Chapter 23 The story of the little red dot

On the day when the beautiful rooster died inexplicably, the hens felt lost and didn't eat much.A lot of the grain sown to them remained, and a large flock of sparrows flew over to eat them to their heart's content. Since then, there has been a loss of unity and harmony in the chicken coop.Hens can also be altruistic, but the circle of altruism is usually relatively small, mostly limited to a brood of siblings.Any flesh and blood of his family that smells wrong will have no chance to be loved and loved, and no matter how long the two parties have been together, they will still be inseparable.This is a little yellow chicken.It is a newcomer, and has no relatives or reasons here. When it first came, it could not enter the chicken coop. Once it entered the door, it was pecked out by vested interest groups.I forcibly stuffed it into the door, and the next day I found that its head was dripping with blood, and a piece of flesh had been pecked off the top of its forehead, making it close its eyes, staggering and dying.

His chicken is hell!Without a wise and virtuous lord, the social rites would be ruined!I couldn't understand chicken language, and no matter how angry I was, I couldn't arrest the culprit. The only thing I could do was to find red medicine and anti-inflammatory powder to heal the half-dead chicken.I saw that it was so timid that it didn't dare to come forward to fight for food, so I opened a small stove for seven or eight days in a row, and each time I grabbed some leftovers or millet, and let it eat alone. Seeing this scene, the other chickens flapped their wings and screamed in envy, but under my repeated reprimands, they couldn't get closer, and could only watch the little yellow chicken eat and drink spicy food from a distance.

We named this chicken "Little Red Spot" because of the distinctive markings on its head when the red potion was on it.Unexpectedly, since the little red dot was rescued by us from the death line, it is afraid of chickens but not people, and its relatives do not kiss chickens. It is always alone in the chicken coop, staying in a deserted corner, and happy to see people Unlike other chickens, even if they see you coming to feed them, they will scatter in all directions, until you leave with an empty basin, and then dare to rush forward to snatch and peck. Every evening, Little Red Dot never returns to the chicken coop. Whenever she has a chance, she runs out of the chicken coop to the gate of my house and waits there alone. , to eat at the table, to sleep in bed, or even to flip through the newspaper or watch the news on TV.It could be seen that its eyes were blinking, and it wanted too much to be a human rather than a chicken.

After more than half a year, it still maintains the habit of walking with people instead of playing with chickens. Even though the housewife hates seeing it shitting in front of the door, even if the housewife drives it back to the chickens again and again, it still insists on following. People turned around, sometimes stepped on my feet, pecked my feet, and acted as if nothing had happened.Does its tenacious memory come from that unforgettable treatment?Or as the neighbor Lao Wu said: It is very likely that it was a person in its previous life, and it has some kind of fate with others? It grows up day by day, and more and more feces are pulled in front of my house.But I don't know what to do with this lonely chicken.If one day it is going to end up under the knife of human beings, will it suddenly speak like a human, and yell clearly "Dude, why are you so cruel"?

Or, will it blink its eyes and shed a pool of silent tears? That day is getting closer.