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Zhang Jin hugged Za Maoer and walked home without saying a word, Za Maoer's belly was softly attached to Zhang Jin's hand, probably because it was too heavy, Zhang Jin's hand was shaking a little, so Za Maoer His body also trembled.

The blood flowing from Miscellaneous Mao'er's shaking body soaked Zhang Jin's black down jacket, and his owner's smell also turned into the smell of blood.Miscellaneous Maoer squinted his eyes and remained motionless. When Zhang Jin kicked open the iron door and heard the familiar sound of the iron door shaking, his ears perked up.

Xiang Shulan stood at the door in a daze, and when she saw Za Maoer's smashed dog's head, she screamed in shock, and hurried into the house to find the medicine box.Zhang Jin put the miscellaneous hair in front of the kennel, and sat down on the stone pier by himself. From finding the miscellaneous hair to taking it home, Zhang Jin didn't make a sound.

His mind fell into a long blank, like a wasteland after a fire, nothing left.Without saying a word, he looked at the sticky fur on the wet head of Zong Maoer, and looked at Xiang Shulan frantically using gauze to stop the bleeding of Zong Maoer.

The shadow of the sun was moving slowly, and the sound of firecrackers sounded outside the yard again. People in the alley met and said "Happy New Year" to each other, and "Happy New Year" was everywhere.

Xiang Shulan didn't dare to do anything with the bloody head of the miscellaneous hair. She gently covered the gauze over the miscellaneous hair. After thinking about it, she probably thought it was not good, so she put it next to his head instead.Then she looked at Zhang Jin and called out softly "Jin", but Zhang Jin didn't respond.

Xiang Shulan shook her head wearily, took one last look at Za Maoer, turned her head and walked away.

Miscellaneous Maoer was lying on the ground with his eyelids half-closed, his belly was bulging like a leaking balloon, and he was breathing out with his open mouth.It can no longer make a "bark" sound to please its master, it will only breathe heavily while looking at Zhang Jin with dull eyes.This dog, who can't understand human language, is even more unlikely to be able to speak human language, but it still looks silently, as if it can really say something.

After a long time, the sun shone into the yard from the south through layers of branches and leaves, through the broken glass on the top of the wall, and its brilliant light shone on the blood-stained ground.In the sunlight, Zhang Jin saw Miscellaneous Maoer's tail swaying against the ground, he let go of his clenched hands, knelt down and touched Miscellaneous Maoer's chin.

Miscellaneous Maoer was bathed in the warm spring sunshine, and his belly finally stopped leaking, but slowly deflated.The last time it saw in the world, it saw the owner's hand.Just like it hit Zhang Jin for the first time, it finally died quietly at Zhang Jin's feet.

Without realizing it, Zhang Jin touched the shiny hair of the miscellaneous fur, from the chin to the ears, to the sunken belly, to the tip of its fluffy tail.

He squatted his legs numb, and only then did he look away from Miscellaneous Maoer, and fell on the shovel by the wall numbly.The moment Zhang Jin held the shovel, his wasteland-like brain seemed to be revived, and sparks of anger burst out again. He raised his head, and the glass windows on the fourth floor were shining brightly under the sun.

Zhang Jin stepped on the first shovel in front of the kennel, and the smell of wet soil was shoveled out one by one. When the sound of firecrackers sounded again, there was already a deep enough pit in front of the kennel.

Zhang Jin picked up Zamao'er and put it into the pit, then he shoveled up the blood-stained soil on the ground where Zamomao'er had been lying on, covered it over Zamomao'er's body, and shoveled the ground again and again. buried it with his own hands.

After filling the hole, he still held the shovel and sat silently in the yard.Zhang Jin didn't speak or eat from morning to night, no matter what he said to Shulan, he didn't respond.

It continued like this until evening, when Mrs. Wang came back by car.

Gao Cai gave birth to a son and wanted to take his old mother to the door of his house, but Mrs. Wang refused to let her go. She got out of her son's car when she was still a long way from home.

Mrs. Wang crossed the alley apprehensively, and on the way home, she had a premonition that the vicious hooligan would take revenge on her.

Mrs. Wang's leg was no longer painful, but for some reason, when she got out of the car, she started to have a dull pain again. She was very anxious, worried that her leg would drag her down.She was chanting "Amitabha" all the way, hoping that the Buddha would bless her. The closer she was to her home, the more anxious she became, and the more anxious she felt, the more her feet hurt.

Like a thief, Mrs. Wang walked without making a sound. When she turned into the entrance of the corridor, she closed her eyes, folded her hands together, and prayed to the Buddha again in her heart, and then went in bravely.

With a little luck, she thought that she might not be discovered by the hooligan, but she didn't know that the vicious hooligan had been waiting for her in the yard all day.

As soon as Mrs. Wang's chunky figure appeared, Zhang Jin stood up.As soon as Mrs. Wang turned her head and saw his fierce face, she immediately screamed and ran away.

Zhang Jin held the shovel and was not in a hurry to catch up. At this time, Mrs. Wang climbed up the stairs in shock, thinking that her home would be safe.The shovel made a creepy sound as it dragged down the stairs step by step. The sound followed behind her like a shadow, and Mrs. Wang trembled as she took out the keys.

