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Chapter 33 The Fraternal Mr. Chen

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    One day, Mr. Chen took Coke for a stroll by the nearby pond. He suggested that Coke go for a swim in the pond and wash his dirty hair that had just been drilled into the chicken coop.  Can't push it down.  Now it's all right, I turned into a mud dog. I stood under the tree at the gate and saw that every person and dog were dirty, not to mention, every human face and every dog's face were collapsed. Coke saw  I ran over, and I was so scared that I blinked.

    "Oh my God! Coke! Are you going to roll in the mud pond? You obviously went to slide in the pond and turned into a mud dog and came back. Do you want to be a terracotta warrior? Bah! Terracotta warriors!" I said while dodging to a safe place,  Coke was hurt by my disgusted expression, and helplessly lay still in front of the door, watching my expression with two big eyes all the time, while humming to express his grievance and sadness!

    ?Looking at Mr. Chen again, it¡¯s okay, but the clothes and shoes are muddy, but the person is still clean, but his expression is gloomy and not very cheerful, so he ignored me and went straight to get the water pipe and bath liquid out.

    "Mr. Chen, after you wash the Coke, I'll wash it for you too! Did you two fall into the mud?" I asked cautiously.

    He pointed while installing the water pipe, and Coke came to the place he designated to stand up. At this time, he said: "Coke is not brave at all. He has walked so many ponds."  I don¡¯t dare to go swimming anymore, it¡¯s far worse than learning to swim when Ginseng Guo was a child.¡± This can be compared, and that¡¯s right, Coke has followed him since less than three months, and he is indeed the same as his own child, but it¡¯s a pity that it has been seven years  Yes, Coke is not too small.

    When I was young, I also raised a hunting dog named Beibei. From the time I was born, the puppy followed me every day and wanted to be hugged. When the adult dog walked around me every day, the neighbors would watch it every evening.  When Beibei dragged me around, it was decided by Beibei where I went, so I had no choice but to follow.  Later, Beibei died of illness, and my mother was afraid that I would be sad at home every day, so I asked my friends to come and take me out to play, as long as I didn¡¯t make love at home.  I haven't had a dog since then.

    Mr. Chen carefully rinsed off the bubbles of the bath liquid with the Coke, and said brokenly: "Look at you just now, you can't even recognize that you are dirty. You also drilled into chicken coops and muddy ponds. You can drill wherever it is dirty. How did you raise you?  Such a dirty dog, he doesn¡¯t love himself at all! Look, it¡¯s been seven years, and he still hasn¡¯t found a boyfriend! If you continue like this, you¡¯ll regret it for the rest of your life!¡± Coke cheerfully shook the water droplets on his body, one person and one dog enjoyed themselves  , It makes me a little jealous.

    Mr. Chen is extremely fraternal. He has loved many small animals. I raised pigeons that flew away, and he made nests for them with great care.  Lao Huang and Shapi in the factory often fight for favor with him. Lao Huang is very cute. When he sees Mr. Chen squatting down, he bends his legs and slowly moves towards Mr. Chen.  I'm sorry to go straight for fear of not being respectful enough.  Shapi loves to fight dogs everywhere, as long as Mr. Chen yells, it immediately puts down its posture and walks over obediently, rubbing against his legs.  Later, Huang was too old, and when he finally passed away, Mr. Chen nailed a wooden box and sent him to the seaside for burial.

    In the backyard came a kitten that fell from the roof and could not walk. It was probably a baby born by a wild cat. It accidentally fell off when passing by our roof. Mr. Chen asked me to order some rice soup and some fish soup to feed it every day.  , this is an extremely cute cat, the whole body is gray and white, only the four hooves are snow-white.  It was a little bigger and could jump around us. Mr. Chen asked me to name it. After thinking about a few names, Mr. Chen finally chose the name "Treading Snow" first!  That's right, this was originally the name of the angelfish I raised. At that time, it was a pair of "Taxue" and "Xunmei".  This name is very appropriate for this cat, and I am very happy that the name "Treading Snow" can be continued.  A cat is extremely difficult to keep because of its reproductive problems.  One year after Taxue gave birth to four babies of different colors, she died in a fight with a snake while raising the baby. Mr. Chen searched for it for several days and waited anxiously for five days before finding the body of Taxue in the ditch.  After the burial, Mr. Chen told me not to raise her anymore, it was too sad.  Four baby cats were raised for the children, but unfortunately the cats were wild, and later disappeared due to various factors.

    Mr. Chen and I often put some millet on the stone table in the garden to watch the little sparrows come for food. Later, besides the sparrows, various birds I didn¡¯t know came.  We hid by the window and quietly watched them make various calls happily, just like people encountering unexpected surprises on the road, dancing and dancing, showing their happy mood in various ways.  At this moment, I will look at Mr. Chen very excitedly, and he also looks at me dotingly, gently wrapping me in his arms.

    When we decided to let the hens hatch their own chicks, Mr. Chen built a luxurious large henhouse for the hens, filled them with hay towels, marked the eggs with dates, and put a chicken coop within reach of the hens.  With a basin of water and a basin of feed, it can eat and drink enough without getting up.  The chicken coop is covered with shade cloth, and the door can be closed, so that other chickens cannot enter to grab food.  Every day, Mr. Chen and I take turns??Observation, Mr. Chen always leaves good meals for her every time, and there are often encouraging exchanges, which makes my children and I laugh.

    During the long twenty-three days, Mr. Chen ran over to me in the studio and said, "Do you think it's a success if there are chickens crowing?" I happily followed him to the yard.  He calmed me down so as not to scare the baby chicken.  Sure enough, two little guys with wet fluffy yellow and tender, chirping non-stop, the hen protected them under the wings, Mr. Chen gently opened the hen's wings to show me, it was amazing  !  After walking out of the chicken coop, he happily hugged me and kissed me on the tip of the nose and said, "The continuation of life is amazing! Wife, do we need to confine the mother chicken?"  I have to ask for a gold medal confinement wife!" He was taken aback by what I said, and he patted my head and said, "It shouldn't mind the gold medal confinement brother!" Dear Mr. Chen, why do I love you so much!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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