black eyes dangling, as charming as the endless starry sky. Zheng Qing suddenly felt that maybe it would be better to take this little guy home. After all, this is a dead body with two lives, or a dead body with multiple lives. If you throw it directly on the street, this injured puppy may even I can't get through tomorrow morning.
　　 Anxious to go home, he didn't notice the sly smile of the puppy in the basket with the pick at the corner of his mouth, otherwise he would immediately take out a handful of talisman paper and slam it at the little thing.
　　
　　 The endless red, the rich red, and the overwhelming red are the only colors in the entire space. It seems to be rendered with blood, filling the whole world with a breath of solemnity and despair. Zheng Qing stood alone in this endless red, fixed, stunned, silly, just watching silently. This monotonous world.
Gradually, a soft whisper sounded in this monotonous world, and the sound became louder and louder. In the end, the wild and ear-sounding sound echoed in this space, as if tens of millions of wild wolves were watching the moon sadly. Long howls, it seems that thousands of iron-clad men are beating and shouting in the wilderness, contradictory and heavy.
　　 But Zheng Qing, who was standing alone in this space, felt nothing, just opened his arms and closed his eyes, standing there quietly. More and more red was piled up, and thick blood-red clouds gradually formed above Zheng Qing's head, which became heavier and heavier until Zheng Qing was finally submerged.
　　 "Pump," Zheng Qing got up from under the bed with a scream. It fell under the bed again. This is the first few times. Zheng Qing is a little helpless, but helpless, he can't tie himself to the bed to sleep.
　　 Compared to the experience of hitting the wall with a headache when I was a child, and sleepwalking in the cabinet, it doesn't seem to be a big problem to fall off the bed while sleeping.
Rubbing his painful forehead, Zheng Qing completely forgot the blood red in his dream, only remembering that he was being chased by a huge thing, and after chasing after him, he woke up. As for his clear memory, it still stayed there. On a large sculpture with emerald eyes.
　　 Speaking of the big eagle, he raised his head and searched around nervously. Soon, he saw the puppy in a sound dream in the pile of clothes beside his bed.
　　 I was a little dizzy yesterday. I just washed the puppy casually, and fell asleep on its own. I didn't expect the puppy to find a comfortable place consciously. Sticking out his hand and scratching the puppy's erect ears, Zheng Qing only felt that the puppy was so likable.
　　 swept the alarm clock by the pillow, it was not six o'clock.
　　 Zheng Qing walked to the balcony quietly, barefoot, and looked up at the sky.
　　 Very good, Venus is still on.
　　 took out a handful of golden particles and sprinkled them on the balcony window. Zheng Qing glanced at the corner of the wall with slanting eyes, and the corner of his mouth was slightly tilted, then closed his eyes, sinking into his dantian, and slowly stretching out his fists and legs following the rhythm of his breathing.
　　 feels like Tai Chi, but not at all. Zheng Qing has been practicing this set of guidance techniques for nearly seven years, and perseveres every day according to her husband's requirements.
　　 The paper ball in the corner moved rustlingly.
　　 After a while, a small, plump, ochre-skinned thing climbed up the window edge along the smooth wall. When Zheng Qing finished a few punches and kept his breath, he saw the little thing constantly stuffing his mouth.
　　 "Eat slowly, no one will grab you." Zheng Qing adjusted his breathing and looked at the mouse cheerfully.
　　 The little thing ignored it, just stuffed these golden yellow particles into his mouth vigorously, and wiped his beard until the cheek pouch swelled brightly, and stopped for a while.
　　 I don’t know what kind of mouse it is. It looks like a guinea pig. It has a stubby body, round ears, black eyes, short limbs and no tail, but only the size of a fist. It looks a bit like a hamster, with a petite body, a skin on the cheek, and sharp incisors. Since I discovered this little thing since I was a child, its body shape has basically not changed. It is amazing.
　　 Although I don’t know the breed, this little thing never lacks a name. When Shuke Beta was popular as a child, Zheng Qing called this little thing'Shuta', and was always stuffed into the model airplane to fight the monsters. Later, after the movie Rat Laibao was released, the little thing was renamed'Dabao'. , As the so-called Dabao sees every day.
　　 After punching today, and feeling refreshed, Zheng Qing wants to give the little thing a new name.
"Well, since this lord is completely free now, you can call it freedom. But the name of freedom is a little bit vulgar. In English, it is free. Free, Furui, good sign. But you are fat, this 'Fu' should be regarded as'fat'."
　　 "Well, from today, you will be called Fei Rui!" Zheng Qing frowned and made a very complicated conclusion. The little thing stuffed the last golden particle into his mouth, glanced at the unknown person, wiped his face steadily, walked slowly to the window, and slid along the heating pipe on one side into his own small nest. .
　　 Zheng Qing curled his mouth, rubbed his face vigorously, and returned to his room lazily, and fell slumped on the bed, not knowing what to do next.
　　 Freedom, I used to think that what I want most is this kind of life, but after indulgence and relaxation, an irresistible sense of emptiness arises from the bottom of my heart.
　　 I remember reading a book about philosophy when I was very young. There is a philosophical school, and I can’t remember its name. This school explores the meaning of life, or the meaning of existence. In their view, life is meaningless. Life is dead, for decades like a day, UU reading www.uukanshu.com lives ordinary and numb, what is it for?
　　 Canon’s soothing tone suddenly sounded, Zheng Qing smoothly touched the phone and hummed: "Moximosi?"
　　 was called out to a party again, and a wry smile appeared on his face. Every day, he went to sleep when he was full, and when he woke up, he would stop playing with the computer. Such a comfortable day used to be so enjoyable and wonderful, but now, alas. Zheng Qing found that he was a little impatient to wait for the results of the college entrance examination. No matter how good or bad, he was somewhat rushing. If he failed the exam, he could consider going out to work. After he finished the exam, he could enjoy the long-awaited university life.
　　 The sleeping puppy turned over, and the big fluffy tail flung it naturally. Zheng Qing blinked, but quickly turned his head, throwing the thoughts behind him. It must be dazzled, he actually saw three tails just now! Although this puppy's tail is very strange, like a squirrel, it won't grow three.
　　 An illusion, it must be an illusion.
　　 He believes in his eyes, and more in his own feelings. This little thing was brought back with my own hands. It is definitely not a dirty thing.
　　 The family does not object to raising small animals, provided that there is no peculiar smell and no garbage. After Zheng Qing actively solved these problems, the big-bellied puppy stayed in Zheng Qing's house.
　　 Days passed like this, Zheng Qing's life was still wandering between sober and decadent. The only thing that bothered him was the puppy that was rescued last time.
　　 After the injury, the big-bellied puppy gave birth to a small squirrel-like puppy, and then disappeared lightly after the small squirrel grew to the size of a fist and did not need to breastfeed.
　　 Tossing his tail, without taking away a trace of worry, leaving long hair on the ground, and a pitiful little white dog.