Awang is an old dog who spent 1 1 years in Qingshui village. If converted into human age, he is now 70 years old.

After this extremely cold winter, Awang obviously feels less healthy than before.

When did the master start to ignore himself? Wang really can't remember. I only remember that with the completion of the national highway in the north and south of Qingshui Village, the owner became more and more indifferent to himself, and even yelled at him at every turn, adding fists and feet.

Few dogs in Qingshui Village can live to 1 1 year like Awang. The completion of the national highway broke the tranquility of the mountain village in the past.

Awang still clearly remembers what happened that summer, just after the national highway was completed. That day, just adult Awang was severely "repaired" for challenging the authority of the dog king. After winning the battle, Frye was proudly patrolling the land with his wife and concubine when a car ran out of the corner briskly and hit Frye head-on. The rapid braking failed to save Frye's life. It was thrown high, and then it fell heavily to the ground, and his life came to an abrupt end. There are two beneficiaries of this incident. The first one is Ah Fu's master, the village head, and he got 2000 yuan compensation from his master. The second is Awang, who has been the king of dogs ever since.

Killing a dog and getting 2,000 yuan in compensation brought the village no less shock than the earthquake. Since then, every month, dogs have been crushed or killed by passing cars in the village, which has simply become a unique landscape in Qingshui Village. Those owners who lost their dogs organized villagers to block the driver who caused the accident, and received compensation several times higher than the value of the dog itself from the driver who caused the accident, and then took out a small amount of compensation to buy a new puppy to continue breeding. Those dead dogs and injured dogs were cleaned, then all of them were thrown into the pot and cooked into dog broth to entertain the old and young in the village. Dog Killing Day has actually become a festival in Qingshui Village. Whenever this happens, the whole village is immersed in the festive atmosphere.

Awang deeply felt sorry for his companion who was killed by a car. In fact, many times, with a little attention and a few more eyes, these disasters can be completely avoided. Although Awang, like all dogs, likes to lie on the flat road in front of the door and take a nap while basking in the sun, he also likes to find food in the middle of the road. Because it seems that overnight, all dog owners in Qingshui Village encouraged their dogs to play on the road and put their dog food pots in the middle of the road or across the road. But Awang seems to be born with a certain sensitivity to cars, which can't be compared with dogs in the village. He led several other dogs in the family to shuttle easily between the wheels, and watched the puppies grow up healthily. Awang felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment in his heart. It patiently taught puppies the experience of avoiding cars and rescued them from danger countless times.

Awang doesn't understand why the master is getting more and more reared his head in the village. He can understand the disdain on the villagers' faces and the words behind them: "You can't even keep a dog well, you can't do anything, and you deserve to be poor all your life ..." Awang doesn't understand that so many dogs next door have been run over by a car, but he is recognized as the best dog keeper in the village, and praised by the village head, but none of his dogs have been run over. Awang wants to defend the host loudly, but it's really bark.

"What's your name, you useless dog?" The host heard Awang's cry and picked up a stone and smashed it. The stone hit Wang's hind leg, and there was a terrible pain.

Awang's owner had already given it away, and the nest was thrown out of the door by the owner. Awang can only wander around the village every day, rummaging around in the garbage to fill his stomach. At night, Awang sleeps in the haystack not far from home, remembering those distant things. He misses the days when he lived in harmony with his master, and he missed fighting with a thief who sneaked into his house one night. The thief scratched his back with a knife, and the master carefully bandaged his wound and fed him. I miss playing with the young master every day and licking the asshole of the young master who pulled the shit clean ... Thinking about it, Wang's eyes got wet and then fell asleep quietly.

Awang in his sleep suddenly felt a strong light shining on his head, and then Awang heard a sharp brake sound, which has been hidden deep in Awang's memory, so familiar and so chilling. Awang wanted to get up quickly and jump out of the haystack, but his body couldn't keep up with the rhythm of his thoughts. Before Wang jumped out of the haystack, the car had plunged into the haystack. Wang was run over by a car tire and fainted in pain.

It was a sharp pain that woke Awang up again. He saw his familiar master standing beside him, paying close attention to himself affectionately, and the little master even held him in his arms and cried desperately.

Awang is lying in the warm arms of the young master, reliving the intimacy of the past. He hopes that time will stay at this moment forever.

More and more villagers who heard the news surrounded the car in the middle of the road, and several young villagers directly dragged the driver out of the cab and dragged him to Awang. He is still a young man in his early twenties, trembling in the crowd.

"I killed the dog, I lost money, I lost money." The young man said with trembling hands.

"What problem can you solve by losing money!"

"You think it's great to have money!"

More voices in the crowd shouted, "Give him some blood, too. Don't think that we farmers are good at bullying. "

The young man squatted on the ground in fear and said loudly, "I didn't mean that." I didn't mean that. It was my fault that I killed the dog. This is my fault. You can say anything. "

"This dog is the king of dogs in our village. It has been raised for more than ten years and weighs dozens of pounds. At least it will cost 1000 yuan. " Someone in the crowd said.

"A dog value 1000 yuan? Isn't it too expensive? This is an old dog. Even if I don't hit it, it will die of old age. " The young man shook hands and pleaded.

As soon as the young man's words were finished, Awang saw his master rush to him angrily, grabbed the young man by the collar and shouted, "Old dog? Are your parents old? Do you know how deeply I feel about this? He eats whatever I eat at home, and he follows me wherever I go. I treat him better than my own son. I don't want your money today either. I'll give you as much blood as the dog gives, and the blood will come out! " Before the words were finished, he waved his fist at the young man.

The onlookers hurried forward to dissuade them, and some people took the opportunity to teach the young man a sentence or two with their fists. The young man squatted on the ground with his head in his hands. Almost everyone huddled under the car, afraid to speak again. The car was surrounded by noisy villagers, shouting and shouting.

Awang was satisfied, and Awang was moved. It didn't expect Lao shifu and superfine product to love it so much and cherish it so much. Tears welled up in Awang's eyes. He knew that he finally had a face for his master today and had a fight. Awang finally realized something. Every dog will have its own way to die, but in Qingshui village, this is undoubtedly the most appropriate way to die.

Awang quietly closed his eyes at this time. ...