After Gu Ya's death, his soul was particularly disgusted with the yellow dog that bit him, so his bad relationship with the yellow dog could not be resolved. Many years have passed, there is a man named Weiba in Weizhuang, he plays with a little white dog every day, looking happy, in fact, who can know, and who can believe that Weiba's previous life is Gu Yan, and the little white dog's previous life is his family's yellow dog.

Unjust creditors are ignorant beings, who lack rationality on the macro level, are good and bad at the micro level, are emotional, treat you as a treasure when they are good, and abandon you like a shoehoere when they are bad. That's how the relationship between Weba and the little white dog is all about.

That time, Weba was about to feed the dogs, and he carried a piece of pork with chopsticks, and had not yet thrown it into a small wooden bowl for puppies, when suddenly a pot of boiling water rose with a layer of white-hot mist, and the lid of the pot was almost washed over.

Weba panicked, so he went to the buckle of the pot, and was about to pour the boiling water into the warm water bottle by the table, and was about to free his hand to remove the cap, when the little white dog was so hungry that he rushed over to take away the meat that Weba had put on the chopsticks that had not yet been placed in the small wooden bowl.

It was terrible, and as soon as Weba's hand shook and the spout crooked, the hot water poured over the little white dog's head and made a swishing sound. The little white dog rolled on the ground in pain, and let out a sharp scream, which lasted for a long time, a long and short sound, and howled all day.

A piece of skin on its head was scalded, and the hair on it fell off. He didn't eat any more meat from Weiba, and the next day he ate a little, and he didn't scream anymore, and the skin on his head was blistering and festering like sulfuric acid. And the little white dog's head bounced mechanically every four or five seconds, like nodding frequently, which was ugly. This is undoubtedly the cranial nerve scalded by boiling water, which caused this sequelae.

Weba thought that after a while, the little white dog's illness would be cured, but after more than half a month, the burned part of its head was healed, but it left a small scimitar-like scar, and it was impossible to grow hair on it. It didn't matter, Weba was worried about the little white dog's head or nodding mechanically every four or five seconds, obviously the sequelae of making him a disabled dog would not heal, which made Weba feel frustrated. He stopped asking for the dog, and on a cloudy morning Weba took it to a farther town and threw it away, leaving him on a tractor.

The little white dog became an abandoned dog, it was very well-behaved, and whoever called it wagged its tail and followed him. But some people call it slightly, and it comes in, but does not want it, and resistantly stamps its foot, or roars, and the little white dog timidly stops, turns around and walks away, and continues its wandering life as a disabled dog.

Once, a teenager named Zhangzi asked it to go all the way home to feed, hoping that when feeding some, the sequelae of its mechanical head nodding would be better, but unexpectedly, it has not been good, and Zhangzi didn't like it very much.

That afternoon, Zhangzi led the oxen to the north of the village to graze, and when he went out, the little white dog also followed with his tail wagging. All the way to the foot of the mountain, although there is no big water in a winding mountain canal, there is a wide stream at the bottom of the canal that is slowly released.

As soon as the cow drove over, the person raised his leg and passed, but the little white dog couldn't jump over, its mechanical and frequent nodding appearance, Zhang Zi saw that it was not happy, and saw that it walked to the bottom of the ditch and jumped over the narrow ditch, standing on a stone and eager to try, and finally did not dare to jump.

Some upset Zhang Zi will hold a bamboo pole about two meters long in his hand, pick the butt of the little white dog, it still did not take advantage of the momentum to jump over, Zhang Zi on the bamboo pole and then put its butt upward, the little white dog went up to the ditch, but the whole body except for the head and back did not get wet, other parts were wet.

It can't pass the narrow ditch, which can be seen, the little white dog is not only disabled in the head, but also disabled in the body, Zhang Zi carefully observed, the little white dog is at least four or five months old, belongs to the semi-large dog, if it is a healthy dog, the ditch at the bottom of the ditch, will be able to jump effortlessly, even if the toes may be wet, the hair on the body will not be wet at all.

Zhang Zi regretted that he shouldn't have called this disabled dog home to raise and play, because it couldn't recover, he didn't think it was fun, and he even felt disgusted when he saw it. When Zhang Zi saw this disabled nest dog, he couldn't wait to knock it to death with this bamboo pole. Although Zhang Zi didn't do it immediately, he had already killed him.

When returning, Zhang Zi drove the ox to cross the gurgling water at the bottom of the ditch to form a ditch channel, and the little white dog naturally couldn't jump over, and it didn't dare to jump, squatting on the stone and still eager to try, or nodding frequently mechanically.

Zhang Zi looked at it and felt unhappy, this time he didn't help it kindly, but used the bamboo pole that had been pinched in his hand to pick the little white dog's ass like before, and this surprise pushed it into the ditch.

Zhangzi then used a bamboo pole to support its buttocks, hoping to send it to the opposite dry beach. But the little white dog almost kept nodding its head, and did not seize this opportunity by taking advantage of it, it was still struggling in the ditch, although it did not die, but it was submerged all over, and only one head was stretched out on the water, and it also hoped that Zhang Zi would save it.

Zhangzi just doesn't save it, looking at it like that, it's not good-looking, it's useless, and Zhangzi still has hatred, and hatred is the devil. At that moment, Zhang Zi had no compassion at all, and a cruel behavior was emerging.

I saw that Zhang Zi not only did not save the little white dog who was particularly pitiful because of the flooding, but also used the bamboo pole in his hand to press his head, which was easy to choke on water because of his disability, and drowned.

After drowning for a few minutes, Zhang Zi loosened the bamboo pole, the little white dog did not drown, raised his head and continued to struggle, its belly became obviously bigger, and it had already drunk a lot of dirty water. It moved in the ditch in the direction that Zhangzi was walking, and it didn't have much strength.

This winding mountain canal winds from the north mountain to the undulating southeast mountain range, behind the village house where Zhangzi is located, Zhangzi walks slowly along the canal bank, but abuses the disabled little white dog fiercely.

At this moment, Zhang Zi became crazy, if he didn't save the little white dog, he didn't do it, he didn't do it, he didn't stop it, and used the bamboo pole again to press the little white dog's head that was moving frequently into the water, but his heart was perverted and full of a kind of venting pleasure, and said with a cruel smile, see if you still nod? Sink your head in the water right now and not get up.

The little white dog was pressed on his head and drank water for a few minutes, and Zhang Zi let go of the bamboo pole again, it was not dead, but the strength of the struggle was significantly weaker than it began. In this way, Zhang Zi abused the little white dog several times in a row, and when he was about to approach the village house, the poor little white dog was held down by Zhang Zi with a bamboo pole and drowned alive in the shallow ditch at the bottom of the winding mountain ditch, and its belly was swollen with water.