Banquet

In the dead of night, the village is quiet, only the gatekeeper

The yellow dog yelled "Wow, woof" from time to time.

It was midnight, and there was a light on in a hut.

The pale and thin face of a little girl was reflected in the flickering lights.

She was humming a song with a happy expression, and she was watching the steaming cauldron on the stove.

The large cauldron was bubbling, and occasionally a few white bones floated up.

The little girl waited for a while, and finally opened the pot.

The moment the pot was opened, the whole room was filled with the smell of meat.

The yellow dog smelled it, and squatted eagerly at the door with a "wow".

"Give it to grandma first."

The little girl served a bowl of soup and said seriously to the yellow dog.

She was attracted by the smell and couldn't help swallowing.

The smell of meat is really delicious, she took a deep breath and carefully carried it to the bedroom.

The bedroom was dimly lit.

An old man was vaguely seen leaning on the bed, her body was covered by a long flowered quilt, her face was yellow and thin, and her breathing was weak.

She saw the little girl coming, beckoned, and made several gestures to her.

"It's not hard, I'm not tired, take your time."

The little girl put the bowl in front of the bed, moved a small bench, and sat on it.

The old man couldn't speak and was signing to his granddaughter.

"Be obedient and open your mouth." She took a spoonful of soup and said softly.

The old man's mouth was tightly shut, and he pointed to his granddaughter to let her drink.

"There are many more, very many, as many as the small river at the entrance of the village."

The girl coaxed the old man and said.

She stood up very cutely, with two shallow dimples exposed.

The old man opened his mouth slightly, and a hole was exposed in his toothless mouth. The girl handed him a mouthful of soup, and then fed him a few pieces of boiled and rotten meat.

After everything was done, she sat by the bed and talked about school life with the old man.

This narration was carried out unilaterally by the girl, and the old man did not draw anything, waiting for the girl to respond.

The two communicated like this for a while, and the old man finally fell into a deep sleep. The girl half hugged her and helped her lie down, and then she packed up the dishes and went to the kitchen.

After talking for a long time, and the weather was cold, the broth in the pot was quickly covered with a layer of white meat oil, which looked quite disgusting.

The girl looked as usual, put aside the meat and oil, and poured down half a bowl of yesterday's cold rice. Halfway through eating the rice, a bone pierced her mouth.

She picked out the bone, threw it to the yellow dog who had been waiting outside, and continued to eat.

The yellow dog didn't belong to the girl's family, it just got here after smelling it.

Seeing the food, the yellow dog immediately started to devour it.

The aroma of the meat attracted several other wild dogs.

The sound of chewing and chewing made it easy for people to imagine their vicious appearance.

The girl stopped eating and stared at them seriously.

She sighed in a low voice, as if lamenting how difficult people's livelihood is.

She poured the last small cup of rice in front of the yellow dog, and said softly:

"It feels like you are hungrier than me."