"Is that really Dahuang, the same dog we saw earlier today?"
Xiaoyou climbed down from Brother Tai’s shoulder, unable to believe what he was seeing. He had always loved puppies, and even though Dahuang and the others had acted quite fiercely today, he hadn't been afraid at all.
Back when he was still being pushed in his wheelchair to the park to soak up the sun, the other children wouldn't play with him. They looked down on him because he couldn't walk and because of the burdensome wheelchair, so they never wanted to include him. Only the stray dogs in the park would lie down beside his wheelchair and sleep through countless warm, lazy afternoons. They would even happily trot alongside him, full of energy. It was just a pity that after one winter, he never saw them again.
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