Perhaps because of the weather, the plants grow rapidly during the summer months when the sun is shining and the rain is abundant.

Clusters of wheat winter drooping with slender leaves, and some ferns that Wenyang couldn't name, surrounded the small door opened by Mrs. Song.

Wenyang plucked the grass leaves, which should be pruned and built, and the property in the community was too lazy.

I was just about to pass through the small door, when suddenly the soles of my feet were empty.

The left front foot sank into the dirt.

Hurry up and take a look left and right, it's okay, no one noticed.

Why is it that all the dogs have lost their front hooves recently, and people who don't know still think that their legs are weak.

Hate pulled his feet out of the dirt, and Wen Yang shook the mud on his feet vigorously.

Gotta take a shower again.

How can there be a pit in the ground?

Take a few steps back, carefully pull the grass blade to the side, and a small pit suddenly appeared under the grass blade, and at the bottom of the pit was a plum blossom-shaped paw print, and there were a few melon seeds scattered on it, which had been embedded in the soil.

Clue: Footprints!

Is this a pit dug by some animal?

Wen Yang suddenly felt a kind of excitement about the case, so he simply didn't leave, and lay directly on the edge of the pit, thinking hard about what animal's footprints were plum blossom-shaped.

Waiting for a green-headed fly to buzz by, Wen Yang, who was thinking about the problem on his stomach, subconsciously raised his paw and waved, and thought about the one-book-reading-novel xstxt animal world that he had read all his life, and he didn't come up with the confusion of who the owner of the paw print was, and immediately had an answer.

This plum blossom is not big or small, isn't it a mark that you stepped on?

Wen Yang, who was holding his claws, silently retracted his hand.

……

So here's the problem.

Who dug this hole?

Wen Yang stared at the bottom of the pit, and when he was about to look at the cross-eyed, he woke up from sleep and found that outside the small door of his yard, there was a pair of suspicious fluffy black and white ears flickering and moving, and he began to scream excitedly.

"Da Mao is here?"

Mrs. Song appeared on the balcony in response, and found that the girl was yelling at the small door, and when she went to take a look, she found that it was the dog of the lemon family lying there, but she didn't see the figure of her chubby owner.

"Lemon, why didn't that kid come?" As she spoke, Mrs. Song bent down and beckoned the little husky in.

"I'm still dressed! Since you're here, come in and stay for a while, and remember to call lemons next time, grandma misses you. ”

So saying, the old lady turned and went into the house, leaving the door open and waiting for him to come in.

As soon as I entered the house, a cold air greeted me, and even the waxed wooden floor was cold when I stepped on it.

"Ahh

Snorting, Wen Yang raised his head and looked at the room.

The wood-colored wooden floors and furniture, the furniture seems to have only one layer of varnish, and the grain of the wood is clearly visible. There is a vertical air conditioner in the corner, and the air conditioner is swishing. In the center of the living room is a C-shaped sofa, with three walls facing the sofa, a large wall-mounted color TV installed on one side, and a kitchen and bathroom at the back. Looking through the open door on the side, there was a girl with big pigtails in a plaid apron who was busy choosing vegetables.

On one side is a bookcase with a whole shelf of books and the door of the Song family, and on the other side is a painted white wall, and there are two doors on the wall, and the door is pasted with the word "inverted blessing", which is estimated to be a bedroom or something.

C-shaped sofas are rare, and even rarer, in the center of the C-shaped sofa, there is a staircase that rotates upwards. The reason why the sofa has only three sides is because the remaining one side is made into a spiral staircase to connect to the ground. If it's an O-shaped sofa, how can you go up this staircase?

This kind of small duplex room type, in Wenyang's memory, should have become more popular after a few years, but I didn't expect the Song family's house to be a duplex.

Seeing Wenyang standing curiously at the bottom of the stairs and looking up, the old lady smiled and brought a piece of cake and put it on the low coffee table.

"Come and eat, grandma has a lot of cakes here, eat more if you like." Upstairs was Hanzhong's messy stuff, and the pigeon house he was messing with. Oh, the treadmill is also on it, let Sister Long take you up to have a look. ”

No wonder from time to time in the "airspace" of the community, you can see a few big birds flying around, it turns out that it is a pigeon raised by this guy Song Hanzhong.

As a researcher in the high-tech field, I have a lot of hobbies.

But who is this dragon girl, is it the one in the kitchen?

When Wenyang finished eating the cake with the air conditioner, the dragon sister mentioned in Mrs. Song's mouth appeared, took away the plate containing the cake with a face, and whispered in her mouth: "Dogs still eat cakes, they are richer than people......"

It turned out that Long Mei was the little nanny who was the second resident of the Song family, and one of them was of course Mrs. Song. Others are not at home.

