After Gu Ya's death, his soul was particularly angry at the yellow dog that bit him, so his bad relationship with the yellow dog could not be resolved. Many years later, a man named Weiba appeared in Weizhuang. He played with a little white dog every day and seemed happy. In fact, who knows and who can believe that Weiba's previous life was ancient times. Hey, the little white dog was his yellow dog in his previous life. Because they are enemies and creditors, they are reunited in this life.
Enemies, relatives and creditors are all ignorant beings. They lack rationality on a macro scale and are good and bad on a micro scale. They are emotional. When they are good, they treat you as a treasure, but when they are bad, they abandon you like a worn shoe. This is the relationship between Weiba and the little white dog.
That time, Weiba was about to feed the dog. He picked up a piece of pork with chopsticks and threw it into a small wooden bowl specially designed for dogs. Suddenly, a pot of water boiled, and a layer of white-hot mist appeared. The lid of the pot It's almost going to overturn.
Weiba panicked, so he grabbed the button of the pot and was about to pour the boiling water into the warm water bottle on the table. Just when he was about to take off the bottle cap, the little white dog was so greedy that he couldn't wait any longer. , rushed over at once, trying to take away the meat that Weiba had picked on the chopsticks and that had not yet been placed in the small wooden bowl.
This was terrible, Weiba's hand holding the button of the pot trembled, the spout tilted, and the hot water poured on the little white dog's head, making a sizzling sound. The little white dog rolled on the ground in pain and let out sharp, wailing screams for a long time, one long and one short, like a howl for the whole day.
A piece of skin on its head was cooked, and the hair on it fell off. It refused to eat any more meat given by Weiba. It ate a little the next day and stopped barking. The skin on its head blistered and festered as if sulfuric acid had been poured on it. Moreover, the little white dog's head bounces mechanically every four or five seconds, like nodding frequently, which is very ugly. This is undoubtedly because the brain nerves were scalded by boiling water, which caused such sequelae.
Weiba thought that the little white dog's illness would be cured after some time. Unexpectedly, after more than half a month, the burnt area on its head was healed, but a small scimitar-shaped scar was left on it, which could no longer grow. Hairy. It didn't matter. What Weiba cared about and couldn't understand was that the little white dog's head still nodded mechanically every four or five seconds. Obviously, the sequelae that turned it into a disabled dog would never be cured. This made Weiba Tomoe was frustrated. He no longer wanted the dog. One cloudy morning, Weiba took the dog to a distant town and lost it, while he returned on a tractor.
The little white dog became an abandoned dog. It was very obedient, wagging its tail and following anyone who called it. But when someone calls it, it comes close to it, but doesn’t want it, and stamps its foot in a resistive manner, or roars, and the little white dog timidly stops, turns around and walks away, continuing its wandering as a disabled dog. career.
Once, a young man named Zhang Zi decided to call him all the way home to feed him, hoping that if he fed him a little longer, the sequelae of his mechanical nodding would be cured. Unexpectedly, it never got better, and Zhang Zi didn't like him very much.
That afternoon, Zhang Zi took the cattle to the north of the village to graze. When he went out, the little white dog followed him wagging his tail. Walking all the way to the foot of the mountain, there is a winding canal. Although there is no large water, there is a stream of more than a foot wide flowing slowly at the bottom of the canal.
The cattle passed by as soon as they drove, and the people passed by as soon as they raised their legs, but the little white dog couldn't jump over it. It was nodding mechanically and frequently. Zhang Zi was unhappy when he saw it, and then he saw it go to the bottom of the ditch and jump. But it was a narrow gully, and I stood on a rock eager to try, but finally didn't dare to jump.
Zhang Zi, who was a little upset, took a bamboo pole about two meters long in his hand and lifted the little white dog's butt. It still didn't take advantage of the momentum to jump over. Zhang Zi used the bamboo pole to lift its butt upwards. The little white dog had just climbed onto the ditch, but its entire body was wet except for its head and back.
It can't pass through such a narrow ditch. It can be seen that the little white dog is not only disabled in the head, but also in the body. Zhang Zi observed carefully and found that the little white dog is at least four or five months old, which is half an adult. A dog, if it is a healthy dog, can easily jump over the ridge at the bottom of the ditch. Even if the toes may get wet, the fur on the body will not get wet at all.
Zhang Zi regretted that he should not have called this disabled dog home to keep and play with. Because it could not recover, he found it not fun and even made him sick when he saw it. When Zhang Zi saw this disabled coward, he wanted to beat it to death with the bamboo pole. Although Zhang Zi did not act immediately, he already had murderous intentions in his heart.
When returning, Zhang Zi drove the cattle through the ditch formed by the gurgling water at the bottom of the canal. Naturally, the little white dog couldn't jump across it. It didn't dare to jump either. It squatted on the rocks and was still eager to try. Still nodding frequently and mechanically.
Zhang Zi felt unhappy when he saw it. This time he did not help it in good faith. Instead, he used the bamboo pole he had been holding in his hand to push the little white dog's butt like before, as if to vent his anger. This time, he unexpectedly hit the dog. Advancing the gully.
Zhang Zi then used the bamboo pole to support its butt, hoping to send it to the dry beach opposite. But the little white dog almost kept nodding, and did not use any strength to seize this opportunity. It was still struggling in the ditch. Although it did not die, its whole body was submerged. Only one head stretched out of the water. It also I hope Zhang Zi will rescue it.
Zhang Zi just didn't save it. Looking at it like that, it was neither good-looking nor useful. Zhang Zi also felt angry, and anger is the devil. At that time, Zhang Zi had no compassion at all, and a cruel behavior was emerging.
Not only did Zhang Zi not save the poor little white dog who was drowned in the water, but he also used the bamboo pole in his hand to press its head into the water, which was easily choked by the water due to its disability, and drowned it.
After drowning for a few minutes, Zhang Zi loosened the bamboo pole. The little white dog did not drown. It raised its head and continued to struggle. Its belly had obviously become bigger and it had drank a lot of dirty water. It moved in the ditch in the direction Zhang Zi was walking, and it no longer had much strength.
This winding canal goes from the north mountain to the rolling southeastern mountains behind the village house where Zhang Zi lives. Zhang Zi walks slowly along the bank of the canal, but he cruelly abuses the disabled little white dog.
At this moment, Zhang Zi became crazy, whether he wanted to save the little white dog or leave it alone, he did not stop. He once again used the bamboo pole to press the head of the little white dog that was moving frequently up and down. He was submerged in the water, but his heart was filled with a perverted pleasure of venting. He also said with a grin, "Let's see if you still nod?" Now let your head be buried in the water and never get up.
The little white dog was held down on its head and drank water for a few minutes. Zhang Zi let go of the bamboo pole again. It was not dead, but its struggling strength was obviously weaker than at the beginning. Zhang Zi abused the little white dog in this way several times in a row. When he was approaching the village house, Zhang Zi held the poor white dog's head down with a bamboo pole and drowned him alive in the shallow ditch at the bottom of Panshan Canal. Its belly was soaked with water. Swelled to huge size.
