Hunting High School

Lights were lit in the smashed glass windows, and angry shouts sounded in the quiet alley.

Zheng Qing held his breath and wanted to slip away, but he might as well step on the First Stage. There was a miserable whimper beside him, and when he looked around, the puppy was holding his trouser leg, its long and narrow eyes were wide open, and it was tight. Staring at him, wagging his tail ingratiatingly.

"As your witness, I'm not here now." He nodded irresponsibly, he didn't care about the little guy's angry eyes, he pushed up the car and wanted to slip away, but he didn't expect his trousers to be caught immediately. Reluctantly lowering his head, Zheng Qing saw the puppy's hind legs curled back unnaturally, presumably it was injured in the fight just now.

Seeing the puppy insisting on biting the hem of own's trousers, and listening to its low whimper, for some reason, Zheng Qing felt pity in his heart, flustered, and before he had time to think, he reached out and grabbed the puppy's top coat, and threw it away. In the basket of the own car, he quickly escaped amidst the sound of cursing coming from the window.

The distance of one hundred and ten meters ended in an instant, and when he came to the street, looking at the bright lights all around, Zheng Qing let out a heavy breath. Looking back, the night sky was still silent and serene, only a huge black shadow could be vaguely seen moving towards the distance.

The puppy lying lazily in the basket raised his head to look at Zheng Qing, his shiny black eyes were shining, as charming as the endless starry sky. Zheng Qing suddenly felt that maybe it would be better to bring this little guy home. After all, this is one dead body, two dead bodies, or one dead body. I won't be able to make it through tomorrow morning.

He was in a hurry to go home, but he didn't notice the sly smile of the puppy in the basket with his mouth twitching, otherwise he would have immediately pulled out a handful of talisman papers and smashed it hard at the little thing.

The endless red, the thick and colorful red, and the overwhelming red are the only hues in the entire space. It seems to be painted with blood, filling the whole world with an atmosphere of chilling and despair. Zheng Qing stands alone in this endless red, fixed, dazed, silly, just watching silently. In this monotonous world.

Gradually, a light whisper sounded in this monotonous world, the sound became louder and louder, and finally, the wild and deafening sound echoed in this space, as if tens of millions of wild wolves were watching the moon sadly Shouting, it seems that thousands of armored men are beating drums and shouting in the wilderness, contradictory and heavy.

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But Zheng Qing, who was standing alone in this space, didn't feel anything, just stood there quietly with open arms and eyes closed. More and more red piled up, and a thicker and thicker blood-red cloud gradually formed above Zheng Qing's head, which became heavier and heavier until it finally drowned Zheng Qing.

"Plop," Zheng Qing got up from under the bed with a scream. It fell under the bed again, this was the first time, Zheng Qing was a little helpless, but there was nothing he could do, he couldn't tie himself to the bed to sleep.

Compared with the experience of hitting the wall with a headache and sleepwalking in the cabinet when I was a child, it seems that falling out of bed while sleeping is not a big problem.

Rubbing his swollen forehead, Zheng Qing completely forgot the blood red in the dream, only remembering that he was being chased by a huge thing, and he woke up after chasing him. As for his clear memory, it still stays in that On the big eagle with a pair of emerald eyes.

Speaking of the big eagle, he raised his head and searched around nervously. Soon, he saw the puppy who was dreaming soundly in the pile of clothes beside his bed.

I was a little dizzy yesterday. I just washed the puppy casually, and then fell asleep on my own. I didn't expect this puppy to find a comfortable place consciously. Stretching out his hand to scratch the puppy's big upright ears, Zheng Qing just felt that the puppy was so cute.

I checked the alarm clock next to my pillow, it was not yet six o'clock.

With bare feet, Zheng Qing quietly walked to the balcony and looked up at the sky.

Well, the morning star is still on.

He took out a handful of golden particles and sprinkled them on the window sill of the balcony. Zheng Qing squinted at the corner of the wall, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, then he closed his eyes, sank Dantian, and slowly stretched out his fists and legs in accordance with the rhythm of his own breathing.

