Qiao Jinling was so distressed that her heart almost broke. She held the little black dog in her arms. The little guy seemed to be frightened. His eyes were closed, his body was trembling and curled up into a ball. The fur on his body was felted, and there should be wounds.
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"Get out of here! Why are you bullying a puppy like this?! It is also a life, why are you treating it so badly?"
Qiao Jinling was angry like never before. She recalled the scene of being bullied wantonly by Wang Xiaojiao in her previous life before she died. Good people were bullied, and weak dogs were beaten.
"Well, Qiao Jinling, we didn't fight it. It was lying in the grass nest by itself. We just carried it and let it fly."
Fatty was stunned.
"Fuck you! Get out of here!"
Qiao Jinling hugged the little black dog and couldn't help but curse.
After returning home, Qiao Jinling discovered that the puppy's injuries were more serious than imagined. Its paws, face, and ears were covered in blood.
Especially when a hole was torn open in the neck, it looked like it was not hit by someone else, nor was it hit by someone. It looked more like it was bitten by sharp teeth. It is normal for a stray dog like this to be bitten by a big dog.
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Qiao Jinling didn't know what to do with this bloody little guy, so he had to ask Sun Huifang for help.
"Mom, what should we do? Let's save it."
"Lingling, go to the back room and get the medicine box!"
Sun Huifang took out a piece of anti-inflammatory medicine, wrapped it in straw paper, crushed it into powder with a rolling pin, and sprinkled it on the wound. She originally wanted to wrap it with cotton gauze and tape, but the tape couldn't stick to the fur, so she had to tie it with a cotton rope.
"Mom, will it die?"
"I don't know either. It depends on its fate. Lingling, bring over the remaining broth and add some hot water."
The little black dog closed its eyes and didn't eat anything. It occasionally moaned like "ah oh" but remained motionless.
Sun Huifang found a small wooden box, cleaned it with a broom, covered it with old cotton wool, put a cotton mat on it, and put the little black dog inside.
After Sun finished her work, she looked back at Qiao Jinling and Qiao Jinliang, who were standing nearby obediently, and said gently: "Okay, children, that's all we can do. Whether it can resist it or not, it depends on itself."
"Third Aunt, the little black dog will definitely get better!"
Qiao Jinliang rarely showed a trace of seriousness on his face.
In the evening, the little black dog opened its eyes.
The moment Qiao Jinling looked at the dog, it felt like a lifetime ago. There seemed to be something to say in the wet dog's eyes, like a god.
"Wow…"
The little black dog whimpered softly at Qiao Jinling, like a wronged child finding its mother.
"Don't be afraid, no one will hurt you again. You must get better soon!"
Qiao Jinling didn't know why, but tears welled up in her eyes. She wanted to hug it and comfort it.
"Huifang, look, this little black dog seems to know our Lingling, it keeps staring at us."
Qiao Jinling's heart was moved by her father's words. Could this little black dog be the puppy that she failed to adopt in her previous life?
In the next few days, she became more and more convinced of her own ideas. She fed food to the puppy, and the puppy ate it, and he would wag his tail at her when he felt a little energetic.
Qiao Jinliang was not satisfied here.
"We rescued it together. Why does it only wag its tail to you? Puppy, come and drink the broth."
Qiao Jinliang picked up the small broken bowl with a crack in the mouth and smashed it into the puppy's mouth. But the puppy shook its head but did not open its mouth.
"You can't hurt it!"
Qiao Jinling took the small bowl and felt very distressed. When the puppy saw that it was Qiao Jinling who was holding the bowl, it shook its little head, exposed its little tongue, and licked the food so sweetly that it made Qiao Jinling beat his chest and jump in anger.
"What a good dog. If you recognize the owner, let's call him Xiao Hei from now on."
I wanted to give it this name in my previous life. I didn't use it before, so I'll call it a good one in this life.
Xiao Hei recovered quickly, and soon he was able to move freely and run around in the yard. Sun Huifang also tried her best to supplement nutrition, and chopped beef offal into minced meat for him to eat.
As long as Qiao Jinling is around, Xiao Hei won't even look at anyone else, and will just lick the dog.
This time, Qiao Jinling was followed by two little tails.
Since her rebirth, one of her favorite things is to climb trees, intertwining her legs to hold the trunk, and climbing up with both hands. The higher she climbs, the further she can see.
She often crosses the bridge to pick small red fruits on the branches of some big trees along the edge of Nanhe Village. The fruits at higher places are more flavorful, so she must try her best to climb to the highest point and find a suitable position without washing.
The taste of sunshine is not like the fruits in the previous life which were full of yin.
When she climbed the tree to pick fruits, Xiao Hei jumped on her short legs and barked in circles. Qiao Jinliang held his neck high like Xiao Yan'er, his nose bubbles were shiny, and he didn't care about his appearance. When he was anxious, he would use his arms to
wipe.
"Qiao Jinling, don't just eat it for yourself, throw some away for me!"
Qiao Jinliang's greedy DC Harazi.
"I'll give it to you when I've had enough."
"Qiao Jinling! Throw down a few of them for me!"
Qiao Jinliang was so anxious that he turned around, but he could only get greedy and couldn't climb up.
When she was almost done eating, she dropped a few fruits. Qiao Jinliang thought they were not big enough and not red enough, so he threw the fruits in the grass angrily.
Qiao Jinling was not used to his bad habit of eating as much as she liked. She climbed down the tree with a swish and greeted Xiao Hei to go home. Qiao Jinliang followed angrily.
"Hey, it's for you."
Approaching the door of her grandma's house, Qiao Jinling opened her hand, and a round red fruit, with a clear watery texture, lay in the palm of her hand.
"Bah! Who cares? I don't want to eat it!!"
Qiao Jinliang knocked off the small red fruit and stamped his feet on it, which instantly turned into a puddle.
"I'm too lazy to talk to you."
Qiao Jinling whistled and wandered home. Why waste energy on a little kid?
"Lingling, your letter is from your deskmate in Beijing, right?"
As soon as Qiao Jinling entered the door, he saw Sun Huifang holding a letter with a gossipy look on her face.
She glanced at the handwriting and saw that it was from Sun Songwei. She changed the recipient to herself. Fortunately, she had Song Yishan as an excuse, so she received letters from time to time, and Sun Huifang didn't have too many doubts.
Sun Songwei said in the letter that the first issue of "Imagine the Future" was very successful, especially "If We Can Travel Through the Future" written by Qiao Jinling, which was welcomed by readers and inspired them a lot of entrepreneurial inspiration, and encouraged Qiao Jinling to write more fantastic articles.
As expected.
Qiao Jinling briefly wrote about the ideas of takeout, shared bicycles, buffets, high-speed rail, mobile phones, laptops, etc., in 800 words, it simply shocked the jaws of people who were born in 1985.
She still had a lot of ideas in her mind, so she was saving them to write slowly. She had saved nearly 100 yuan in manuscript fees in the small tin box. She wanted to take some time to go to the city with her father to buy something for her mother.
"Lingling! Is Liangliang here with you?"
Yang Guixiang's loud voice sounded. She walked in in a panic, looking around.
"Mom, don't worry, what's wrong?"
Sun Huifang had never seen her mother-in-law so panicked.
"Huifang, Liangliang disappeared. When he came back, he looked listless. He said he wanted to eat scrambled eggs. When I finished frying them, no one would see him anymore. No one usually plays with him."
"I looked around and saw no one. You said that if this eldest grandson is lost, how can I explain it to the fourth son and his wife?"
The more Yang Guixiang spoke, the more panicked she became, and her voice couldn't help but tremble. Oh my God, the sky is falling!