Chapter 25 fifty-ninth night dog girl

I have a friend, a very good friend, he especially likes raising dogs, no matter if it is a rare dog breed or a puppy strayed on the street, as long as he sees it, he will never let it go, and he will definitely take it home and raise it well, but he His attitude towards dogs is very free, he comes in and out at will, so that sometimes he also told me that there are many stray dogs in his family, after healed up and fed, they pulled piles of excrement, wagged their tails and wagged their buttocks and left.But he doesn't care, and he repeats it endlessly, which makes me very strange. His love for dogs seems to have greatly surpassed the emotions of normal people. I vaguely think there should be some other stories.Since I have known him since I was a child, I know his family very well. Unfortunately, his father is indeed a butcher, and he specializes in killing dogs.But he said that there is a patriarch in this business, and his reputation is quite loud. This person is Fan Kuai, the number one warrior of the Han Dynasty who helped Han Gaozu Liu Bang conquer the world. According to "Historical Records": the founding emperor of the Han Dynasty The people of Pei also slaughtered dogs when they were young."Liu Bang and Fan Kui, the great ancestors of the Han Dynasty, were good friends since they were young. They became brothers-in-law and married the Lu family together. Fan Kui was poor since he was a child. , he washed the dog meat with Oolongtan water, and then boiled the dog meat with Oolongtan water, which tasted particularly delicious and mellow.So many people have a soft spot for dog meat, so the stall of my classmate’s father was very prosperous at one time. He even provided meat sources for many dog ​​meat hot pots at the beginning of the reform, and made a fortune very early. But I don’t know why, when the business is booming It is really strange to sell the business to others. I originally wanted to ask, but since others did not take the initiative to say it, it is naturally inconvenient to say it. When I asked, the answer was no, and lying was no, so I simply asked. Keep it in your heart and stop talking.

I went to that meat stall once, and it was because my father once told me to buy some dog meat for drinking. Although I don’t like eating dog meat very much, for children, especially in that era, some meat is very happy to eat. So I thought of my classmate, he once said that if I want to buy dog ​​meat, I must go to his father's place, it can be cheaper. Naturally, I found him, and my friend agreed, as a child, he always likes to show off, but in fact he seldom goes to his father's place. It was a huge vegetable market, and as soon as you entered, you could smell the smell of sweat, rotting vegetable leaves, a strong smell of blood, and the smell of animal feces.This strange smell made me very uncomfortable, and my friend jumped and took me to his father's meat stand.

His father was quite tall, with a bare upper body, revealing strong bronze muscles and broad shoulder bones. He was wearing a long dark blue apron that was full of greasy and shiny, and it seemed that there were still spots of blood on it.There are two young men next to them, greeting the guests and taking change for the meat.I looked at the meat stall, and there were strings of red pieces of meat and internal organs hanging on the hook on the left. There were several cutting boards beside them, but they were already blood-red, with a lot of red minced meat and bone dregs.Next to me were two other guests who arrived first, each with their mouths half open, looking at the dog meat with satisfied eyes, and kept pointing.

At the foot of my classmate's father, there were several iron cages, and the light was very dim, so I had to walk over to have a look. It turned out that there were many dogs locked inside. I can't forget the look in their eyes, they are very desperate. Indeed, they are very desperate eyes. Most of them are only more than one meter long, not big in size, with mixed coat colors. They are all earthen dogs. One of them is a black puppy. She stared straight at the red cutting board with her round, dull, plastic-like eyes streaming with tears, and then stared at me again.I was a little hairy from being stared at. At this time, my classmate's father kept urging me.

"Baby, hurry up, I still dare to drink." The voice of the classmate's father was as loud as thunder, so I had to point at one randomly. "That's it." I pointed to the black dog just now.When it saw my finger pointing at it, it began to tremble violently, its whole body trembling.The classmate's father waved his hand and dragged the puppy out of the cage.At this time, all the dogs in the cages began to bark.It was not an angry roar, but a low whine. I finally saw how they killed dogs. The friend's father grabbed the black dog by the ear with one hand, and lifted it up like a rabbit. The raised puppy didn't resist at all. Maybe it knew it was futile, but just curled up its limbs in a daze, while the classmate's father's With the other hand, he picked up a strange iron object, which looked a bit like a clothes rack. In fact, it was transformed from this, but the front was bent into a U shape. He pressed the front end on the dog's neck, black and white. The dog's whole body was stuck on the ground, and no matter how its limbs moved, it couldn't break free. Its neck dangled for a long time, and finally stopped moving. It stuck its little head on the cold ground, but kept crying and whining in its throat. Woo hoo.

