"Know~"

"Know~"

The long chirping of cicadas came from the window into an old rental house, and the furniture in the room was also of a certain age in terms of color.

At this time, on the old black and yellow sofa, there was a young man who looked thin and weak, with a slightly immature face, except for a pair of bright eyes, and no features on his body.

He wore a washed yellowed white undershirt and a pair of black breeches, one leg crossed on the sofa, and the other leg stepped on the blue slippers on the ground.

The young man's body leaned forward slightly, and a boxy black pendant the size of half a palm hanging from his chest was spinning around.

The young man didn't care, staring at the only remaining piece of watermelon on the coffee table in front of him with a pair of godly eyes, looking like he was facing a great enemy.

The electric fan next to "Huh~Know~" rotated with an abnormal sound.

"It's not an option."

"Steamed buns, there is only one piece of watermelon left, you want to eat it and I want to eat it, then let's follow the old rules!" The boy turned his head to look at a dog beside him.

If others see it, they will definitely think that this young man has a sick brain and is talking to a dog solemnly.

But if you look closely, you can find that the husky next to the boy at this time, known as Mantou, is sticking out his usual tongue and panting, but it is not like other similar people, drooling long, and his eyes are also staring at the watermelon on the coffee table.

When Mantou heard the young man's words, he turned to look at the young man, looked at the other party's confident appearance, squinted his eyes, showed a Ha-style smile, and called softly.

"Wang!"

"Very well, in that case, let's get started." The boy smiled, but quickly put it away.

The boy clenched his right hand into a fist and turned his back behind him.

Then he quickly stretched forward while muttering, "Rock, scissors, paper!" ”

I saw that the steamed bun in front of the young man reacted when the other party put his hand behind him, and raised his paws.

Mi Yang is secretly proud in his heart, the steamed bun will only produce stones and cloth now, as long as he keeps producing cloth, he can be invincible, and in the heart of the steamed bun, the final winner must be himself.

The steamed buns were picked up by him when he was wandering around two years ago, and it happened to be raining heavily on the day he met the steamed buns.

Mi Yang found an overpass to hide from the rain below, and under the overpass, he saw a thin figure licking his hair.

At that time, Mi Yang didn't pay attention, and he only hoped that the rain would stop soon, and he might be able to go to the stall to make some money.

But the sky did not fulfill people's wishes, looking at the increasingly faint sky outside the overpass, Mi Yang knew that the rain would not stop for a while.

So he found a relatively clean place and sat down, and took out two steamed buns that were originally intended for dinner from the whitened canvas bag that he had washed.

As soon as he took it out, the skinny creature who was licking his hair not far from him stopped his mouth and trotted to Mi Yang, not making any noise, just looking at the steamed bun in Mi Yang's hand, and his tail kept wagging his tail.

This was the first encounter between Miyang and Mantou, when Mantou was just a puppy, and he was dirty, Miyang was not afraid and didn't want to pay attention to it.

At that time, Miyang was sixteen years old, and when he was growing his body, he didn't have enough steamed buns to eat, and he wouldn't give the steamed buns to a stray dog.

So Mi Yang chose to ignore the eyes of the little steamed bun and slowly ate the first steamed bun, he was not hungry for the little steamed bun, he just wanted to taste the taste of the food more.

When Miyang ate the first steamed bun and chose to ignore the little steamed bun, the tail swing of the little steamed bun became smaller and smaller.

When Mi Yang put the second steamed bun in his mouth, the tail of the little steamed bun stopped swinging at all, and a feeling called disappointment was revealed from its dog eyes.

Disappointed?

That's right, Miyang is sure that he is not mistaken, this is how similar it is to his own eyes when he was rejected.

Mi Yang looked at the steamed bun that had been bitten in his hand, then looked at the puppy in front of him, sighed, and still gave the steamed bun to the puppy.

Then Mi Yang saw the puppy's serious joy and happiness, and Mi Yang also laughed, but touched his belly, knowing that he was probably going to be hungry again at night.

Since when did the steamed bun start to follow Miyang, Miyang also gave the puppy a name - steamed bun

One person and one dog have been married since then, and then the steamed buns have been following Miyang until now.

Until I came to this city a month ago, Miyang had enough of all these years of wandering outside, and I wanted to settle down, so I took out all my savings over the years and rented this house in the old city, and I rented it for a year.

I went to the second-hand market and bought these old furniture, and then I stayed.

"Cloth~"

As Mi Yang's long tail fell, the game also had a result, Mi Yang looked at the two dog paws sticking out of the dog's paws in disbelief, and then looked at the cloth he came out, his expression gradually stiffened.

That's right, he lost, lost to a dog.

"Huh! Scold! Heh~" The unique laughter of the steamed bun came, as if he was laughing at Miyang.

Mi Yang looked up at the steamed bun and said in disbelief, "When did you learn this trick?" ”

Mantou smiled with a Ha style and didn't speak, after all, he was just a dog.

The right paw of the steamed bun was still stretched forward, and then one of the claws was withdrawn, leaving only the middle one stretched upward.

It is not difficult to extend or retract all the claws of claws, or it is instinctive, but it is more difficult to take the initiative to reach out a specific root alone.

I thought I had won, but I didn't expect the steamed bun to have this hand, looking at the steamed bun's smug expression, and the little eyes that looked at him, as if to say, the sample can't cure you.

Miyang's mood is very complicated.

As the steamed bread grows up, Mi Yang finds that the steamed bread is not ordinary smart, not only can understand human words, but understanding here does not refer to one or a few words, but can completely understand human words, no matter what you say, it can understand.

And not only can understand human words, just like the rock-paper-scissors game that the two of them play now is also taught by Miyang, but, from the beginning of only knowing how to make stones, to knowing that five claws are stretched out as cloth before, and then to the current scissors, no one teaches them at all, and they are all realized by Mantou himself.

"I underestimated you this time, and you won't have such good luck next time." If you lose, you don't lose, Mi Yang looked at the steamed bun and said loudly.

"Whew!" In exchange for a sneer from the steamed buns.

Mantou retracted his paws, turned his gaze to the watermelon, and just wanted to reach out and grab the watermelon.

Suddenly, the two ears moved, and the movement of the two paws stretched forward stopped, and then turned to look at Miyang.

Noticing the abnormality of the steamed bun, Mi Yang was stunned for a moment, and then his face was happy.

"Knock knock!" There was a knock on the door.

Hearing the knock on the door, Mi Yang immediately got up from the sofa and ran towards the door, "It's here!" Here it comes! ”

"Finally a guest!" Mi Yang looked at the door and whispered.