Zhang Zian quickened his pace to catch up with Fu Tao.
When they returned to the police dog nursing home, the students had already returned to their rooms. The house was filled with laughter and cheers. Obviously, they weren't just there to do volunteer work. It was a gathering of sorts.
Fu Tao pushed the wheelbarrow to the corner of the yard and turned to Zhang Zian. "Come in and have some dumplings. It'll warm you up."
Zhang Zian opened the door and saw Old Time Tea sleeping peacefully in the car. He asked the elfins to get in first. At least there was no cold wind in the car.
He locked the door and followed Fu Tao into the house.
"Master Fu, what took you so long?"
"Quick, help Master Fu get a bowl of dumplings! Master Fu, do you want to wash your hands first? "
"Hey, Store Manager Zhang, where's the cat? Why didn't you bring the cat in? "
The students were all talking excitedly. Only Ning Lan and the boy with glasses stared at Zhang Zian and Fu Tao with complicated expressions. They wanted to know if they had buried the dog, but didn't know when to ask.
Someone noticed that their feet were covered in mud. Wherever they passed, there were footprints. Even the corners of their pants were stained with mud. They exclaimed, "Hey, where did you guys go? Why are your shoes so dirty? "
"Ahem!" Zhang Zian coughed. "On the road, a car got stuck in a mud pit and stalled. Master Fu and I wanted to help others, so we risked our lives to help push the car. However, the car reignited and rushed forward, and both of us stepped into the mud pit …"
In the New Year's atmosphere, telling a small lie was probably harmless.
The students were speechless. It was just pushing a car. Was there a need to make it sound so righteous?
However, this stopped them from asking any further questions.
Someone quickly scooped two big bowls of dumplings and gave them to Fu Tao and Zhang Zian. The others were either full or in the middle of eating.
Fu Tao had already adjusted his mood. He looked at the dumplings in the bowl and sighed. "Are these dumplings or wontons? The fillings are leaking out."
Most of the students had never made dumplings before. Furthermore, the process of making and boiling the dumplings were often joking around. The dumplings that were made only had the shape of dumplings, and the fillings would spill out after being boiled. Just as Fu Tao had said, the dumplings looked more like wontons.
The others felt apologetic and said, "Master Fu, get another bowl of dumplings."
"Forget it, it's fine. I'll just eat it as wonton." Fu Tao waved his hand and found a place to sit down. He ate while watching TV.
There was only a small TV in the room, and it didn't even have a cable. They could only watch TV programs through a satellite receiver that looked like a small pot. No matter which channel they switched to, it would always be filled with a joyous atmosphere. Other than a few channels, the CCTV Spring Festival Gala would be broadcasted at 8 PM.
The police dog nursing home had never considered the problem of receiving guests. There were so many students that there weren't enough chairs. Every place that could sit was already full. Someone felt bad seeing Zhang Zian eating dumplings while standing, so he brought a chair over and invited him to sit down. However, Zhang Zian declined, saying that he would leave after finishing the dumplings.
The students would be leaving in a while. This was the countryside, and it wasn't safe for the girls to walk at night. The boys discussed sending the girls home first, and then secretly bringing the electric hotpot to the boys' dormitory for a New Year party. The topic soon turned to the eternal topic of how to fight against the dormitory manager. During this period, they mentioned the heroic deeds of their predecessors. It was said that the electric hotpot confiscated by the dormitory manager was enough to open a supermarket.
The taste of the dumplings wasn't as good as the frozen dumplings that Zhang Zian bought. The skin was thick, and the fillings were either salty or bland. However, everyone ate a lot of the dumplings in the cheerful atmosphere. The leftover dumplings were enough for Fu Tao to eat the next day.
Zhang Zian finished the dumplings and drank a few mouthfuls of soup. He wanted to wash the dishes, but Ning Lan took the bowls from him. The boys were in charge of cooking, and the girls were in charge of washing the dishes.
Before the sky turned completely dark, Zhang Zian said goodbye. He had completed the task that Feng Xuan gave him. He had seen with his own eyes that the eliminated German Shepherds were living a good life, so there was no need for him to stay.
Fu Tao put down his bowl and chopsticks. He didn't ask Zhang Zian to stay. He stood up and planned to go out with Zhang Zian to take the police dogs outside. Several boys also volunteered to help.
When he pulled open the iron door, an envelope that was stuck in the gap of the door fell to the ground. The envelope wasn't there when Zhang Zian and Fu Tao came back, so the postman must have put it on the door. Few people still wrote letters these days. Fu Tao was surprised to see the letter, so he tore it open and read the content.
He took out a postcard from the envelope.
"Is this an advertisement?"
Fu Tao muttered as he opened the postcard. Zhang Zian shone the light on his phone and saw a few lines of beautiful handwriting.
Mr. Fu:
Hello! When I picked up Luoluo from your place last time, I forgot to ask for your contact information, so I can only wish you a Happy New Year in this outdated way. I hope that when you receive this postcard, the New Year is not too long after.
Luoluo is doing well in my home, and it has gained some weight. My husband and my daughter love it very much. My mother was wary of it at first, but now she treats it very well. She often feeds it behind our backs.
We take it to the pet hospital regularly for checkups, and it is in good health. I think it is because of your care. It has become an indispensable member of our family, and I hope it can stay with us for a longer time.
Attached are a few recent photos of it and my husband's WeChat ID, so we can communicate more directly next time.
Happy New Year!
On the 20th of December, Xiao Yuhong.
In addition to Xiao Yuhong's signature, there was also a red paw print, which was probably made by Luoluo's right front paw dipped in ink pad.
Fu Tao silently read the words on the postcard twice, then knocked on the envelope. A few photos fell out.
The first photo was of Luoluo itself. It seemed to be lying on the lawn in the park, basking in the sun and sticking out its tongue at the camera. It looked at ease, and its eyes were calm and peaceful. The other photos were of Luoluo with Xiao Yuhong's family. Some were taken at home, and some were taken in the park. Luoluo was being hugged by Xiao Yuhong, held by Xiao Yuhong's husband, or ridden by Xiao Yuhong's daughter. No matter which photo it was, Luoluo looked very happy.
"Is Luoluo really nine years old? It looks no different from a three or four-year-old dog, "Zhang Zian said.
"Yes."
Fu Tao put the postcard back into the envelope and put it back into his pocket. A rare smile appeared on his face.
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