Chapter 4 2

I can guess what kind of wishful thinking is going on in his head at this moment: How can I snatch the wooden stick in my hand without giving up the original one in his mouth?His upper lip quivered with excitement as he figured out how to plan a quick snatch.Soon my free hand was firmly grasping the end of the stick in his mouth.I tried to pull the stick out, and he tried to pull it back, barking loudly.I put the second stick against his nostril. "You know you want it," I whispered to him.And he did, because the temptation was too great to resist.I could feel his grip on the stick in his mouth starting to loosen.Then, he moved his body.He opened his jaw, trying to grab the second stick without losing the first.Just at this critical moment, I snatched the two sticks all at once, and lifted them high above my head.He jumped into the air, barking, and circling incessantly, clearly bewildered by how such a well-planned war strategy of his own could have gone so disastrously awry. "That's why I am the master and you are the beast," I told him.As a result, he shook himself out of revenge and splashed more water and sand on me.

I threw one of the sticks into the water, and he galloped after it, barking wildly as he went.He transformed into a new, smarter opponent.This time, he was very cautious and refused to come near me.He was standing about ten yards from me with the stick in his mouth, gazing at the new object of his desire, which happened to be the object of its original desire, his first stick, now high above my head.I could see that he was thinking again.He was thinking, "This time, I'll just wait here until he throws this stick, and then he'll have none and I'll have two." Really stupid, isn't it, puppy?" I said.I held the stick back and threw it with all my might with a loud, exaggerated groan.And Marley's natural reaction was to roar and rush into the sea, his stick still firmly in his mouth.But the truth of the matter is that I didn't throw away the stick.Do you think Marley could have foreseen my move?He had swum more than half the distance in Palm Beach before he finally understood that the stick was still in my hand.

"You're so savage!" shouted Jenny, who was sitting on the bench.I looked back and saw she was laughing. When Marley finally returned to the shore, exhausted, he "plopped" into the sand, but he still had no intention of giving up his stick.I showed him my stick, reminded him that my stick was much better than his, and ordered, "Put it down!" I turned my arms back as if to throw But this time, with a feint, he started to run towards the sea again. "Put it down!" I repeated when he returned.I tried this several times, and he finally gave up the stick in his mouth.The moment his stick fell into the sand, I threw the stick in my hand into the air for him.We played this game over and over, and each time he seemed to understand the implications a little more clearly.Slowly, his dull head fully understood the lesson.If he returns to me the stick he picked up from the sea, I will throw him a new stick. "It's like an office gift exchange," I told him, "You have to give before you get." He jumped up and licked me with his sandy mouth, Making me realize that the water and sand I'm covered in is the lesson I should be learning from this game.

As Jenny and I walked home, a weary Marley finally stopped running around so frantically that the straps around his neck tightened.I beam with pride at what we've achieved.Jenny and I had spent weeks teaching him basic interpersonal skills and habits, but progress was slow and ineffective.It's like living with a wild stallion and trying to teach it to drink tea from fine, brittle china.Sometimes I feel that my relationship with Marley is like the relationship between the governess St. Anne Su Liwan and Helen Keller.I thought back to St. Sean, a ten-year-old boy, and how quickly I was able to teach him what he needed to know to be a good dog.I wonder if I did something wrong this time.

However, there is a glimmer of hope in the small results of this exercise. "You know," I said to Jenny, "I think he's really starting to pick up some tricks." She looked down at Marley, who was plodding along beside us.He was wet and sandy, and his mouth was dripping with saliva, and the stick he had won so hard was still firmly in his mouth. "I'm not so sure about that," she said. Before dawn the next morning, I woke up again to the sound of Jenny's soft sobs next to me. "Hi," I said, wrapping my arms around her from behind.She nestled her cheek against my chest, and I could feel her tears soaking my T-shirt.

"I'm fine," she said, "really. I'm just—you know." I do know.I tried to make myself a brave soldier, but it was also difficult for me to get rid of the haze and depression brought about by loss and failure.Just forty-eight hours ago, we were expecting to welcome our baby.But now, it was as if she had never been pregnant before.It seemed like the whole incident was just a dream from which we had trouble waking up. Later that day, I took Marley out for a drive to get some food and other things that were prescribed by Jenny's prescription.On the way back, I stopped at a flower shop and bought a large bouquet of spring flowers, hoping they would brighten Jenny's mood.I strapped them into the seat belt next to Marley in the back seat so the flowers wouldn't scatter.As we passed the pet store, I made a split-second decision that Marley deserved a reward for his good behavior these past few days.After all, he did a better job than I did at providing comfort to the deeply grieving woman in our family. "Be a good boy!" I said, "I'll be right back." I ran into the store, bought him an extra-large bag of rawhide chews, and hurried back to the car.

