Old Dog Awang (Modern Story)

Awang is an old dog who spent 11 spring and autumn in Qingshui Village. If you convert to human age, he is now a 70-year-old man.

After this extremely cold winter, Ngawang clearly felt that his body was not as strong as it had been a year ago.

When did the master start ignoring himself? Awang couldn't remember. I only remember that after the construction of the national highway that ran through the north and south of Qingshui Village was completed and smoothly opened to traffic, the owner became more and more indifferent to himself, and even shouted loudly at every turn, fists and feet.

Few dogs in Clearwater village can live to the age of 11 like Ngawang. The construction of the national highway has broken the tranquility of the mountain village.

Ngawang still vividly remembers what happened that summer, just after the national highway was opened. On that day, the newly adult Ngawang was fiercely "repaired" for challenging the authority of the dog king Rifle. As The victorious Rifle and his wives and concubines were triumphantly patrolling the territory, a small car jumped briskly out of the corner of the road and bumped into the dodgy Rifle head-on. The rapid braking sound did not save Rifle's life, it was thrown high by the impact, and then fell heavily to the ground, and the life came to an abrupt end. There were two beneficiaries of that incident, the first was the owner of Afu, the village chief, who received 2,000 yuan in compensation from the owner of the car, and the second was Awang, who has since taken the position of dog king.

Knocking and killing a dog actually received 2,000 yuan in compensation, which brought as much shock to the village as an earthquake. Since then, every month in the village, dogs have been crushed or killed by passing cars, which has become a unique scenery in Qingshui Village. Those who lost their dog owners, while organizing villagers to surround the driver who caused the accident, received compensation from the driver who caused the accident several times more than the value of the dog itself, and then they took a small part of the compensation fee to buy a new puppy and continue to breed. The dead and wounded dogs were cleaned and then thrown into the pot and boiled into dog soup to entertain the old and young masters in the village. The day of the dog killing invisibly became a festival in Qingshui Village, and whenever this happened, the whole village was immersed in a festive atmosphere.

Ngawang was deeply distressed by his companions who were killed by the car, in fact, many times, as long as he paid a little attention and a few more eyes, he could completely avoid these disasters. Although Awang, like all dogs, loves to lie on the flat road in front of the door, snooze while basking in the sun, and also loves to find food in the middle of the road. Because overnight, all the owners of the dogs in Qingshui Village encouraged their dogs to play on the road and put their food bowls in the middle of or across the road. But Awang seems to have a certain sensitivity to cars by nature, and no dog in the village can match him. He led the other dogs in the family to always move freely between the wheels of the car, watching the puppies grow strong and healthy, and Awang had an indescribable sense of accomplishment in his heart. It patiently teaches puppies the experience of avoiding cars, allowing puppies to turn the corner countless times.

Ngawang also did not understand how the owner could not lift his head more and more in the village, he could understand the shameful smile on the faces of the villagers on the owner's face, and the words they said behind their backs: "Even a dog can't be kept, can't do anything, and should be poor for a lifetime..." Awang didn't understand that the next family was crushed by the car to kill so many dogs, but he was recognized by the whole village as the best at raising dogs, and he was also praised by the village chief, but not a single dog in his own family was crushed to death, and the owner was laughed at by everyone. Awang wanted to defend his master loudly, but it was indeed a barking sound of "wangwang".

"What's the name, you useless dog." The owner heard Awang's cry, picked up a stone and smashed it, and the stone hit Awang's hind legs, with a pain in his heart.

The owner of the meal in Awang had long since stopped giving, and the nest was thrown out of the door by the owner. Every day, Ngawang had to wander around the village, rummaging through the garbage heap to fill his stomach. At night, Ngawang slept in a haystack not far from home, reminiscing about things that had been done for a long time. It misses the days of living in harmony with its master, remembers the night when it fought with a thief who sneaked into the house and was about to steal something, and was scratched on the back by a thief with a knife, and the master carefully bandaged the wound for it and fed it; it missed playing with the little master every day, and licking the little master's ass hole that had been pulled over the shit... Thinking about it, Awang's eyes became moist, and then he fell silently into sleep.

In his sleep, Awang suddenly felt a strong light shining on his head, and then Awang heard a sharp brake sound, which had been lurking in the depths of Awang's memory, so familiar, and so chilling. Awang wanted to get up quickly and jump out of the haystack, but his body could no longer keep up with the rhythm of his thoughts. Before Awang could jump out of the haystack, the car was already stuck in the haystack. Awang was rolled underneath by a car tire and fainted in pain.

It was a bout of pain that woke up Awang again, and he saw the familiar master standing next to him, paying deep attention to himself, and the little master was desperate to hold it in his arms and cry.

Awang lay in the warm arms of the little master, reliving that long-ago intimacy, and he hoped that time would stay in this moment forever.

More and more villagers who heard the news surrounded the cars that caused the accident in the middle of the road, and several young villagers directly dragged the driver out of the cab and dragged it all the way to the front of Awang. It was a young man in his early 20s, trembling with fright in the crowd.

"Hit the dog, I lose money, I lose money." The boy said hesitantly.

"What problem can be solved by losing money?"

"You think it's great to have money!"

Many more voices shouted out from the crowd: "Give him some blood too, don't think that we farmers are just bullies." ”

Frightened, the young man suddenly covered his head and squatted on the ground, and loudly defended: "I don't mean that, I don't mean that, it's not right for me to kill the dog, it's not right for me, you say what to do." ”

"This dog is the dog king of our village, who has been raised for more than ten years, weighs dozens of pounds, and has to lose at least 1,000 yuan." Someone said in the crowd.

"A dog is worth $1,000?" That's too expensive, isn't it? And it's an old dog, and even if I don't hit it, it's dying. The young man pleaded hesitantly.

As soon as the young man finished speaking, Awang saw his master rushing up in anger almost madly, grabbed the young man's collar, and shouted: "Old dog? Your mother your father is not old? Do you know how deeply I feel for it? At home I eat whatever I eat, it follows wherever I go, and I treat it better than my own son. I don't want your money today, how much blood the dog has, I will let you out as much blood as I want, blood debt blood payment! Before he could finish speaking, he raised his fist and threw it at the young man.

The crowd of onlookers quickly came up to dissuade them, and some people took the opportunity to teach the young man a lesson or two with his fists, and the young man held his head with both hands and squatted on the ground, and the whole person almost shrank to the bottom of the car, and did not dare to speak again. The car was surrounded by noisy villagers, shouting and cursing.

Awang was satisfied, Awang was moved, and he did not think that the old master and the little master still loved it so much and cherished it so much. Tears poured out of Ngawang's eyes, and he knew that today he had finally grown a face for his master and fought for a breath. Ngawang finally figured out something, every dog will have its own way of dying, but in Qingshui Village, only this way of dying is undoubtedly the most appropriate.

It was at this moment that Awang quietly closed his eyes...