A Dog’s Self-Cultivation

Snarky, sickly music producer × lovesick, scheming, devoted lead singer

Rekindled romance

My take on a dog and its owner

Blurb:

After thousands of days and nights, Zhong Buyu was no longer human, and Yu Wangyi was no longer the person she used to be.

Their eyes met.

Zhong Buyu should have wanted to say something then, maybe curse her out, or go over and bite her a couple of times.

But Zhong Buyu did something incredibly stupid.

She glanced around, saw no one, then quickly turned around and spun in place, biting at her tail, before tilting her head gently.

Yu Wangyi didn’t move.

The wind suddenly rose, gusting with a roar. It sounded just like a day long ago, back in that ramshackle house.

It had been an afternoon like this, with weather just like this. The curtains had billowed and flapped as Yu Wangyi sulked.

Their little dog, Guolai, had hidden on the balcony, watching her sulk. Zhong Buyu held her and tried to cheer her up for ages, finally coaxing her into speaking.

What had she said back then?

She’d said, “Other people’s dogs come over for cuddles at a time like this. They even put on a little show to cheer their owners up. At the very least, they’ll spin in a circle. Look at that one!”

The wind kept blowing, turning all those sounds into ripples that swiftly vanished in the current of air. It was blowing away everything from the days when they were young, as if it would all soon cease to exist.

Yu Wangyi’s eyes still held a thin sheen of tears, but she smiled softly.

“In this day and age, being human is worse than being a dog.”

“What about you?”

“I want to be human.”

1. You can’t mend what’s broken if you don’t make up. If you can, there’s a surcharge.

2. Respect every dog, and respect every dog who wants to be human.

3. Being your ex’s dog is no easy job.

4. The first lesson ordinary people must learn after becoming nouveau riche.

5. Confidante, lover, friend, pet; owner, wife, closest friend, soulmate.

Don’t ask why it’s a real dog. When the false is taken for true, the true becomes false.

Don’t ask why the dog is this kind of dog. If I wrote a good dog, my career would be over.

Don’t ask which dog it is. What’s wrong with a dog challenging its fallen-from-grace owner and trying to become human again?

One-on-one, happy ending

Theme: The past is past. The present is the future.