I once wanted to have a puppy when I was about seven years old, just out of first grade.
We live in a remote place, surrounded by many wastelands and ruins. It may be the dogs raised on the previous construction site. The workers left, but no one took the dogs away. They reproduced there for generations and struggled to survive. Has gradually returned to the wild. My mother always told me to stay away from there, for fear that I would be bitten by dogs.
The elementary school I attended was relatively close to home. When I was in first grade, Sheng Minou was in fifth grade. We had a short time at the same school and would go home together after school.
Boys under the age of ten are the most naughty. According to the normal route, we should bypass the ruins and take the main road home, but that would take a big circle and take about five minutes longer. So when I discovered that the blue iron fence of the ruins had been turned up at one corner, I had a bold idea - just walk through there.
Sheng Minou naturally disagreed, he rarely agreed to my suggestions since he was a child.
"Don't go in."
We stood at the gap in the fence and a disagreement arose.
"But I want to go in..." I glanced inside the fence, and then at Sheng Minou who was downcast, "You go home from the main road, I'll go inside, let's see who gets home first, shall we?"
Sheng Minou frowned, with impatience in his eyes: "I said, don't go in."
When I was a child, I was not so cowardly, and I didn't always obey his words.
I know he doesn't want me in there, but one has to be adventurous. So, like a boat sailing away into the ocean, I slipped into the gap without looking back, pretending I hadn't heard his warning.
"That's it, brother, I must be faster than you!"
The road to the ruins is not easy to walk, and the ground has not had time to pave cement, and it is still undulating soil. But this suits me, an "adventurer" appetite. I ran fast on the muddy ground, with my arms open, facing the breeze, happily like a deer stepping on the green grass for the first time.
Then, just then, I heard a childish, feeble cry.
I stopped and looked towards the source of the sound.
It took me more time to get home than expected, and when I walked to the door, Sheng Minou was already waiting there, his face was not very good, he turned and went upstairs without saying a word.
"Brother, why don't you wait for me." I followed quickly, with the heavy weight of my schoolbag on my shoulder, and suddenly a small dog barked from inside.
Sheng Minou, who was walking in front, stopped suddenly, and I grabbed the strap of my backpack, tensing up.
He turned around and looked behind me: "What's the sound?"
"I didn't hear it..."
As if against me, before the words fell, there was another louder cry from the backpack, accompanied by uncomfortable sobs.
Under Sheng Minou's see-through stare, I pouted, put down my backpack helplessly, and took out the little guy I picked up from the ruins.
The little guy is yellow all over, with a slightly black face and the tip of the tail. It is an authentic little native dog.
"Brother, isn't it cute? Let's take it home and raise it, okay?" I lifted the puppy up and leaned towards Sheng Minou with a flattering expression.
Sheng Minou took another step up the steps in disgust, away from me and the puppy in my hand.
"Mom won't agree."
I hugged the puppy into my arms, and said not very confidently: "It doesn't matter, my mother loves me the most, and she will agree."
Sheng Minou glanced at me, then at the little dog, turned around and continued walking up without saying anything.
Facts have proved that no matter how much my mother loves me, she can't tolerate the sudden addition of a dirty, unidentified little dog who doesn't know if there are any parasites in the house.
When she came home and found the puppy, she literally screamed for me to throw it out, I got into a big fight with her, locked myself in the house with the puppy, and cried my heart out.
A little later, my dad came back. After understanding the general situation and the contradiction, he knocked on the door and asked me to go out for dinner first.
My dad has always been reasonable, I heard his tone thought it was funny, I quickly wiped away my tears and opened the door.
The atmosphere of the whole meal was subdued, and no one seemed in the mood to chat. When it was almost finished, my dad took the rice and said to my mom: "Since Xiaofeng likes it, why don't you stay and raise it?"
I don't know where this sentence hurt my mother's feet. She put down her chopsticks heavily with a dark face, and said back unceremoniously: "You have to raise everything! Have you ever considered my feelings? Who can't be a good person, but do you have the ability and financial resources to be a good person? What do you think our family is, a millionaire? We are just working class, raising two children is difficult, and you still want to raise a dog?" She It seems to be talking about dogs, but it doesn't seem to be, "Besides, you don't know that I hate hair loss the most. When I see cats and dogs, I get a headache. I may be able to accept a bird, but I will not allow a dog. !"
My dad also lost his face: "If you don't raise it, you don't raise it. If you have something to say, why does this attitude hurt the child's heart?"
"I broke the child's heart? Am I a bad person now? I don't have a heart!!"
I was terrified by the escalating quarrel between my parents, who were blushing and screaming like two strangers they had never met.
"Stop arguing!" I felt very uncomfortable, and I wrinkled my face and cried loudly at the dining table, which once made the scene even more chaotic.
My dad was panting, and was a little bit brought back to his senses by my crying, and tried his best to ask Sheng Mingou to take me back to the house to do my homework with a peaceful voice.
Sheng Minou said "OK", grabbed my hand and walked into the room.
As soon as he closed the door, there was another quarrel in the restaurant, mostly my mother's voice, suppressed, irritable, and angry.
I hugged the puppy who was sleeping in a corner and sat on the bed, weeping silently. I already had a premonition in my heart that I might not be able to keep it.
"Put the dog down and bring out the homework."
My room is bigger, in addition to the bed and wardrobe, there is room for a desk. When doing homework, Sheng Minou will do it together in my room, so that I can ask him in time if I don't understand anything. My homework in the entire elementary school was basically tutored by Sheng Minou, and my parents could say that it was extremely worry-free.