When we got home a few minutes later, Jenny came out of the house to meet us, and Marley somersaulted out of the car to meet Jenny. "We have a surprise for you," I told her.But when I reached for the flowers in the backseat, I was the one who was taken aback.The bouquet was a mix of white daisies, yellow chrysanthemums, variegated lilies and pink carnations, but now the carnations were gone.I took a closer look and found that the flower stalks that were in full bloom a few minutes ago had been "beheaded".This bouquet of flowers has obviously just experienced a "catastrophe".I glared at Marley while he danced around in circles like he was auditioning for jazz. "Come here!" I yelled.Then, when I finally caught him and painstakingly ripped his jaw open, I found indisputable proof of his crime: inside his cavernous mouth, snapped like a roll of chewing tobacco The object on the jawbone is a red carnation.He undoubtedly swallowed the other carnations.I was so angry that I wanted to get rid of this troublemaker immediately.

I looked up at Jenny and saw that tears were streaming down her face.But this time it was the tears that flowed from laughing so hard.She saw me freaking out like I was serenaded in a mariachi band, and she couldn't be happier.And the only thing I could do was laugh out loud. "The dog..." I muttered. "I would never go crazy over a bouquet of carnations," she said. Marley saw everyone laughing and shaking with excitement, and then he jumped on his hind legs again and performed a break dance for us. ... The next morning, I awoke to bits of bright sunlight filtering into the room through the foliage of the Brazil pepper tree.I glanced at the alarm clock - it was almost eight o'clock.I looked at my wife lying beside me, and saw that she was still sleeping peacefully, her chest rising and falling with each long, slow breath.I kissed her hair, put an arm around her waist from behind, and closed my eyes again.

When Marley was about six months old, we decided to start him with obedience lessons.Even God knows he needs to learn to obey.Although he had successfully passed the practice of fetching sticks on the beach that day, he was still a student who his teacher would find quite challenging--not very bright-headed, wild and unruly, with constant attention. Dispersed, his boundless energy often leads to self-sabotage.We started to see that he was different from other dogs.After spending some time with Marley, my dad pointed it out: "This dog is behaving weirdly, isn't there something wrong with his nerves?" We need professional help.

Our vet told us that there is a local dog training club that holds basic obedience classes every Tuesday night in the parking lot behind the armament building.Teachers are unpaid volunteers from the club, serious amateurs who have trained their dogs to advanced behavioral levels.The course consists of eight lessons and the tuition fee is fifty dollars.We think that's a steal for the price, especially considering Marley can ruin a pair of fifty-dollar shoes in just thirty seconds.And, the club assured us that it would pay off and that when we graduated we would be taking home an elegant 'gentleman'.While registering, we met the lady who was going to teach our class.She is a harsh, no-nonsense dog trainer who believes in the theory that there are no hopeless dogs, only weak-willed, hapless dog owners.

