The eliminated German Shepherds looked very fierce, especially when he heard that some of the dogs were eliminated because of poor obedience, which made Feng Xuan even more uncertain. He saw that these dogs were very obedient to Old Yang's commands, and he heard that Old Yang used to be a trainer, so he had the idea of asking Old Yang for help.
Old Yang went back to the dormitory to change clothes, and Feng Xuan discussed with Zhang Zian, "Zhang, how many dogs should we get? Why don't you go and pick some? "
Zhang Zian suggested, "Director Feng, I think the more the better. Why don't we take all of them with us? We still have a few big scenes to shoot, right? Including the marching party to the frontier, and the award ceremony at the end, we need a lot of dogs at the same time. Let me see, we don't seem to have enough dogs now … "
Feng Xuan nodded. He originally planned to temporarily rent some dogs from the police dog unit, but considering that the pyrotechnician Guan Biao had delayed a lot of time, it would be troublesome to go through the procedures, so it was better to solve the problem here.
"Okay, let's do it this way. Comrade Han, we want to take all of these dogs, "he said to Old Han.
Old Han agreed. These dogs were useless anyway.
The leader of the base suggested that these dogs should be given to the crew for free, but Feng Xuan insisted on paying some money.
Old Yang came over after changing clothes. He and his assistant took the staff and some police officers to help load the German Shepherds together with the cages into the truck, and then send the cages back to the crew. There were rollers at the bottom of the stainless steel cages, which was very convenient to transport.
Unable to resist Old Han's repeated invitations, Feng Xuan and Zhang Zian took Famous to the base's cafeteria for lunch, which was very ordinary home-cooked food. During the lunch, other police officers and trainers who were eating in the cafeteria peeked at them from time to time, especially Famous, who was whispering to each other.
Old Han's contemptuous attitude changed, and he even asked Zhang Zian if he wanted a bottle of beer. After Zhang Zian declined, he asked in a roundabout way, "Where did Famous get it?"
Zhang Zian had already guessed it when he was trying to persuade Old Yang to drink. Old Yang's words must have moved him. Just like how he answered Professor Wei Kang and President Wu Mingzhen, no matter what the other party asked, Old Yang insisted that Famous was picked up … Any other answer would be traced back to the source.
Famous was obviously not a German Shepherd of this era. It was closer to their ancestor, the wolf, than the German Shepherds of this era. Zhang Zian had heard that some researchers at the Police Dog Research Institute were even experimenting with mating German Shepherds with wolves in order to deal with the overall degeneration of German Shepherds. Otherwise, in a few years, German Shepherds might really be completely eliminated from the police world and replaced by other more suitable breeds.
After a quick lunch, Old Han sent them to the gate of the base. The crew's car was ready and waiting for them.
Old Han warmly said a few more words to Feng Xuan, telling him that if Feng Xuan encountered any difficulties during filming, he could always come to the base for help, and that the base would definitely do its best to help. Feng Xuan replied casually.
After that, Old Han returned to the base. When Zhang Zian was about to get in the car with Feng Xuan, he saw Famous staring at the gate of the base. Zhang Zian followed its gaze.
A figure slowly walked out of the base. Due to the mottled shadows of the trees and the electric fence at the entrance of the base, the figure's face was a bit blurry. He only knew that it was a skinny young man wearing casual clothes and carrying a large bag that didn't match his figure. He looked top-heavy and light-footed.
The police dog base wasn't open to the public. The people Zhang Zian saw inside, no matter if they were wearing casual clothes or police uniforms, all moved and walked briskly, with a kind of cleverness unique to soldiers and police officers. However, this person's pace was very leisurely, as if he was taking a stroll in the woods with his lover or child, swaying with each step. Calculating the time that Old Han took to greet him, this was not a very long tree-lined path, but this person had walked for twenty minutes and still hadn't finished.
He didn't have a lover or child with him, only an adult German Shepherd. The German Shepherd was holding a big suitcase in its mouth. As if it had a premonition, it walked very slowly, stopping from time to time to look back, as if it would turn back with the suitcase in its mouth at any time.
No matter how slow it walked, it finally reached the end of the road.
The figure stopped at the gate of the base, just one step away from crossing the sliding track of the electric fence, right under the eyes of the armed police on duty. If he took one more step, he would leave the base, but he stopped.
His face was dark red due to long-term exposure to the sun, but it could still be seen that he was young, in his twenties. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a very short crew cut.
Seeing that he finally stopped, the German Shepherd turned around happily and was about to walk back with the suitcase in its mouth, but the man grabbed the luggage belt.
"Let's stop here, Storm," he said with a mellow foreign accent. "Give me the luggage, and you can go back."
The German Shepherd named Storm seemed to suddenly go crazy, pulling the suitcase with all its strength. The man was caught off guard and was dragged back by Storm for a few steps.
"Let go! Storm! Let go! " He ordered loudly, and at the same time, he bent his back like a tug of war, shifted his center of gravity backward, and stood firmly with his feet in front and back, fighting with Storm for the luggage.
