Freezing three feet, not a day's cold.

After personal experience, Wenyang knows that training animals is not an easy task, but as long as you persist, you can always produce results.

When I got home, Gong Jiang was gone, probably because he had gone to Shimmer. Zhang Mingyue came out with an apron and opened the door for him.

Looking at the sunset as red as a duck egg yolk in the distance, Wen Yang lay on the balcony, half in a daze, half thinking about the plan for the big white and white brothers to give step-by-step scientific training. Today, Lemon finished his homework at school, and when he was idle, he brought a fine-toothed comb and sat cross-legged on the side to comb him.

"Mom!"

Brushing the layers of fine fluff from the comb, the lemon pinched it in his hand, got up and walked towards the living room, "The big hair seems to be starting to change its hair, let's cut it hair." ”

Shedding?

Turning his head in surprise and looking at his fine and fluffy hair, Wenyang suddenly realized that summer was coming to an end, and autumn was quietly coming. It seems that the cicada chirping, which has been lively for months, is gradually thinning out.

Looks like many animals moult at certain times of the year, right?

Asking himself, Wen Yang couldn't say if he had really adapted to the identity of a husky.

Sometimes, his psychology and demeanor are closer to human beings, including the matter of changing hair, if it weren't for Lemon to talk about it, he wouldn't have realized it at all. He's also not like other kittens, little \ one\ book\ read \ novel xstxt dog, he likes to lick his hair and clean up the dirty things. If he accidentally soiled his hair, the first thing Wen Yang thought of was to take a bath.

But more often than not, his physiological instincts faithfully follow the conditioned reflexes that a dog should have.

For example, when you see something delicious, you will drool, if you can't get hot, you will stick out your tongue and pant, when you hear something, your ears will bounce up for the first time, flickering to find the source of the sound, and the tail behind you will be affected by emotions, sometimes happily flicking back and forth, sometimes lazily falling.

Slightly depressed to lie down again, put his chin on his two front paws, Wen Yang stared at the round red sunset like duck egg yolk in the distance, and began to concentrate in a daze, until Zhang Mingyue called him into the house to eat, and then went to sleep on the sofa, only to suddenly find that the canopy shrouded by the magnificent sunset had turned into a deep blue, decorated with a little starlight.

When he was about to fall asleep, Gong Jiang came back.

There was a slight grinding sound from the keyhole, and with a soft click of the lock spring, the sound of Suo Suo changing slippers reached Wen Yang's ears.

Another slight sound of footsteps moved from the large bedroom to the door.

Lazily continued to bury his head in his sleep, and he didn't need to look at Wen Yang to know that it was Zhang Mingyue who greeted him.

"Hungry? I'm going to give you the dish hot? ”

The son was already asleep, and Zhang Mingyue was afraid of waking him up, so she lowered her voice and asked her husband softly.

Gong Jiang gently pulled the chair on the side of the dining table and beckoned Zhang Mingyue to sit down: "No, I've eaten outside." Mingyue, there are two things I want to tell you. ”

Well?

Two things?

Wen Yang shook his ears and began to pay attention to the conversation between the couple.

In the quiet night, Gong Jiang's voice was clearly recognizable, with a hint of trembling, and it was unclear whether he was excited or nervous.

"First of all, you call the head teacher of Lemon tomorrow morning and ask for ten days off."

"...... please?"

Zhang Mingyue only had time to say a word, and Gong Jiang interrupted her eagerly: "At least ten days, it may not be enough, if it is not enough, we will see if we can invite it again when the time comes." Then you give your boss a leave of absence, whatever reason you use, Zhao Han will drive to pick you up before noon, bring a few days of clothes, and your mother and son will go out for a walk. ”

"The second thing, Zhou Bo will come back tomorrow, and he will help us find a way to fight this virus. So I'll stay, I'm not leaving. Let's call if you have something. ”

Gong Jiang kept his voice very low, but when he talked about the virus, he couldn't help but get excited, not only burst into foul language, but even his tone was a little heavier.

Zhang Mingyue didn't speak.

The feet of the chair rubbed against the floor, making a slight dragging sound, and then the room fell silent for a moment.

Unable to resist curiosity, Wen Yang struggled to raise his head and opened his sleepy eyes, only to see Zhang Mingyue leaning over and standing behind Gong Jiang's chair, lying on his shoulder, quietly hugging her husband.

It wasn't until Zhang Mingyue opened her mouth to speak that Wen Yang felt a little strange.

"Okay, then you take care of yourself."

After saying this sentence in a hoarse voice, Zhang Mingyue raised her hand and quickly wiped her cheeks and walked towards the bedroom.

Gong Jiang sighed, took out a pack of shriveled cigarettes from his pocket, and walked to the balcony with a lighter.

Looking at Gong Jiang's back, Wen Yang suddenly found that Gong Jiang, who was originally not a smoker or drinker, seemed to be smoking a lot recently.

Zhang Mingyue and Lemon left with big bags and small bags.

Usually there is no one at home during the day, but Wen Yang always feels that something is missing from the family today, and his heart is empty.

This depressed mood was maintained until Gong Jiang answered a phone call, and it was broken.

"What? Immunity 1 pregnant? ”

Before the phone hung up, Gong Jiang excitedly grabbed the wallet key on the table and walked out.

Wen Yang jumped off the sofa and hurriedly ran out.

In this way, Gong Jiang already knew that Song Hanzhong planned to create Immunity No. 2 and No. 3.

Counting the days, it has been about ten days since Wen Yang saw the panda kick over the No. 3 Immunity Daddy last time, and while skillfully jumping into the back seat of Gong Jiang's car, Wen Yang sighed: It's really the afternoon of hoeing day, but I'm afraid of deep kung fu. Not long ago, the panda was so resolute and determined to resist the male hamster, but I didn't expect to get pregnant so soon. The world is too unpredictable.

Imagining the appearance of the panda's pregnancy all the way, the car finally stopped under the shimmer building, and as soon as the door opened, Wenyang couldn't wait to jump down.

Song Hanzhong took them upstairs.

Wenyang, who influenced Immunity 1 and passed on this far-reaching impact to Immunity 3, was specially approved and allowed to enter the special delivery room for temporary additions.

After some disinfection, in a small room, Wen Yang finally saw the black and white flower hamster.

The panda has been moved to a more spacious cage, and the living environment is quite different from before. But one thing is still the same, that is, the cage door still hangs a sturdy big lock.

The cage was no longer the original sawdust, but was covered with a thick white paper mat, which looked very clean, probably just replaced. On the wall of the cage, there is a small kettle and food box, the panda seems to have just eaten, the particularly small pink tongue is licking its mouth, lying on the white paper mat with satisfaction, and it also funnily spreads its limbs, twists and adjusts its posture from time to time, and its sleeping position is quite free-spirited.

Gong Jiang was also curious.

The most common experimental animal is the kind of mouse that is not much bigger than the thumb, and the mouse is kept by a special person, and he has never seen what a pregnant hamster looks like.

Song Hanzhong took out a long cotton swab, stretched it through the gap between the cage's fences, and pointed to the panda's exposed plush belly for Gong Jiang to take a closer look.

"See? Here, yes, the waist became thicker here. ”

"So...... Small? ”

Gong Jiang was a little incredulous.

Song Hanzhong took out a file box from the cabinet on the side, took out an enlarged X-ray from it, and happily pointed to a shadow the size of a sesame seed on it to show him: "Well, this is Immunity No. 3." ”