A native-born Shanghaiian with a university professor, as suddenly the school built a branch in other cities this year, managed by his father, who was accompanied by his mother, who feared for his health.
Since he graduated from university, he had to work near Yang Po, and he had to move from Tsui to his home in an old district in Yangpo, Shanghai, which, because it was too old for city plans to be demolished, had moved many of his residents to other newly built districts.
As a result, there is now only a single single mother living on the sixth floor, an old couple living on the first floor and a single middle-aged mother living on the third floor.
Old couples living on the first floor remain largely closed because of their old district and the relatively small number of inhabitants, as well as the fact that doors are closed at the door of the unit.
They have a dog called a flower at home. It's over five years old. Very smart. The dog is basically lying in front of his house or on the stairs, and often crawls from the first floor to the seventh floor, and the whole building becomes a dog's playground.
Because it's the old neighborhood, all the doors are the old-fashioned doorknobs, and then you can break them with your hands. The flowers are very smart, and it sees people doing it, and it's made like a cannon, and it jumps up and presses the doorknob, and then turns the door by its own weight.
As a result, the three families in the building, including the residents of the neighbourhood, call flowers "dog detectives" to compliment their intelligence. And the flowers are not only smart, but also very well-behaved, and they never go out, lying down in the hall every day, running around in the building as if they were loyal building guards.
On that day, after working off duty, he came home with tired bodies, and just walked into the door of the building, and the flowers in the building came back, perhaps for a period of time familiar with each other, and he shook his tail with joy, and came and swung on the side of his pants.
Happily, he was a “single dog” himself, and he was happy to accept the gestures of the flower, so he came down and touched its head.
Since then, having thought that flowers had become good friends of their own, he had volunteered to buy some different kinds of dog food online, feeding them when he came home from work, and the flowers were smart, knowing that he had no malice and was happy to accept them. And the flowers are so bold that they often climb from the first floor to the sixth floor to come to the house and eat and play with toys, which, of course, are bought with pleasure.
On that day, when he came home from work earlier, he sat on the couch, opened the TV and watched the game, and in general, after a short period of time, the flowers would go in and jump on his couch and play with him.
But the day was different, and he watched a whole football game without flowers. He felt unconscious because when he went upstairs, he saw the door open on the first floor and the old husband and wife were playing cards with the aunt on the other street.
So he took the flashlight and started downstairs looking for flowers. As a matter of fact, he had not come out of the building and found himself lying there on the second floor at the entrance, with a pile of vomit next to it.
It's probably food poisoning or a disease, and he's not thinking, he's picking up flowers, he's on the first floor, he's meeting his master, Yang and Grandmother, and he says the flowers are sick. He knows that there's a pet hospital outside the district, and he's going to take them to a doctor.
Uncle Yang was dressed, and said to Huo-ren, "I'll go with you, young man. Thank you so much. You'll pay well for your love!"
After that, Mr. Yang went outside and rode on an electric car, and he cleaned a shared tram and put flowers in his backpack, carrying them behind his back and rushing to the pet hospital.
As a result, at the pet hospital, the doctor said the flowers were intestinal inflammation, prescribed some medication and said they would soon be well. When they came back, Mr. Yang and Mrs. Gordo began to take care of the flowers, and Joo-yun often came to see them, and soon the flowers would just rise up and run to the sixth floor, as usual, for fun.
As a result of this incident, Mr. Yang began to get close to each other, as the first floor often kept the door unlocked, and when they saw him coming back from work, they enthusiastically pulled his house, drank their secret sour soup and cold tea, and prepared for him snacks and snacks that young people liked.
The elderly are often given something they like, something they like, to be a family. On that day, Mr. Yang bought two Qingjiang fish in the market for food, and he was ready to show off, make a sugared vinegar fish and a steamed fish, and he called him down and tasted his crafts.
While the three men were eating with flowers, Yang's daughter and son-in-law married to Nanjing returned with their grandson, and saw a young man sitting in the house, who was one of them.
It is surprising that Uncle Yang's daughter didn't ask for a word or ask where he was and what he was doing, why he was at home, and said to Uncle Yang's mother and father, “Many young people are now taking the initiative of being close to the elderly, are generally unfriendly, are selling health care, or sneaking into shopping, and are not easily deceived.”
By the way, he stood up and laughed at Uncle Yang when he didn't say anything, and went up to his sixth floor.
A little while later, he heard an argument between his daughter and his daughter, and after a while, he saw his daughter-in-law driving away in a limo.
After a while, Mr. Yang came knocking on the door and brought a new sugared fish and said, "I'm so sorry, it's my bad, I haven't talked to my daughter about our neighborhood..."
And I smiled and said, "Nothing, Uncle Yang, thank you for the fish." Then he felt like he didn't know what to say and then he left after a moment of embarrassment.
From this day on, flowers and daily visits will be made, but no matter how warm Mr. Yang and Mrs. Goh, they will never enter his house again.
It was so cold that after more than six months, in winter, the flowers went to play every day to play, and then to their home. This evening, however, flowers were spent looking for a few different brands of dog foods and toys, as usual, and then turned on their own computers and prepared some of the data for processing overtime.
The flowers stayed with him for two hours and went home on their own, but by 1:00 a.m., it was strange that the door of his home continued to crack. Open the door and let him open the door.
If you think you're hungry, you bring out your usual dog food for flowers, but strangely, no matter what you give, it doesn't eat, but it bites his pants, turns around him, and seems very urgent.
It started without notice, but the flowers were so anxious, they kept barking at him and turning around. I'm sure Uncle Yang is in trouble. So he immediately stood up and came out with the flowers.
However, instead of returning to their homes, the flowers went outside the chess shop in the next neighborhood, because it was a little late at night, and there were no people on the road, and the chess shop was closed, just under a wall not far from the chess room, and Uncle Yang was crumbling around, sitting on the floor, white on the face and purple on the lips.
If you realize that Mr. Yang is suffering from an illness, you ask him quietly, and he uses his own finger in his pocket, without the strength to speak.
When you touched him in his pocket, you found a small bottle of quick-acting heart-saving pills, took them out for him, then you took out his cell phone and called him 120, which later eased his face, and took him to the hospital.
He stayed in the hospital with Uncle Yang until dawn, and she arrived in a hurry. Mrs. Gwok went to his brother's house this day to play cards, and when he returned, he had a heart attack, and the flowers waited for a long time before he went to the chess room to find his owner. She found him, and when she was not home, she went to Huo-run and saved him.
At that point, the daughter of Mrs. Gorgae arrived and learned that he had saved his father's father's life by the last time he said he had no peace of mind. He also paid the first-aid deposit and spent the night with him.
“This is what everyone should do, not thank me.”
Uncle Yang's daughter said, "I'm sorry about last time. You're welcome to visit my house."
"Thank you for your kindness and for letting strangers into the house. And your father, not my company, but you." After that, she took the deposit and left the hospital quietly...