Chapter 145 Fubao has always been here. You can see Fubao as soon as you come back...
"When I first saw it, it seemed to be only 3 years old, and now it is 8 years old..."
Song Zhining got out of the car and looked in the direction the driver pointed. She soon saw a dog in the flower bed at the intersection.
It is a Chinese pastoral dog, or a native dog.
The most common yellow hair.
Song Zhining walked towards it step by step.
As I got closer, I could see more clearly.
The dog just stood there, looking at the people passing by, its little nose moving as if it was trying to distinguish something.
"Not the master, not the master."
Thanks to the ability to speak animal languages, Song Zhining, who was approaching, heard the voice that belonged only to Fubao.
Compared to what she saw in person, Fubao's voice now sounded a little old, perhaps because he was entering old age.
Song Zhining saw that there were several young men and girls surrounding Fubao. They were all talking to Fubao and seemed to be feeding him.
"Fubao, don't wait for your master anymore. Your master has already abandoned you. Can you come home with me?"
Fubao roared a few times anxiously. Others might not understand what he said, but Song Zhining did.
"No, no, the master would not abandon Fubao. He wouldn't. He must have been delayed by something. He promised Fubao that he would come to pick Fubao up and take him back to his new home." Fubao always remembered it.
"Fubao, it's been five years. Don't wait any longer. If he really remembered you, he would have come to pick you up long ago. He's rich now and will never come back. He might even get a new dog."
Fubao: "No, no, my master is not like that. He said that he only has Fubao, and Fubao only has him."
Fubao always believed that his owner would come to pick him up.
So it kept waiting and never left.
No matter it is windy, rainy, or sunny, it never leaves here.
"Master, Fubao has not left here. Fubao has always been here. You will be able to see Fubao as soon as you come back..."
By the end, Song Zhining could even hear the sobs in his voice.
Immersed in the scene, Song Zhining saw Fubao, only three years old, in the prime of life. He was well taken care of by Wen Yu, with shiny hair and thick fur. Wen Yu would take Fubao to get vaccinations, take him out for walks every day, and bathe him...
They have done many things together, and Wen Yu has always been very good to Fubao.
Now, Fubao has not had a bath for who knows how long. He works at the intersection and is exposed to so much car exhaust and dust every day. His hair has long been gray and dull. Even as he is getting older, his hair has become a little sparse.
Fubao originally only had one eye that could see, and now the light in the remaining eye has dimmed a little.
Song Zhining noticed that whenever someone approached, Fubao would raise that eye and look carefully. She remembered what the driver said, that Fubao's remaining eye seemed to be presbyopic as well.
However, it also has a nose, and dogs use their noses to smell and distinguish smells.
But……
Five years have passed.
The smell that belonged to Wen Yu is long gone.
Can Fubao still smell the unique scent of Wen Yu?
The little girl seemed to really want to adopt Fubao, so she kept saying to him, "Fubao, please don't wait for that heartless owner anymore. Come back with me and I will take care of you in your old age."
"Fubao, I really like you, and I will treat you well."
"Your master abandoned you a long time ago and will never come back."
The little girl thought her words were to enlighten Fubao, but they were like a sharp knife, shattering Fubao's hopes time and time again.
Fubao couldn't bear it any longer, he stood up and yelled at the little girl, "No, no, the master didn't abandon Fubao, he will come back, he will definitely come back to pick Fubao up."
"Fubao won't leave, Fubao only wants his master."
"Oh, this dog is going crazy. Forget it, Weiwei, let's go, otherwise we will be bitten by this dog."
"If you like dogs, let's go buy one. There are plenty of dogs in the world."
"Look at how aggressive this dog is. It must be a bad dog, so its owner abandoned it."
The young man pulled the girls away while speaking in disgust.
In an instant, there was no one around, only Fubao was left.
Fubao rested his chin on his crossed paws, his voice choked with sobs, "No, Fubao is a good dog, the owner will not abandon Fubao."
"Master, please come and take Fubao home."
"Master, you still remember Fubao, right?"
"Master, do you still remember Fubao?"
Fubao began to sob, tears streaming down his face. No one around him could understand what he was saying, only Song Zhining could understand.
Looking at the crying Fubao, Song Zhining couldn't imagine how many times Fubao had cried in these five years, more than a thousand days and nights. Was its only good eye damaged because of such frequent crying?
Song Zhining slowly walked over, squatted in front of it, reached out and stroked its head, and said in a gentle voice: "Fubao is right, your master, Wen Yu, has not abandoned you."
The two words "Wen Yu" suddenly awakened Fubao's memory. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he heard this name.
But he knew that this was his master's name.
Fubao immediately stopped crying, raised his head, stood up and looked at Song Zhining.
Through tear-filled eyes, it looked at the person in front of it. It was a beautiful girl with a pleasant smell that made Fubao feel inexplicably at ease and wanted to get close to her.
"Miss, do you know my master?" Fubao asked.
"Yes, I know Wen Yu."
In fact, Fubao didn’t think Song Zhining could answer him, because he knew that humans like his master could not understand what animals said.
Just like those people just now, they kept saying that their owner had abandoned them. Fubao tried his best to refute them, but they still didn't understand.
But Fubao didn't expect that the girl in front of him suddenly answered him.
It shocked Fubao to his core.
"You, you understand what Fubao said?"
"Yes, I understand." Song Zhining replied gently.
After being stunned for a moment, Fubao almost jumped up, as if he had found hope in an instant.
To others, Fubao seemed to have gone crazy and insane for a moment, but only Song Zhining saw Fubao's anxiety.
It said anxiously: "You can understand what Fubao said. You know my master, right? Can you take Fubao to find my master? Fubao misses his master so much."
"Maybe you can tell Fubao where his master is, and then he can go find him himself."
But soon, Fubao seemed to think of something and quickly calmed down, lowering his head and looking listless. "If, if the master really doesn't remember Fubao and doesn't like Fubao anymore, Fubao will leave."
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