From that day on, I suddenly seemed to find a way forward.

I'm going to take care of him and find him food.

I found that the people who ate at that restaurant seemed to be very kind, and they would always give me some meat, although some of them did not give much, but the more people they gave, the more food they ate.

So I pulled out a steel rice bowl from the pile of black man's stuff with a handle on it, just right for me to hold in my mouth.

Since then, I've been showing up at that restaurant on time every day at noon and getting food from people, and of course, I've thanked them every time.

Then one day I found out that everyone eats something that is white and grainy, and everyone eats it, but the man in black doesn't eat it.

Once, after the rice bowl was full of meat, I came to a man with very long hair on his head, and looked at her with pleading eyes, wagging his tail, and staring at a huge basin in front of her, which contained the white, fragrant rice.

Yes, rice, that's what people call it, I don't like to eat it, I don't think it's as good as meat, but I think maybe the black man will like it.

The long-haired man seemed to know what I was thinking, and she gave me a bowl to put in my rice bowl, and I was grateful to her, "Wang" to thank me.

Then I went home happily with my rice bowl in my mouth.

Sure enough, the black man was very happy to see the steaming rice noodles, and I had never seen him so happy, so I was also very happy.

As the days went by, I lived with the dark man, and I would come to the place where there were many good people on time every day at noon, until one day.

I came to the same hotel that day, and then I met him, a very strange man.

He's a good guy and I knew from the first time I saw it, even if I didn't look into his eyes.

There is an aura on his body that makes me very comfortable, that gentle breath, that kind breath.

I liked him, and the moment he crouched in front of me and let me see his eyes, I was sure.

He is also a nice person, he gave me a lot of delicious meat, and when he stroked my head, I felt intoxicated.

I don't know why, but in short, I think he's a very special person.

For the first time after he had touched me, I approached someone I had just met for the first time, and I rubbed my head against him.

The closer I got closer, the more comfortable I felt about him.

What a peculiar person, for the first time I had a feeling of actively wanting to be with someone, I had an urge to follow him home, if not for that dark man.

After the rice bowl was filled with food, I reluctantly left.

I was a little reluctant, but when I got back to the bridge and saw the dark man waiting for me with the food I brought back from the garbage bin, I still let go and ran towards him.

He didn't have the comfortable smell of that strange person, but he had a foul smell, but I was still used to it.

I arched on him affectionately, and then enjoyed with him the food we had separately recovered.

The food I found in the garbage heap was not tasty, at least not as good as the meat I brought back, but I still ate it with him, half for me, half for him, and of course, for the meat.

After eating, we would bask in the sun and we would lean together, and that's when I suddenly remembered that strange guy in the restaurant and really wanted to be with him.

But I turned my head to look at the black man with a smirk on his face, and I suddenly gave up again.

Actually, that's pretty good.

And the next day, when I came to the hotel, I saw the strange man again, and I was very happy, and although I couldn't be with him, I felt very comfortable seeing him.

This time he gave me a lot of food, far more than the others, and I felt like he liked me too.

On the third day, he did not come.

I was a little disappointed, and I even thought, maybe he won't come back again.

But on the fourth day, the strange man reappeared, and he sat right next to me, just like the black man.

We were basking in the sun together, and he stroked my head with his hand, which was very comfortable.

Sitting with him, I felt warm all over my body.

But that day, he suddenly said a lot to me, many of which I didn't understand, but there was one thing I understood, and he wanted to take me home.

The first thing I felt was excitement, but I soon came to my senses.

I forced my anger and stood in front of the man and gritted my teeth to let out my anger.

Am I going home with you? But I already have a man in the dark.

My anger was very reluctant, in fact, I really wanted to live with this strange person, he had an aura in him that no one else had, and I was very comfortable, but I really had a black person.

It seemed to see my anger, the peculiar man was nervous, he seemed to be explaining something to me, in fact, I didn't understand most of it, but I felt his kindness.

I slowly reined in my anger, but I couldn't hold it anymore.

I couldn't get angry at such a peculiar person.

Later, in the explanation of that strange person, I seemed to understand something.

He doesn't force me to live with him, he wants to invite me to his house and come back whenever I want.

I was intrigued by what he said, a big house, a beautiful house, and I also wanted to see the place where this strange man lived.

Does he also live in Qiaodong?

I thought about it and agreed, but before that, I had to send the food back, because the dark man was still waiting for me, and according to the past, he would definitely wait for me to go back before eating.

I went back to the bridge cave, and sure enough, the dark man was waiting for me, and the food he brought back had not been touched.

I ran over and I ate everything with the dark people, and then, as usual, we basked in the sun together and went for a walk by the river.

As much as I would love to get to that strange person as soon as possible, I feel that the dark man needs me too.

It wasn't until the afternoon, when the dark man was about to go out in search of food for the evening, that I ran towards the place where the man was waiting for me.

I was in a hurry, I ran fast, and I was afraid that the peculiar man would wait a long time and leave.

But thankfully, he was there, waiting for me there.

I am happy!

Sure enough, a peculiar person.