Qiuqiu had already identified the owner of the Seven Old Men, and followed him like a child.

Although it has been less than a day since the seven old men adopted Qiuqiu. Just like people and people, some people will not become friends after knowing each other for a lifetime, and some people may just take a look at the crowd and are destined to be destined for a lifetime.

The seven old men were collecting vegetables in the vegetable field, and Qiuqiu was playing in the vegetable field.

The lotus white that the seven old men plucked and rolled it around as a leather ball. The leeks cut by the seven old men will also go up and pull them.

The seven old men reprimanded it with a smile, and Qiuqiu ran over and squatted beside him and whined. The seven old men were soft, soft, and itchy.

"What a doll, what a likable doll!" The seven old men smiled and patted the ball's hairy little body and said.

The ball ran happily on the ridge of the field, barking at a dead grass that was blown by the wind, chasing the sparrows that were bouncing around the edge of the field in search of food.

After running a little farther, Qiuqiu looked back at the seven old men. The seven old men were still collecting vegetables in the field, and Qiuqiu hurriedly ran back.

"Let's go, let's play." The seven old men said with a smile.

The ball screamed twice and ran away again.

When the seven old men were working, they occasionally looked up, and the ball was running and jumping not far away. He felt comfortable, this little guy made him feel warm.

"Qiuqiu, go home." The seven old men packed up the vegetables to be sold tomorrow, and shouted at Qiuqiu who was still playing, just like shouting Shui Qing or Junchao when he was a child.

When he was a child, his son Shui Qing and grandson Junchao also stuck to him like this. But now that the children have grown up, there is a gap between them and him. The children thought he was old-fashioned, and he couldn't understand the children's things. Every time I look forward to the children calling back, but when I pick up the phone, they don't have much to say except for a few homely words.

The Seven Old Men still hope that the children can call home often, even if it is to listen to their voices, it is also a comfort.

At dinner, the seven old men specially cooked sausages. The sausages are made from their own domestic pigs.

There are not many people in the village who raise pigs anymore. The seven old men want to grow vegetables, and raising pigs can accumulate fat. The vegetables grown by those farms are much more delicious.

In addition to eating pigs themselves, most of the seven old men still think about their children. How much can an old man eat?

Sons and daughters like to eat their own pigs. Bacon, sausages, or your own incense. After the New Year, when the villagers go out, they will be brought to the children.

The children don't come back for the New Year, and he's thinking about the children as Lao Tzu. It's just that the children know how much old father's thoughts and care about the bacon and sausages with the taste of their hometown?

The seven old men took a new stainless steel basin to make a dog food basin for Qiuqiu. He forgot that Qiuqiu was still a puppy that was only more than two months old, and where could he eat a full pot of rice.

The seven old men put the cut sausage into Qiuqiu's dog food bowl and watched Qiuqiu eat it with relish.

The seven old men remembered the scene when the family was together again. The Seventh Old Lady always watched their masters eat like this, with a happy smile on her face.

Now, where is the people in this room, only he guards this puppy.

The seven old men felt that they were really old, afraid of loneliness, afraid of loneliness, afraid of this empty wall.

Now that there is Qiuqiu, there is always some lively atmosphere in this room.

It's better to be a ball, to know how to run with him, to know how to stick to him. Those chickens, ducks, and sheep only know how to ask him what they want to eat, and they will not have such emotional communication with him.

The seven old men thought, if only this ball could talk. The seven old men raised their wine glasses, and in the cup was the original sorghum wine of Fangjia Town.

"Qiuqiu, do you want to have a drink with grandpa?" The seven old men said like children.

The seven old men remembered that when Shui Qing was a child, he teased him by himself, and dipped his chopsticks in white wine and put them in his mouth. The little guy frowned and cried, making the seventh lady keep scolding him.

The seven old men also had such thoughts, and wanted to take chopsticks and dip them in white wine and put them in Qiuqiu's mouth. The Seven Old Men felt that their ideas were a little ridiculous.

Qiuqiu won't cry, and the Seventh Old Lady won't scold him anymore.

No matter how well-behaved this puppy is, it's still not as good as someone who can talk and cry!

In a large pot of rice, Qiuqiu only ate one-third of it. Qiuqiu is just a dog, able to eat enough, able to be driven away by people, for it is a paradise life.

Qiuqiu was never treated well. The tuft of white hair on the top of the head became a sign of shame.

When he was still in his mother's nest, Qiuqiu was bullied.

When it comes to feeding, it's always the other siblings who are full before it can take its turn.

The mother dog doesn't dislike it, it's just a female dog, and it doesn't have the same prejudice as people. It's just that the owner thinks it's bad luck and throws it aside. He had to wait until the other puppies were full before he could rub over and eat a few bites.

Fortunately, the dog's mother has enough milk, and although Qiuqiu is thin, she still survives to the full moon.

As soon as the moon was full, the ball was thrown away by the owner's family and thrown onto the street of Fangjia Town.

The townspeople chased it everywhere, and it could only live in a garbage dump.

Those stray dogs don't pity it either, they only teach it a lesson with their sharp teeth.

Qiuqiu just lives tenaciously by instinct. Eat stinky meat from garbage heaps and drink sewage from gutters.

Qiuqiu, which has only been around for more than a month, is alive and well on such a cold night in the winter of Sichuan.

The stoves in those restaurants saved its life. The stoves in those restaurants have a hole in the stove facing the street. Where there is always some warmth. Qiuqiu relied on these dust-digging holes to survive cold nights one after another.

Qiuqiu was lucky to meet the Seven Old Men. Qiuqiu knew in his heart that the Seven Old Men loved it and loved it, and if it could speak, it would definitely call him Grandpa. It's a pity that it's just a dog, and it can only bark twice in the language of a dog.

The farce at the black oil tank house made the villagers of Wangjiagou and Checheshan very excited. On such a dull and boring day, such a farce is like a stimulant for the villagers.

Many people ran out to watch, laughing quietly and whispering, as if watching a wonderful drama.

The seven old men also went to see it, and talked to the long-tongued women in the village.

When the seven old men came back, they found that Qiuqiu was gone, and his heart was pinched.

Like a lost child, the seven old men hurriedly took flashlights and searched all over the village.

Qiuqiu's immature cry came from the night. When the seven old men found it, it was in the canal at the foot of Cheche Mountain.

Fortunately, in the winter, there is no water in the canal. The seven old men broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly picked up Qiuqiu.

Qiuqiu ran out with the seven old men watching the excitement, and was kicked into the canal by someone on the edge of the canal. In the dark of night, people were so excited that they did not notice such a puppy.

The seven old men took Qiuqiu home, took a shoe box, put an old dress on it, and made a nest for it.

"Qiuqiu, good, just sleep here." The Seven Old Men put the ball in the shoebox.

Qiuqiu stuck out his tongue and licked the hand of the seven old men.

The seven old men closed the door and shut out the thick night.

With such a companion as Qiuqiu, today I watched a farce in Gu Yigui's house in a black oil tank, and the seven old men thought it was very interesting today. At night, the seven old men slept soundly. The seven old men haven't slept like this for a long time.