Zhou Jinye tapped his finger on the back of the phone, and snorted coldly, "Hang up.
" At one point on the screen, Zhou Jinye ruthlessly hung up the call with a talk time of less than a minute.
As soon as Zhou Jinye put his phone down, he could see the adult hat he put on the desk - the red one, which took over his field of vision. As a result, no matter what Zhou Jinye is doing now, he can't help but look in that direction. He glanced at him, and then gave another sly smile.
He was in a surprisingly good mood today, better than the cloudless sky outside the window.
Zhou Jinye was a little thirsty and was going to pour a glass of water outside before continuing.
His footsteps stopped when he passed the dog food bowl. There were two bowls, one blue and one red. The red bowl was empty, but the blue bowl was still full.
Zhou Jinye's eyelids twitched, and the furry child taught by Lin Juexiao was very obedient. Both dogs only ate the dog food in their own bowls.
Now that means Ping Ping didn't eat much.
Zhou Jinye searched all over the living room, and finally found Pingping in the corner of the sofa and the wall, curled up quietly beside the wall.
The hair on the golden retriever's face will turn white as he gets older, and Zhou Jinye knew at the first sight of Pingping that the golden retriever was old.
Hearing his footsteps, Pingping only glanced at him feebly, but his eyes were still the same as before, without a trace of turbid purity.
Zhou Jinye inexplicably felt that it looked like a dying old man.
It is said that dogs can feel before they die of old age, and they can know that the scythe of the god of death is approaching it a little bit.
Zhou Jinye took a few deep breaths, ran into the room, and called Lin Juexiao.
His voice trembled because of anxiety: "Pingping didn't eat much today!"
Lin Juexiao seemed to be calm on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and finally answered in a low voice, "I see."
His voice was stronger than Zhou Jinye's . Still shaking, like a trembling scale, neither of them said a word, as if a taut thread was entangled between them.
Whoever speaks first will break that thin thread.
Lin Juexiao's voice was calmer than Zhou Jinye thought. He repeated it over and over again, as if to himself: "I see."
After he finished saying this, there was a busy tone on the phone, as if banging his head against the wall The echoes left behind.
Zhou Jinye listened to the busy tone for a while before putting the phone on the coffee table. He dragged the coffee table away so he could squeeze into the corner.
He squatted down, his flat eyelids closed at some point, his chest heaving, his breathing heavy.
Zhou Jinye knew that it was not asleep, so he reached out and touched it carefully. Lin Juexiao raised it too well, and its fur was soft and smooth.
He whispered, "Pingping."
Ping Ping ignored him. It has no physical strength to open its eyes, and can only close its eyes to raise its spirits.
Zhou Jinye didn't dare to touch it anymore, he was afraid of disturbing Pingping's rest, but he still squatted in the corner to accompany Pingping.