The first class seemed to be designed to confirm this point of view she held.Before we were even fully out of the car, Marley had spotted the other dogs with their owners across the tarmac.A party!He jumped over our shoulders and jumped out of the car with a whoosh, the belt tied around his neck dragging behind him.He moved quickly from one dog to the other, sniffing their private parts, dripping and spitting huge globs of saliva into the air.It was an olfactory feast for Marley—so many genitalia, so little time—so he seized his moment, and while I was chasing after him, he carefully let the Always keep myself in front of me.Every time I'm close to getting him, he picks up his pace and slips away again.Finally, I was within striking distance, and I took a huge leap forward, landing my feet hard on his belt.This brought him to a halt so suddenly that I thought at that moment that I might have broken his neck.He staggered back, squatted down, and watched me with the serene expression of a heroin junkie who just finished his shot. Meanwhile, the teacher was staring at us, and I was ashamed by the look in her eyes, as if I had decided to take off my clothes and dance naked on this stretch of asphalt. "Please take your place," she said curtly.When she saw Jenny and I struggling to drag Marley into position, she added, "You have to decide which of the two of you will be the trainer." I began to explain that we Both wanted to get involved so either of us could be at home with him.However, she interrupted me rudely. "A dog," she opined authoritatively, "can only fit one master." I began to object, but she looked at me silently with her powerful eyes—I reckoned she must Often used the same look to intimidate her dogs into obeying her commands--so I was forced to withdraw, tail in dismay, leaving Jenny in command. This may be a mistake.Because Marley was already much stronger than Jenny, and he obviously knew it.Miss Dominatrix was explaining in a few words how important it is to establish dominance over pets when Marley realized that the standard shaggy dog ​​standing across from him was worth a closer look sex.Marley lunged forward suddenly, causing Jenny, who was holding the leash, to be dragged forward by him. All the other dogs squatted peacefully beside their master, neatly spaced ten paces apart, awaiting further instructions.Jenny fought valiantly, trying to get herself on her feet and stop Marley from running.But he lumbered forward unhindered, dragging Jenny across the parking lot, eager to sniff the hot shaggy across the way.My wife looked exactly like a surfer being towed behind by a motor boat.Everyone is watching this comical spectacle.Some snickered.I covered my eyes with my hands. Marley is not a dog to take formal orders.He bumped into the snazzy dog ​​and immediately jammed his nose between her legs.I imagine the male dog is asking the female dog in this way: "So, do you come here often?" After Marley had given the spitz a thorough gynecological examination, Jenny was able to drag him back to his original position.Miss Dominatrix declared calmly: "What you have just seen is an example of a man who is allowed to think he is the leader of the pack. He is immediately in the leadership position." As he had done on the drive home, Marley attacked his own tail, spinning wildly in circles, jaws biting at the thin air, wrapping the leash around the Jenny's ankle until she couldn't walk at all.I feel sorry for Jenny's plight, and I'm glad it wasn't me standing there. The teacher started teaching the commands about "sit" and "down."Jenny, too, ordered firmly, "Sit down!" and Marley jumped on top of her, resting his paw on her shoulder.Jenny pinned his ass to the ground and he rolled over and rubbed his stomach.Jenny tried to drag him back into position, but he clamped his teeth on the leash and swung his head from side to side as if he were wrestling with a giant python.This scene is really unbearable to watch.When I opened my eyes, I saw Jenny lying face down on the sidewalk with Marley standing beside her, panting happily.Later, Jenny told me that she was trying to demonstrate the "down" command to him. When the class was over, Jenny and Marley came back to join me when Miss Dominatrix stopped us. "You guys really need to get that animal under control," she tells us with a hint of sarcasm. "Okay, thanks for the great advice. Think we're signing up for training just to provide comic comfort to the rest of the class." Both of us were so pissed at her sarcasm I can't tell.We just retreated into the car in disgrace, and drove home without speaking, the only sound being Marley's as he tried to calm down from the heightened excitement of his first tutoring experience At that moment, he let out that huge panting sound.Finally, I said, "There's one thing you can be sure about him, and that's that he