The lights lit up in the smashed glass window, and angry screams rang out in the quiet alley.

Zheng Qing held his breath and wanted to escape, but he might as well put his feet on his feet. A miserable sob came from beside him. He looked at him and saw that the puppy was holding his trouser legs in his mouth. His narrow eyes were wide open, staring at him tightly, and he was still trying to shake his tail.

"You are the testimony, I'm not here now." He nodded irresponsibly. He didn't care about the little guy's angry eyes at all, and he pushed the car and wanted to escape. Unexpectedly, his trouser legs were immediately dragged down. He lowered his head helplessly. Zheng Qing saw that the puppy's hind legs were unnaturally tilted backwards. It seemed that he was injured in the fight just now.

Seeing the puppy insisting on biting his trousers and listening to his low sobs, Zheng Qing felt pity in his heart for some reason. In a panic, he didn't have time to think about it. He reached out and grabbed the puppy's skin and threw it into his car basket. Then he quickly escaped from a swearing sound from the window.

The distance of a hundred meters ended in an instant. When he came to the street and looked at the bright lights around, Zheng Qing let out a heavy sigh. Turning back, the night sky was still silent and peaceful, and he could only vaguely see a huge black shadow heading towards the distance.

The puppy lying lazily in the car basket raised his head and looked at Zheng Qing. His black and shiny eyes were shaking, as charming as the endless starry sky. Zheng Qing suddenly felt that it would be better to bring this little guy home. After all, this is a corpse and two lives, or a corpse is a corpse and a lot of life. If he throws it directly on the street, the injured puppy may not even be able to survive tomorrow morning.

He was anxious to go home and did not notice the puppy picking the corners of his mouth in the car basket, showing a cunning smile, otherwise he would have taken out a handful of talisman paper and smashed it hard at the little thing.

***

The endless red, the thick red ink and the overwhelming red are the only color 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, blankly, and silly, just looking at this monotonous world silently.

Gradually, the light whispering sounded in this monotonous world, louder and louder. At the end, wild and deafening sound echoed in this space, as if tens of millions of wild wolves were looking at the moon and roaring, and as if tens of millions of iron-armored men were beating drums in the wilderness, contradictory and heavy.

But Zheng Qing, who was standing alone in this space, felt nothing. He just opened his arms and closed his eyes, and stood there quietly. More and more reds were piled up, and the more thicker blood-red clouds formed above Zheng Qing's head, which became heavier and heavier, until Zheng Qing finally submerged.

"Pu," accompanied by a scream, Zheng Qing got up from under the bed and fell under the bed again. This was the first time. Zheng Qing was a little helpless, but he could not helpless. He could not tie himself to the bed to sleep.

Compared to the experience of having a headache hitting the wall and sleepwalking on the cabinet when I was a child, it doesn’t seem like a big problem to fall off the bed while sleeping.

After rubbing his forehead that was a little swollen and painful, Zheng Qing completely forgot the blood red in his dream. He only remembered that he was chased by a huge thing, and he woke up as he chased. As for his clear memory, he still stayed on the engraving with a pair of jade-colored eyes.

Speaking of the eagle, he raised his head and searched nervously. Soon, he saw the puppy in his dream in the pile of clothes on the head of his bed.

I was a little dizzy yesterday, so I just washed the puppy casually and fell asleep on my own. Unexpectedly, the puppy still found a comfortable place to consciously find a comfortable place. I stuck out my hand and scratched the puppy's big ears standing upright. Zheng Qing only felt that the puppy was so likable.

I swept the alarm clock next to my pillow, and it was less than six o'clock.

Zheng Qing walked to the balcony barefoot quietly, looking up at the sky.

Very good, the star is still bright.

He took out a handful of golden particles and sprinkled them on the window ridge of the balcony. Zheng Qing glanced at the corner of the wall with his eyes slightly raised his mouth, then closed his eyes, sinking his energy into the dantian, slowly stretching his fists to his legs as the rhythm of his breathing.

