Pet King

Feng Mu, who was eliminated, looked very fierce, especially when it was heard that some dogs were eliminated because of poor obedience, which made Feng Xuan's heart even more so he saw these dogs very much listen to Lao Yang's instructions, and I heard that Lao Yang was also a trainer before, so I had the idea to invite this person to help.

Lao Yang went back to the dormitory to change clothes. Feng Xuan and Zhang Zi'an discussed: "Xiao Zhang, look at these dogs. How many of them are better? Should you pick them?"

Zhang Zi'an suggested: "Guide Feng, I think the more the better, we might as well bring them all together. Don't we still have a few big scenes shot? Didn't we go to the frontier for the practice meeting, and the last award for merit? The ceremony requires a lot of dogs to play at the same time. I'll figure it out, our existing dogs don't seem to be enough ... "

Feng Xuan nodded. These shots were originally intended to go to the police dog brigade to temporarily lease some dogs to complete, but considering that the firework division Guan Biao's incident has delayed a lot of time, it is very troublesome to go through the formalities again. .

"Okay, that's it. Comrade Lao Han, we want all these dogs." He said to Lao Han.

Old Han promised, anyway, these dogs are useless to keep.

The opinion of the base's superior leaders was to give these dogs to the crew free of charge, but Feng Xuan insisted on paying some money.

Lao Yang came over after changing clothes. He and his assistants brought the staff together with some police officers to help load these Demu together with the cages and transport them back to the crew after they were transported to the crew. The stainless steel cage has rollers at the bottom for easy transportation.

Unable to hold repeated invitations from old Koreans, Feng Xuan and Zhang Zi'an took Feimas to the base cafeteria for lunch, a very ordinary home-cooked meal. During the meal, other police officers and trainers who were eating in the cafeteria sometimes glanced at them, especially Feimas, whispering something.

When Han changed his attitude of contempt before, he even diligently asked Zhang Zi'an if he wanted to bring a beer. After being rejected by Zhang Zi'an, he asked indiscriminately-where did Feimas come from?

Zhang Zi'an had guessed from the time he persuaded him to drink. It was unprofitable and too early. It must be the words of Lao Yang that moved him, so it was like answering Professor Wei Kang and President Wu Mingzhen. No matter what the other person asked, he insisted on Feima. Steve picked it up ... Any other way of answering will be traced to its roots.

Feimas is obviously not the German Shepherd of this era, closer to their old ancestors than the Wolf of this era. Zhang Zi'an once heard that in order to cope with the overall degradation of German herdsmen, some police dog research institutes are even experimenting with German herds to mate with wolves in order to make the small German herds born more ancestral, otherwise they will not be able to survive. Demu may really want to withdraw from the police world completely in 1949 and be replaced by other more suitable dog breeds.

After lunch hastily, the old Korean took them to the gate of the base, and the crew's vehicle was ready to go, waiting for Zhang Zi'an and Feng Xuan to arrive.

Lao Han also enthusiastically said a few words, if nothing happened, Feng Xuan could come to the base for help at any time. Don't hesitate, the base will go all out to lend a helping hand. Feng Xuan responded casually.

Then, after the old confession was completed, the old Han returned to the base. Zhang Zi'an was about to follow Feng Xuan to get in the car, but he saw Feimas staring directly at the base entrance, so he followed it.

A figure came out slowly from the inside of the base. Due to the mottled tree shadow and the obstruction of the electric fence gate at the door of the base, the figure's appearance was a bit fuzzy. I only knew that he was a thin young man wearing plain clothes and carrying a person who was not his figure. Too big contrast bags, look top-heavy.

The police dog base is not open to the public. People in Zhang Zi'an, whether they are wearing casual clothes or police uniforms, move and walk in a vigorous manner, with a unique niche for soldiers and police. However, the pace of this figure is very leisurely. It is like walking with a lover or a child in the forest, shaking one step at a time. After counting the time when the old Korean parted and chilling, it is not too long. People walked for twenty minutes before they finished.

There are no lovers or children around him, only an adult German shepherd. De Mu held another huge hand luggage in his mouth, as if he had foreseen it, he also walked very slowly, and stopped to turn back from time to time, as if he might return with the luggage at any time.

Even if you go slowly, this road has finally come to an end.

The figure stopped at the gate of the base, only one step across the sliding track of the electric iron fence gate, just under the eyes of the guard on duty. Just one more step forward, he left the base, but he stopped.

His face was black and red due to the long-term sun exposure, but he can still see that he is not young, that is, in his twenties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he has a short board.

De Mu saw that he had finally stopped completely, and was glad to turn around and walked back with his luggage, but he was caught by the luggage belt.

"Just here, the storm." He said in a mellow foreign voice, "give me your luggage, you go back."

De Mu, named Feng Feng, was suddenly mad, dragging his luggage and pulling in. The man caught off guard and was dragged back by the storm for several steps.

"Matsuguchi! Storm! Matsuguchi!" He commanded aloud, meanwhile bending over his back like a tug of war, shifting his center of gravity backwards, his feet standing back and forth, and competing with the storm for luggage.

