"Go!"

Outside the door of Tongs Bar, Fan Bizhuang put the plastic bag full of garbage on the ground, just waved his hand, and a black figure jumped out from the side, and the back of his head fell and raised, and then the black shadow dragged the bag and ran towards the back alley. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It was already two o'clock in the morning, it was pitch black outside, and there were few people on the street, which seemed extremely deserted.

This is the closing time of Tongs Bar, and although there are always some drunken drinkers who don't want to leave every night, the rules of this bar are Fan Bi Zhuang's rule, he says when it closes, then when it closes, and he has to listen to it, and he doesn't listen...... Then drag the drunken ghost out, throw it into the back alley, and it's over.

As for whether the drunks lie straight all night on the cold road, or whether they are shaking and groping their way home, it is not something that Fan Bizhuang should worry about.

"This dog is really ......"

Fidel, the big fat man who helped clean up the house, came out of the door, and just saw the scene of the big dog dragging the garbage bag to the back alley, and couldn't help but sigh, "The Spring Festival is really a good dog, not only relatives, but also help with things, this is really ......"

Before he finished sighing, he felt the cold gaze of Fan Bizhuang, who was leaning against the door of the bar, and hurriedly changed his words with a smile: "I mean, your friend is really getting more and more capable." ”

Fan Bizhuang took his gaze back, stopped talking, and looked at the location of the alley tightly.

Fidel shook his head and smiled bitterly, he clearly remembered that there was once a drunk man who kicked the Spring Festival in the way at the door of the bar, but Fan Bizhuang turned his face on the spot and sent the guy directly to the hospital with a stick.

At that time, the matter was quite big, Fan Bizhuang was also detained by the local police station for several days, and finally Mr. Plata, who rushed back after hearing the news, spent a large amount of compensation to get the "victim" to withdraw the accusation, and Fan Bizhuang was able to avoid going to prison.

To Fidel's surprise, in the few days that Fan Bizhuang was detained, this big dog with the name of ** Festival never left him, he temporarily set up his home at the door of the police station, and kept lying there, not eating or drinking, not much different from death. At that time, there were several people from the pet association who wanted to come and take the dog away, but they were all scared away by the fierce Spring Festival.

It wasn't until Fan Bizhuang was released three days later that the Spring Festival seemed to regain its vitality and color, and he got up from the ground weakly and rushed into Fan Bizhuang's arms.

Therefore, Fidel knows very well that this person and dog are not like the relationship between the owner and the pet, but more like a family that depends on each other, relying on each other and giving each other comfort and care.

Being able to hurt people with a stick for the sake of a dog, and go on a hunger strike in order to wait for their owner, such a relationship, if you want to say that it is just the owner and the pet, then it is estimated that the ghost will not believe it.

Sure enough, soon, the body of the Spring Festival appeared at the entrance of the alley, and after a while, it quickly ran back to Fan Bizhuang's body, and then shook its big tail flatteringly. Fan Bizhuang also withdrew his gaze, a warm smile appeared on his face, and he stretched out his hand, and the huge dog head of the Spring Festival rubbed on his palm affectionately.

"Chinese New Year!"

Fidel couldn't help but shout.

Hearing Fidel's shout, Spring Festival turned around, slipped over again, and rubbed his head against Fidel's trouser leg.

"Haha, I've got something good here."

Fidel crouched down, then stretched his clenched fist straight in front of the Spring Festival, and then, slowly, opened.

A gray biscuit appeared in the palm of his hand.

Spring Festival shouted excitedly twice, turned his head to look at Fan Bizhuang, Fan Bizhuang nodded, and Spring Festival immediately rolled his tongue, rolled the biscuit into his mouth, and chewed it "squeak~squeak~".

Fidel laughed and touched Chun Teo's head, then stood up.

"Thank you."

Fan Bizhuang said softly.

Fidel looked at him, the other party still didn't look back, if he hadn't known that this guy was such a stinky character, maybe Fidel would have thought that this sentence was not said by the other party.

"Ha, it's a little thing, it's not the first time I've cleaned the bar for you......" Fidel smiled and waved his hand.

"I'm talking about the Spring Festival."

“……”

Fidel was stunned for a moment.

After Fan Bizhuang was arrested and entered the police station, Fidel often appeared at the door of the police station, he didn't have the energy to help get Fan Bizhuang out, but he felt unbearable when he saw the Spring Festival guarding outside the police station without eating or drinking, so he often took food to visit the Spring Festival. The Spring Festival did not eat the food he brought, and in desperation, Fidel could only buy a large wooden box, and made a "nest" for the Spring Festival with towels and hay.

