The old man walked in the mountains and forests with an axe on his back.

In the mountains and forests where it has just rained, the leaves are still dripping. The old man wore a shabby straw hat on his head and a robe.

The old man wore straw sandals, and in order to prevent the water from the grass and trees from wetting his trousers, he rolled them high.

He walked around and finally picked a straight tree to stand on.

"I'm going to cut down two trees today!" The man spat in his palm, "Otherwise, there will be no food!" ”

The man raised his axe aloft: "Hey! ”

The axe landed on the tree with a loud sound that was particularly clear in the silence of the mountain forest.

But then there was a faint wail in my ears.

"What! Are you still proficient?! ”

The man put down his axe in amazement and listened.

It wasn't the tree crying—how could the tree cry, they were creatures without feelings—the source of the sound was a small bush of grass next to it.

The man feared what kind of beast it was, but curiosity drove him to find out. He gripped the axe and looked in.

"Hmm!" The man put down the axe, "It turned out to be a little guy!" ”

There's a black puppy lying in the grass that hasn't opened its eyes yet!

Sticking out his tongue, his body writhing and letting out a thin wail.

"Oh, poor little thing."

Many families in the neighborhood have dogs, which can take care of the home and care for the home, which can relieve loneliness and make a living.

But dogs are quite fertile and can give birth to seven or eight puppies at a time, what should I do with so many dogs? Give it away if you can give it away, and throw it away if you can't give it away.

Some were thrown into the river and drowned, some fell off the cliff, and some were thrown into the mountains and forests like this, leaving them to fend for themselves.

The man looked at the puppy and pondered for a while, and the puppy kept wailing.

The man still picked up the puppy, soft, slippery, and warm.

"Should I raise you?" The man held the puppy up in front of him, "I'm a poor bastard and an old bachelor!" It's hard to feed yourself. ”

The man looked at the puppy, but the puppy couldn't answer and didn't open his eyes to look at him.

The man glanced around, but saw a black tail sticking out of the grass.

"More than one?" He pushed the weeds away.

It turned out to be a litter of puppies.

There are black, white, gray, speckled...... But they were all motionless, not making a sound, but huddled together tightly, tangled up into a large ball, on which the glittering rain hung from it.

The man reached out and touched it, cold, hard......

The man retracted his hand as if it had been burned, and looked in amazement at the life in front of him, which had long been lost......

"Iniquity!"

The man stood there for a moment, then finally shook his head and sighed deeply.

"These are your brothers and sisters......

The puppy whined as always, twitching its limbs.

The man resolutely unfastened his clothes, brought the puppy close to his warm and thick chest, lifted the axe with his other hand, and got up and walked down the mountain......

Not far away, a blue bird suddenly fluttered.

Lan Yuxian looked at the corpse of the puppy in the grass and sighed slightly: "There is only one chance to come to the world......

But it's not that they don't cherish it, it's that God just wants to play a cruel joke on them.

Blue Feather Immortal knew this.

But he can't do anything, God has such an arrangement, he must have his own reason, but his realm is too shallow to understand.

"Only you can enjoy such privileges......" Lan Yuxian looked at the direction of the man's departure, and sighed faintly, "If you think it's enjoyment......"