Golden Horse Adventure

Once upon a sunny afternoon, Old Wang was sitting in front of his computer, furrowing his brows, fingers flying across the keyboard. What was he doing? He was planning a monumental, earth-shattering layout!

Old Wang muttered to himself in front of the screen: “I am laying out the plan. A golden horse is about to be born. Please don’t disrupt my plans, unless you and I are on the same page, otherwise… heh heh.”

At that moment, his family’s stray dog named “Wangcai,” perhaps smelling the aroma of braised pork from Aunt Wang’s house next door, started barking wildly outside the window.

Old Wang was so startled that his hand trembled, and the mouse cursor accidentally clicked a mysterious button hidden for many years.

“Ding! Congratulations! You have triggered the ‘Golden Horse Birth’ program!”

Suddenly, a huge golden question mark popped up on the screen, followed by a flash of golden light that blinded Old Wang’s eyes (exaggeration for effect, in reality, the screen was just too bright).

As the golden light faded, Old Wang looked closely and almost fainted from shock.

He had been expecting a majestic, swift steed that could run a thousand miles a day, but what appeared on the screen was… a horse with a golden question mark on its head? No, upon closer inspection, it was clearly the… golden retriever that had gone missing from Old Li’s house next door!

That golden retriever had a huge, shining golden question mark on its head, looking at Old Wang with a confused expression, still holding a… bone in its mouth?

Old Wang stared in disbelief, pointing at the screen and stammering: “Is… is this the ‘Golden Horse’ I’ve been planning for so long?”

The “Golden Horse” seemed to understand, lowered the bone, and barked at Old Wang, then… let out a loud burp.

Old Wang instantly froze. His carefully crafted grand blueprint, his warning of “no return,” now seemed so ridiculous.

He sighed helplessly, looking at the dog still wagging its tail and the question mark on its head, thinking: Well, at least it’s a dog, and it can watch the house for me.

So, Old Wang said to the “Golden Horse” on the screen: “Alright, since you’re here, let’s be on the same page. But what’s with that question mark on your head?”

The “Golden Horse” tilted its head, and the question mark wobbled along, as if saying: “How should I know? I was just teleported here after waking up.”

From then on, in Old Wang’s “big layout,” there was an additional golden retriever with a question mark on its head, and the boastful words “unless you and I are on the same page, otherwise, no return” became a joke between him and the “Golden Horse.”

Whenever someone asked about the origin of this dog, Old Wang would always say mysteriously: “This is my ‘Golden Horse,’ it’s the result of my layout, understand?”

Meanwhile, the “Golden Horse” would silently chew on its bone, the question mark on its head shining in the sunlight, as if silently mocking this world full of the unknown and surprises. #Gate广场创作者新春激励