Chapter 43 Sanmao's coming and going

San Mao was originally a stray dog, whose name was taken from "San Mao Wandering Notes".At that time, Jiang Zidan and Lin Gang were returning home late at night when it was raining heavily.When they were about to get home, they saw Sanmao scurrying around under the deserted street lights, his body covered in mud and water. It must not have found a home.Lin Gang slowed down the car, observed it for a while, then softened his heart, and opened the car door. "If there is a chance, it will come in the car," he said later. Sanmao didn't seem to be unfamiliar with cars. Looking back, he jumped into the car and got into the car with mud and water—this entered my life.

After returning home, they bathed, combed and fed the rag ball, and they took Sanmao in.But the problem is that there is a cat in their family, and they strictly abide by the principle of one child per family. No matter what, they can't tolerate new favorites. When they see Sanmao, they get angry and tremble all over. There is no room for reconciliation and compromise. In desperation, Jiang Zidan summoned my wife and me and said a thousand words to cultivate our love for dogs, even talking about Tolstoy and Kundera's dogs, the purpose of which is self-evident. I don't care. If I have a dog, I will have a dog.Although he felt a little guilty when he went out for a walk with the dog, as if he was already wearing a top hat and a long mandarin jacket, and became a kind of dandy who wanted to be a chicken and a cockroach, but he had to bite the bullet and pass it. There is no need to talk about nonsense such as "entrusted by others" and "organized apportionment".But my wife has been afraid of dogs since she was a child, and she also loves neatness. Under the hygienic despotism, there is almost no way for Sanmao to survive.She would gossip when she smelled Sanmao's smell, and she would gossip when she brushed Sanmao's hair. Get rid of this source of chaos that is dooming the whole family.In the end, she forced me to contact another company, determined to send Sanmao away.

Before sending it away, the three hairs have to be washed.Jiang Zidan came to bathe it, and with a bang, tears fell into the tub.My wife was taken aback, she didn't look at the monk's face to look at the Buddha's face, and after Sanmao had finished taking a bath, she didn't mention the matter of sending him away, and let me hide the puppy in a vague way, which was nothing. I have always believed that Sanmao can understand human language.Later, when we went to the countryside, whenever we mentioned mice, it would go to the mouse hole; whenever we mentioned chickens, it would run into the chicken coop.So I believe that it has always understood my wife's complaints, and understood all kinds of accusations from my wife that I am a dog and a dog.At this time, it shrank its head, its chin pressed against its front paws, as if waiting to be scolded.If the depression escalates, I will crawl under the wooden cabinet with my tail between my legs, and stay in a crack for a long time.

My wife said, I am used to its picky eating problem, I am also used to its problem of jumping on chairs and sofas, and its habit of following its master when it leaves the house is the result of my doting. It was also instigated by someone to play hooliganism on a bitch.In order not to let it follow suit, I always carried a hoe when I went out to show that there was nothing good about going out this time, but to work on the ground, smelly and sweaty, tired and not happy at all, so I let it go Let me be half-believed-although I discarded the hoe on the side of the road as soon as I turned a corner, and threw away the props after use.

The wife thinks this kind of coaxing is even more ridiculous. If she is not allowed to follow, she is not allowed to follow. What are you doing with this trick?You have never been so used to your daughter! "Secretary relatives!" "What nonsense are you talking about!" "What nonsense did I say?" "You know what you said!" What she meant was that it's fine if she was forced to be a bitch once, but she must never be a bitch grandmother, and she must not drag her daughter into this stinky relationship . Several years have passed, and my wife has gradually accepted Sanmao. Although she still has a serious face of principle, Sanmao dare not talk nonsense.But when she talked about it, she often said something like "Our Sanmao...".

On this day, we were walking on the mountain road, and a pheasant in front of us was alarmed, and Lala flew out of the grass.Sanmao's whole body was shaken, and he chased wildly, pulling it into a white line and flying away, but when he shot there, there was no further action, and there was no movement at all.We caught up and went to have a look, and found that just now, it missed the ground with one step, and it didn't know the danger under the grass blades, so it fell to the high steep wall and was wailing there.There is a dense miscellaneous forest, the mountain is steep, and there is no road. Once it burrows around, it will either roll down the hillside or get lost in the dense forest, and eventually become a delicious meal for the beast.