loves school." The next week, Marley and I were at the practice facility again, this time without Jenny.When I suggested to her that I might be the closest thing to the male dog who came to our house, she happily relinquished the title of Master and Commander she had acquired during the previous week, And vowed never to appear in front of those people again.Before leaving the house, I flicked my fingers on Marley's back, stood high in front of him, and yelled at him in my most menacing voice, "I'm the one calling the shots." ! And you're not! I am! Get it, male dog?" And he thumped his tail on the floor and tried to bite my wrist. The class that night was about teaching a dog to walk next to its owner, a command I'm especially passionate about mastering.I'm tired of fighting Marley every step of the way on every walk.Once he was chasing a kitten and Jenny fell and broke her knee.So, now it's time for him to learn to trot quietly beside us.It took a lot of effort to drag him to our place on the tarmac because, as we passed along the road, I had to struggle to pull him away from every dog.Miss Dominatrix handed each of us a shorter length of chain with a hoop welded to each end.These chains, she told us, are choking collars that go around dogs' necks and are our secret weapon when it comes to teaching dogs to tail effortlessly beside us.The design principle of this kind of chain tied around the neck is very simple.The chain hangs loosely around the owner's neck as the dog obediently follows him.However, if the dog suddenly lunges forward or changes course, the chain will tighten around his neck like a noose, and his off-track jump will end up with difficulty breathing. yield.Our teachers promise that it will not take long for the dog to learn to obey, or he will die of suffocation. "What a wicked pleasure," I thought to myself. I started to slide the neck chain over Marley's head, but as soon as he saw the chain coming at him, he caught it with his teeth.I had to forcefully break open his jaw, drag the chain out, and try to put the chain on top of his head again.The other dogs are already on leash and everyone is waiting for me to complete this step.I grabbed his muzzle with one hand while I tried to wrap the chain around his muzzle with the other.He shuffled back, trying to open his mouth so he could attack the mysterious, disk-shaped "silver snake" once more.I finally forced the chain over his head, and he fell to the ground, writhing wildly, biting at the chain, his claws in the air, bobbing his head from side to side until he fell again. He put the chain in his mouth one at a time.I looked up at the teacher. "Looks like he likes the chain," I said. I got Marley to stand up and took the chain out of his mouth as I was taught.Then, as I was taught, I pushed his bulky body into a sitting position and stood beside him, my left leg lightly touching his right shoulder.On the third count, I'd say, "Marley, come on!" and take my left—not my right—foot.If he starts to stray off course, then I can make a series of minor corrections—tugging on the leash—that will get him back on track. "Students, count to three," Miss Dominatrix yelled.Marley was shaking with excitement.The shiny foreign object around his neck put him in a state of complete arousal. "one two three." "Marley, follow!" I ordered.As soon as I took the first step, he was ejected like a fighter jet from an aircraft carrier.I jerk the belt back and he gasps as the chain tightens around his neck.He jumped back immediately, but when the chain was loosened and the momentary feeling of suffocation was eliminated, he forgot what had just happened and should be learned for the rest of his life.He lunged forward again, only to gasp in agony from suffocation.We continued this tugging and tugging in the parking lot, Marley sprinting forward and I pulling back, each time requiring more force.He coughed and gasped; I grunted and sweated profusely. "Get that dog under control!" Miss Dominatrix yelled.I tried as hard as I could suck, but he never learned his lesson, and I think he probably strangled himself before Marley learned the lesson.Meanwhile, the other dogs were strutting alongside their masters, responding to Miss Dominatrix's demands for minor corrections. "For God's sake, Marley," I whispered to him, "our family's honor is at stake!" Miss Dominatrix told the students to wait in line, but let's try again.Marley strayed off course again, crossing the asphalt, his eyes bulging, and suffering himself from the constriction of his neck as he walked.So, Miss Dominatrix showed me and Marley to other students as a negative teaching material that can't be followed by dogs. "Come here," she said impatiently, holding out her hand, "let me show you." I handed her the leash, and she dragged Marley into position with great efficiency, and when she ordered the