Several incidents happened in succession, and Ai Xiang's family fell into a panic, so he invited a wizard from the mountain to escape their thinking. As soon as the wizard entered the yard, he pointed to the eagle tied to the post of the house and said, "This dog has a heavy yin, which will bring disaster to his master's family. Well, it has black tears in its eyes all day. " Ai Xiangzhai immediately pulled Huaying over and pulled the white hair off its cheek. Sure enough, he found a few short black hair hidden in white hair, hanging intermittently from eyelids to mouth. Ai Xiangzai's youngest son swung a chestnut stick and was about to knock on the dog's nose when the wizard stopped him. The wizard said solemnly, "This dog can't be killed. Whoever kills it, the shade on it is planted in its home like a tree, and the curse is tied to its home. Can only be sold or given away. "
So, Ai Xiangzhai sent word that whoever paid ten dollars could take the dog away.
Ten dollars can only buy a chicken, and a chicken for a dog is just like picking it up for nothing. But the people in the stockade already know that this is an unlucky dog, and no one cares about it no matter how cheap it is.
I am an educated youth and don't believe in ghosts and gods. I think Huaying is a flower dog with black hair and white hair. It is normal for her white face to have a few black hairs. What are black tears? They are purely superstitious. At that time, I was interested in hunting and wanted to have a hunting dog very much, but hunting dogs were expensive. After working hard for a year, I am not as good as a medium-level hunting dog because of lack of money. My wish to keep a hunting dog has never come true. There is such a bargain now, I won't miss it. I paid ten dollars and brought the dog back.
I built a dog shed with golden bamboo under the eaves of my hut, covered with a layer of soft straw, made a trough and a sink with two dragon bamboos, and hung them at the door of the dog shed to arrange a new "home" for Huaying. Huaying is very satisfied with this new home. She got in, rolled in the straw pile for a while, and came out again, shaking her black tail hard in front of me, shaking it up and down in all directions, like a blooming chrysanthemum. It seems that we were predestined friends in a previous life, and in a few days, we became soul mates. Every morning, the sun sprinkles a little red on the green hill opposite the dam. It paws at the door of my hut and wakes me up from my sleep on time. During the day, whether I go up the mountain to cut wood or go down the mountain to plow, it follows me like a shadow. Sometimes, he will play with other dogs in the stockade, but as soon as I call his name, he will leave his playmate and run back to me like a whirlwind. Once, I had a cold and fever, and I didn't want to eat in bed. It scraped a bone from the garbage and sent it to my bed. Unfortunately, I can't enjoy its generosity. . After the late rice was harvested, the golden rice waves turned into lonely stubble in the field. The off-season is a good season for hunting. I took the eagle up the mountain to shoot rabbits. I don't know why, when I jumped over a stream that was only half a meter wide, my ankle suddenly twisted and swollen immediately, so that I couldn't touch the ground. Finally, I went back to the stockade with crutches and applied herbs for half a month to get better. I took Huaying to Lao Lin to bury the iron clips for catching animals, hoping to catch some tender porcupines and exchange some pocket money at the market. As soon as I buried the iron clip for catching animals in a path full of wild animal footprints, the bolt on the iron clip automatically disengaged. I couldn't dodge, and with a bang, the iron bar fell and hit the back of my hand, and suddenly a steamed bun with black blood steamed out on the back of my hand. I can't hold chopsticks for a month. Twice in a row, I felt a little scared. I recalled the wizard's black tears and thought, Did Huaying really bring me bad luck behind Yin Qi's back? I believe in materialism, but I am not a firm materialist. God knows if there are ghosts in this world. I think I should take some preventive measures and cut off a few small pieces of black hair on Hua Ying's white face with scissors. There is no black hair, and the red pulp is exposed where it is cut off, and it is embedded in the snow-white wool bit by bit. Black tears become red tears, red tears, aren't they blood tears? The ominous signs increase, something congenial rises, and my heart is even worse. At this time, another thing happened that shocked me. That night, I went to the educated youth point in the neighboring village to find someone to chat with. Hua Ying and I got up in the middle of the night and went home. I walked halfway along Luo Kun Highway. Suddenly, Huaying roared, branched into a path and ran to the hillside. I thought it found something valuable, so I followed it excitedly. There is no moon in the sky, the stars are dim, the visibility is very low, and I am dizzy with one foot high and one foot low. Huaying suddenly stopped screaming and ran back to my heel. It has something in its mouth, white and round. I bent down and took it out of its mouth and looked under my nose. My heart almost stopped twitching. I have a skeleton in my hand, and a layer of green phosphorescence burns in my empty head, spewing out from my mouth, nostrils and eye holes. I stare big eyes and look around again. There is a mound in the east and a stone tablet in the west. I'm in a chaotic grave. I let out a hysterical cry, left my skull behind and turned to run away ... At this time, I began to believe that Huaying was really haunted by a gloomy ghost. I think, although I am just a farmer living at the bottom of society, I am humble, but this life is always worth more than a dog. Protect my life or this dog, of course, protect my life. I reduced the price by five yuan and got Huaying away, but no one wanted it. I can't kill it, so I have to throw it away.