However, Storm did not listen to his orders at all. Its sharp canine teeth were tightly biting the luggage belt. No matter how he shouted, Storm stiffened its neck and glared at him. It did not let go no matter what, and it had a ruthless spirit.
After all, a human was not as strong as a dog. He was dragged back step by step, slower than when he came, almost at the speed of a snail. However, the German Shepherd seemed to have been greatly encouraged. It dragged even harder, and all the muscles in its body tightened.
"Let go! Storm! The luggage belt is going to break! "he shouted loudly.
The armed police on duty were like wooden sculptures, staring straight ahead, turning a blind eye to what was happening in front of them.
"Rip!" As he expected, the nylon luggage belt couldn't withstand the pull of the two forces, and finally tore in the middle. He didn't have time to control his strength, so he staggered a few steps toward the direction of the base gate and fell on his butt, which wasn't too heavy.
He wanted to stand up with his hands on the ground, but he felt something cold under his hands. He looked down and found that his hands were on the sliding track of the electric fence gate — he was back to the starting point before the tug of war began.
As if it had won, Storm ran a few steps back briskly with its luggage in its mouth. It looked back at him, ran a few more steps, and then looked back at him again, as if urging him to keep up.
The distance between the man and the dog was getting bigger and bigger, but he didn't keep up, and didn't even stand up. He just sat quietly on the ground, looking at it calmly.
He took off the big backpack from his back, threw it on the ground in front of him, and said softly, "I'm leaving, Storm. Even if you take all my luggage, I'm leaving."
Storm, who didn't let go no matter what he said, opened its mouth involuntarily, as if it had lost all its strength. With a dull sound and a cloud of dust, the luggage fell to the ground.
The assistant saw that they didn't get in the car, so he ran over and asked, "Director Feng, are we still waiting for someone?"
"Just a little bit more." Feng Xuan waved his hand and said, "Just a little bit more."
Old Yang, who had changed into a wrinkled police uniform, jumped out of the passenger seat of the truck, walked over slowly, and squinted his eyes to look into the distance.
"It's Cui Yi … So it's his turn to retire. When he first came here, he was crying and homesick, but it's been a few years."
Old Yang leaned against the car door and lit a cigarette that Feng Xuan gave him. He took a deep drag and spoke as if he was used to it.
The man and the dog stared at each other from a distance of about 20 meters, as if they were competing in patience and perseverance.
At the quiet entrance of the police dog training base, no one was talking. Only the rustling of the pine trees could be heard.
Cui Yi opened the zipper of his big backpack, took out a bag of vacuum-packed roast chicken, tore it open, twisted off a chicken leg, and shook it at Storm.
Storm hesitated for a moment, but didn't come over, as if it was afraid that the luggage it was guarding would disappear.
"I won't sneak away." Cui Yi smiled, lifted the big backpack, and threw it further away.
Storm turned around a few times, as if it was in a dilemma. It didn't know what to do, and didn't know if it should believe him or not.
"Come on, I'll feed you for the last time. If you don't eat now, you won't get to eat again."
He shook the chicken leg again.
Storm carefully walked a few steps, then stopped to check if the luggage was still there. After a long time, it finally came to Zhang Zian, lowered its head, and sniffed the chicken leg. It tore off half of the meat, chewed it a few times, and swallowed.
Cui Yi pinched the chicken leg and turned it in another direction. Storm ate the rest of the meat in one bite.
He fumbled in his trouser pocket, took out a piece of tissue, wrapped the chicken bone, and tore off another chicken leg.
"Eat slowly, there's more."
After he finished feeding the two drumsticks, he tore off strips of chicken breast and fed it to it in his palms. Storm rolled the chicken breast into its mouth, leaving a moment of warmth in Zhang Zian's palm.
Soon, all the meat that could be torn off from the roast chicken was fed to Storm. Cui Yi didn't dare to feed the remaining parts with thin bones, afraid that the bones would get stuck in Storm's throat.
He wiped his hands with the tissue, put his arms around Storm's neck like a good friend, and said,
"Storm, I have to go. The new trainer, Li Yongping, is a good person. You have to cooperate with him. Don't be like me when I first came. You have to be proactive, take more tasks, and strive for awards. You little bastard, this is the mark you left on me at that time, and I can't get rid of it for the rest of my life. "
He rolled up his left sleeve, revealing a circular scar on his left forearm. It was a bite mark. It was hard to imagine how hard the bite was. It must have been bleeding.
"I beat you and scolded you in training, and you bit me. We are even. But if you dare to bully the new trainer and don't listen to his orders, I won't forgive you! Do you understand? "
Storm whimpered, lowered its head, and licked his scar.
"You know you're wrong? As long as you know you're wrong. When you go on a mission, you have to protect Li Yongping, and you have to protect yourself. When you retire, I will apply to the organization to try to adopt you. I heard that police dogs that have performed meritorious deeds are more likely to be adopted by people … "
Cui Yi didn't seem like a sloppy person, but he seemed to have endless things to say. From daily life to training, he told Storm everything in detail, for fear that Storm would make trouble for him after he left. In the end, he finally choked with sobs. After a long night, his mood, which had been sorted out with great difficulty, became messy again.