horse When Leigh went to sit down, she tugged at the chain.Sure enough, he squatted down obediently, and stared at her eagerly. "Damn! How could he listen to this woman so much!" Miss Dominatrix jerked the belt forward nimbly, and Marley was off.But he ran on as fast as if he were dragging a sled through the snow.So the teacher corrected him with difficulty, barely keeping his balance, and he stumbled, breathed hard, and rushed forward again.Judging from this posture, he is very likely to break Miss Dominatrix's arm.I should have been embarrassed, but instead I felt a sense of well-founded satisfaction.She didn't do much better than me.My classmates were snickering, and I was almost laughing at my misfortune, thinking, "Look, my dog ​​is a problem for everyone, not just me!" Now that I'm not the one being made fun of, I have to admit that this scene did feel like a farce.The two of them finally reached the other end of the parking lot, and then turned back with difficulty.The expression on Miss Dominatrix's face was reminiscent of the gloom before the storm, and it was obvious that her heart had already turned into a violent sea of ​​rage.And Marley's face was full of happiness that could not be described in words.She tugged angrily at the belt, and Marley yanked back, drooling, clearly enjoying the new tug-of-war between him and the teacher who claimed to model him.When he saw me, he was as happy and excited as if he met a bosom friend in a foreign land, so he rushed towards me with an almost supernatural explosive force, which forced Miss Dominatrix to follow me to prevent falling. Trot up.Marley didn't stop until he crashed into my arms.This is his consistent joy of life.Miss Dominatrix looked at me with a very dissatisfied look.Marley had ridiculed all the theories she preached about dogs and training; he had humiliated her authority in front of so many students.She handed the belt back to me, turned to the students as if that unfortunate little episode had never happened, and said, "Ok, count to three..." When the class was over, she asked me if I could stay for a while.While she patiently answered the questions of other students in the class one by one, Marley and I waited aside.When the last trainee had left, she turned to me and said, in a new, soothing voice, "I don't think your dog is too young for systematic obedience training." "He's hard to handle, isn't he?" I said, feeling a kind of camaraderie with her, because we both suffered from the same shameful experience. "He's just not ready for that kind of training," she said. "He's gotta get a little older." I began to understand her intentions somewhat. "Are you trying to tell me—" "He's a distraction for other dogs and disrupts their normal training." "so you--" "He's just too excited." "Are you going to kick us out of the class?" "You can bring him in for training six to eight months later." "So you're going to kick us out?" "Yes," she admitted at last, "I want you to quit." Seeming to understand what we were talking about, Marley raised his leg and angrily pissed at the feet of his beloved teacher. Sometimes a person needs to be provoked to be serious.Miss Dominatrix has pissed me off.I own a beautiful, purebred Labrador Retriever, a breed known worldwide for its ability to guide the blind, rescue the wrecked, aid hunters, and fish from rough surf, all of which require Quiet intellect, and the Marley is a proud member of the breed.How dare she fire him after only two classes?He's just a little too full of emotions. Although he didn't behave very well, he didn't have any malice at all.I set out to prove to this unbearably smug woman that Jerrogan's venerable Marley Churchill was not a coward who would give up easily.We're going to show her how good Marley is at Westminster. The first thing I did the next morning was lead Marley to the backyard. "No one can kick a Jrogan boy out of obedience school," I told him, "untrainable? We'll see who the untrainable is. Right?" He jumped up and down with. "We can do it, can't we, Marley?" He swayed. "I can't hear your answer! Can we do it?" he barked. "That's much better. Now let's start training." The first thing we practice is the "sit" command, which I've trained him since he was a puppy, so he's pretty good at it.I stood in front of him with a straight face and ordered him to sit down with a firm and calm voice.He squats down.I complimented him a few words.We repeated this exercise several times.The next thing we have to train is the "get down" command, which I also practiced with him.He stared intently into my eyes, his neck thrust forward vigorously, expecting my instructions.I slowly lifted my hands into the air, and with a definite downward motion, I curled my fingers down, pointed to the ground, and said, "Get down!" Marley fell back down with a thump on the ground.If the plaster shell