Preserved eggs and briquettes are second.

Preserved egg is a seven-year-old handsome guy in Alaska.

Coal ball is a three-year-old mixed-race beauty.

They are my friends.

It turns out that we don't know each other. More than two years ago, when I came to a new environment, I often saw a young man walking along the river with a big dog and a small dog. Alaska is particularly fierce, domineering and naive, and small hybrids are particularly lively and like to run around their owners. Every time I meet them, I look at them from across the street. Finally, once, when they came back, they came to this side of the road. We've met. I asked its owner, can I touch it?

Later, I learned that his name is preserved egg and her name is briquette. Know their age, their temperament and what they like to eat. ...

I always keep sausages in the drawer. Looking forward to every time they pass by, I am happy to show off the ham sausage specially prepared for them, the warm meeting ceremony, feeding, touching the dog, shaking hands, touching my head and killing them ... this has become my expectation and happiness for a long time. This expectation and happiness also soothed my loneliness for a long time.

If I haven't seen them pass by for a while, I will miss them very much. Finally, after several such thoughts, I understand that I really can only miss them in the future. His master told me that because his wife was pregnant, preserved eggs and briquettes were given away and would not come again.

I was so sad that I couldn't help crying when I sat in front of the computer. I know it's hard to see them again. If they never see me again, maybe they will forget me soon. But I hope they meet good people and live a safe, healthy and happy life!

However, just this afternoon, I suddenly learned the truth. In fact, preserved eggs were not adopted, but euthanized under complicated and helpless circumstances. Preserved eggs Baba once comforted me, preserved eggs in the green hills, very happy. They ran freely in the fields, and they didn't lie to me-preserved eggs were buried there, guarding an orchard.

I cried for a long time. Is involuntarily sad.

Because I have a dog since I was a child, I know this feeling too well. You know, only dogs that die of old age by their owners are the happiest.

I know that preserved eggs must be so helpless and reluctant. Although he looks cool and doesn't like to talk much, he is a kind-hearted person. You can see from the seriousness with which he keeps a dog. Otherwise, he wouldn't adopt the wandering briquettes.

I said, there are always stars in the sky recently. So it's you, preserved egg

I wish you carefree, healthy and happy in Wangxing!