Finally, she entered the house in a panic. She wanted to close the outer anti-theft door and the inner wooden door tightly, and lock all the locks that could be locked. But at this time, the sound of the shovel was getting closer, and Mrs. Wang finally locked it in a hurry. wooden door.

Mrs. Wang leaned against the wooden door, and the sound of the shovel outside stopped abruptly.

Zhang Jin stopped at the door of Mrs. Wang's house, picked up the shovel, and slammed down on the anti-theft door. The old anti-theft door with only one layer of bolts shook like an earthquake. Zhang Jin smashed it more than a dozen times. It wobbled open.

Mrs. Wang in the room held the stool against the door, and wanted to move the table, but Zhang Jin had already started to smash the wooden door, and Mrs. Wang was firmly against the door, not daring to move.

She began to cry and beg the Buddha. She didn't know if the Buddha could hear and save her, but Xiang Shulan heard it.

The huge noise alarmed the entire building. Many people hid at home and listened in fear. A few boldly stood in the stairwell and looked around. No one knew what happened, and no one dared to approach.

Xiang Shulan ran from the first floor to the fourth floor, calling Zhang Jin's name in panic, but Zhang Jin couldn't hear her voice, the banging on the door and the distant cries of miscellaneous hair covered her voice .

Xiang Shulan rushed forward recklessly, hugged Zhang Jin's back, and dragged him back with all her strength, but this time she couldn't drag him anymore, Zhang Jin stuck in place stubbornly like a nail, and Still pounding on the door.

Even though the wooden door was locked three times, it was still not strong enough. The door bolt fell from the wall and fell in front of Mrs. Wang. Mrs. Wang's vision was distorted immediately, and the stool under her buttocks was knocked tilted. Mrs. Wang, who was on the stool, fell to the ground.

The door was smashed open.

The shadow of Zhang Jin holding the shovel fell on the frightened face of Mrs. Wang, and she yelled "Wow".

"Mom! Ah! Killing!"

When Zhang Jin swung the shovel again amidst the exclamation, Xiang Shulan grabbed his arm. Zhang Jin was furious and wanted to shake Xiang Shulan away, but unexpectedly, the curled-up shovel hit him. To Shulan's knee.

Dark red blood immediately flowed down from the calf, flowed through the trousers, and stained Xiang Shulan's white socks red.

She frowned in pain, but her hands were still holding on to Zhang Jin's arm and refused to let go.

Zhang Jin was stunned for a while, as if he had woken up from an irrational state, or suddenly fell into a deeper madness.He threw the shovel with a "bang", picked up Xiang Shulan on his back, and ran all the way downstairs.

The onlookers upstairs saw that he was riding a motorcycle and took him away to Shulan, so they complained one after another.

Several old sisters who were familiar with Mrs. Wang helped her up, comforted her, and cursed at Shulan and her beast son. They said in a firm and vicious tone, "This family will suffer retribution sooner or later."

There was rust on the shovel, and Xiang Shulan's skin below her knee was cut. Zhang Jin took her to the hospital to treat the wound, and it was already midnight when she returned home.

Xiang Shulan told him over and over again, let him stop doing such terrible things and let Mrs. Wang go.Zhang Jin didn't say a word at first, and she shed tears while talking to Shulan. Her tears flowed on her scratched face, and her eyes looked as red as the wound.

Zhang Jin finally agreed to her.

Xiang Shulan was so exhausted that she fell asleep on the bed after returning home.Zhang Jin was sitting alone in the yard, the same way he was sitting last night, and Miscellaneous Maoer lay beside him and rubbed against his legs.But now Miscellaneous Maoer was lying in the soil, leaving him alone.

Zhang Jin sat for a while, he hadn't eaten all day, and his stomach started to hurt.But he clutched his stomach, instead of entering the house to find something to eat, he went out and went to the second floor.

The voice-activated light was on, and the orange light shone on the Spring Festival couplets. The moment Zhang Jin opened the door, the depression trapped in his chest relaxed a little.He closed the door, walked into the bedroom in the dark, and only turned on a lamp on Cheng Kuang's desk.

Under the halo of the desk lamp, Zhang Jin lay on the bed, then he turned over, buried his face in the pillow, and smelled the remaining familiar smell vigorously.After a long time, the smell on the pillow was exhausted by him, and he couldn't smell any difference anymore. Zhang Jin's face was still buried in the pillow, and he cried silently.

The nerves that had been numb all day suddenly woke up in the dead of night. Zhang Jin couldn't remember the last time he shed tears. Maybe he had never shed so many tears, as if tears cost nothing.

Probably because tears do not cost money, they can be shed unscrupulously.

Stomach pain made him curl up, and Zhang Jin became a delicate flower that was about to be drowned. He curled up on the bed, couldn't help but took out his phone, and found Cheng Kuang from the contacts.

He hadn't spoken almost all day, his throat seemed to be blocked, but he wanted to say a lot - but he couldn't.

"Could you come back sooner?"

Zhang Jin typed this line, but didn't send it out.

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good night.