Today, under the static management of the epidemic, my son and I finally could go out on the 52nd day of our life in school, but the school only gave us 5 hours.
In the warm winter sun, the wind pulls dead leaves and walks on the road "rustling" with golden ginkgo trees on both sides of the road.
I rode on the electric bike and secretly took the fat dog hidden in the dormitory, and took my son to the subway station together. My son wanted to go home to get a cotton jacket and wool pants.
Send my son away, and I come to the barber shop. The electric car was out of power, and the barber pulled out the charging cable from the barber shop. I thanked me and charged the electric car.
After I finish my hair, I go for a walk alongside Meihe . The little fat dog kept scratching the door outside, so I had to let it follow in.
"Your dog is in his teens, right?" asked the barber.
"Yes, how did you see it?"
"I see that its hair has no more luster."
The barber said that his dog was lost at the door of the store, and it was nothing to raise it if it was someone else. As long as it was good to the dog, the only thing was that it was afraid that the dog would turn into a meal on the plate.
"Some dogs will leave home at the end of their lives. My dog is old and seriously ill, and it may have run away by itself," he said.
I looked at the little fat dog. It was squatting next to me, staring at the strands of my long hair being cut off.
"I won't lose this dog. It's very introverted. It doesn't play with anyone, nor does it play with dogs, it only recognizes its owner."
After hearing what I said, the barber whistled at the little fat dog, and it stopped abruptly as soon as it started: "Oh, don't bare your teeth at me, I won't play with you."
After finishing my hair, I was about to take the little fat dog to the Meihe River. Passing by the fried chicken shop, I went in and took a look. Thinking about it, I still ate stewed noodles . When I walked to the stewed noodles shop 200 meters away, I saw the little fat dog sniffing a stone at the door of the hamburger shop. I shouted, it rushed over and I entered the braised noodle shop.
In just these 2 minutes, something suddenly happened!
After I ordered the braised noodles, I found that the little fat dog had not followed me and walked out and disappeared.
I hurriedly shouted a few times, but I still disappeared. I walked back to the burger shop, but still didn't. I walked back to the braised noodle shop again, and the meal was ready by this time. Thinking of the fat dog only recognizing its owner, I started eating noodles with luck.
Wait until I finished eating, I followed the route I had just walked and shouted around, but I still didn't see you. At this time, I think people and dogs may take different directions and different paths. Could it be that the little fat dog has returned to the barber shop and is waiting for me on the electric car?
I walked back to the barber shop but didn't see the dog.
I thanked the barber, rode the electric bike, and then walked around the road I walked again, shouting at the little fat dog. Still nothing was gained.
I ran back to the unit again, but I still got nothing.
At this time, my son called me and asked me to answer him. I endured my anxiety and went to pick up my son.
When I saw my son, I said that the little fat dog could not be found in just 2 minutes.
"It would be great if it could go back to school by itself." I prayed.
"It will keep searching back and forth on the road lost." The son said that once the little fat dog was lost in the market. After searching for several hours, it was still running and sniffing over and over on the three streets of the market.
My son, who originally planned to buy a drink, didn't buy it anymore, and he went with me to find the little fat dog.
My son and I were divided into two groups, one searched in the community where the barber shop was located, and the other searched along the outside of the community.
After a round after round, I still found nothing.
I ran to the barber shop again and told the barber that the fat dog was lost. If I saw it, please contact me.
The barber was incredible and asked in detail, and said that when he finished his work, he would help him find inside and outside the community. I added his WeChat, rode on the electric bike, followed the route I walked, and started shouting mode again.
My son went to the Meihe River next to him to look for it.
is about to run out of 5 hours, so I had to call my son. The phone rang and answered, "Hey, mom!" My son's voice was filled with a hint of expectation and surprise. I told him it was time to go back to school.
"Oh..." the son replied.
hung up the phone, and I entered the community again, but still got nothing.
Suddenly, the phone rang, it was my son calling it! I hurriedly answered, and my son said, "Where are you?"
The spark in my heart was extinguished before it even ignited.
On the way back to school with my son, I told my son that the fat dog might have been stolen because the dog in the barber shop was right at the door of his shop, and it was lost in 2 minutes under the boss's nose, for fear that the bad guy would steal the meat and eat it.
The son remained silent. After a while, he said, "Can you not look for it?"
"I'll go back and take a leave and then come out to look for it."
Back to school, I ran back to the dormitory, and then ran to the corridor next to the dormitory, hoping that a miracle would happen. But there is no miracle.
A sense of ominousness gradually arose in my heart. It seems that the fat dog is more inauspicious. After sending my son a message of "Make the worst plan and make the best efforts", I asked for leave from the leader and left the school gate again.
I rode an electric bike along the route I walked, searching for it over and over again, and got off the electric bike, and walked over and over again on the road where I and the fat dog were lost.
I looked at the prosperous and now extremely deserted streets, and the shops with tightly closed doors, and couldn't figure it out: Where did it go? There are no traps on the road, and no one dares to use a net bag to catch a dog in broad daylight!
Could it be that I was stunned and taken away by the meat with medicine? But time is too late!
I stood next to the stone that the little fat dog sniffed, looked back at the burger shop, and then looked forward at the noodle shop: When it suddenly found that I was lost, how would it find me? Or did it think I lost it on purpose or didn’t care enough, so I deliberately walked away? I took it out for a walk at home before, but I went upstairs first, but it kept lying downstairs and rolled my eyes...
When eating braised noodles, I vaguely saw a dog following an old lady across the road to the Mei River, but it was not like a fat dog...
When I was in a hamburger shop, it followed me to the bathroom...
I ran to the hamburger shop again and asked the owner if he had seen a dog? The owner checked the surveillance and told me that the little fat dog followed me out and walked towards the noodle shop.
I ran to the braised noodle shop again and asked if there was a dog that had been here?
They said no, "You didn't bring a dog from beginning to end!"
The night is getting darker, and I am desperate.
I remembered the little hamster I lost, the youth and time I lost, the ideals I had never realized, the plans that always push to tomorrow, those actions that always "wait for the next week" but have not yet persevered until I was in my 40s...
It's like this, my life, when I still have, never really put in action to cherish it, so that I reached my 40s, and there are so many "wait for the next week" that I have never realized...
In despair, I swear to the sky: If the little fat dog can return to me, I will definitely cherish what I have, accompany it at least half an hour a day, accompany the child at least half an hour a day, exercise at least half an hour a day, and write at least half an hour a day...
Half of my life has been wasted, how many tomorrows and next week are there? Do you have to reach the end of your life like this? …
I raised my head powerlessly, wondering how long the sadness will last this time... Is this the moment of separation that God is afraid that I can't stand, so in this way, I caught me off guard and learn from my mistakes? ...
Suddenly, I found a fat shadow in front of me. I hurriedly rode an electric bike to chase me. I opened my eyes and looked carefully. In the night, the fat dog was sticking out his tail, smelling the ground all the way...
I shouted, and it shook its head and wagged its tail, ran over and got on the electric bike.
I stroked it and made up my mind to realize my four "at least half an hour a day". I immediately called my son to report his safety. Then, I took the fat dog to the braised meat shop, bought it a sausage, fed it, and took it to the Mei River for a while. Then, I bought a drink for my son and took the fat dog back to school.
Back to school, sent a message to the barber and expressed his gratitude. I shared these 5 hours of ups and downs with my roommates.
Then, start, execute, four "at least half an hour a day"...