The storm did not listen to his orders at all. His sharp canine teeth gnawed at the luggage belt, let him sip, and stared at his neck, his life was not slack, with a fierce vigor of Saburo.

After all, human strength is not as good as a dog. He was dragged back step by step, slower than when he came, and it was about the same speed as a snail. They are all tense.

"Matsuguchi! Storm! Luggage belt is about to break!" He cried.

The armed police on duty were like woodcarved clay sculptures, staring straight ahead, turning a blind eye to the scene that took place under their eyelids.

"Dola", as he expected, the nylon luggage belt could not help pulling, and finally torn from the middle. He didn't have time to hold back, took a few more steps towards the base doorway, and fell on a buttock that was not too heavy.

He supported the ground and wanted to stand up, but there was a cold touch under his hand, and he looked down, pressing his hand exactly on the sliding track of the electric fence door-back to the starting point before the tug-of-war.

The storm seemed like a victory. He took his luggage and walked briskly for a few steps, looked back at him, ran a few steps, and looked back at him again, as if he was urging him to keep up.

The distance between a person and a dog increased, and he never kept up, or even stood up. He just sat on the ground quietly, looking at it calmly.

He untied the large backpack behind him, threw it on the ground in front of him, and said softly, "I'm leaving, storm. Even if you run away with your luggage, I will leave."

No matter how he ordered the storm that was not sighing just now, when he heard this sentence, he seemed to have lost all his strength and opened his mouth involuntarily. With a dull sound and rising dust, the luggage slammed to the ground.

The assistant saw Zhang Zi'an and Feng Xuan not getting on the car, and came over and asked, "Guide Feng, shall we wait for someone?"

"Wait a second." Feng Xuan waved and said, "Wait a second."

Lao Yang, who had changed into a wrinkled police uniform, was probably addicted to smoking, and jumped out of the co-pilot's seat of the truck, walked over, and narrowed his eyes.

"It's Cui Yi ... It turned out that this boy's turn was retired, and he was crying homesick when he first arrived. It's been a few years now."

Lao Yang reclined on the car door, lit a cigarette that Feng Xuansai gave him, took a deep breath, and said as usual.

One person and one dog stared at each other at a distance of about 20 meters, as if fighting for patience and perseverance.

No one spoke at the door of the quiet police dog base, only the sound of rustling pine waves passed by his ears.

Cui Yi unzipped the large backpack, took out a bag of roasted chicken in a vacuum package, tore it open and spread it out, took a chicken leg and shook it to the storm.

The storm blew for a moment, but did not come, as if fearing that the luggage he was guarding was missing.

"I won't run away secretly." Cui Yi smiled and lifted the large backpack and threw it a little further.

The storm turned a few laps in situ, as if it was very difficult, sticking out his tongue and not knowing what to do, should he trust him?

"Come and eat. The last time you feed you, you won't be able to eat without it."

He shook his chicken legs again.

The storm carefully opened his legs, took a few steps, stopped, and looked back to see if the luggage was still there. After grinding for a long time, he came to his side, lowered his nose and sniffed the chicken legs. Oropharynx.

Cui Yi turned around in the direction of the chicken leg, and the storm ate another piece of meat.

He fumbled a few times from his pants pocket, pulled out a tissue, wrapped the chicken bones, and scooped another chicken leg.

"Eat slowly, there is still something to be done."

After the two chicken legs were fed, he tore off another piece of chicken breast and held it in his palm to feed it. The storm's tongue rolled up and rolled the chicken breast into his mouth, leaving a moment of warmth in his palm.

Soon, all the torn meat from the roast chicken was fed to the storm, and Cui Yi was afraid to feed the part with thin bones, for fear of the bones getting stuck in his throat.

He wiped his hands with a paper towel, wrapped around the storm's neck like a good buddy, and said to it:

"The storm, I'm leaving. The new trainer Li Yongping is good. You have to cooperate with him. You can't play as hard as I did when I first arrived. You must be active, give more tasks, and win awards. You Little bastard, this is the mark you left for me at that time, and it will never go away in my life. "

He rolled up the sleeve of his left hand, exposing a round scar on his left forearm, it was a tooth mark, and it was hard to imagine how bitter it was, it must be blood flow.

"I hit you, scolded you, and you bit me during training. It's a draw between us, but if you dare to bully the new trainer and don't listen to his orders, I won't spare you! Listen do you understand?"

The storm sobbed awkwardly and licked his scar.

"Know what's wrong? Just know what's wrong. You have to protect Li Yongping when you are out of the mission, and also protect yourself, retire healthily ... When you retire, I will apply to the organization to try to adopt you, listen It is said that police dogs who have made great contributions are more likely to be adopted by individuals ... "

Cui Yi doesn't seem to be a messy person, but she seems to have endless words. From life to training to tasks, everything is told in every detail, for fear of storming the basket after leaving. Speaking of which, he always choked as usual, and finally choked, and after a long night he managed to sort out his mood again.

The storm never saw him like this. He was restless and anxious, turned his head to stare at his large backpack, and tried to drag him into the base, but was clenched by his strong arms, unable to move, and afraid to resist. .

