Extra: Wangfu's "Fierce Dog" Guardian Diary

# "I'm in Love with Fruits" Extra: Wangfu's "Ferocious Dog" Guardian Diary

Who understands! My biological clock was completely disrupted by that human cub named Xiaochen. Before daybreak, a pair of cold bare feet stepped on the tip of my tail. The pain made me scream, but the little ancestor clapped his hands and laughed: "Wangfu, wake up! Come with me to see Guoguo!"

If it weren't for the dried meat he secretly feeds me every day, I could curl up in the back of the kennel, bury my face in the fluffy mat, and sleep until the sun warms my back! But there's no other way. I'm Qingxi Village's "Number One Guard Dog" (a self-proclaimed title, but no one objects). I can only reluctantly get up, pretending to wag my tail a few times to appear proactive.

Xiaochen squatted beside his "Star Tomato" seedling, his chubby little hand gently touching the leaves. I leaned over to smell it—hmm, that familiar bitter smell, mixed with the damp, fishy smell of earth. It smelled much better than the leftovers from Uncle Wang's house at the village entrance. Suddenly, my nose moved and I caught a strange odor: a bit like the pungent smell of city exhaust, with a pungent chemical odor. Even stranger than the smell of the man in black last time!

I perked up instantly, my ears pricked straighter than the branches of an old pear tree, and a low growl emanated from my throat. I silently muttered to myself, "How dare you get close to Xiaochen's Guoguo? I'll bite a hole in your trouser leg!" Xiaochen was still confused: "Wangfu, what's wrong with you? Are you arguing with the air?"

I stared at the village entrance for a long time, and then I saw a man selling candied haws passing by with his cart. That strange smell was from the dust from the city factories on his cart! I immediately stopped growling, pretended to scratch myself, and turned my face away—so embarrassing! Luckily, no one noticed my little mistake.

The midday sun burned my back. I dozed under an old pear tree, my paw still resting on Xiaochen's plastic airplane (my "trophy"; I'd retrieved it the last time it fell into the fields). Half asleep, I heard a "thump," followed by Xiaochen's cry. I jumped up and rushed over. Alas, Xiaochen had slipped and fallen into the mud beside the strawberry patch. Tears streamed down his face, as red as freshly picked strawberries.

I quickly picked up the airplane he dropped on the ground and went to him to rub his legs. As soon as Xiaochen saw the airplane, he stopped crying and hugged my neck and shouted: "Wangfu, you are so awesome!" I secretly laughed: "Of course not, but you rubbed mud on my fur. I have to ask Aunt Xiaoman to comb my fur tonight!"

The afternoon was even busier. A few men in suits arrived, their scent pungent—not the familiar, village air, but rather the scent of paper from Uncle Chen Wang's briefcase. I immediately stood in front of Xiaochen, hunched over, growling, clawing at the dirt, ready to charge at any moment—I couldn't let my "ferocious dog" persona slip!

Uncle Chen Wang came over, protected Xiaochen and me, and said a few words to those people, and they left. Uncle Chen Wang even patted my head and said, "Wangfu is awesome! He's protecting our fields!" I wagged my tail vigorously, feeling proud: "Of course I am! I'm a fierce dog that can even 'scare off' Mr. Tanghulu!"

Evenings are the most comfortable. Aunt Xiaoman makes lemon tea, and the aroma fills the yard. Xiaochen sits on Uncle Chenwang's lap, holding a piece of strawberry jam candy. He breaks off a small piece and gives it to me. I swallow it in one gulp, and it's so sweet that my tongue is almost knotted. It's a hundred times better than the rotten strawberry I secretly ate last time! The candy sticks to my teeth, and Xiaochen laughs, "Wangfu has cavities!" I don't care; it's sweet!

Our family sat under the old pear tree. I lay at their feet, my tail slowly sweeping the ground. In the distant fields, tomato seedlings and strawberry beds swayed in the twilight, and the old pear tree's leaves rustled, as if greeting me. I yawned and rested my head on my paws—tomorrow I had to accompany Xiaochen to watch Guoguo, "scare away" strange people, and wait for Xiaochen to stuff me with dried meat. These days were sweeter than Aunt Xiaoman's lemon tea!

It was late at night, Xiaochen had fallen asleep, and I lay beside his bed, still listening to the noises outside. If anyone dared to mess with me, I would wake up immediately and make sure they knew that the fields of Qingxi Village were guarded by me, Wangfu, and they were not to be messed with!