When Wang Ping and Da Hei returned home, Grandma Sheng had already gotten up and was making breakfast. Gu Laosan, of course, still hid in the room and slept lazily.

Seeing that Da Hei was coming back with Wang Ping, Grandma Sheng was surprised, came over with a smile and touched Wang Ping's little head, and gave him a fried little yellow croaker that had just come out of the pot.

There are probably only Chinese people in the world who can make flowers even if they make breakfast. However, Wang Ping liked it very much, and for the sake of the face of the fried fish, he didn't care about being touched again, so he ran to the sofa to gnaw on the sofa with the little fish in his arms. It is only when eating that a certain badger will feel the benefits of this body. Brother Pingtou's teeth are really delicious.

Da Hei saw that Wang Ping had small fish to eat, so he also stayed in the kitchen and refused to leave, and the dog's face hated to squeeze out a flower, and kept wagging his tail at Grandma Sheng. As a result, I saw my grandmother bend down and take out the bag in the kitchen trash can, hand it to Da Hei's mouth, and say, "Da Hei, go and throw away the garbage." ”

"Woo......"

didn't wait for the small fish to come, but had to run errands. The dog glanced unhappily in the direction of a certain badger, held a garbage bag, and went out dejectedly.

Grandma Sheng didn't know what the two of them had just done. If she knew that Wang Ping had "humiliated" her mountain rangers on her tea mountain, let alone fried small fish, it is estimated that Wang Ping would not even want to eat a fish bone.

But after all, he was an adult, and the mountain patrol uncle scolded and scolded on the top of the mountain for about half an hour, but finally couldn't pull his face to complain to Grandma Sheng, so he had to admit that he was unlucky. Secretly scolding these little animals for being particularly neurotic, and so are their own dogs.

Since Grandma Sheng no longer patrols the mountain in person, and has become a big black who goes up the mountain alone, this dog has become an object that the entire Sheng Jiawu talks about.

After all, there are still a few humane and obedient dogs, especially Dahei, who can not only patrol the mountains, but also often see it wandering around the village, either helping grandma throw out the garbage, or helping to carry the vegetable basket when buying vegetables. Such dogs, not to mention those who like to keep pets, even those who usually don't like dogs want to raise one to play, and this uncle who patrols the mountains is naturally no exception.

And because he patrolled the mountains with Dahei, the uncle knew more than others. Knowing that this dog can understand what people say, he will come to urge him to go up the mountain every day. So I also asked someone to come back with a dog and keep it in my yard. I look forward to my dog being as smart as Da Hei.

As the saying goes, there are a hundred people, all kinds of people. Of course, the same goes for dogs. Usually, after knocking on the door early in the morning, he can still sleep back. But since he got a dog, this uncle hasn't had a good night's sleep. Every time Da Hei left, his dog barked like crazy, like a little daughter-in-law who had been insulted. No matter how many times the uncle scolds, he just doesn't change.

An uncle often sighs, why are other people's dogs so obedient, but his own is so stupid. Of course, if he knew that his dog was so excited about Mao, he would scold Da Hei.

Wang Ping found out that this stupid dog is a typical example of being honest on the surface but actually wilting.

Although he didn't sleep all night and climbed a mountain early in the morning, Wang Ping felt that he was full of energy at this time, and he was more energetic than at night. Probably because the depressed mood was vented, which made a certain badger feel a lot more comfortable.

So after eating the fried fish, Wang Ping decided to find something to do.

Da Hei hasn't come back yet, and he doesn't know where the dog ran to throw the garbage. Wang Ping patted his greasy paws, walked through the living room, climbed up the stairs to the second floor, held the handle outside the door of Gu Laosan's bedroom, and quietly opened Gu Laosan's door a crack and got in.

Gu Lang's bedroom is much bigger than Wang Ping's.

As soon as you enter the door, on the right hand side is the small door of the bathroom, and when you go inside, there is a large bed in the center of the bedroom, and there is a small independent balcony outside, which is blocking the curtains at this time.

On the cabinet next to the bed, an alarm clock with a timer pointing to twelve o'clock in the afternoon was placed. Phones and tablets are also piled aside. There were a few pieces of clothing and someone's quilt thrown on the floor next to the bed.

At this time, Gu Laosan was wearing shorts, posing in a discus throwing posture on the bed, his legs were stretched back and forth, one hand touched his knees, one hand was raised on the bed behind him, his face was pressed sideways to the bed, his mouth was still open, and his saliva slipped a sheet.

"It's disgusting!"

Wang Ping stood on the bedside table, paws supporting his chin all the time, thinking about how to do something.

I don't know if it's the sequelae of excessive venting, or the excitement brought by Jacob's death hasn't subsided, in short, Wang Ping is now like someone suddenly twisted the wind in his heart, full of excitement, and he doesn't want to be idle for a moment.

Aiming at someone in a "brave" sleeping position, Wang Ping's gaze swept around.

Drawing something on your face seems a little childish.

Or find ten alarm clocks to time and stuff them under your bed?

After looking around, it seems that I can't find too many alarm clocks.

Aiming back and forth, the gaze of a certain badger began to move down from Gu Laosan's face, and slowly stared at an object that was slightly excited because of the morning.

emmm, remember Gu Laosan's utility room, it seems that a set of watercolor pens is thrown away?

Wang Ping turned around and left the room, followed the route of last night, entered the utility room familiarly, and ran to rummage through the location in his memory.

It is estimated that all the things from childhood to adulthood have been thrown here, and the watercolor pen that Wang Ping found is obviously the kind used by elementary school students, and it is also printed with Shui Bingyue. It's a pity that it has been idle for too long, and the ink inside has dried up.

Fortunately, in the box where the watercolor pen is placed, there is also a plastic bag containing colored ink. It's all unopened, and at first glance, this product has not been used at all. Picking a big red one, holding it gently with his mouth, Wang Pingyuan Lu returned, restored the ceiling, and then went into someone's room again and went straight to the bed.

Probably because he didn't want to grow a needle's eye, he was also afraid that his claws would be too sharp and accidentally turn someone into a eunuch. So Wang Ping didn't pull the trousers on Gu Lang's waist, but just used the tips of his claws to pierce holes in the plastic bag containing colored ink, and then poured all the paint inside on a small tent that was propped up.

It may be that the ink is too cold, and the energetic Xiao Gu Laosan was poured on his head and immediately shrunk back. Gu Lang, who was asleep, frowned, and then turned over with one hand clasped his nose.

Wang Ping hurriedly lowered his head and flashed the thighs above his head, grabbed the empty plastic bag and got out of bed, and then hid to the side, waiting to watch the excitement.

Da Hei came back after throwing out the garbage, he didn't see Wang Ping in the living room, ran to the sofa and sniffed, and then stood in the living room, staring at the direction of the stairs.

Grandma Sheng was walking through the living room with a plate of fried fish, and when she saw Da Hei coming back, she said, "Da Hei, go and tell Xiao Lang to get up and eat!"

"Wang!"

The dog barked, and then ran to the stairs.

Wang Ping originally thought about whether to change the time of the alarm clock, otherwise it would be too stupid for him to wait so long if this thing slept until noon.

But just as he hesitated, the door to the room was pulled open again, and the big black came in from the outside. Glancing at Wang Ping, who was hiding obscenely behind the bedside table, Da Hei wagged his tail and squatted next to Wang Ping, and then shouted at Gu Lang on the bed.

"Wow!"

"Hmm......"

Someone snorted and rolled over on the bed.

"Wow!"

"Uh...... Got it!"

Gu Lang muttered, raised his head and grabbed the alarm clock on the bedside table to glance at it, then scratched his head and sat up.