My name is Li Xiaotian. I am 27 years old this year. I am a freelancer, a man of gender, a woman who loves girls, and is unmarried. In fact, the first few messages do not matter. I mainly want to express the last message and look forward to someone who is destined to contact me.

Usually when most people talk about freelancers, they always look at this profession with a sense of mystery, because most of the people who work in this type of industry are relatively free people, and most of them are engaged in art or art. They either travel through the streets and alleys of the city for many years, enter and exit the stages of bars and big, and are tired like a dog with asthma, or stay at home for many years and paint and write articles, and do not attend any friends' gatherings. They only move their bodies reluctantly when buying cigarettes and vegetables, like a lazy and listless pig.

Because most of my work has to be done at home with a computer, I developed the habit of enjoying exercise in my early years, so I was lucky enough to be among the two, which is worse than pigs and dogs.

I live in a small courtyard outside the Third Ring Road of the city. I draw pictures, write scripts, listen to music, watch movies every day, and serve my extremely smart parrot and two pots of cactus. When I have time to play basketball on weekends, go to the nearby empty court to fly kites, or find a friend to take a walk. This is my whole life, a life that has made me happy so far.

I always thought that my lifestyle would continue until the day when I got married and had children, got married and started a family and started a business. But since I met the local dog with sharp and arrogant eyes a few days ago, my outlook on life, my values, my life full of idealism and romantic feelings, and all the little beauty of all kinds have been subverted, so that today, I still feel a little dazed, as if something is wrong...

It was a sunny Saturday. A few friends and I had just returned from the park to enjoy the flowers. We were sitting alone in the restaurant at the doorstep eating hot pot and humming songs, intending to live a luxurious bachelor life. Suddenly, a light yellow local dog ran in from the street, rushed to the dining table, and took away a plate of mutton rolls.

I have been a person who cares about small animals since I was a child, especially for cats and dogs. I have to follow my usual temper. Maybe I would let it go if I am happy. But the problem is that the local dog looked back at me when he was about to go out, and the contemptuous attitude contained in his eyes was beyond words.

I can guarantee that I would use my twenty-seven-year-old life to guarantee that if the native dog could speak human words and talk freely at that time, then I would have been a drawing pencil in its mouth, and it would have never run away.

I don’t know how I see this contempt, but you have to say that people sometimes have intuition. Although the local dog looks dirty, when you look at people with your eyes, it has a condescending attitude, as if it is the supreme god, and the me in front of me is like a mustard of grass. This is obviously taking advantage and calling him a bastard in person. If anyone else is gone, he will chase him without hesitation.

In short, in short, I was chasing me anyway, but I had just run a few steps and was held down by two doormen, yelling righteously: "Suncle, do you want to escape the tent?"

Half an hour later, when I explained the "angry chase of evil dogs" incident with the owner of the hot pot restaurant and paid the bill diligently, the good mood that had been good all day had disappeared. I walked out of the store with a drooping head and headed back home.

When I walked to my community, I found the local dog again. It was lying next to the flower bed in the community, eating the mutton I stolen from me comfortably. From time to time, I stretched out my tongue and smashed my mouth. The whole scene looked extremely leisurely.

"Hey, I'm worried that there is no place to look for you, you're running to my doorstep." I took two steps in three steps and came closer. I just raised my fist, but I felt a little incapable of attacking. After all, this guy looks good and looks a little cute.

Of course, in addition to being unable to do anything, the most important thing is that I am afraid of making the local dog angry and biting me.

My thoughts were flying, and I immediately turned into claws, figurines and scratched the lice that did not exist on my scalp, and circled around the local dog.

After walking around for nearly two minutes, the local dog finished eating the mutton and burped, saying, "I've eaten almost the same food. You can sit down and tell you something."

"Oh, okay, I'll sit down." I sat down very obediently, and then suddenly felt something was wrong. I rolled and crawled backwards and stammered, saying, "Just, you were talking just now?"

The local dog looked around strangely, turned his head and said seriously: "There is no one nearby, I promise."

I remained silent in a half-squat position, but the muscles on my legs were always tense. I just waited for this guy to say what he had just escaped from which mountain, and was worried that I could not find food and drink, so I immediately ran away.

"I will introduce myself first. Does Xiaotian Dog know? That's my brother." The local Dog looked at me with a striking expression and continued, "I grew up in the river at Guanjiangkou, so I'm called Xiaochuan Dog."

Asthma dog? Are you not well-educated? I know this is not the best time to make a cough, so I swallowed this in my stomach. However, after this adaptation period, facing this talking native dog again, I suddenly felt that I was not very scared. What happened to the native dog? I raised that parrot and could sing on the loess high slope. I quickly shook my head, completely dispelled my tension, and instead stared at the local dog with a very focused expression, waiting for the other party to tell the topic.

Xiaochuan Dog cleared her throat, her expression was very serious, and when she said something, I was a little stunned...

It told me: You're having a good deal!

Just this sentence...

What does this mean without a head or end? I suddenly muttered in my heart. When I saw that the local dog was gone, I rubbed my eyes hard and looked around several times. I found that there was no. I was a little doubtful if I was dreaming. After all, this matter was quite mysterious. The local dog could only appear in suspense novels. Even Xianxia novels don’t often use this setting, let alone I am a serious documentary type.

As I thought about it, my neck felt sore, and subconsciously raised my head and twisted it. Suddenly, I felt that something seemed to fall from the sky. This thing was getting closer and closer. When I could see it completely clearly, the name of such a species flashed in my brain: Baner Brick!

I bet on my twenty-seven years of life plus my happiness for the rest of my life, that the big brick definitely did not fall off, it was taken.
Chapter completed!