Storm had never seen him like this. It became restless and restless. It turned its head and stared at his big backpack. It wanted to drag him into the base, but it was tightly held by his strong arms. It couldn't move, but it didn't dare to resist.
At this time, another young man in a police uniform came from the base. He didn't approach, but kept watching from a distance. This was probably the new trainer, Li Yongping.
Cui Yi wiped the corners of his eyes and made a gesture to Li Yongping.
Li Yongping walked over slowly. He walked out of the base and stopped a taxi.
"Storm, I have to go. If I stay any longer, I will miss the train. You go back with Li Yongping. Remember what I said just now. Do you understand? " Cui Yi took out the collar that Storm had been using, put it around its neck, and tied the leash. He signaled Li Yongping to come over and hold the leash.
The strap of the suitcase was torn. Li Yongping picked it up and put it under his armpit. He brought it to Cui Yi.
Cui Yi solemnly handed the leash to Li Yongping. "Storm will be under your care."
"I will take good care of it!" Li Yongping nodded and handed the suitcase to him.
Cui Yi's eyes widened. He gritted his teeth and said, "I believe you. Bye!"
"Take care! Have a safe trip! "Li Yongping said.
Cui Yi bent down and patted Storm's head for the last time. He turned around resolutely and lifted his leg to cross the sliding track of the electric fence gate.
After taking this step, he would no longer be a member of the police dog training base.
When he stepped heavily on the outside of the track, Li Yongping, who was holding Storm's leash, and the armed police on duty, who had been standing like wooden sculptures, saluted his back at the same time.
Cui Yi didn't look back, but from Zhang Zian's point of view, they could see that he was already crying.
He put the big backpack and handbag into the trunk of the taxi, opened the door, and sat in the car.
Storm suddenly barked and rushed out, dragging the leash behind it.
Li Yongping seemed to be defenseless. He didn't hold the leash tightly, nor did he intend to chase after Storm.
Storm suddenly jumped to the side of the taxi, stood up, grabbed the window with its two front paws, and stared at Cui Yi. Except for when they went back to their hometown during Chinese New Year, they were always together when they left the base. It seemed to be asking, "Why didn't you take me with you?"
Cui Yi burst into tears. He opened the door and hugged Storm tightly.
"Storm! Storm! "
He repeated its name over and over again. He couldn't say any other words.
Famous, Zhang Zian, and the others quietly watched this scene.
After a long time, the taxi driver was a little impatient, but he didn't dare to rush them.
"Fu * k!"
Old Yang threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it, and strode over. He patted Cui Yi's shoulder, "Time to go."
"Master Yang..." Cui Yi looked up with his hazy eyes and recognized him.
Old Yang took out a wrinkled handkerchief and handed it to him, "Wipe your tears."
Cui Yi took the handkerchief with a blushing face and wiped his face messily. He then returned the handkerchief. "Thank you, Master Yang. I've let you see a joke …"
Old Yang put the handkerchief back in his pocket and said carelessly, "I've seen this kind of joke too many times."
"Get in the car," Old Yang urged, "Don't delay the train. The train doesn't wait for people."
"Sit!" Cui Yi held Storm down and gave it the last command.
Storm obediently sat on the ground.
Cui Yi returned to the car, closed the door, and said to the driver, "Train station, thank you."
The exhaust pipe spewed out faint exhaust gas. The driver started the taxi, stepped on the accelerator, and gradually accelerated.
Storm was dazed for a second, and then started running, chasing the taxi.
Cui Yi stuck his head out of the rear window, waved his hand, and shouted, "Storm! Go back! I'll pick you up after you retire from the army! "
Storm didn't stop. It kept chasing the taxi, but it was getting further and further away from the taxi.
The taxi drove faster and faster, but Storm was running slower and slower.
When the taxi disappeared at the end of its sight, Storm finally stopped. It squatted on the ground, looking into the distance with a sense of loss.
Old Yang walked up to it, picked up the leash, and gently pulled it. "Let's go, Storm. Let's go back."
Storm looked up at Old Yang, whimpered, and was led back to the base. It looked back every three steps, as if it was hoping that its owner would change his mind and come back.
"Stop looking, he won't come back." Old Yang tightened his grip. "Even if that guy dares to come back, I'll kick him back into the car."
Storm seemed to understand his words, and sadly lowered its head.
"You heard what he said. Perform well, and try to make contributions. After you retire from the army, you still have a chance to be together." Old Yang said, "But if you dare to lose your temper, you will never see him again. Don't worry, it will only be a few years. Time will pass in the blink of an eye. When I first met him, he was still a young man, and you were still a puppy! It's been so many years … "
As he talked, he led Storm back to the gate of the base. In front of the armed police on duty, he put the leash back into Li Yongping's hand, and scolded him severely, "What are you thinking? Is this how you hand over a job? Do you want to go to the cookhouse like me? "
Li Yongping lowered his head.
"Nonsense!" Old Yang scolded. "Go back now!"
Li Yongping saluted him and led Storm, who was still looking back every few steps, back to the base.
Old Yang walked back and said angrily, "Let's go. The show is over!"
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