Prose | jingjing
Author: Shu Jian Wu Wei
Jingjing died, on this cold rainy night at the turn of spring and winter.
When I came home in the afternoon, I didn't care, I just watched TV alone to relieve my boredom, and I didn't think about Jingjing. It was my father who came back from work and found out, and I knew that Jingjing was no longer working. Dad said that Jingjing was foaming at the mouth and his whole body was twitching non-stop, and he didn't know if he had eaten rat poison.
I ran to the new house and watched Jingjing moan in pain, my tears pouring out of my eyes, but I couldn't even do anything for it.
Jingjing is the treasure given to me by my ex-girlfriend Qiu, it is just a dirt dog, but friends say that it is a testimony of my feelings with Qiu, and some people even joke that it is the "crystallization" of our love - I was not happy when I first heard this sentence, but when Qiu decided to go to Jingjing and lost it today, I realized the importance of Jingjing and remembered its goodness.
When it came three years ago, it was furry and shrunken into a ball, and it was Autumn who had sent it less than a month before it was—in my memory, it was Autumn's best gift to me. At that time, Jingjing screamed all day long, like a baby who had left her mother, and only then was sheaned, thinking of her mother, and wanting to eat. Our family tried their best to coax it and feed it — to no avail, it continued to "cry" until it was hoarse; the next day, on the third day, when the spirit was full, it continued to "cry" - until it felt safe in the environment and enjoyed our affection.
Sometimes I have been thinking that the cruelty of human beings may lie in the private love of the animals close to us, we raise cats and dogs, only for our own happiness, but let these vulnerable groups "wives and children" and "families are destroyed". Sometimes, I really think that people are despicablely selfish!
But my crystal has brought us a lot of joy.
It is a good dog. It never bites people, and it doesn't bark when it sees strangers, so the family says it can't see the home, that it's useless, and that no one else's dog has a chance. However, like other dog owners, they raise dogs to exchange some leftover soup for the "ferocity" of the dog, and use this to buy the "dog heart" and make the people who visit the village stop (unless there is really something that must be done, otherwise, the ghost dares to go to their door). Like our family, at any time relatives and friends often come, visit the door without fear of "dog power" is not good? Whenever a guest arrives, Jingjing will shake her tail and tilt her head to look at the guest, and then go in and out with the guest, sometimes she is happy and rolls a few rolls, is such a kind and cute dog not likable?
Jingjing gives people a joy of ordinary.
Then it would run to the intersection every day when I came home, follow me and walk into the house, or, when I hadn't been home for a long time, it would turn around and around me as soon as it saw me. The happiness that Jingjing gives me is simple and simple, but it is harmonious like a part of the family, which can make each other feel solid and satisfied. So, when someone asks me about the concept of home, I would say that home is a few people who love each other, plus a room, a dog.
But such a crystal died—died suddenly.
I don't understand what kind of vicious person wants to murder my crystal.
A few days ago, when I heard that a certain family's dog was drugged to death for a good meal, I didn't care, because I believed that Jingjing still had some popularity; I was not wary of those "salivating people" who specialized in the "dog stick method", but because of my lack of defense, my Jingjing died.
I usually never guess the minds of others, and since I know that people's hearts are separated, why waste their spirits. I'd rather believe that all people are good – but just when I was a little "gullible", my crystal really couldn't come back. I think that in the confrontation between people and hearts, we can barely protect ourselves, but we can't protect the animals that are close to us—like me, we can't protect my crystals—or even its remains.
Jingjing died bleakly.
At the moment when it was struggling in pain, I was in front of it, it was in front of me, its whole body twitched, it looked at me, and there was a complicated look in its eyes, it was pleading, it was despair, it was unwilling... But I even agreed with my father's words--"It is no longer saved, and I can't think of the law." ”
I thought about going to the doctor, but my family said that maybe when the doctor came, it would "whine", and I didn't even fight for it with a little hope of life; I begged my father to use the soil method to "urinate" jingjing, and my father reluctantly did it - but in the end I could not return to heaven.
"Filling" - I simply insulted Jingjing's "dignity" as a dog.
This night, I did not dare to look at it, because I was afraid to see it dying in pain. Although I believe that it will not leave us when it dies, it will even look at me when it dies. This night, my heart fluttered like a sad dog barking. In my impression, for the first time, I heard Jingjing's roar of pain and anger, and heard its desolate and helpless cry, which was a dying struggle, a strange sound in the heavens, and an indomitable song!
The next day, it lay in the haystack—the "home" where it had always lived. I heard my father say that Jingjing ran from the new house to the kennel, and after a while she lost her breath.
It was stiff, lying on its side in a pile of firewood, a messy fur, and this was the last time I saw it, and all I saw after that was a skin.
I tried to persuade my family to bury jingjing, but they unanimously said that it was a pity that people could not eat it, but they could cook it for the pregnant sow, which was better than any feed. For this, I quarreled with my family, for a dog, for my crystal. But they eventually slaughtered Jingjing to save a little feed money, and I couldn't even protect its body!
The crystal went, even its spirit and flesh.
The world is still trying to live, and the good soul is worth more than gold and silver, but we have lost it.
What we lost, my crystal – it has!
Autumn, you know what?
(February 9, 2006 at Sli's home)
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【About the author: Shujian Wuwei, a native of Qixingguan District, Bijie City, Guizhou Province, has served as a teacher, journalist and editor.] His prose works include "Chengnan, Chengbei", "Father's Land", "March in the World is Clear", etc.; lyrics include "Smoke and Rain Layer Platform", "Strange On jiangnan", "East Fence", "The City's Fireworks Are Cold", "Flying Against the Wind" and so on. The anti-epidemic song "Flying Against the Wind" was broadcast on dozens of platforms such as the People's Daily client, learning power, China Net, Xinhua Net, and Phoenix Net. 】
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