Serial novel: The Mountain Man That Dog

Seongnam Lane is strange

My family once had a big yellow dog that seemed to have been dead for many years, and I can't remember exactly when it died.

At the end of 1999, Grandpa picked up an earthen dog on his way back from a market to buy New Year goods. It's not so much about picking up, it's about saving.

Later, grandpa told the family about this, when the market was on the way to the house, passing a wheat field, a faint cry came from a dry well on the side of the road, it was a cold winter moon, the sky was drifting with heavy snow, and there were few pedestrians on the road.

Grandpa at first thought that he had heard wrongly, stopped a little, and was preparing to continue to rush, and there was a faint cry from the well, Grandpa listened carefully, thinking it was the cry of the wolf cub, but then he turned his mind, his hometown had not been a wolf for decades, the mountain was bare, let alone a wolf, even rats were very rare.

Thinking of this grandfather, he stopped thinking about it and walked toward the well. When I got closer, I found a shivering little yellow dog lying in the wheat stack on the edge of the well.

The little yellow dog noticed that someone was approaching, exerted all his strength, and wanted to stand up, but he shook his body to the halfway point, and then pounced on the wheat stack, and looked up at Grandpa with difficulty, and the wailing in his mouth seemed to be even weaker.

Grandpa saw the situation and hurriedly picked up the little yellow dog from the wheat stack, looking at the dying little yellow dog, Grandpa took off the small cotton hat he was wearing, put the little yellow dog into the hat, and then put it into the basket containing the New Year goods, covered the plastic sheet outside the basket, and continued to rush home.

On that cold winter moon day, rhubarb met my grandfather in this way, of course, at that time, rhubarb was still a small yellow dog that had just been weaned but did not know that it had been abandoned by the family. And the story and bondage between Rhubarb and our family has only just begun.

(To be continued)