My initial criteria for judging dogs, that is, their "housekeeping" skills, are naturally fearful and contradictory to them. Not to mention other people's dogs, they bark at me, and our dogs sometimes grin fiercely, are hostile to me and make strange noises in their throats, both of which can successfully frighten me to cry. Although, every time someone else helps me out: "stupid dog, the villagers don't know him, what's the point?" Go away! Although I have never been bitten by a dog, my reaction to dogs since then has been "mind your own business". "My own dog makes people laugh and cry. My grandmother always pulls me over and scares me so much that I can't even move my feet, pointing at the dog and scolding: "Are you blind? "I don't know anyone! Call again and see if I don't hit you! " Say that finish, the dog seems to understand, painfully shook his tail a few times and looked at me nervously, as if to treat me as one of their own. But I will still be afraid of it, just as it still "turns its face and denies people" after I change my clothes.
With such a leading edge, I can naturally understand why I was so disgusted with the name "Dog Sister". Uncle is a dog lover, and he was famous for being kind to dogs at that time. He has a big dog named "Ah Fu", and I'm not interested in it. It was a Spring Festival many years ago, and we all went to my aunt's house as guests. We all got together and sang "Ah Fu" in a low voice. I snuggled up to my grandmother and looked at the big dog warily, for fear that it would do something terrible. That big dog is unlike any I have ever seen before. It just looked at me quietly, as if guessing what I was thinking. For a moment, it looked at me sideways with its left face, and then changed to its right face. This scene gave me a strange feeling and made me feel scared for a moment. Maybe I don't know dogs, maybe ... suddenly, grandma gave me a big hug and said happily, "This dog is older than you, and it will be your dog sister in the future." Grandma opened her mouth wide with laughter. I was scared by my behavior just now. I just stared at my grandmother, and some yellow teeth showed. Then I heard others laughing. When I realized that they wanted me to call the dog "big sister dog", I felt inexplicably angry and wronged: "I don't call it big sister dog!" Everyone seemed to ignore my resistance and laughed again. I was so angry that I pushed my grandmother's hand away and walked outside. I'm moping in the corner, and I want to cry at the thought that everyone is laughing. But at the thought of visiting menstruation's house, my mother specifically told me not to get angry, so I had to hold back my tears quickly. Ask people before they arrive. If grandma is narrow-minded and comes out of the corner and says, "Why are you hiding here to play with your dog sister?" In the blink of an eye, I found the big dog standing behind me. When I turned to look at it, I shook my tail briskly. In a trance, I seem to see a warm smile on its face. My heart suddenly changed at that moment. Before I could analyze it carefully, my grandmother took me away: "It's cold, what should I do outside?" Go back to the house to warm up and eat quickly. "The memory after that day is so vague that it doesn't seem to exist. I forgot what I ate and when I went home, as if it didn't matter, so my memory faded out. The only thing I remember clearly is the reason for this "dog sister".
After a long time, I didn't touch "Ah Fu" either, and slowly I forgot the strange feeling about it. I also forgot where it started. I clung to my aunt's daughter, with sister Hongmei on the left and sister Hongmei on the right, shouting loudly, jumping and following hard, and I didn't feel tired. Later, I went to menstruation's house during the winter and summer vacations. My brother loves to stick to me, so my mother asked me to take my brother to my sister's house. Then, the picture often shows Sister Hongmei shouting "Ah Fu", and the big dog flies to the front to lead the way. I crossed my legs and ran after me, shouting, "Sister Hongmei, wait for me." Then my brother cried. Finally, Sister Hongmei shouted, "Liangzi, come here quickly. My sister is waiting for you." At this time, "Ah Fu" will sniff the left and then turn back to look at the right. I'm laughing in my heart, and I'm tired of running, knowing that Sister Hongmei can't bear to see her brother cry. My mentality at that time was not my brother's sister, nor did I care about "Ah Fu", but a sister who was competing with my brother and "Ah Fu" for the favor of my big sister. Finally, finally, we can't compete with time, and we can't escape from time. On the way to chasing the wind, we accidentally left our childhood and never found it again.
If you like someone, even the crows on her roof like them. This is the truth of "love me, love my dog", which can't be better said. Just as I like sticking to my sister, my sister also likes "Ah Fu" to follow me around. Finally, my sense of distance from "Ah Fu" disappeared. In those days of chasing the wind, with Ah Fu, my sister, my brother and I became particularly complete, but it was a childhood that no one could sing. Another clear picture about "Ah Fu" is the noodle incident. It is precisely because of this incident that I learned a lot about "Ah Fu" and slowly accepted my "dog sister" from the bottom of my heart.
