The villain is ruthless

Chapter 799 The Immortal Godfather (Trinity)

Jiang Zhu glanced at it. The little white dog was walking cautiously on the coal, seeming a little uneasy.

Jiang Zhu held the key and looked at it for a while, then finally opened the door and walked in.

She couldn't even take care of herself, how could she raise a puppy.

What's more, she will take the senior high school entrance examination at the beginning of the new year. At that time, her schoolwork will be more serious, and she will probably have to live in school.

The little white dog barked softly at the door, not the kind of angry voice, but an aggrieved and pitiful whine.

Jiang Zhu set up the stove, and the cold room was quickly warmed up. She made herself a bowl of noodles, ate it hastily, and then took out her homework and began to write.

The sound outside the house stopped shortly after.

The neighbor's aunt came and asked her to go out. Jiang Zhu put on an old cotton coat and opened the door. The little white dog had already got off the coal pile and ran to the door of another family, as if wanting to go in to keep warm.

Jiang Zhu was taken aback for a moment, then went to the courier sorting center with the neighbor's aunt.

The snow never stopped at night.

The work was very hard, and when the work was finished, the boss gave each person an extra 20 yuan.

Jiang Zhu's fingers were red from the cold, and there were faint signs of purple. He hurried back to the rental house, and the surrounding was terribly silent, only the whistling wind passing through the night sky.

The little white dog, for some reason, returned to the coal pile at her door.

There were still sparks in the stove, but Jiang Zhu didn't add more coal. Instead, he took out a cardboard box containing books, put a few old clothes in it, and put the cardboard box at the door.

When the door was closed, the little white dog was watching her silently, she paused, and raised her hand to hug it.

The little white dog shrank his body and hid on the other side.

The puppies, who are still very young, don't know what this means.

Jiang Zhu pointed to the box, and the little white dog was already far away from her.

Jiang Zhu closed the door and continued to go in to do his homework, without any intention of letting him in.

To do good deeds requires sincerity.

And she still doesn't have the ability to be responsible for a life.

The next day, when she was going to school, the neighbor happened to be going to work. She pretended to mention the little white dog casually, and the neighbor immediately showed an embarrassing expression, "I called my relative and told him, but he doesn't want the dog anymore. I'm too lazy to keep it, if you like it, you can keep it."

Jiang Zhu was stunned for a moment, and wanted to ask why they didn't want it?

But she couldn't say anything, turned around and went to school.

When she came back in the evening, she bought some chicken legs, cooked them and placed them in front of the little white dog.

The dog became shy and ignored her even if it smelled the aroma of food, and only sneaked over to eat after she put the things down and walked aside.

Jiang Zhu watched it quietly until it had finished eating, then stepped forward to grab it by the back of the neck and stuffed it into the box.

The cardboard box without cold air made the little white dog stunned, and then looked at Jiang Zhu stupidly, looking a little cute.

Jiang Zhu couldn't help but tap its nose, thinking, someone will raise such a dog in the future.

The little white dog rummaged through the box and hid in a pile of old clothes.

Jiang Zhu raised his hand and stroked its icy hair, then covered the box.

When she went to school in the morning, she fed it some chicken drumsticks, and then went to school.

When she came back in the afternoon, she found a dead crow at the door.

A dark mass, a little scary.

The little white dog has already climbed out of the cardboard box, jumping around beside the coal pile, it seems that it doesn't know what sadness is, and it is lively again.

It looked at Jiang Zhu expectantly, with the crow's black feathers still on the corner of its mouth. For a moment, Jiang Zhu's heart softened.

Many things appeared in her mind, as if a tendon had burst.

Jiang Zhu pushed the crow's body onto the coals with a branch, and then went to open the door.

Seeing this, the little white dog came over wagging its tail, rubbed against her calf fawningly, and wanted to go into the house.

Several days of abandoned life made its white hair dirty and its eyes not so bright.

It seems to be very greedy for the warmth of this moment, forgetting that Jiang Zhu once watched it coldly.

Jiang Zhu didn't let it enter the house, and raised his hand to hug him into a cardboard box. The little white dog was stunned, and looked at Jiang Zhu closely. It didn't understand, it didn't know what sadness was, but it knew it was unhappy.

It struggled vigorously, trying to get rid of her shackles. After receiving no response, it angrily bit her wrist hard, then broke free and ran away.

Jiang Zhu stood where he was, watching it run to the neighbor's door, feeling as if he was holding his breath, but he couldn't say anything.

She opened the door and looked at the dark and cold space inside, as if there was a voice in her heart condemning and accusing.

However, she didn't look back.

From that day on, the little white dog never came into the box again.

It went to the door of this house for a while, and then to the door of that house for a while, as if expecting someone to let it in.

It's just too cold.

When Jiang Zhu went out occasionally, he heard neighbors saying that it was bad luck, and he should have taken it to the side of the road and lost it if he knew it earlier.

However, he didn't do that after all, and considered finding another owner for the little white dog.

Jiang Zhu put the chicken leg meat not far from the little white dog, and went to work with others. When he came back, the little white dog had disappeared.

Neighbors said that someone came to see it and took it to a warm place.

Jiang Zhu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but felt inexplicably disappointed.

She didn't ask where she was going, and lived the same life day after day.

This winter ended very slowly. One day, when Jiang Zhu came back from get off work, he heard the sound of stray dogs barking on the road. On a cold winter night, the sound was like ghost barking, which made one's scalp tingle.

The neighbor's aunt cursed in a low voice, and dragged her away quickly.

The next day, she saw a wounded puppy on the path, lying on the side of the road dying, dirty and smelly, it was still a cub, skinny and skinny.

When Jiang Zhu walked over, it lazily raised its eyelids and glanced at her, its broken tail remained motionless.

Jiang Zhu recognized it.

Those special eyes.

She held her schoolbag tightly and walked to it. The dog sneezed, stood up and ran away quickly.

There was a wound on its neck that was still bleeding, and a piece of its ear was bitten off. It seemed that its chubby body would be blown away by the wind.

The half-bowl-shaped ears are missing.

Jiang Zhu chased after it, but it ran into the tangled grass and disappeared.

Jiang Zhu stood there in a daze for a long time, and did not go to school until he was almost late.

After school in the afternoon, she told the neighbor aunt that she would take a day off today, and went out with a flashlight.

It was still a snowy night, with numerous snowflakes falling on the branches, on the roof, and on the grass.

The snowflakes are pure white, but the night is too dark.

She didn't know its name, so she kept walking around, hoping to see it.

However, she walked for a long time, and did not see it in the nearby grass and paths.

An unprecedented regret arose in her heart.Such emotions made her begin to hate her incompetence.

(End of this chapter)