At this time, another young man in police uniform walked from the base, didn't approach, and kept watching from afar, probably this is the new trainer Li Yongping.

Cui Yi wiped his corner of the eye fiercely and made a gesture to Li Yongping.

Li Yongping walked slowly and walked very slowly. He walked out of the base and reached out to stop a taxi.

"Storm, I'm leaving, and I will miss the train again later. You follow Li Yongping, remember what I said just now, do you understand?" Cui Yi took the collar that Storm had been using from her bag and put it around her neck At the same time, he pulled a traction rope and motioned for Li Yongping to come and hold the rope.

The strap of the hand luggage was torn, Li Yongping picked it up and clamped it under his arm, and brought Cui Yi over.

Cui Yi solemnly handed the traction rope to Li Yongping's hand, "The storm will be given to you in the future."

"I will take good care of it!" Li Yongping nodded vigorously and handed his luggage to him.

Cui Yi stared at her eyes, gritted her teeth and said, "I believe in you, leave, goodbye!"

"Take care! Good luck!" Li Yongping said.

Cui Yi stooped and patted the top of the storm for the last time, resolutely turned and raised his leg across the sliding track of the electric fence door.

With this step, he is no longer a member of the police dog training base.

When his footsteps stepped **** the outside of the track, Li Yongping, who was holding the storm, and the armed police on duty, who had been like woodcarving clay sculptures, saluted to his back!

Cui Yi did not look back, but from Zhang Zi'an's point of view, he could see that he had already shed tears.

He packs his big backpack and handbag into the trunk of the taxi, then stretches out the door and sits in the car.

The storm suddenly barked and dragged out with a tow rope.

Li Yongping seemed to be unguarded, not to tighten the rope, or to catch up.

The storm rushed to the side of the taxi, and the man stood up, two front paws grabbing the window and staring at Cui Yi. Except for returning to their hometown on New Year's Day, they have always been inseparable when they left the base. It seems to be asking, why not take me?

Cui Yi's tears burst out, and he opened the door and hugged the storm tightly.

"Storm! Storm!"

He was chanting its name over and over, and could not speak any other words.

Feimas and Zhang Zi'an and others watched this scene quietly.

After a long time, the taxi driver had waited impatiently, but did not dare to urge.

"Oh!"

Lao Yang threw his cigarette **** on the ground, stepped out, strode over, and patted Cui Yi's shoulder, "It's time to go."

"Master Yang ..." Cui Yi opened his dim eyes and recognized him.

Lao Yang took out a crumpled handkerchief and handed it to him, "Wipe away the tears."

Cui Yi blushed and took the handkerchief, rubbed it on his face, and returned the handkerchief, "Thank you, Master Yang, for you to see a joke ..."

Lao Yang put his handkerchief back in his pocket and said indifferently, "This joke, I have seen so much."

"Come on," Lao Yang urged. "Don't delay the train. The train doesn't wait."

"Sit!" Cui Yi held the storm and issued the last password to it.

The storm obediently squatted on the ground.

Cui Yi returned to the car, closed the door, and said to the driver master, "Train station, thank you."

The exhaust pipe emitted a faint exhaust, and the driver ignited the taxi, stepping on the accelerator, and gradually accelerated.

The storm stunned, and then ran away, chasing away to the taxi.

Cui Yi leaned his head out of the rear window and waved and shouted, "Storm! Go back! I will come to pick you up when you also retire!"

The storm did not stop, chasing after, desperately chasing, but farther and farther away from the taxi.

The taxi goes faster and faster, but it runs slower and slower when the physical energy is consumed quickly ...

When the taxi disappeared at the end of the field of vision, it finally stopped, squatted on the ground, and stared into the distance as if lost ground.

At some point, Lao Yang has come to it, leaned over, picked up the traction rope, and gently pulled it, "Let's go, the storm, let's go back."

The storm raised his head and looked at Lao Yang, sobbing, he was led towards the base, stepped back three times, as if expecting his master to change his mind, and suddenly turned back.

"Don't watch, you don't see him coming back again." Lao Yang put a lot of energy into his hands. "Even if the boy ate the bear heart leopard and dared to come back, I will carry him back into the car."

The storm seemed to understand him, and bowed his head sadly.

"You have heard everything he said before ~ ​​www.readwn.com ~ Do your best, fight for meritorious services, and after you leave the army, you still have a chance to be together." Old Yang said, "But if you dare to play with your temper, don't do it , You will never see him again ... Rest assured, in a few years, time passed in a blink of an eye. When I first saw him, he was still a fluffy boy, and you were still a pup! All these years ... "

While hesitating, he took the storm back to the door of the base. In front of the wood-carved clay policeman on duty, he plugged the traction rope back into Li Yongping's hands, sternly reprimanding: "What do you want? The transfer is such a transfer Do you want to go to the cooking class like me? "

Li Yongping bowed his head.

"Funny!" Lao Yang scolded, "Hurry back!"

Li Yongping saluted him, and returned to the base with the storm still taking three steps.

Lao Yang scolded back, grinning, and said angrily: "Let's go, the show is over!"

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