I command it not to move, not to move.Probably my voice was too urgent, which made it even more flustered. It hurriedly looked around for a way out, and it was about to go astray. I grabbed a bunch of thatch and prepared to lower myself.The wife said, you are so heavy, who can drag you up later?Where can I find you a crane?At this thought, I had to replace her.She usually hates the filth of dogs the most, but at the critical moment, she performed a brave scene of Sanniang saving her son.At that moment, she was neither afraid of snakes nor insects, nor was she afraid of falling, so she got into the sharp-bladed thatch, slid down a tree root out of the ground, and hugged the panicked puppy to her chest.

In my impression, Goutama has come forward more than once.The second time was in winter.We flew to Haikou, put Sanmao in a dog cage, and delivered it to civil aviation freight, and the price was not expensive.It was already night when we arrived in Haikou, we waited for a long time at the cargo office, only to find that all the people who picked up the goods had left, but Sanmao was not on the scheduled flight.The wife was a little anxious and asked the personnel of the cargo department to check, but the other party made several calls, but they still couldn't find Sanmao's whereabouts.That is to say, it is not known which plane it got on, nor whether it went to Harbin or Urumqi. "What freight, you cheat money! You eat for nothing!..." The wife was furious and slapped the counter loudly, like a female worm that had just escaped from a cage. , almost jumped into the counter to desperately. "It's going to die of thirst! It hasn't drunk water for four or five hours! Can you bear it? You promised to arrive at random, but now it's fine. If you don't know, what's the matter? Tell you, if you don't find Sanmao today, I will tell you." You're not finished! You're not finished!..."

For the first time in my life, I saw her get so angry. Luckily the man over the counter had dogs too - he told me afterward.He didn't care about the impatience and rudeness of the female client, and made a few more phone calls. Finally, he let out a long breath and said yes, he found it. The dog will be on the next flight to Haikou and land in half an hour! Only then did the wife mutter and stop uttering bad words. Sanmao eventually died in Haikou.No disease was found, it just refused to eat, and lost weight day by day until the oil ran out and the lamp dried up.Since it is a retrieved dog, we do not know its exact age.The veterinarian touched its teeth and said it was at least eleven years old, which means it had lived a long life.As a dog who had strayed, as a dog with no noble status and not particularly smart and capable, it generally ended well.

Facing the last expectation in the depths of its gaze, I have no ability to save it. Its last movement before it died was to lie down on one of my cloth shoes and let out heavy panting sounds.Is it going to hug the body temperature and breath on the owner's shoe for the last time?Or do you want to continue traveling with this shoe?I don't know.I kept stroking it until its eyes were completely fixed and gradually extinguished. I buried it under an old banyan tree and enlarged several photos of it. One was kept at home in Haikou, and the other was brought back to the countryside and placed in a bookcase facing the window.I believe that its big straight eyes have been looking for the familiar flowers, butterflies, birds and the big black cow, as well as Mimi, whom it used to spend day and night.It prefers to live in the mountains.This can be seen from its joy every time it follows me into the mountain.Before getting out of the car, it looks around and is restless. Once it gets off the car, it runs wildly with enthusiasm. When it sees novelty animals such as cows or horses, it wags its tail and yells—although once the big black cow kicked up. , kicked it into a parabola in the air, and finally fell into the pond.

I always feel its tail wagging merrily again - out of the frame. I believe that when I go to another world, this guy will also wag his tail, recognize me straight away, greet me at the gate of that world, and end our short breakup.Thinking of this, and thinking that not only my father, my mother, but also such a pair of familiar eyes were waiting in front of me, I felt that there was nothing terrible about that day.That day was even a happy time, the day when we finally held hands together.isn't it? Jiang Zidan is writing a book about animals, which also includes Sanmao.One day in the second year, she came to my house for lunch, probably because she was excited about writing, so she excitedly introduced the plot in her pen, about how Sanmao swims, how she catches mice, and how she was kicked by a big black bull in the countryside.During this conversation, the wife kept cooking in the kitchen and seemed not to hear.When the food was served, served, and started to eat, she still remained silent, as if the topic on the table had nothing to do with her.In the end, when Jiang Zidan said that Sanmao was almost lost at the airport, his wife suddenly couldn't help but interrupted loudly: "Please don't talk about—" I was taken aback, and looked back at her, only to find that the second half of her sentence was choked in her half-open mouth, her face was distorted, and tears were shining in her eyes.She put down her chopsticks, covered her mouth and rushed away, rushing into the bedroom. We were at a loss for what to do. After she wiped away her tears and returned to the dining table, we ate in silence without talking about that little life.We started talking about Chen Kaige and Zhang Yimou's new movie, like nothing happened.