Xiaobai entered the house, turned all the rooms first, inspected the terrain, and finally squatted at the kitchen door, raised his head, smiled with a pleasing dog, looked at his mother with a long eyes, and made a "wuloo-lu" sound from time to time.

My mother looked stern and ignored her, as if she didn't hear it.

My father likes small animals. After retirement, he clamored to raise a dog many times, but my mother refused to let him raise it. The reason is: it is like a 'black boy' back then. If he dies, the whole family will be sad for a long time.

If my mother disagrees, my father dares not raise her.

“Is it a border herder?”

"Yes."

"The bloodline is impure. However, the circle of mane on the neck is very beautiful, not dyed, right? Now, the ratio of black and white is very good, the appearance is pretty good, and the color of the hair will not change after the hair fades. Then it will grow into a mighty and handsome big dog like a lion."

"The silver mane on the neck is not dyed. I asked the professionals in the pet store, and they said it was a mutation. Also, when Xiaobai grew up and faded, the hair color would definitely change, but it would not be too big. The handsome silver mane on the neck would not be missing, but the body might have a color, but it could be dyed."

"Dye? Dogs can dye their hair these days."

"Humans and dogs are equal."

"Sarcastic! Where did you learn the tune?"

"Aren't you sarcastic first? What's wrong with the dog's hair dyeing?"

The father and son sat in the living room, and as they talked, they had a conflict.

"What's wrong with you two?" The kitchen mom said, asking, "Xiaoxi, why do you think of raising a dog? You can't even raise yourself day by day."

“…”

Is this what my mother said?

Today is here to celebrate my birthday, not to quarrel.

Liu Xishui calmly replied: "I am writing a book about pet dogs recently, buying a dog, and looking for inspiration."

"Dog? What's the best thing to write about?" My mother muttered, "You'd better find a serious job. Donglin's company is the idea you gave him. Now it's getting better and better. You just go to work. You must be fine if you go to management, right?"

"Zhou Guiying! Are you confused? What is Liu Donglin's bastard doing? He will go in sooner or later!" My father got angry and turned to Liu Xishui and said:

"I have no big objection to you playing with that fat man Liu Beiwang. Although the little fat man is useless, he is not bad at heart. Who is Liu Donglin? Robbery, stealing, counterfeit and shoddy, speculating, and he has never done anything evil? What money does he earn? Black-hearted money! You dare not learn well, you dare to mingle with him, I will break your leg."

"Oh, you don't need to teach me. I know what I know." Liu Xishui was powerless to cry for justice.

"What do you think?" My father became more and more angry as he spoke, and said, "Liu Donglin is not a good person, he is very unscrupulous. If you hang out with him, you will kill you sooner or later!"

"Okay. OK. Listen to you."

I couldn't continue chatting this day, so Liu Xishui moved his seat, sat farther away, took out his cell phone and looked around. He mixed up and left quickly after lunch.

"Xiaobai, come here." Dad clapped his hands and called.

"Ao~Ao~" Xiaobai ran to his mother's feet, rubbed his calf intimately, stretched his neck and shouted twice.

"Go away!" My mother waved her knife to drive away.

"Woo~" Xiaobai ran away from the kitchen with his tail between his legs. He ran back to the living room, jumped onto the sofa and leaned against Liu Xishui, glanced at his cell phone, and made a "woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Liu Xishui picked up the remote control, turned on the TV, and flipped to the children's channel.

Xiaobai stared straight and quickly got into the show.

My father looked at Liu Xishui who was rummaging through his phone, and his eyes were frozen on Xiaobai, who was still grinning from time to time.

"Will this puppy watch cartoons?"

“Very smart.”

"How many months have you been?"

"The boss who sells dogs said he was only three months old, and he was probably four or five months old. After professional training, he could understand various instructions."

"Xiaobai, come here." Dad clapped his hands and called again.

Xiaobai glanced at him sideways, unwilling to pay attention.

My dad got into the kitchen and walked out with a large piece of half-cooked beef.

"Ao~Woo~"

Xiaobai rushed off the sofa with a whoosh and ran to his father's feet.

"Xiaobai, squat down."

Xiaobai bent his hind legs, squatted upright, sticking out his tongue, shaking his tail, and flatteringly pleasing.

"Okay, stand up."

Xiaobai stands well.

“Jump one.”

Xiaobai jumped up and accurately took away the meat from his father's hand, swallowed it in one bite. After waiting for two seconds, he saw that his father was not moving, so he raised his grasp and pointed it at the kitchen, prompting him to get some more.

"What a clever little guy! You've bought the right thing to do with this dog."

My dad ran into the kitchen happily.

"Liu Yiyuan, you can take my blame again!" My mother was angry.

"Your grandson is so hungry, give it some food first." The father said humbly.

"That's your grandson! Go out, go out, don't make trouble for me."

...

Dad walked out of the kitchen with his meat twisted.

Xiaobai jumped up cheering, jumped around his father, and then teased him for a while and completely stuck to his father.

"I just said that raising a dog is better than raising a son. At least it is close to people."

Dad muttered, rubbing Xiaobai's dog head and asked:

"Xiaoxi, you said you are writing a pet dog book?"

"Yes." Liu Xishui replied.

"Actually, it's good to write something close to life. What's the name?" my father asked.

""Rebirth into a Dog"" Liu Xishui replied.

The whole world opposes the writing, but my dad has always firmly supported it. My dad likes prose and poetry. After retirement, he occasionally writes some articles and submits manuscripts to some literary journals, but has never successfully published it. He is a real old flop, the kind who is even worse than Liu Xishui.

"The title of the book doesn't sound serious, and it probably doesn't write anything serious." My father was unhappy, and hugged Xiaobai with one hand and picked up his cell phone with the other.

Xiaobai stared at his cell phone with a straight eye.

"Born Bai Shuiwen." My dad looked at it for a while and commented without hesitation.

The atmosphere in the living room gradually became solemn.

"Ao~Woo~" Xiaobai let out a cry of wistful cry, broke away from his father's arm, ran into the kitchen with his tail clamped.

"Plause!"

"You still copy this kind of thing?"

"Bastard! You are not even as good as a dog!"

Dad Thunder Ting was furious and stood up, trembling all over, pointing at Liu Xishui's nose and cursing:

"Nothing happening!"

"Get out of here! Get out of this house!"

Liu Xishui was stunned, shocked and regretful.

Why did my dad even touch Feilu.com? Have you looked through the comment section?

Before leaving, I brought a wave of rhythm with the book friend group in the comment section of "Rebirth into a Cat". This point is definitely a group of indignant readers who went to the book review section of "Rebirth into a Dog", and there must be many high-quality readers who greet their families cordially.

Liu Xishui has long seen through the world and is fearless.

My dad is not good. His life has been mediocre and accomplished nothing. Therefore, at this age, he has become increasingly noble and cannot tolerate any sand. After reading the comments, his anger has increased rapidly and he has exploded directly.

"The first time I wrote this kind of article... I don't know how to write it..."

Liu Xishui was guilty of being a thief and hesitated to explain:

"This is not called plagiarism, imitation, I will just say that I can imitate other people's plot conception routines... Strictly speaking, it is considered a reference..."

"Learn from it? You still have the face to refute!" Dad lifted up his sleeves, looked around, looking for weapons.

"What's wrong? So what's wrong? Xiaoxi is going home to celebrate your birthday, so you can't calm down for a while?" My mother walked out of the kitchen with a colander.

"You gave birth to a bastard son."

"Give me the spoon, I have to knock him to death today."

"Ao~Ao~" Xiaobai's fierce cry suddenly sounded in the kitchen.

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To be continued...