On a hot summer day, the black dog's charcoal head walked like that-tiptoeing, his tongue sticking out for a long time, almost touching the road, ha.
The big sun makes it a long way to school. Charcoal gasped all the way until she reached the school gate. The girl took a sip of the wild grass in her hand and said, Go ahead and come back after school. Charcoal head turned and walked on the way home. The sunshine in summer makes the charcoal head look purer than usual. The shiny fur and long tail stand up and shake, like driving away flies, and like the movement and rhythm of mother sitting in a hospital bed shaking a cattail fan. Summer night, cool, drive away mosquitoes, drive away depression.
Charcoal was sent after my mother was ill. The girl mistakenly thought it was a kitten and hugged it. Dad doesn't like charcoal heads. He said that dog hair would make mom's illness worse. The girl obediently abandoned the puppy, and the puppy came back by itself. The girl couldn't help it any longer. No, no,no. She has a stubborn face. Holding the puppy tightly in his arms, dad can't help it. Neighbors said that the arrival of the dog was a good sign, and the puppy also found a poisonous snake at home in time, barking incessantly and saving the family's life. Mom is soft-hearted first, and dad has nothing to say. There is an extra dog in this house. It's dark. Let's call it charcoal head.
The charcoal head is really black, and there is no hair in the whole body, only the eyes are slightly brown, like two amber buttons nailed to a mass of black velvet. These eyes just watched the girl grow up day by day, and accompanied her to stare at the figure printed on the wall by her mother and the back of her father who was getting thinner and darker.
Mom goes to the hospital more and more times, and the hospitalization time is getting longer and longer. People who come to collect debts seem to be more and more diligent. There are also enthusiastic neighbors who have inquired about various remedies or sent some strange game and herbs. Dad quietly boiled medicine by the fire and smoked. Aunt next door often comes over, still talking about the names of a lot of folk prescriptions, glancing at the charcoal head from time to time, and still lacking the drug primer of black dog blood.
The girl's hair stood on end. She turned around and glared at the old lady mercilessly. Dad silently looked at the smoke he spit out. In summer, only cicadas are screaming outside. Like endless complaints.
You can hear cicadas in class. The girl is a little annoyed. Finally, when the school bell rang, she packed her schoolbag and walked to the door. There are many people there, and their voices are louder than cicadas. She didn't hear the sound of charcoal head. Unlike usual, a black dog wagged its tail and ran towards her. The girl only saw her parents standing in the shade in front of her and seldom smoked.
That day, dad walked home with her. On the way, the girl asked nothing and silently let her father hold her hand. Halfway through, she suddenly remembered the way charcoal crawled, stretched out her tongue, and couldn't help but withdraw her hand and bit her lip to wipe her tears.