This little nanny was found by Song Hanzhong's father in the labor market after Mrs. Song lived in, she was young, quick with hands and feet, and diligent. The only fly in the ointment is that this little nanny is very straightforward and fast-talking, and she basically can't hold anything when she thinks of it, and she speaks out as soon as she opens her mouth.

Fortunately, Mrs. Song is old, and she can't hear what she is muttering clearly.

However, with the hearing of Wenyang canines, it is really possible to distinguish the wind and grass from two miles away, not to mention what the little nanny said in front of him.

Wen Yang glared at Long Mei's back angrily.

Which rule says dogs can't eat cake anymore? You can eat anything with a good stomach, no!

As soon as the little nanny, who was muttering with a face and carrying a plate to the kitchen, turned around, the old lady stopped her.

"Sister Long, take Da Mao upstairs for a while, and then help me find where to put my reading glasses, they were still there just now."

The little nanny turned around so fast that even the braids flew up: "What? The young master's pigeon house is on it, will this dog catch the pigeon and eat it? ”

The old lady walked to the yard with another stack of cakes, and her voice came from afar: "Da Mao is very well-behaved, don't worry about it, you just watch it." ”

Wen Yang turned his head to watch the old lady go out with the cake, not knowing who it was for.

Big white and two white? Or is it a girl?

Could it be that after my brother nibbled on beef and ate cake and raised the living standard of pets, he even took a few of them for better welfare and had afternoon tea?

Long Mei, the nanny with big pigtails, went to the kitchen to put a dinner plate, and was about to take Wenyang upstairs to take a walk, when there was a sudden "sigh" sound on the balcony.

Wen Yang ran out in a hurry, but the waxed floor was too slippery, and the little nanny covered her mouth and widened her eyes, seeing that the little chubby husky kicked her legs violently, she flew out and slid all the way to the door.

…… It's so cool to skate, it seems to grind something?

Standing at the half-hidden door, Wen Yang saw the old lady sitting on the ground trembling and rubbing her ankles.

The head of a cloth shoe was covered with mud, and there was a small pit in the ground.

A few spiky melon seeds emerged tenaciously from the swarthy flower mud.

It's melon seeds again, and it's a small pit again!

The old lady went to bring a stack of cakes to the girl, and found a bunch of red plants standing crookedly, which was supposed to be a matter of walking over to help her, but she stepped on a pit and turned into an old lady who needed to be helped.

Rushing back to bring out the little nanny, Long Mei looked not tall, but her strength was okay, so she quickly helped Mrs. Song back to the house.

No, you have to find out who dug these pits!

Wen Yang sniffed vigorously at what smelled in the pit.

The earthy smell, the poop smell of earthworms, and melon seeds seem to be milky.

In addition to these smells, there is also a faint smell, which is familiar to say, and I can't remember anything.

Wen Yang stared blankly at a few melon seeds emerging from the mud, and felt that he should turn on the TV and watch a few more episodes of Animal World.

The sun is dizzy.

Forget it, go upstairs and take a look at Song Hanzhong's pigeon cage.

Maybe you can find some clues just by walking around.

Back in the house, the old lady leaned on the sofa, fine beads of sweat appeared on Long Mei's head, and she didn't use the air conditioner, and she was busy taking a cold towel for the old lady to cover her ankles.

glanced at this little nanny with braids with some sympathy, and it was estimated that the Song family knew about this stubble, and it was time to be scolded.

With no one to take him, Wen Yang climbed up the spiral staircase to the second floor by himself.

As soon as he went upstairs, Wenyang smelled the smell of birds, mixed with the aroma of wheat straw.

The upstairs was divided into several areas, and on the other side of the balcony were metal cages of various sizes, from which the smell came from.

Wen Yang curiously walked to the cage and looked at it.

The cages were cleaned very cleanly, and the bottom of each cage was covered with a layer of golden wheat straw, and there were two sacks of bulging things piled up in the corner, which should also be wheat straw.

There were three large cages, each of which contained a grey feathered pigeon with a leg ring, with a beautiful blue-purple neck, which cooed twice from time to time and pecked at the millet grains in the food box.

If there is a sign, it should be a carrier pigeon, strong, and Song Hanzhong takes good care of it.

A stream of shameful liquid filled Wen Yang's mouth.

Swallowing hard, smashing it, smashing it, Wen Yang silently told himself that carrier pigeons are used to fly, not to eat.

At the top of the cage, there is a small empty cage with an open door covered with a layer of wood shavings, a miniature bowl and a jug with a long spout hanging from the cage wall.

Wen Yang sniffed.

The little hole punching expert in the yard turned out to be an escaped prisoner.