On the day I picked up Su Niantang, there was a heavy rain that had not happened in ten years in the capital.
He was huddled in the muddy water, his white clothes covered in mud, and he was as thin as a puppy that had fallen into the water. In his coma, he clutched my cloak until his knuckles turned white, and he couldn't pull it away no matter what.
After waking up, he knelt in front of me, his eyes were red, and his voice was soft and soft: "General, Niantang can do anything. Niantang can serve the general for the rest of his life."
The whole capital said that I had picked up a good dog.
I believed it too.
Until one day, I caught him staring at the tea cup I had used. He held the celadon cup as if he was holding some holy object, put his lips against the spot where I had drank, and slowly pressed it on it.
Then he laughed.
I will never forget that smile in my life. It's not cute or docile, it's the hunter's satisfied, determined, almost crazy smile when he sees his prey stepping into the trap.
He caught me looking. No panic, no explanation, just tilted his head, looked at me with those wet almond eyes, and said softly——
"General, you finally saw Nian Tang."
Later I learned that he had been waiting for this life for a long time.
Concept: Love is the ultimate possession and willing taming