under him didn't make a loud "bang", he wouldn't be willing to just fall down like this.Jenny, sipping coffee on the porch, watched us, then exclaimed, "Good job!" After several rounds of preparatory actions, I decided to raise the difficulty of the training to the next challenge - the command to "come here".This order was difficult for Marley.The next part isn't a problem: he's going to wait in place until we call him.He was completely unable to sit still when we walked away from him, and our inattentive dog would eagerly want to stick it on us like a plaster. I set him up where he was sitting, facing me, and I stared at him intently.As we stared at each other, I raised my palms and kept them in front of my body, like a traffic cop. "Stay still!" I yelled at him, and took a step back.He stayed where he was, watching me anxiously, waiting for me to give him the slightest sign that he could join us.After I took four steps back, he couldn't wait any longer, he flew towards me and fell into my arms.I gently cautioned him, then tried again, and again and again.Each time I tried, I stepped back a little further before giving instructions.Finally, standing fifty paces away from him on the other side of the yard, I held up my palm toward him.I wait.He crouched there as if locked in, his whole body shaking with anticipation.I could see the tense energy in his body gathering momentum.He looked like a volcano about to erupt, but he remained firmly in place.I count to ten.He didn't move.His eyes were fixed on me, and his muscles bulged out. "Ok, enough torture is enough," I thought to myself.I dropped my hands and yelled, "Marley, come here!" When he "fired" forward like a slingshot, I squatted down and clapped my hands to encourage him.I thought he would run across the yard in a disorganized manner, but he ran towards me in a straight line. "Great!" I thought to myself. "Come on, boy!" I yelled.He complied.He lunged at me. "Slow down, boy," I said.He just kept running. "Slow down!" He turned a deaf ear to the command, with a frantic expression on his face, and the moment before I was hit hard by him, I realized that the pilot had left the wheelhouse.This is a dog that seems to have been frightened by some kind and suddenly ran wild.I had no choice but to hurry up and issue the final order. "Stop!" I screamed.He slammed into my body with a "bang", and I fell to the ground with a "bang".A few seconds later, when I opened my eyes, he was straddling me with four paws, lying on my chest, licking my face desperately, as if to say: "How I did , the boss calling the shots?" Technically, he did follow orders.After all, I hadn't been able to give him any order to stop when he ran towards me. "Mission accomplished," I said with a groan. Jenny poked her head out the kitchen window and yelled at us, "I'm off to work. Don't forget to close the windows when you two finish practice. It's going to rain this afternoon." I gave the linebacker The dog got something to eat, took a bath, and headed off to work. When I got home that night, Jenny was waiting for me at the front door, and I could tell she was distraught. "Go to the garage and have a look," she said. I opened the door, walked into the garage, and the first thing I saw was Marley lying on his rug, looking very sad.With just a quick glance, I noticed something was wrong with his muzzle and front paws.They were dark brown instead of pale yellow and had dried blood clots on them.Then I expanded my view to include the entire garage, and I gasped in surprise.The garage, the "bunker" we thought would be invulnerable, had apparently been breached.The carpet was torn to shreds; the concrete walls were streaked with scratches and tooth marks, and the paint was peeling off; Hanging pieces of cloth.最糟糕的是，我站着的这个门口，看上去就好像被人用碎木机给攻击了一样。门周围摊了一地的小木块，门的一边被凿成了一个半圆，门框边框底部三英尺的地方完全空了，哪儿也找不到。墙壁上马利撕伤自己的脚爪和口鼻的地方血迹斑斑。 “该死！”我说道，内心更多的是恐惧而不是愤怒。我的脑海中突然闪现出了对面街上那位可怜的内德密尔夫人以及那桩恐怖的电锯谋杀案的景象。我感觉自己仿佛正站在一起凶案的现场当中。 我身后传来了詹妮的声音。“当我回家吃午饭的时候，一切都还是好好的，”她说道，“可是，我说过天快要下雨的。”在她返回报社继续工作之后，一场猛烈的暴风雨便来开了序幕，夹带着如瀑布一般的巨大雨帘，闪电令人目眩，震耳欲聋的雷声令你几乎感觉到这雷声正在重重地撞击着你的胸腔。 当她几个小时之后回到家里时，马利试图要不顾一切地逃脱被残杀的厄运一般站在那儿，处在一种完全被惊恐攉住的紧张不安的状态。他看上去是那么可怜兮兮，以致于她不忍心冲他吼叫。而且，这一事件已经结束了；他完全不明白自己究竟为什么而受到惩罚。然而，她对于我们的新家所遭受的这场荒唐的袭击感到极度的悲痛，这栋房子是我们辛勤劳作的结晶，我们在上面花费了如此之多的时间和精力，所以她无法忍受这番惨不忍睹的景象，不知道该拿这间车库以及马利怎么办才好。“等你爸爸回来后再慢慢收拾你！”她威胁着说道，然后把他关在了门内。 在用晚餐的时候，我们尽力去理清思路，探究这一“野蛮”的事件究竟是如何发生的。我们所能够推断出来的情形如下：当那场狂烈的暴风雨来临的时候，独自一人在家且极度惊恐的马利，认为他最好的求生途径，便是在房子里挖出一条逃亡通道。他可能听说过一些有关从他的祖先——狼那里传承下来的古老的穴居的本能。于是他便以一种充满高度热情的罕见的效率去努力实现他的目标，而我原以为这一目标如果不借助重型机械的话是不可能达成的。 晚饭结束之后，詹妮和我便来到了车库里，只见马利又恢复了常态，他抓着一个咀嚼玩具，围着我们又蹦又跳，盼望着我们能和他进行一场小小的拔河赛。当詹妮用海棉揩拭着他毛发上的血迹时，我便将他按住不动。然后，当我们为他清理战场的时候，他便注视着我们，尾巴不停地摆动着。我们把地毯和烫衣板的面板扔掉了，擦拭着我们门上的抓痕和牙印，用拖把擦洗着墙壁上的血迹，以及开出了一张我们进行维修所需要从五金商店里购买的物品的清单——需要修理的项目简直不计其数，以致于我认为在马利的有生之年里我才能够完成此项内容浩繁的改造工程。马利对我们伸出援手去帮助他进行改造这一行为表现出了极大的热情。“你不必对此表现得如此开心。”我苦着一张脸闷闷不乐地说道，然后便把他牵进屋里过夜了。