This is how the story of a sick puppy and a little boy began. [燃^文^书库][www].[774][buy].[]手机网

　　

　　 The puppy that had just taken home was soft and heart palpitating. The hair was just skin and bones. It was small and thin, and there was no look in his big eyes.

　　

　　 When the little boy is holding it, it will only stretch out its paws and hug his fingers tightly. This is its last strength, it seems that he is afraid that he will give it up eventually.

　　

　　 The little boy did not disappoint the puppy. He took it home, built a small nest in his room, covered it with a soft cloth, and put it on top.

　　

The puppy lay there softly, no longer moving, although I don’t know how long he will live, but at least he understands that he has an owner before he is dying. For a dog, isn’t having an owner the greatest pursuit of his life? ?

　　

　　Puppy thought, maybe he can live without struggling so hard.

　　

But the little boy didn’t mean to give it up and took it to the pet doctor. However, the doctor said that the puppy with canine distemper was very difficult to treat, and he was unwilling to do useless treatment. The little boy still told him this at the third doctor. Time, finally crying.

　　

The puppy was lying in his arms, trying to lift his head and lick his face, but couldn't climb that high, so he hugged his fingers, bit, bit, licked, and he was still alive... It can still be very cute, even before he died, he would not think that he was just raising a bad dog who didn't know how to please his owner.

　　

　　 The little boy’s mother said, “In any case, if you make a choice, don’t give up and work hard to the end.”

　　

　　 The little boy nodded, because he thought so too, and didn't want to give up, after crying for a while. Take the puppy and continue to find the fourth doctor.

　　

　　 Finally, the doctor looked at the boy's teary eyes and was willing to give it a try.

　　

　　 Many times, miracles happened when despair was approaching. The puppy's body began to show signs of improvement, which made the little boy very happy.

　　

　　 After taking a lot of medicine and injecting a lot of injections, the puppy's thin body is particularly strenuous during intravenous drip. Sometimes the dose of medicine to be injected looks very scary compared to its small body. The sharp needle makes the puppy always let out a weak whine.

　　

　　 The little boy never gave up on it, nor did the puppy give up on himself. Because the little owner does not allow the puppy to be an obedient puppy, the little owner hopes that it can be healthy and healthy, then it must be better, the puppy thinks looking at the drip bottle that seems to never finish dripping. Then he closed his eyes... it was tired. It hurts too much. So tired, he stretched out his paw and put it on the hand of the little master.

　　

　　 Every time the puppy comes to get some drips. The little boy would sit quietly next to it, as if he was sitting next to it. A little bit will be more effective.

　　

　　 Happiness will always be given to people who work hard to persevere. Day by day, the puppy finally doesn't need to take some drips. Just take medicine.

　　

　　 Those medicines are very bitter, but I can stand up. Why can’t I take the pain? Every time the puppy licked the little boy after taking the medicine, it always felt sweet.

　　

　　 In this way, the terrible canine distemper left the puppy, and when it was finally able to take a bath for the first time, its hair became pure white, and it also had its own name: Xiao Bai.

　　

　　 Xiaobai ushered in his own happiness like this, he thought, he is the person he loves the most, and he should never leave him.

　　

　　 A long, long time later, Xiao Bai became Sang Mengmeng and returned to his side again. This time she really never left. Sang Mengmeng hugged Tang An, thinking so.

　　

　　 Sang Mengmeng hugged her tightly. Although the lake breeze stroked her cheeks, Tang An's hair was trembling, but her body gradually felt a rush of heat.

　　

Maybe it’s just because I’m a little excited...I can’t say something, but I’m very excited. The emotional beating from the true story in my heart is very contagious. This is not the chicken soup for the soul of groaning without illness, but what he and her share. Experience, the original origin of the memory of the past.

　　

　　 "Xiao Bai..." Tang An gently called Sang Mengmeng's name, not the lively and cute Samoyed, but the thin and strong puppy.

　　

"Wang!" Sang Mengmeng yelled softly, and clasped her fingers around Tang An. From Tang An's voice, he could hear his acknowledgment of her. This gave Sang Mengmeng a long-lost feeling. Happiness is like when he picked her up from behind a group of puppies.

　　

　　 It is a kind of satisfaction and peace of mind that finally blooms after waiting for a long time.

　　

　　 "It's fine when you come back." Tang An said, but he didn't know what to say. He didn't know whether he was missing the strong white or was feeling the changes in it. Can this be described by the vicissitudes of life? It seems inappropriate, but the changes in it are extremely amazing. Without the emotion of the vicissitudes of life, there are more incredible and amazing.

　　

The emotions in my heart are ultimately beautiful, happy, and satisfying...Anyone who has had a similar experience knows that trying to save a life is far more difficult than slaughter, and the final harvest is in the soul. The satisfaction is unparalleled.