That day, we were about to eat noodles, to be exact. Because of the difference in eating habits between the north and the south, it is very rare for us to eat noodles in Jiangnan. Therefore, it is delicious to eat noodles occasionally. When my sister put away the noodle bowls one by one, Longxu Noodles, who ordered sesame oil, smelled of chopped green onion, which was an ultimate temptation. Now I have forgotten what it tastes like. It seems that I have never eaten it, but it has become the most delicious bowl of noodles in my memory. Memory is so terrible, once located, nothing can compare with it. Because, we will always subjectively polish the things in our memory and finally become flawless treasures. Therefore, we will become lonely and sad, because in the real world, it is irreplaceable, and we can't help but take it out and wipe it with heat, thus torturing ourselves. Who can really understand this loneliness except ourselves? As a result, memories became their own stories and piled up in their hearts. Even if they germinate and break the sky, they can't escape the bondage, because in the eyes of others, they may be nothing. Of course, regarding the precious memory of this bowl of noodles, I believe my brother and I have the same experience, as well as my "dog sister". I clearly saw my brother's shining eyes like mine, maybe even brighter than mine, because he couldn't bear to take a bite for a long time. Ah Fu is tall, but he doesn't put his mouth into the bowl on the bench to grab food, which is another advantage of Ah Fu. But my brother was always on tenterhooks, kept driving with his small hands, and finally knocked the bowl over. "Ah Fu" seems to have its own noodles. Come and eat them. My brother cried with a "wow", closed his eyes and hugged the big head of "Ah Fu" and shouted something. I don't know if I'm afraid of being scolded for throwing a bowl. Or simply don't give up this bowl of noodles. We were amused by his behavior and laughed angrily. Sister Hongmei said, "I told you not to eat it. It will feed the dog." Hearing this, my brother cried even harder. I quickly took the bowl and divided a lot of noodles. However, he still stared at Ah Fu with an unhappy face. Later, it occurred to me that this may be a big blow to a child of a few years old, about the lack of ability, leading to failure. I later understood his obsession with "Ah Fu". This kind of psychology is not uncommon in the adult world, but it is expressed in some different ways.
After returning to China, this incident naturally became the content of "reporting". However, my mother didn't believe the part about "Ah Fu" stealing noodles. My mother told the story of "Ah Fu". After we heard the story about "Ah Fu", I fell in love with my "dog sister" from the bottom of my heart. Mom said that my uncle is a dog lover, and his kindness to dogs once made my grandmother angrily accuse him. Uncle always gives Ah Fu the best food. When Ah Fu is uncomfortable, he cooks a bowl of broth and feeds it with fresh rice, which can also explain why Ah Fu is much bigger than the average dog. You know, the countryside is no better than the city, and at that time, I don't think I had a pet dog like that. So, naturally, some people think that the dog's mouth is too tight, and my uncle always smiles affectionately at Ah Fu. Others also find it useless to talk more, and they are no longer bored. Only my uncle knows it's worth it. Uncle is a farmer and hunter, and Ah Fu is a good helper. It often runs behind the mountain and bites some rabbits by itself. It's not greedy. Take it home. When he was caressed and encouraged by his uncle, he was as happy as if he had the whole world. If biting a rabbit can't reflect the ferocity of "Ah Fu", what about beating a boar bigger than it? "Ah Fu" is especially psychic. Sometimes he sees wild animals on the mountain. First of all, he went to fight alone, but he was no match for anyone his age. When he couldn't fight, he quickly went back to "move reinforcements" and bit his uncle's trouser leg and screamed. His bones were full of excitement. His uncle seemed to understand what "Ah Fu" said. When he mentioned the bronze gun, he followed suit. "Ah Fu" happily ran ahead to lead the way, screaming like a child who found the treasure, and a victory was ahead. Sometimes when "Ah Fu" comes back with blood, my uncle will naturally feel distressed and dress it carefully, as if taking care of his own children. While "Ah Fu" lay obediently at his uncle's feet, as if telling him that his injury didn't hurt at all, but he was shaking all over and hit his uncle's heart through thick fur. "Ah Fu" put his face on the ground for a while and screamed weakly, then turned around and licked his uncle's hand gently. "Ah Fu" is getting more and more distressing. Up to now, I have always been full of admiration and love for Ah Fu, although not as much as one tenth of my uncle's, and I really admit in my heart that my "dog sister".
When I grew up, I seldom saw him for various reasons, but his daughter was brought to my house, and my relationship with dogs deepened. Through my affection for Ah Hu, I have a natural affection for rhubarb and soon became a good playmate. When rhubarb was young, I liked to hold it. When it grew up, I couldn't hold it, so it jumped on me and hugged me. When he was young, he liked to run after me. He grew up and I couldn't run, so he turned around and circled around me excitedly. When he was young, he hated me for going to school. When he grows up, he knows the way. He lies beside my seat every day, silently guarding him. ...
How time flies! I didn't know where you were going until. One winter, I found "Dahuang" lying upright under the bed, and five hungry puppies kept rubbing against it, but there was no response. Mother said, "rhubarb" is out of breath and was poisoned. I suddenly asked faintly, "Where's Ah Fu?" Mother touched my head: "Silly boy, it has lived for ten years, which is considered a high life." It died in the grave last winter. " Mom is still talking about the spirituality of "Ah Fu": "I heard that it knew that its time was running out, so it found an ancient tomb that didn't know which age, and lay quietly in it and died." My mother also said that my uncle left sad tears because of Ah Fu's death ... his eyes were hazy and he couldn't see clearly the big guy who was always licking my face. My ears seem to be covered, too, and I can't hear my mother sigh. I just recall my past with rhubarb and the story of Ah Fu over and over again. It turns out that I lost the most precious gift that Sister Dog gave me, and I actually lost it …
When mother dragged the stiff rhubarb out, five puppies barked, as if realizing that mother would never come back. Without thinking, I grabbed my mother's hand and said, "Wait." I don't know what I am waiting for, but I am staring at rhubarb. Just like when my brother held Ah Fu and looked at the face that fell to the ground. A deep sense of failure and regret filled my mind. Without protection, I missed the last trace of nostalgia and companionship left by "Dog Sister". Mother sighed, "Don't follow me. Take those five puppies to the kitchen and cook porridge for a while to see if they can survive. " Looking at these five little guys who haven't opened their eyes, I rubbed my eyes, gently picked up one, and gently comforted: "Now please let me love you instead of your mother in heaven."