In a daze, the dying Lao Huang seemed to hear a familiar call.
He raised his eyelids with difficulty.
However, it could no longer clearly see the scene in front of it. However, it was born with an extremely keen sense of smell, which allowed it to smell a familiar scent. It was the scent of the master it had been waiting for for more than half an era!
On his deathbed.
It recalled the past intermittently, until finally, the scene was fixed on the scene where it and its owner first met.
…
The spring is cold and cold, and the weather suddenly turns warm and cold again.
After a drizzle, the coldness swept across the world again. On the corner of the long street, a little native dog, which was just born and was only the size of a palm, was lying in the mud. Its furry body curled up into a ball, and it could not even tremble.
Gone.
It doesn't know why it is here.
All it knew was that it was hungry, cold, and about to die.
On the long street.
Traffic
Malone, people come and go.
But no one gave it a second glance. After all, it was just an ordinary little local dog. It could be seen everywhere in the streets and courtyards, so no one cared about its life and death.
"Huh?"
"A little puppy?"
Just when its eyelids were getting heavier and heavier and were about to close completely, a crisp sound suddenly rang out.
The body warms up.
He was already hugged by a pair of flawless white hands.
"The dog is so pitiful."
"I was almost crushed to death by the wheel of a car."
The warmth gradually increases.
It suddenly felt stronger and less hungry. It slowly opened its eyelids and saw a girl's face that was so perfect that no flaws could be found.
The girl's face was filled with pity.
Gently wipe the mud off its body, revealing its light yellow fur.
"It's so cute!"
"Since I picked you up, from today on, I am your master!"
"so small……"
The girl stared at its palm-sized body and said thoughtfully, "How about I call you Dahuang?"
Her words.
It didn't understand most of it.
He just tilted his head and gently rubbed the girl's palm.
The instinct from the depths of the blood tells it that it has a master, and it will follow him for the rest of its life, devoting its loyalty and never abandoning him.
…
The bottom of the Yellow Spring River.
At the foot of the stone statue of a woman, a skinny and scarred old yellow dog turned its head with difficulty, gently rubbed the skirt of the stone statue, and closed its eyes peacefully.
It's very tiring.
It's also very sleepy.
Having found its owner, it can finally have a good sleep like it did more than half an century ago.
This sleep.
It won't wake up again.
Chapter completed!