Let go.

After two days of rain, today it's a little big. I don't like to play umbrellas. I just think about it in the rain and skip the water and go home. I got wet and went into the community, while walking, he often calls a few "beans". He just hopes that he will not be happy and know that someone else is jealous of him. Of course, the ghost knows whether he can hear it. I said it, just get used to it.

The door was taken naked and started cooking. If I had a bad hearing, I suddenly heard beans calling. This kind of feeling seems to be a habit, so I don't have to worry about it. Sorry, no. Is it true that he is homesick and cannot enter the unit iron gate to scream downstairs? I subconsciously looked up and looked out the window, heavy rain and black codoon. Keep cooking ......

No! It seems that it is not an illusion. I walked to the door, and the sound of opening the door was already obvious. I had to open the door, and there was no blocking. Then the call rushed in and looked down, doudou tried to get into the door while calling. Hahaha, I opened the door and he rushed in. Hey! I will give him a meal and pour it into the water. He is also a little rude, pull up the posture: Eat! One bowl is not enough. Try another bowl. Text message to friends and family members: Doudou is back for dinner, no suspense.

I finally got enough of him. I also finished my meal. He was very dirty and looked over. Fortunately, he didn't see any flea. Two days ago, he dropped the flea spirit. It should not have been much. I was too lazy to take a bath for him. I got my leg on the sofa and started to play with my computer. At a glance, he wanted to go to bed. "Go there, what bed is dirty !" He stepped down. Later, he came again. Forget it. Let's go to bed. So he found his fixed bed (bottom right corner), stretched out his waist, put his sleep, and slowly closed his eyes.

I looked at him and it felt so good. Memories ......

He left home for the first time a year ago. He was found out only half a month after I tried to call a flashlight in the middle of the night.Article"I did not dare to go over. I squatted on the grass. I opened my hands and looked at peas. I kept calling and lying down. I kept returning to me. I started to call and move forward, A few centimeters forward, finally approaching him. I am really worried that he will run away. What makes me happy is that when I am still less than one meter away from him, he got up and walked over and grabbed me. He hugged me and touched and kissed me. It stinks. Haha, haha, go home !"

In last August, he left home for the second time, and I wrote a pile of text: Doudou jumped to the building. And different tigers. And Ill. For the second time, I didn't mean to look for him, but kept shouting a few times before I went upstairs. That time, he took the initiative to go home one week later.

After that, I made a determination to give him freedom, and once again I was reluctant to give up until I spent a few months persuading myself to take the initiative to release his hand for the first time. This time, two days later, he went home. I didn't even know how he got into the automatically closed unit iron gate. I started to imagine: one person opens the door during the day, as long as it is not me, the bottom of the drilling machine, even if it is lying on me, I will judge whether there is anyone knocking on the door due to poor hearing.) I have never been afraid of hearing the beans, after one observation, I found that only this opportunity was allowed to enter the unit, so I rushed into the unit to hide in the basement, waiting for my footsteps (he could hear it ). When I entered the room, he went upstairs and knew that I was inside. He kept calling and knocking at the door until I finally heard and opened the door ......

I sat down on the couch and looked at the bed with various pose to show him comfortable ......
At that moment, I suddenly felt that I had learned one thing: Let go.
At that moment, I suddenly felt very release.
At that moment, I suddenly thought ......

Suddenly he found that he was not closed with all kinds of Pose. The eyes full of spirituality and human nature were completely different from those of wild cats. He suddenly wanted to know:

What are you thinking about?