The classmate's father took out a hammer, and I saw him lift it high and smash it on the black dog's head. In an instant, I heard a dull sound, like a broken firewood. The dog was not dead yet, but a large part had been sunken on its head, and it kept spitting out white foam and hot air. Its mouth was wide open, and its pink tongue hung out like a red ribbon. Soon, after the second muffled sound, the black dog stopped moving, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.The classmate’s father skillfully lifted the dog’s corpse, hung it on an iron hook, picked up a sharp bone-eviscerating knife, skillfully cut a hole in the dog’s neck, and then peeled off the dog’s skin like pulling out a banana peel. It came down, revealing steaming pink flesh.I was completely stunned, the dog's blood mixed with white brains soaked my sandaled feet.The classmate's father cut off a large piece of dog hind legs, I paid the money, and walked out slowly.

After leaving the vegetable market, my classmates and I didn't talk. The excitement and joy of the two of us before coming was gone. After I broke up with him, I walked home with a blank head. After that time, I stopped eating dog meat, and so did my classmates. But I just know these things, but I don't know why my classmates like to spoil dogs so much. At his house, I looked at the puppies running around, and my friend who was squinting and tirelessly feeding them with dog food, and finally asked him why he loves raising dogs so much, and talked about his dog killer Father. "Do you still remember that time I went to see the dog killing?" He tilted his head and looked at me with a smile, and then his expression became serious again.

"Tell you something, and maybe you'll understand why I like dogs so much. When I was born, my father was not around. Since the dog meat market was very popular at that time, he could hardly do without the meat stall. In addition, my mother didn’t seem to be due to give birth at that time, so he went back to kill dogs and sell meat without worry. After killing a few dogs, the neighbor's aunt ran over and told him that my mother had activated it. As a result, I hurried to the ground before he rushed to the hospital. It is said that I cried a lot when I was born and hated my father.Every time he opened his hands and walked towards me, my mother said that I would tremble all over, and I could not speak, and there was a miserable scream in my throat, and then I howled and cried, which made my father very embarrassed and embarrassed.

He doesn't understand why this happens, and as long as he stays at home, I always get sick, and strangely, as long as he leaves, I get better. So everyone agreed that my father and I had a conflict. "Speaking of which, he suddenly changed the topic, "Do you know Taishen? It may also be called Taisha." I shook my head, where have I heard this before. He lowered his eyelids slightly disappointed, and then slowly explained to me. "I'm actually of ethnic minority blood. I'm afraid you don't know this. My mother is a Buyi. Although she has been integrated into the Han nationality for a long time, the Buyi have always maintained their own set of habits when it comes to childbirth." It is said that my maternal grandparents were very opposed to my mother marrying a butcher, because they felt that my father was too murderous.

But they got married anyway, and it seemed to be going well. The father relied on the money from the butcher to take on the heavy responsibility of raising the family, and everyone was harmonious and smooth. The Buyi people believe that the formation of a fetus is a great thing, and the fetus in the womb until it is born, has always been in a state of inhumanity, hovering between the two worlds, so they are very fragile and need protection . Legend has it that there is always a kind of god around pregnant women. They are transformed from the mother of the dead child. Everyone can't distinguish between good and evil, because if it is good for the fetus and protects the fetus, everyone respects it and calls it '' If it is harmful to the fetus and harms the fetus, everyone is afraid of it, and it is called "fetal evil".This is also the origin of their names.