As the saying goes, dogs that can't be driven away feed unruly wolves. It is not easy to throw away a loyal hound. At first, I pulled down the dog shed under the eaves and coaxed Huaying out of the house, but he still crawled out of the hole in the fence and lay on the old site of the dog shed, barking angrily at me, as if to ask me: Why did you tear down my nest? What a scoundrel I paid for you. I have the right to own you or not! Expelling your family doesn't work, and I'll send you to the forest to be a wild dog. I covered its eyes with a piece of cloth, borrowed a bicycle, rode for more than ten kilometers in one breath, climbed two more mountains, pulled out a vine, tied it to a small tree in the barren mountain, and then rode home quickly before it bit off the vine around its neck. But on the third night, when I was washing my face by the well, I suddenly heard a series of familiar dog barks from the village entrance. Then, it rolled in front of me like a dog, with the surprise of reunion after a long separation in its eyes. I was so excited that I was speechless that I threw myself at my arm with all my strength and stuck out my long tongue to lick my face. I flew into a rage and kicked it in the stomach. This kick was very heavy, with a bang, just like a football in a shovel, whining and turning around, struggling for a long time, and barely standing up. The body bends into a 30-degree arc to the left, but it can't be straight and turns painfully. I felt a little sorry for kicking it in the ribs, but on second thought, how can I get rid of it without some poison? I rushed over maliciously and ferociously, raised my foot and pretended to kick again. It picked up its tail, sobbed sadly and fled into the bamboo forest.
I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was crippled by me like a friend, and it would probably turn love into hate and leave me alone. But I was wrong. It doesn't want to leave me because my ribs are broken. As soon as I go out, I will see it appear in my field of vision like a ghost. It never dares to jump into my arms or walk in front of me again. It is always thirty or forty meters away from me, bending over and sneaking around. As soon as I saw it, it wagged its tail hard and cried like a cry. Its eyes were full of grievances, which made me upset and there was a fear and anger of being entangled in ghosts. I don't even have the last pity. I can't bear it, and I have the idea of ending this matter completely.
That day, I wrapped a few pieces of roast beef with banana leaves and came to Baizhang Cliff on the back hill of Zhaizi. The cliff is too steep for even monkeys to climb. There are some prickly bauhinia on the cliff. Needless to say, Huaying is sneaking around behind me. I called softly, "Hua Ying, come here. Huaying, come here! " It jumped out from behind the bushes without warning, barked and ran towards me, its tail wagged faster than a spinning wheel, its eyes glistened with tears and it trembled with excitement. This fool thinks I really want to get back together with him. I saw its fur covered with resin straw pulp, mottled and refuted, like a mangy dog, with an empty belly. I'm afraid I haven't had a full meal for several days. This has created favorable conditions for my plan. I took out a piece of beef, and the rich fragrance spread. The eagle jumped at my hand with the beef in excitement. I dodged and moved slowly to the edge of the cliff I don't know if it was because my attitude suddenly became cordial that it was ecstatic, or if the smell of food stimulated it to have no time to observe the terrain, and it jumped up and down carelessly a foot away from the cliff. I blocked his sight with my body, spread out my palm, teased him twice with beef before he kissed his nose, and then suddenly threw the beef off the cliff, then took a step and flashed an empty space. Huaying jumped up and bit the beef in the air, but it caught the beef accurately, but its body had completely rushed out of the cliff. Only then did it realize that it was in danger. It jerked its back towards the cliff, but it was too late. It sank from the cliff like a stone falling into the water.