It feels like Tai Chi, but it is not at all. Zheng Qing has been practicing this guide technique for nearly seven years. According to his teacher's requirements, he perseveres every day.

The paper balls in the corner of the wall were moving.

After a while, a small, slim and fat person climbed up the window along the smooth wall. When Zheng Qing finished punching several times and concentrating his mind, he saw that the little person kept stuffing things into his mouth.

"Eat slowly, no one will compete with you." Zheng Qing adjusted his breathing and looked at the mouse happily.

The little guy ignored it and just kept stuffing these small golden particles into his mouth. He not until his cheeks were bulging brightly, he wiped his beard and stopped a little.

I don't know what breed this mouse is, but it looks like a guinea pig. It has a short and thick body, round ears and dark eyes, short and tailless limbs, but it is only the size of a fist. It is also a bit like a hamster, with petite body, skin sac on the cheeks and sharp incisors. Since I discovered this little thing when I was a child, its size has basically not changed, which is very magical.

Although I don’t know the variety, this little thing has never lacked its name. When Shukebeta was popular when he was a child, this little thing was called "Shuta" by Zheng Qing, and was always stuffed into the aircraft model to fight monsters. Later, after the movie Rat Lai Bao was released, the little thing was once renamed "Dabao", as the saying goes, Dabao is seen every day.

After punching today, Zheng Qing wanted to give the little thing a new name.

"Well, since I am completely free now, you call it freedom. However, the name of freedom is a bit common. If it is turned into English, it is free. Free, which is a good omen. But seeing that you are covered in fat, this "fu" should be regarded as "fat."

"Well, from today on, you will be called Fei Rui!" Zheng Qing frowned and made a very complicated inference. The little thing stuffed the last golden particle into his mouth, glanced at the person who was unknown, smeared his face quietly, walked slowly to the window, and slid along the heating pipe on one side into the small nest he had opened.

Zheng Qing curled his lips, rubbed his face hard, and returned to his room lazily, falling on the bed dejectedly, not knowing what to do next.

Freedom, I used to think that what I wanted most was like this kind of life, but after indulging and relaxing, an unstoppable sense of emptiness arose from the bottom of my heart.

I remember reading a book about philosophy when I was very young. There is a philosophical school. I can’t remember its name. This school explores the meaning of life, or the meaning of existence. In their opinion, life has no meaning. What is the purpose of living and dying for decades, living ordinary and numb?

Canon's soothing tone suddenly rang, and Zheng Qing touched his phone and hummed, "Moshimoshi?"

He called out for a party again, and a bitter smile appeared on his face. Every day, he ate and slept, woke up and ate, and stopped playing with the computer. Such a comfortable life seemed so enjoyable and beautiful in the past, but now, alas. Zheng Qing found that he couldn't wait to wait for the arrival of the college entrance examination results. No matter how good or bad, he had some hope. If he failed the exam, he could consider going out to work. If he had done the exam, he could enjoy the long-awaited college life.

The sleeping puppy turned over and shook its fluffy tail naturally. Zheng Qing blinked his eyes, but soon turned his head and threw the thoughts behind his head. It must have been dazzled. He actually saw three tails just now! Although the dog's tail is very strange, very much like a squirrel, it will never grow three.

Hallucination must be hallucinations.

He believed in his eyes and his feelings. This little thing was brought back by himself, and it was definitely not a dirty thing.

The family did not oppose raising small animals, as long as there was no odor or garbage. After Zheng Qing actively solved these problems, the puppy with big belly lived in Zheng Qing's house.

The days passed day by day, and Zheng Qing's life was still wandering between soberness and decadence. The only thing that made him unhappy was the puppy he rescued last time.

After the injury healed, the puppy with a big belly gave birth to a little squirrel-like puppy, and then disappeared after the squirrel grew to the size of a fist and did not need to breastfeed.
Chapter completed!