It is when it realizes that it is dreaming, and the division between dream and reality is difficult for it to distinguish from the past.

And at this moment, it is very clear to understand this.

It does dream and realizes that it is in the memory of the past.

It was a dream made up of fragments of memories from its past, and it was now shuttling through it, looking back on its own life, and it felt like everything was made up of countless fragments of scenes, and it was just shuttling through these fragments.

It doesn't remember its mother very much, that memory is too long, and the only thing that has an impact is the warmth of being picked up from the trash can and held in the arms of its owner, an old man in rags.

The reason for its abandonment is probably a congenital developmental malformation, and one of its forelegs is nearly atrophied. And when it was picked up from the garbage can, it was still in a feverish state, with snot and saliva non-stop.

It is very difficult for such a puppy to survive, most of them will die halfway, if it is lucky, the old homeless man takes good care of it, of course, the other half is its strong ability to survive, and miracles make it survive.

It's its luck, it's not easy for a weak pup to survive, but it's good that it has an owner.

The old man was a homeless man, and his origin was naturally unknown to a dog.

With its limited wisdom, it doesn't care about these issues.

It just follows its master closely, and gets through the ordinary times.

The old man lived as a wanderer, wearing tattered clothes, often carrying a snakeskin bag on his back, and living by picking up rags from garbage cans.

After the encounter between a man and a dog, a long journey began.

It didn't know where its owner, the old man, was going, but it was always by his side.

They have lived in cold bridges, unfinished buildings, aid stations, chased by vicious dogs, escaped train tickets, and been ostracized by scavengers in small places, and beaten up.

After stumbling around, the old man finally chose to come to this city.

The elderly have no place to live in the city, so they can only temporarily take refuge in an abandoned building that is under demolition.

Although the place is ventilated on all sides, it is too hot in summer, cold in winter, wet and damp when it rains, and it leaks from time to time, but fortunately it can shelter from the wind and rain.

It has been living with the old man in this ruined demolition house, although the old man's life is hard, but as long as there is food, it has never been less.

Occasionally, I was hungry, but I survived, and one person and one dog lived quite comfortably.

It doesn't understand what humans mean about happiness, but for a dog, wagging its tail every day, being able to follow its owner, being able to get food, squinting on its side on the ground, and being stroked by an old man should be the stability it expects.

But such a day did not last, and on that day, the old man finished feeding it a steamed bun as usual, and was ready to lie down on the shabby mat for a little rest.

He is very old, and he has been a little unable to work in recent days, and the only thing the old man can do is to pick up the waste, and buy the scrap he has picked up to collect the rags.

And now, he feels more and more that the years have taken away his energy, and it has also brought wrinkles on his face, as well as an increasingly exhausted body, which also makes his waist and legs sore, and it is difficult for him to move for a long time.

The old man seldom thinks about tomorrow, but at this age, he is wondering if he will be able to go out on the streets tomorrow as usual.

Maybe a cold or an illness will make him never get up again.

It didn't know what its owner was thinking, and at this time it was just lying cross-legged on the ground, snoring and sleeping.

It didn't take long for a noisy sound to be heard.

It twitched its ears in alarm, and climbed up from the concrete floor.

There were a few more people in the ruined building, and the other party was dressed in a way it hadn't seen before.

They, younger than their masters, exuded the smell of alcohol.

It propped itself on all fours, taking a few steps back in fear.

These people didn't come empty-handed, they had pipes, steel bars, and beer glasses in their hands.

The old man had just laid down, and at this time he noticed an unexpected visitor, and naturally got up from the ground.

He was greeted by a beer bottle smashed on the door of his head.

The group let out a burst of laughter, looked at the old man with a bloody head, and rushed up to punch and kick.

They cursed while beating people, and some people laughed and took out their mobile phones and filmed the scene.

Without much thought, it rushed forward, opening its mouth and biting the wrist of one of them.

The man swung the iron pipe and smashed it on the head.

Its head hurts, but it still bites the opponent's wrist, and the result of this is that the opponent swings it with all his might.

The hard iron pipe hit it every time, and its whole head was dripping with blood, but it still didn't let go.

"TMD! This dead dog won't let go, don't be stunned, come and help."

The young man shouted, and immediately a companion rushed to him and kicked it in the abdomen.

It was hit hard in the abdomen, and with a tremendous force it was kicked into the air, making a parabolic line and falling on the concrete pier.

At the sound of broken bones, it found that it could no longer get up, and the old man kept wailing and moaning, and he was beaten in the middle of the group of young people, and he was bleeding profusely, holding his head and shrinking to the ground.

This violence lasted for half a minute, and the old man's moans became quieter and quieter, blood was gushing from his head, and his face, body, quilt, and mat were stained red with blood.

It whined in pain, but struggled to stand due to multiple fractures.

Although it tried to get close to the old man's location, it couldn't even move.

The old man lay on the ground like this, and he lost his breath forever.

It doesn't understand despair, but it knows that it's losing something important, something like food, play, and a smooth life can't make up.

It felt its breath dwindle and its body colder, a state of dazed helplessness, and it was at this point that it began to lose consciousness.

That's its experience, its life.

Unbeknownst to it, a group of ferocious rats capable of smelling blood had found it dying.

The mutant rats are very intelligent, they are archaeoptor-level ferocious creatures, they realize that this is the prey that their master is talking about, and use the cover of night.

The old and dirty dog was returned to the owner's residence.

And it was also injected with a green spore by Lu Qi, and this will also change its fate in the future.

It metamorphoses in its sleep, like a seed, rooted in the earth and sprouts, only this time, no one can predict what kind of branches and leaves will grow.