The Prince of Jin said somewhat apologetically, "It must be because I always mention that sandalwood shirt from the Prince of Min's Residence that you remember it."
He should have realized that Tang Zhuyun might be afraid of dogs.
Tang Zhuyun: "Afraid of dogs? I'm not!"
She's not afraid of dogs; she's only afraid of trouble.
In her past life, her best friend Ren Yingying raised a Shar Pei, calling it "son" every day, but treating it like a father.
What her son can't eat pork, he has to eat beef; what he can't eat chocolate... Tang Zhuyun, a person who doesn't own a dog, is very familiar with all of this.
Dogs shed, Shar-Peis aren't too bad; but their eating, drinking, and toileting all require attention, don't they?
Tang Zhuyun felt that the most enjoyable thing about her vacation was lying in bed all day without going out; the thought of going out to walk the dog was enough to deter her.
She was lazy, while Ren Yingying was naturally energetic, like she was on steroids, and a fierce girl, so there was nothing she wouldn't try.
Ren Yingying enthusiastically recommended that Tang Zhuyun get a dog.
"With our income, we can afford to support Xiaobai, but he's not as loyal as a dog!"
Tang Zhuyun: "I don't keep anything, and I don't need anyone to be loyal to me."
Now she just wanted to tell Ren Yingying that no Xiaobai could compare to the loyal and charming Prince of Jin!
Xiaobai could do, the Prince of Jin could do even better; Prince of Jin could even support her!
Thinking of this, Tang Zhuyun couldn't help but kiss Prince of Jin.
Prince of Jin: "Do you want it? Hold on a little, I'm actually finding it quite difficult to hold back either."
Tang Zhuyun: You big dummy!
Is a bed etched in your head?
"I was just thinking about a good friend from before," Tang Zhuyun said irritably. "She'll probably cry for me."
Once, the two of them would snuggle together on the sofa, eating junk food and watching TV. When they saw a funeral on TV, Ren Yingying suddenly said, "What if we both died? Wouldn't there be no one to cry with?"
Tang Zhuyun: "No, let's see who dies first. I think our friendship is such that we can still cry for each other."
Ren Yingying nodded in agreement, and then let her imagination run wild, imagining what kind of tombstone and epitaph she would want after she died.
Tang Zhuyun could only roll her eyes.
She admitted that she didn't have Ren Yingying's boundless imagination.
She was a bookworm and a very honest general practitioner, but Ren Yingying was a slashie (someone with multiple jobs/careers).
Ren Yingying is a doctor and a writer of erotic novels, but the latter identity is purely for releasing her pent-up hormones.
Ren Yingying retorted confidently, "We're not going out on dates, so what if we just chat on YY?"
Not only did she indulge in her own fantasies, but she also led her readers across the world to do the same, truly acting as a benefactor to all living beings.
Tang Zhuyun: Should I give you this silly little archway?
Sand sculptures paired with sand skin—a perfect match!
Tang Zhuyun never expected that she would die so quickly, and in such a tragic way.
I wonder if Ren Yingying, that silly, artsy girl, would cry or mercilessly mock her when she stood before her tombstone.
Forget it, don't go see her. She's doing fine.
Let Ren Yingying remain single with pride.
Tang Zhuyun lay flat on the grave of marriage, and lay there contentedly, her heart still fluttering with spring fever.
The Prince of Jin was somewhat surprised. "Your friend?"
Tang Zhuyun felt a pang of sadness as she recalled the past—she had said goodbye to that world completely, hence her somewhat fierce tone.
"What, can't I even have a friend?"
The Prince of Jin patted her head. "I've never heard you mention this before, why did you suddenly think of it?"
"She also owns a Shar Pei."
Tang Zhuyun also started to miss Dog Meat, even though she had previously disliked its appearance.
"Then..." The Prince of Jin guessed that she missed where she came from, but knowing nothing about it, he could only tentatively ask, "Do you want to go back?"
"There's no going back," Tang Zhuyun said in a muffled voice. "Besides, someone like me who values romance over friendship can't go back for her, can I?"
The Prince of Jin reacted slightly, then couldn't help but laugh out loud.
So, in your eyes, I'm not exactly handsome after all.
"You are erotic."
The Prince of Jin chuckled softly, then ruffled her hair. "It's getting late, go to sleep."
Although Tang Zhuyun wasn't very sleepy, she knew that Prince of Jin was tired after a long day and should sleep, so she closed her eyes and pretended to doze off in his arms.
All she could think about was her superficial friendship with Ren Yingying.
The two actually met after they started working together.
They were both in the same hospital, but in different departments.
Tang Zhuyun is the youngest and most promising surgeon in the hospital. Ren Yingying's mother was diagnosed with a terminal illness and asked Tang Zhujun to perform the surgery. The two met and later became good friends.
The two share similar values, are both unmarried at an advanced age, and are both quirky and carefree, but Tang Zhuyun is more serious and composed—relatively speaking, while Ren Yingying is like a wild horse that has broken free.
The two went to a trendy restaurant together, watched variety shows together, and argued over their favorite younger brothers; they even traveled the Sichuan–Tibet Route together, their car broke down, and the two oddballs pushed the car together, eventually pushing it into a ditch...
Memories of a past life that seemed to have vanished still shimmer in the distance.
For example, friendship; even now, thinking about it brings a smile to my face.
Yingying, I hope you are doing well.
Ren Yingying: I'm not okay, I'm about to explode on the spot!
She now has only one question: can you still keep a dog that's fallen into a cesspool?
Dog Meat is getting more and more outrageous. Staying up in the middle of the night, they went to the outhouse to play and even got themselves into the latrine.
Now Ren Yingying wants to throw it away!
But even the wicked old society had its advantages, namely, it had many servants.
So when Ren Yingying saw the Dog Meat's miserable state, she gave an order, and half an hour later the Dog Meat was delivered, soaking wet, but at least it had been cleaned up.
Ren Yingying dismissed everyone, then struck the edge of the brazier with a paperweight and cursed, "Why would you choose to eat shit when you can just eat perfectly good meat! Have you forgotten your place now that you're here?"
You're a dog that eats meat!
You've already changed your ancestors' habit of eating excrement!
How did we end up back in ancient times, and even regressed to our ancestral ways?
It's infuriating!
Qu Nian didn't want to talk or pay attention to anyone.
From today onwards, it's a dog that's been killed in the police force!
At night, when it feels the urge to urinate, it instinctively crawls out to find a tree to relieve itself.
But as Qu Nian lifted his hind leg, it suddenly occurred to him that he wasn't a dog, he was a person!
What about dignity?
Pick it up from the ground!
Then Qu Nian, with his legs clenched, endured the urge to urinate until he reached the outhouse.
But he can't fix this body.
I do the splits, I slowly move backward, I aim, I...
With a "plop," I fell into the latrine!
The above is the entire emotional journey and process of this tragedy. If there are any similarities, then one should not feel so desperate.
Qu Nian just wanted to dig a crack in the ground, crawl into it, and end his dog life.
If he had known it would turn out like this, he would have just peed against the tree! Then there wouldn't have been the subsequent tragedy.
However, it's never been better to know beforehand.