Although the Hiromi brought by the grandmother was three or four months old, she was thin and small, and she had no energy, and even her hair was a little listless, and she didn't look as lively and cute as the Hiromi who was younger than her in the pet store.

It is pure white throughout, but it has half a circle of light brown tear stains under its eyes, as if it has two bags under its eyes, and its nose is not black like the Hiromi in the store, but dark brown.

But then again, this Hiromi was very well-behaved, and when he entered the shop, he saw a large number of other dogs, neither barking nor running, but lying quietly at the feet of the old grandmother, blinking and looking around—on the other hand, it was a little too quiet, quietly losing its vitality.

Seeing that his new companion had arrived, the Miniature Poodle walked over with cheerful steps, circled around Hiromei, sniffed its buttocks, and barked quietly, in a very energetic voice, as if inviting the other party to play with him, even though the other person was larger than him.

Hiromi heard the barking, tilted his head to look at the miniature poodle, and then at the old grandmother, but did not stand up.

Most of the dogs in the store are kept in display cases, and the Miniature Poodle rarely has a playmate of similar age and size to himself, and he does not give up easily, but still circles next to Hiromi.

The old grandmother made it clear that she wanted to ask about this Hiromi, which made everyone turn their attention to it.

Although it was still early, there were already two or three customers in the store, who were not necessarily real customers, but who had come to take pictures with Pegasus in the early morning when no one was around.

One of the young male customers took one look at the Hiromi and immediately said, "Is this a skewer?" Why is it still brown under the eyes? Grandma, where did you buy it? I guess you were deceived by a profiteer, right?"

As he spoke, he looked at the Bomei in Zhang Zi'an's store again, "I definitely didn't buy it from here, the Bomei here is all ball games, tsk, or Hadoori ball games!"

Occasionally, there are customers who know more about pets like this, Zhang Zi'an didn't think it was strange, but Chu Manhua interjected curiously: "What is Qiubo?"

"The ball game is the spherical ball game, and the Hadoori ball game is the best of them. The male customer gushed out: "I have long heard that the pets in this pet store are in good condition, and today I saw that it is indeed the case - you know, the other stores are sold by a mixture of ball games and ordinary Bomei, of course, the price is the same as the price of killing pigs......"

He glanced at the Hiromi brought by the old grandmother again, and said: "Although this Hiromi looks quite 'ball', what the hell is this brown eye, and it is probably with some other dogs, right? Grandma, don't suffer a dumb loss! Where did you buy it, and quickly find a place to return it! If the profiteer who sold the dog to you does not return it, I will teach you a way, and you will lie down on the ground, and you will not be able to get up, and the other party will promise to return the money to you obediently......

Chu Manhua and Lu Yiyun looked at each other when they heard this, although what this person said seemed to be very reasonable, but there seemed to be something inappropriate...... Isn't this fueling unhealthy trends in society and encouraging grandmothers to rely on the old and sell the old?

Zhang Zi'an said what the hell is this idea, even if he is deceived by profiteers, he can go to the Consumer Association to complain, no matter how the Consumer Association thinks of other ways, how can he come up and play tricks directly?

Wang Qian nodded frequently and smiled appreciatively.

Unexpectedly, when the old grandmother heard this, a gentle smile full of wrinkles bloomed on her face, and she waved her hand and said, "No, no, I haven't been deceived, although I'm old, I'm not confused, I'm not so easy to deceive...... I didn't buy this dog, I picked it up. ”

"What?"

Everyone was stunned, and said that they couldn't see it, this old woman is so old, she is actually old and strong, and she is still a high-end huntress of the beast king department, can she even pick this up?

Zhang Zi'an quickly reacted and asked, "Old man, did you pick it up during the Chinese New Year?"

"Yes, it's the time of the Chinese New Year!" said the old woman.

Then, she recounted how she picked up the Hiromi.

That was a week or so before Chinese New Year's Eve.

One night, the grandmother, as usual, went out to pick up mineral water bottles, and sold them for money after picking up too much.

What many people don't know is that even picking up mineral water bottles has to divide the territory, and if you go late, you can't even pick up empty bottles, and you may even quarrel with other old people who pick up bottles.

Grandma she has been picking up bottles for more than ten years, and has found a route that few others pick up, although it is relatively partial, and there are no popular places such as cinemas or parks on the road, but it is better to be more leisurely, no one else competes, you can pick it up slowly, and you can pick it up as much as you can.

It was a lucky day, probably because of the approaching Chinese New Year, there were a lot more bottles of mineral water and other drinks than usual. She quickly filled a sack and carried it on her back in the direction of home.

She was very happy with the city government's decision to ban fireworks in the urban area, because more than ten years ago, she was once in the middle of picking up bottles during the Chinese New Year, when she was burned several holes in her new clothes by fireworks set off by children, and she was distressed for a whole month. After the ban on guns, it was much safer to even pick up bottles.

As she walked, she suddenly heard the sound of rustling on the side of the road.

It was dark, the street lights in that area were flickering, and her eyes were not good, and at first she thought it was a big mouse, and wanted to pick up her crutches and beat it away.

But when she looked closely, there was a white thing wriggling in the snow nest in the corner, not like a large mouse, because the big rats were gray or black.

So, she tried to gently pestle the white thing with her crutches, and a small fluffy creature came out of the snow nest, which turned out to be a puppy.

The old grandmother did not know the type of dog, but simply thought it was very lovable, and her two big round eyes looked at her pitifully.

"Oh, where did the puppy come from on such a cold day?" she muttered.

At that time, it was freezing cold, and the northwest wind was blowing painfully, and the little dog was only a little bigger, shivering from the cold, and had been cowering in the snow den to avoid the wind, and could not even bark.

"Whose dog? Whose dog ran out? Whose dog lost? Who lost a white puppy?"

She thought the dog was very cute, and eighty percent of it was someone else's lost dog, so she shouted.

This road is relatively remote, the time is late, and the New Year is approaching, few people go out to hang out on this road, and as far as the eye can see, there is almost no one in front and back, and no one responds to her.

At night, the wind is getting colder and colder, and it won't be long before the puppy freezes to death.