And when the pregnant woman is pregnant, the husband is not allowed to hunt or fish, because the tribe believes that the souls of animals and fish are afraid of men, so they will seek revenge from the fetus. My mother reminded my father not to kill too much when I was pregnant, but Due to the urgent need for money for childbirth and hospitalization, although my father agreed on the surface, he was still killing dogs and selling meat. My grandparents blamed the disharmony between my father and me on the revenge caused by my father killing too many dogs, but my father went everywhere to find a solution, so an old man proposed a solution to my father. That is to recognize a bitch. "He seemed to be feeling a little bit emotional, and there was a pause between his words, and I was also very surprised. "Dog bitch?" I said it out loud, and just as the words came out, Fang felt a little abrupt, and smiled embarrassedly, but fortunately, my classmates didn't take offense. "Yes, it's no wonder you reacted so strongly. At that time my father was also very surprised and even very angry. Because when ordinary people insulted him, he often called a son of a bitch, but now it's better, and he rushed to recognize one. Dogs as mothers, although it is only for the sake of luck, are somewhat similar to those who call their names very cheap for fear that their children will not grow up. When he was at home, I bit my lip and refused to drink milk, so I sighed and agreed to the old man's proposal. But a new problem emerged again. How on earth do you find a dog girl? Of course the parents asked the old man, and the old man said that they must find a bitch who gave birth to cubs for the first time, and all the cubs must die young, so that they are eligible.It sounds easy. My father is in the dog killing business, so he naturally knows many dog ​​breeders, but it is actually very difficult to find them. The dog farm is very large, and there are tens of thousands of puppies including breeding dogs. However, the father knows only some meat dogs. They are very enthusiastic to find suitable female dogs for him, but after some searching, they put him Tired enough, when he was about to give up, a friend told him that there happened to be a bitch in his place who gave birth for the first time and was less than one year old. She gave birth to three dogs, but she didn't live within a day When he got down, his father was overjoyed when he heard that, and quickly took the bitch back home. Strange to say, the bitch was very close to me as soon as she was brought to my house, and she liked me very much.Always on the edge of my cradle, and I'm not so close to my father, he can actually hold me without being disturbed by my crying. This is a very ordinary dog. In my childhood impression, it has always been with me, and my family never called it a dog, but a dog.And I call her a bitch.I can't name its species, I only know that the dog girl's fur is smooth and short, and it's white, like a wall that has just been painted white.It always likes to arch my little hands with its long, furry head. Having such a companion in my childhood really made me feel less lonely. But when the relationship between my father and I gradually improved, the relationship between the dog mother and him became worse and worse. Almost every time my father came in, it would yell at my father. , my father often frowned and walked around it carefully, but this kind of life is not an option after all.My mother often persuaded my father to give up the job of killing dogs, but my father always sighed and shook his head, or he just used words to perfunctory him. 'If you don't sell dog meat, how will the family live, and the children will have to go to school in the future. Do you think I like to do this bloody business every day? Seeing my father like this, my mother had no choice but to cut off the conversation. She just hoped that the business would be better, save some money, and start some other small business. But life always backfires. Just when my father decided to put down the butcher knife, my mother fell ill and almost wiped out all the family savings. In desperation, my father had to continue selling dog meat, and killed more dogs than before. It has almost reached the point of intolerance towards him, it even hates or bites the meat his father throws to it or as long as his father touches it.Sometimes when my father woke up in the middle of the night, he would actually see the bitch baring her teeth and grunting, sitting on the edge of his bed and staring at him.My mother often coughed and said that the dog girl has a spirituality, and she can smell the blood of the same kind on my father that we can't smell.My father also just used the excuse that the dog girl didn't like him, and always went out drinking with a group of friends. My mother and I didn't like those people. They were always full of foul language, which always made people feel uneasy. is not like them. This kind of life continued until I was twelve years old. Generally, the lifespan of dogs is not too long. Although it depends on the species, dogs in their teens are already considered old.The bitch has indeed lost the vivaciousness and vigor it used to have, but the strange thing is that since it came into my house, it has never been in contact with other dogs, and it has not given birth to any dogs in the past twelve years. Puppy, but always by my side, although sometimes I have to go to school.At first, my mother kept it at home, but when I came back, I saw that everything that could be torn into pieces was bitten by it. In desperation, I agreed to let it stay with me, so my classmates and teachers at school could see one every day after school. The big white dog was very obediently squatting at the door without moving, shaking its head from time to time and waiting for me to come over, and every time I walked over to stroke its head as a habit, and the bitch touched it with its black and wet nose. He touched my hand, licked the back of his hand with his warm tongue, and walked happily in front of me. But these days are over, because I want to go to junior high school, which is a good key school, and my parents took a lot of effort to get me in. I don't want to go there, because that school is boarding, that is to say, everyone I can only go home and see the dog girl on the weekend of the week, but I can't refuse the expectant eyes of my parents. I know that they are saving money to let me in, and in their opinion, only if I can go to a good junior high school In high school, you can go to a good university if you can go to a good high school, and you can get a good job and support