"Oh, don't..." Before I was ten years old, I had a very stubborn temper, and I tended to be a little arrogant. Then my father passed away, and the family underwent great changes, which successfully suppressed this trend. Later, although he was still stubborn, he was only stubborn about Sheng Minou.
Sheng Minou has limited patience, regardless of my refusal, he reached out to grab the puppy in my arms.
The puppy was frightened, or sensed Sheng Minou's dislike for it, and bit Sheng Minou's palm in confusion.
Sheng Minou quickly withdrew his hand, and the side of the palm where the little finger connected was scratched with two bloodstains by the dog's teeth. It wasn't serious, but it still made me tremble with fear.
"Brother, how are you doing?" I left the puppy and anxiously stepped forward to check Sheng Minou's wound.
Sheng Minou held his wrist, staring down at his bleeding wound, with no expression on his face.
I breathed into his wound and asked again: "Brother, does it hurt?"
Sheng Minou didn't seem to hear my question, he stood there for a long time, motionless.
At the same time, there were noises of parents arguing outside the house, and my mother dropped the bowl.
"What do you think this is? Is it a shelter for stray animals? You can keep them if you want, but I'll go. Can't I afford to provoke them or hide them?"
"I don't want to argue with you..."
"Who wants to argue with you?"
Sheng Minou suddenly moved, he waved me away and walked towards the bedside table: "I don't like it."
I was taken aback, and hurriedly followed him: "Brother, I'm sorry..."
Sheng Minou took out a few tissues and pressed them on his wound. The bright red color quickly emerged from the surface of the tissue. He didn't seem to feel any pain, and he didn't frown. He walked past me to the door.
"One stray animal is enough." He whispered in my ear as he passed me.
I looked back in astonishment. At that time, I couldn't quite understand what he meant. Later, when I grew up, I realized that I had already missed the best time to comfort him.
Sheng Minou opened the door, walked up to his panting parents, and told them that he was bitten by a dog.
My dad was very nervous when he heard that, and immediately said that he would take him for an injection.
"Look, if you bite people now, it's okay to raise them? This kind of dog is unfamiliar." My mother just took this opportunity to sneer.
My dad ignored her, went into the house with a straight face, took the money and keys, and took Sheng Minou to the hospital.
They didn't come back until late at night, and I opened the door as soon as I heard the key unlock, and when I saw Sheng Minou, I called him "Brother" in a low voice, but he didn't even look at me and went straight back to my room.
My dad locked the door, glanced at the quiet master bedroom, and asked me why I wasn't asleep.
"I want to wait for you to come back..." I stared at the ground nervously.
My dad sighed, took me into my room, and asked me to show him the puppy.
I took the puppy out from under the desk, stroked its head and said, "I feel sorry for it, it... it wagged its tail at me, and its mother couldn't be found nearby, so I brought it back. "
My dad pulled me to sit down by the bed, and said in a gentle and discussing tone: "Dad knows that you are a kind and good boy, but now my mother disagrees with keeping a dog, and my brother was bitten by it again. Dad thought about it for a while." , I think it may not be suitable to stay in our house."
I was prepared in my heart, but this time I was not stubborn anymore, I nodded lightly and said: "Mmm..."
My dad patted my head and continued: "Dad's work unit is just short of a guard dog. In this way, Dad will take it to the work unit tomorrow and keep it there in the future. Do you think it's okay?"
My dad took the puppy from me, took it out, fed it some leftovers, and made a temporary nest for it with an old clothes pad in the bathroom.
"Just let it live here for one night." My dad stood up and drove me back to the house early to sleep.
When I passed the door of Sheng Minou, I paused, stared at his closed door for a moment, and finally dared not knock on the door, turned back to my room and closed the door.
The next day, the puppy was taken to work by my dad. Sheng Minou had a high fever caused by the side effects of the vaccine, so he had to ask for leave to rest at home.
Since then, my pet dream has also ended.
When I opened my eyes, the foreground seemed to be spinning, my ears were buzzing, and there was a layer of hot sweat on my body.
Hearing the sound of pages turning beside me, I turned my head slightly, and saw Sheng Minou leaning on the bedside, reading a professional book on law.
I looked at him for a while, and called him: "Brother..." my voice was hoarse and hoarse.
Sheng Minou stopped turning the page and looked at me.
"Do you want some water?"
I shook my head and hurriedly explained to him: "I will find someone else to adopt that cat, and I won't keep it for long."
His expression didn't change a bit because of my words, he looked at me for a while, and then returned his attention to the book.
"what ever."
I reached out my hand from under the quilt and gently tugged at his sleeve.
"I only need you."
He looked at the pages in front of him, seeming to be reading, yet not seeming to.
"Do you think I can't even tolerate a cat, or are you afraid that I will hurt it?"
I tugged on his sleeve more vigorously, almost tearing his hand away from the book.
"No, I don't want it..." I stared at the small half of his face that was exposed from behind the book, and chuckled, "I just want you."
Sheng Minou didn't speak for a long time, nor did he turn the page.
"Brother, can you give me a kiss?" I still tugged on his sleeve, coquettishly coquettish with him like a sick child.
After a while, as if there was nothing he could do about me, he turned the book upside down, bent over, and placed a kiss on my lips.
I grabbed his arm and just wanted to turn my head back, but he backed away without hesitation.
"There is still some fever, you'd better sleep for a while."
He picked up the book again and started to read. There was no sign of continuing to be warm with me. I pursed my mouth and leaned towards him, burying my face on his waist.
"Then you accompany me." I hugged him and said.