Chapter 667: Postcard

Zhang Zi'an quickened his pace and kept up with Fu Tao in front.

Back at the police dog nursing home, the students have already returned to the house, and the house is full of laughter and joy, obviously they are not just here to volunteer, but also a kind of party.

Fu Tao pushed the wheelbarrow to the corner of the yard, turned around and greeted Zhang Zi'an, "Come in and eat dumplings to warm up your body." ”

Zhang Zi'an opened the car door and saw Lao Cha closing his eyes and pretending to sleep in the car, so he asked the elves to get into the car first, at least there was no cold wind in the car.

Locking the car door, he followed Fu Tao into the house.

"Master Fu, why have you been there for so long?"

"Quick, help Master Fu serve a bowl of dumplings!Master Fu, do you want to wash your hands first?"

"Ah, Store Manager Zhang, what about the cat? Why didn't you bring the cat in?"

The students asked in a gossipy manner, their interest was very high, only Ning Lan and the boy with glasses stared at Zhang Zi'an and Fu Tao with complicated eyes, wanting to ask if they had already buried the dog, but they didn't know what opportunity to speak.

Some people also noticed that their feet were full of mud, leaving four rows of shoe prints in the places they passed, and even the corners of their trousers were stained with mud, and exclaimed, "Oh, where have you been? Why are your shoes dirty like this?"

"Ahem!" Zhang Zi'an coughed dryly, "There was a car on the road that fell into a mud puddle and turned off, Master Fu and I were happy to help others and bravely, risking our lives to help people push the cart, but the car was re-ignited, it rushed forward, and the two of us stepped into the mud puddle......"

In the New Year's atmosphere, it should be harmless to tell a small lie.

The students were speechless when they heard it, isn't it just pushing a cart, and they need to say it so righteously?

However, this discouraged them from further questioning.

Someone was fast, and even the soup and water contained two large bowls of dumplings, and handed them to Fu Tao and Zhang Zi'an respectively. Others are either already full or are eating.

Along the way, Fu Tao had already adjusted his mood, glanced at the dumplings in the bowl and sighed helplessly: "Is this a dumpling or a wonton...... The stuffing is leaking out......"

Few of the students have made dumplings by hand, and in the process of making dumplings and cooking dumplings, they often laugh and laugh, and the dumplings that come out have their shape, and they will fall apart as soon as they are boiled, and the filling will all flow out, which is indeed like Fu Tao said, more like wontons.

The others were overwhelmed, and Zhang Luo said: "Change the bowl for Master Fu and hold some complete dumplings." ”

"Forget it, no need, it's not bad to eat it as a ravioli. Fu Tao waved his hand, found a place to sit down at random, and ate while watching TV.

There is only a small TV in the house, there is no cable, and you can only watch TV programs through a satellite receiver like a small pot, no matter which station you tune into, it is all a joyful atmosphere, except for a few channels, and at 8 o'clock in the evening, CCTV's Spring Festival Gala will be broadcast without moving.

The police dog nursing home has never considered the problem of receiving guests, and with so many students coming at once, there are not enough chairs, and any place that can sit is already full. Someone saw Zhang Zi'an standing and eating dumplings, and felt that he couldn't go, so he brought him a chair and invited him to sit down and eat, but Zhang Zi'an refused, saying that he would leave after eating the dumplings.

The students will also be leaving in a while, this is the countryside, and it is not safe for the girls to walk at night, and they can't leave too late. The boys discussed sending the local girls home first, and then smuggling the electric hot pot to the boys' dormitory for a New Year's party, and the topic soon turned to the eternal topic of how to fight wits and courage with the dormitory manager......

The taste of the dumplings is really not flattering, it is not as delicious as the quick-frozen dumplings bought by Zhang Zi'an, the skin is thick, and the filling is either salty or light, but in a cheerful atmosphere, everyone has eaten a lot, and the remaining dumplings are enough for Fu Tao to eat hot tomorrow.

After Zhang Zi'an finished eating the dumplings, drank a few more mouthfuls of soup, and wanted to wash the dishes, but the bowl was taken by Ning Lan - the boys were responsible for cooking, and the girls were responsible for washing the dishes.

Before it was completely dark, he offered to take his leave. The task given to him by Feng Xuan was completed, and he witnessed with his own eyes that the eliminated De Mu were doing well, and there was no need to continue to stay.

Fu Tao put down the dishes and chopsticks, did not keep them, but stood up and planned to go out with Zhang Zi'an, and took the police dogs to urinate outside, and several boys also volunteered to help.

When the large iron door was opened, an envelope between the cracks in the door fell to the ground. This envelope was not there when Zhang Zi'an and Fu Tao came back, and it should have been just stuffed on the door by the postman. There should be very few people still writing letters in these years, and Fu Tao was also surprised to see this letter, so he immediately tore open the envelope to check the contents.

He pulls a postcard from the envelope.

"It's an advertisement, right?"

Fu Tao muttered in wonder and opened the postcard, Zhang Zi'an used his mobile phone to help him shine on it, and saw a few lines of Juanxiu's handwritten font.

Mr. Fu:

The last time I picked up Luoluo from you, I forgot to ask you for your contact information, so I can only greet you in this backward way. Hopefully, when you receive this postcard, not too long has passed for the New Year.

Luoluo is doing well in my house and has gained weight, so I would like to report to you. My husband and my daughter loved it, and my mom was a little wary of it at first, but now she is also very nice to it, often secretly feeding it behind our backs.

We take him to the pet hospital for regular check-ups, and he is in good health, and I think he can't do without the careful care he takes when he is there. It has become an indispensable member of our family, and we hope it will stay with us for a long time.

Enclosed with a few recent photos of it and my husband's WeChat account, next time I can communicate in a more direct way.

Happy New Year!

Xiao Yuhong on the twentieth night of the lunar month.

In addition to Xiao Yuhong's signature, there is also a red paw print, which was probably pressed after Luoluo's right front paw was dipped in the ink.

Fu Tao silently read the words on the postcard twice, knocked on the envelope again, and dropped a few photos from it.

The first photo shows Luoluo himself, who seems to be lying on the lawn of the park, basking in the sun, sticking out his tongue at the camera, with a calm and peaceful gaze. The remaining photos are of it and Xiao Yuhong's family, some of them were taken at home, some of them were in the park, it was hugged by Xiao Yuhong, or held by Xiao Yuhong's husband, or ridden by Xiao Yuhong's daughter, no matter which one, it looked very happy.

"Is Luoluo really 9 years old? I always feel like a three- or four-year-old dog. Zhang Zi'an said.

"Yes. ”

Fu Tao stuffed the postcard back into the envelope and put it in his pocket again, a rare smile on the corner of his mouth.

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