As God is my witness, I didn't push it. I told myself it was an accidental fall, not murder! In this way, I have no responsibility, no guilt, and of course I don't have to worry that the yin on it will plant on me like a tree and take root in my home after it dies.
I waited to hear the crash of an object falling to the ground, but all I heard was the whine of a dog. I lay prone on the cliff and looked out cautiously. Oh, Huaying didn't fall into the abyss. Only one meter fell, and it was blocked by a bunch of bauhinia. Its body is lying among the thorny bauhinia flowers, its four claws are digging hard on the rock wall, and a bauhinia stick is still in its mouth. When it saw my face sticking out of the cliff, my throat was whining and my eyes were shining with begging light. Don't forget to shake your black tail at me at this time. I know it's asking me for help. I just had to reach out and save it from the desperate situation, but I didn't do it. I observed that bauhinia wobbled and couldn't bear its weight. It bites the bauhinia strip and digs on the rock wall. It won't last long. Sooner or later, it will fall. I stood up confidently, patted the dust on my body and went back to the stockade. I didn't expect dogs to live so well. In the afternoon, I came back from fishing in Liusha River. As soon as Nagato entered the stockade, he ran into Huaying. It was torn and scarred by bauhinia, its white hair was almost dyed red with blood, its mouth was wide open and it contained a mass of blood foam; I wonder how it survived. Perhaps it is a bauhinia stick in its mouth, enduring the pain of barbed teeth tearing its mouth, and climbing from the cliff to the gentle slope bit by bit; Maybe it's like taking a multi-stage slide from the upper bauhinia flowers to the lower bauhinia flowers, and finally slipping out of the abyss. I'm not interested in investigating its adventure, but I'm afraid it will bother me again. But this time, it learned its lesson, learned its lesson. As soon as it saw me, it stopped wagging its tail and barking softly, and put its head into the ditch to hide far away. After that, it no longer followed me like a ghost, nor did it run under my roof. Sometimes it happens to meet at the corner of the venue. It just takes a complicated look at me and leaves.
Thank god, I finally got rid of it.
At noon half a month later, I went swimming in Liusha River. There was no one around and it was quiet. I swam into a reed and suddenly heard a rustle in the reed. A two-foot-long Indian crocodile swam towards me with its big mouth open. I quickly turned and swam to the shore. Although Indian crocodiles are huge, they are extremely flexible in water. Its flat and long tail is like a giant paddle. With a slight stroke, it jumped like an arrow, only ten meters away from me. I am still in the middle of the river. I was in a hurry, flapping my arms and shouting for help. The terrible thing is that it is more than a kilometer away from the stockade, and no one can hear me if I speak loudly. I think I will soon be caught by a damn Indian crocodile, dragged into the mud at the bottom of the river and suffocated, and then swallowed into the crocodile's stomach one by one. Today next year is my anniversary. I swam in despair and cried. Suddenly, I heard a familiar dog barking. I looked up and Huaying appeared panting on the river bank. "Huaying, come and save me!" I quickly waved to it and shouted. It rushed down the river bank without hesitation, plopped into the water and swam to meet me. Because of his broken ribs, his swimming posture was awkward, bending like a ballet in diving, but he swam very hard, and his four legs stepped on the water desperately, and soon he came to my side. It seems that it has never been unhappy with me, and there seems to be no gap between them. It stuck to me, its black tail stood up from the water, shook at me, and gave a mellow cry twice, as if to say, master, don't be afraid, I'm coming! Then, it turned around and made a series of fierce growls at the Indian crocodile, as if to say, you bad guy, you can't hurt my master with me!
Huaying stopped the Indian crocodile for me and stopped the fierce death for me.
I climbed to the shore, afraid to look back, but I couldn't see anything. The dense reeds blocked my view, and I only heard the barking and biting of dogs, the stirring of crocodile tail and the rolling of mud waves from the depths of the reeds. ...
I went back to the stockade and immediately set about building a dog shed under my roof. I'm going to fix Huaying's short ribs with herbs, wash off the resin paste stuck to them with soap, and stew a pot of braised beef to nourish its weak body. After that, I will never let it leave me again, I think. I made the kennel so spacious that even I could go to sleep. I think I should reverse my position with Hua Ying. I only deserve to be a dog, and I am fully qualified to be a person.
I stayed in front of the newly-built dog shed, waiting for my eagle to return.