This is also the reason why in addition to Fan Bizhuang, the Spring Festival is also very close to Fidel. You know, this big dog is proud on weekdays, and people who don't know it well don't care at all, that is, they remember the "kindness" of the year, so they will look at Fidel differently.

The Spring Festival remembered Fidel, and Fan Bizhuang also remembered this love. This is also the reason why he and Fidel have the closest relationship among the so many guests who come to Tongs. Because he recognized this friend.

Thinking of the past, Fidel suddenly smiled, and said with a fuss: "On weekdays, you look cold, but I didn't expect it to be quite hypocritical inside, I didn't see it, Fan ......."

After knowing each other for so many years, it can be said that Fidel has watched Fan Bizhuang grow from a thin teenager to a tall young man today, so he knows very well that Fan Bizhuang is a person who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and he has a feeling of looking at his "junior" for this guy.

The muscles on Fan Bizhuang's face trembled, he didn't bother to pay attention to the guy in front of him, turned around and prepared to re-enter the bar.

"Hey, Fan."

Looking at Fan Bizhuang's back, Fidel thought for a while, and finally expressed the question in his heart.

"You know these little guys who caused trouble today, right?"

Fan Bizhuang's figure paused, then an inexplicable smile appeared in his mouth, and he kept pushing the door into the bar. The Spring Festival shook his tail at Fidel and jumped in.

And Fan Bizhuang's voice came faintly from the bar.

"I've seen it a few times, but they don't know me......"

Nodding thoughtfully, regardless of whether Fan Bizhuang could hear it or not, Fidel shouted at the inside.

"Don't get yourself in trouble, Fan!"

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Fan Bizhuang lives in a bar, and in this city, he used to have a home, but it didn't have ten years ago, so after finding this job as a "bartender", he set up his "home" here - Tong Bar has two floors, below is the lobby where customers drink and chat, and above is a small attic for some materials and goods.

After Fan Bizhuang came, he cleaned it up, and then moved in.

At this time, Fan Bizhuang had finished washing, leaning over and half-lying on his small bed, holding a half-opened iron box in his hand, silent for a while, and took out a photo from it.

This is a family photo of a family of three, on the color photo, a young man who is not handsome but has a calm face stands on the left, and on his right, a tall young woman, in the arms of this woman, is holding a cute boy who is only two or three years old.

Judging from the bright expressions of the two in the photo, this can be regarded as a very happy family.

But is it really happiness?

Maybe I was once happy.

Fan Bizhuang knew that the two people in the photo were his parents, but he didn't have too many memories, but he was still very young when his parents left, and if he didn't still have this photo now, maybe he couldn't remember the appearance of these two people.

After staring in silence for a long time, Fan Bizhuang sighed, put down the photo, and took out another photo from the box.

There is only one person in this photo, a kind old lady with blond hair, her name is Azusena, and Fan Bizhuang calls her aunt.

Of course, this aunt is not close, but in Fan Bizhuang's heart, Aunt Azusena is closer than her aunt, if it weren't for her, maybe Fan Bizhuang would have been sent to a cold orphanage and welfare home, or starved to death on the streets, who knows.

Under the care of Aunt Azusena, Fan Bizhuang spent the happiest five years, but unfortunately, with the death of his aunt, such happiness is gone, and Fan Bizhuang returned to a lonely state, losing his "home" again in this huge city.

"Auntie......"

Looking at the familiar and kind face in the photo in a daze, Fan Bizhuang murmured softly.

The warm scenes of his childhood came to mind one by one, and Fan Bizhuang gradually lost his mind.

As if sensing the sadness in the master's heart, the Spring Festival lying at his feet whispered twice, and then rubbed his head against his trouser legs.

Fan Bizhuang, who came back to his senses, suddenly smiled, stretched out his hand and patted the Spring Festival's head, and sighed lightly: "It's okay, Spring Festival, at least you are by my side, I am not alone." ”

"Whew~"

Two more whispers, feeling the change in the owner's mood, the Spring Festival happily wagged his tail.

"Don't worry, Aunt Asusena, I'll be fine."

Gently wiping the dust that did not exist on the photo, Fan Bizhuang carefully put the photo into the box, covered it, and then placed it next to his pillow.

After doing all this, Fan Bizhuang patted the Spring Festival's head again: "Good night, Spring Festival." ”

The Spring Festival spit out his big tongue, wagged his tail and ran to the wall at the end of the bed, jumped up and pecked, "pop~", and the attic fell into darkness.

"Whew~"

As if the owner said goodnight to each other, the Spring Festival returned to his kennel and closed his eyes peacefully.