yourself after graduating from a good university.And they have been saving money, mother always told father to buy the cheapest medicine, and father also cut off the friends and quit drinking. This seems to be a chain that binds all parents. The dog girl seemed to understand that she wasn't angry or angry this time, she just walked around my feet with her eyes open and her head down, making a sound like a doll squeezed from time to time.In fact, I know that it has no strength to run and roar anymore. It is getting old and eats very little every day, and prefers to lie there with its head buried in its forelimbs and stay still. It could be hours at a stretch. The school life is very good. I just met so many people of the same age living, eating, playing and studying together, which made me feel that I can be so happy without the dog girl.As a result, I went home less and less often, and every time I went back, I was busy talking to my parents about what I saw and heard about the school, and playing with the dog girl less and less. Glancing at the dog girl, seeing it with its ears drooping and tail tucked in disappointment, walking away slowly, and when it got to the corner and lay down, I would feel uncomfortable for a moment, as if my heart had been hollowed out. It wasn't until that incident that I realized that the bond between me and the dog girl was still there. When school started, it snowed heavily, which is relatively rare at this time.I left the house and saw the bitch squatting at the door watching me.The snow fell heavily, and it was the only time in my impression that this city had such a heavy snow, and the snow kept falling, as if it didn't mean to stop. Back at school, I chatted with a classmate who was missing for a winter vacation, and then I packed up, and the day passed quickly, but when I went to sleep, I always felt that there was something I didn’t let go of, it was very strange, and I couldn’t sleep all the time, although very tired. Thinking about it now, there is indeed such a thing as a premonition. In the quiet campus, I suddenly heard a familiar cry.At first I thought it was an auditory hallucination, but when I turned around, I did hear it, and the cry was hurried and hoarse. It was the voice of a dog girl. I couldn't believe it. I quickly got up and got dressed, and went to the window to wipe the glass window that was blurred by everyone's breath. There are street lights outside, so I can see it clearly. The snowy ground is very empty. I didn't see the dog girl at first glance, but when I looked carefully, it turned out that its fur was originally white. There was a thick layer of snow, and it squatted on the snow and still raised its head and screamed. The shouts had woken up some students, and they were complaining one after another, so I had no choice but to quickly get dressed and run downstairs to the dormitory. It's a bitch, I'm sure again, but I've never brought her here before.And here is quite far from home, if it is walking, I am afraid it will take eight or nine hours. But it really came here, and I stroked its head happily, which was covered with a thick layer of snow.The dog girl seemed very happy too, wagging her tail happily, I haven't seen it like this for many days. But I suddenly found that there seemed to be something in the dog girl's mouth.It was biting tightly, refusing to open its mouth.Under the dim streetlights, I tried to make it open its mouth to see what it was. Finally, the dog girl spat out, and there was something extra on the white snow. It's an amputated finger.There is still blood on it, probably because it has been kept in the dog girl's mouth, the blood has not solidified yet, and it flows very slowly, reflecting a light red semicircle on the ground, but it flows very slowly, like It's like the malt candy I ate as a child. The finger has turned black, I was surprised, but I looked carefully, the finger is very familiar to me, there is a big triangular scar on the finger, it is a tall man named beard, it is his father One of my friends, who is very fond of gambling and drinking, because he once touched my face with his hand, I looked at his hand, so I remembered that there was a scar on his finger. Something must have happened at home. I patted the bitch on the head and picked up my finger on the ground. The school teachers came out. I told them that something might have happened at home. The teachers woke up the school driver, drove me back, and called the police.When I got in the car, the dog girl started to feel a little weird. Instead of licking the back of my hand passionately like before, she lay meekly beside my feet. My legs could feel its stomach rise and fall with the breath. .But now I don't care about the dog girl, I am more worried about the parents at home. When I came to the house, I found that the police had already arrived. It turned out that Beard had lost all his money, and he knew that my father had saved some for me to study, so I drank wine and took a boning knife to rob the house with another guy in the dark. .The mother was still in shock and said that Huzi helped his parents with a rope and was rummaging through things at home.As a result, the dog girl rushed over and bit the hand holding the knife. Huzi's other partner was frightened, and put the knife on his mother's neck and shouted for the dog girl to let go. ran out. Beard and his accomplice left when the police arrived, but he was still caught with the severed finger. My parents were very happy to get their stolen money back, but the bitches couldn't dance around me anymore. It took less than two hours to arrive after the original eight or nine hours' journey. This kind of exhaustion burned the last energy in its body. But the dog girl was very peaceful when she left.I always thought it found me because there was a bond between me and the dog girl that no one could understand or see. After that, I no longer kept dogs, and my father no longer killed dogs. But I will take in some very poor, stray puppies on the street, or abandoned pet dogs, but I will not keep them, although I will try my best to find a new owner for them, but in my opinion there is really no A dog can take the place of a dog girl in my heart. "My friend finished speaking, but I could see his eyes were a little wet. Although I solved some years of doubts in my mind, I didn't feel relieved. "You know, sometimes after I fall asleep on the bed, I can often feel something licking my hand on the edge of the bed, as before, like a bitch, very warm." He smiled He picked up a chihuahua who was blind in the left eye and was always barking at his feet, and escorted me out of the house.