　　

"The little master... has become a big master..." Sang Mengmeng yelled sweetly, without fear, no fear, let alone confronting herself with an unbelievable or horrified attitude, and naturally accepted, Tang An still agrees with the original. The same, giving Sang Mengmeng a gentle and reassuring feeling.

　　

This kind of thing that most people would define as encountering a monster, but Tang An accepted it calmly, or had something to do with that strange and annoying little girl... However, Sang Mengmeng believed that even if there was no Nanmao, when When he returns to him again, he will still have a kind and loving heart.

　　

　　 This time, the love Sang Mengmeng needs is a little different.

　　

Probably, maybe, or... in the future, when something is about to happen, or when he reveals his intentions, he will have some psychological barriers. However, he is so beautiful, has such a good body, and has such a big chest. Is it convenient to help him customer service?

　　

　　 "Xiao Bai has become a big beauty..." Tang An exclaimed, "Have you heard the story of the snail girl?"

　　

　　 Sang Mengmeng nodded, tapping Tang An's shoulder with his forehead.

　　

"When I saw you busy in the kitchen that day, I thought you were like a snail girl..." Tang An said. He also planned to tell Sang Mengmeng that he had already doubted Sang Mengmeng's true identity, including some of his own. Situation... Tang An doesn't think there is any dangerous conspiracy behind this seemingly unresolved story.

　　

"I am a little white girl." Sang Mengmeng said happily. Although I was still immersed in sad memories just now, memories are memories after all. Now is the most important thing, and it is precisely because of the sadness in the past. There is more happiness that is now fulfilled.

　　

"Little white girl, you are already a big girl, hey, do I treat you as a little white or a big girl?" Tang An looked down at Sang Mengmeng, she was a beautiful girl. , Long hair is played by Feng'er, soft bangs, smooth forehead, neat eyebrows are like a touch of ink, the kind brought out by mother raising her hand and swiping the ink on the rice paper, the sparse dripping eyelashes slowly Blinking, like a girl's heartstrings beating.

　　

　　 "I'm the big girl, Xiao Bai." Sang Mengmeng let go of Tang An a little bit, then hugged tightly, and whispered, "Is it big?"

　　

　　 Big...Of course it is big... Tang An can clearly feel that the kind of softness that is not hard, nor excessively elastic, has incomparable temptation... It's just... but Tang An doesn't think it's very suitable.

　　

On the one hand, as an unmanned virgin man, this unique feeling makes people very greedy. On the other hand, as a normal man, as a male with a normal human male psychology, Tang An cannot enjoy it without any grudges. This temptation comes from the little white girl or the big girl Xiaobai.

　　

　　 There is always something wrong in my heart!

　　

　　 "Let's go back first." Tang An said quickly.

　　

There are also more tourists in the park. Those who come back and forth will always notice Tang An and Sang Mengmeng. What's more, Sang Mengmeng wears a Han suit and is very white, which is very eye-catching. Those gazes stay longer than usual. Longer.

　　

　　 Tang An, who has no love experience, has not yet reached the level where he can safely enjoy the show of affection, and only feels that Wei Wei’s face is hot and embarrassed.

　　

　　 Sang Mengmeng tapped Tang An's shoulder with his forehead again, and finally let go of Tang An.

　　

　　 Tang An felt a rush of heat in his body and sweat oozing out. After all, it was a hot day. It's strange that two people hug each other and don't sweat.

　　

But Sang Mengmeng is still a sweet and delicate girl. The bangs on her forehead are not sticky by sweat, but she is still clean. The smile on her face is tender and shy. Inconspicuously cramped.

　　

A couple walked by and looked at Tang An and Sang Mengmeng. The girl looked at Sang Mengmeng’s clothes, while the man looked at Sang Mengmeng and then at Tang An, then snorted coldly. Pulling the girl away, she looked back at Sang Mengmeng a little further away.

　　

　　 "What is he humming?" Sang Mengmeng was just looking for a topic~lightnovelpub.net~ to evacuate the faint embarrassment that naturally occurred when the two people returned to reality after enthusiastic memories.

　　

"Maybe we think we are hypocritical... what he thinks is that this man and woman are cuddling and cuddling in there, looking affectionate, but after a passing moment, they will return to reality sooner or later. In reality, the love between two people is just I should be like myself, busy and frugal, and then resentful watching the relaxed and comfortable life of others." Tang An guessed at random, many people have this kind of psychology, always feel that others are just unrealistic hypocrisy. And contrived, and your own ordinary and indifferent is the state that other people should return to.

　　

　　 As for the last look, it is undoubtedly because of the intense disappointment brought by my girlfriend in comparison.

　　

　　 "Do people think we are lovers?" Sang Mengmeng tiptoed with excitement.

　　

　　 "Usually I think...but..." Tang An didn't know what to say after "but".

　　

　　 "Let's go back." Sang Mengmeng's tone had a particularly soft sweetness. (To be continued. (LX.))