It feels very Tai Chi, but not at all. Zheng Qing has been practicing this guiding technique for nearly seven years. According to his husband's request, he persists every day.

The ball of paper in the corner moved rustlingly.

After a while, a fat little thing with ochre-colored skin climbed up the window sill along the smooth wall. When Zheng Qing finished punching a few times and kept his breath, he saw that little thing stuffing something into his mouth.

"Eat slowly, no one will compete with you." Zheng Qing adjusted his breathing and looked at the mouse cheerfully.

The little thing didn't care about it, and just kept stuffing these small golden particles into his mouth, until his cheek pouches swelled brightly, then wiped his beard, and stopped for a while.

I don't know what kind of mouse it is, but it looks like a guinea pig, with a stubby body, round ears, black eyes, short limbs and no tail, but only the size of a fist; it also looks a bit like a hamster, with a petite body, skin pouches on its cheeks, and sharp front teeth. After discovering this little thing since I was a child, its size has basically remained the same, which is very amazing.

Although the breed is unknown, this little thing never lacks a name. When Shuke Beta was popular when I was a child, this little thing was called "Shuta" by Zheng Qing, and Zheng Qing always stuffed it into the model plane to fight with monsters; later, after the movie Rats came out, the little thing was once renamed "Dabao" , as the so-called Dabao sees every day.

After boxing today, feeling refreshed, Zheng Qing wanted to give the little thing a new name.

"Well, since my lord is completely free now, you can call it Liberty. But the name of Liberty is a bit vulgar. In English, it is free. Free, Fu Rui is also a good sign. But seeing you are fat, this time 'Fu' should be regarded as 'fat'."

"Well, from today onwards, your name is Fei Rui!" Zheng Qing frowned and made a complicated deduction. The little thing stuffed the last golden particle into his mouth, glanced at the unknown person, wiped his face calmly, walked slowly to the window, and slid along the heating pipe on one side into the small nest he created .

Zheng Qing pursed his lips, rubbed his face vigorously, lazily returned to his own room, and fell down on the bed, not knowing what to do next.

Freedom, I used to think that what I want most is this kind of life, but after indulgence and relaxation, an unstoppable sense of emptiness arises from the bottom of my heart.

I remember reading a book introducing philosophy when I was very young. There was a school of philosophy, but I can’t remember the name. This school explored the meaning of life, or the meaning of existence. In their view, life has no meaning. People are born and die, decades like a day, living ordinary and numb, what is the purpose?

Canon's soothing tone suddenly sounded, Zheng Qing picked up the phone and hummed, "Moxi Moxi?"

He was called out for a party again, and a wry smile appeared on his face. It was like this every day, sleeping when he was full, eating when he woke up, and no longer playing computer games. Such a comfortable life looked so enjoyable and beautiful before, but now, alas. Zheng Qing found that she couldn't wait for the results of the college entrance examination. Regardless of whether it was good or bad, she was a bit rushed. If she failed the test, she could consider going out to work, and if she passed the test, she could enjoy the long-awaited university life.

The sleeping puppy turned over, its big fluffy tail flicked naturally. Zheng Qing blinked her eyes, but quickly turned her head again, forgetting the thought just now. It must be dazzled, he actually saw three tails just now! Although the puppy's tail is very strange and looks like a squirrel, it will never grow three.

Hallucinations, definitely hallucinations.

He believes in own eyes, and even more in own feeling. This little thing was brought back by myself, and it is definitely not a dirty thing.

There is no objection to keeping small animals at home, as long as there is no peculiar smell and no garbage. After Zheng Qing actively solved these problems, the puppy with a big belly lived in Zheng Qing's house.

As the days passed, Zheng Qing's life was still hovering between sobriety and decadence. The only thing that bothers him is the puppy he rescued last time.

After recovering from the injury, the pot-bellied puppy gave birth to a tiny squirrel-like puppy, which then faded away when the little squirrel grew to the size of a fist and stopped nursing.

Flicking his tail, he didn't take away any worries, leaving behind a lot of long hair and a pitiful little white dog.