Chapter 92

Tang an and sang Mengmeng walked out of the school together, walked through the red brick and green tile wall, and walked on the disorderly and disorderly stone road. Tang an chose another route that was slightly farther away but quieter.

This is Tang an's usual running route, but Lin Yuling seems to run like this, so Tang an changed.

Sang Mengmeng is holding a small red checked leather bag, which is a bit like the style of Dior Diana bag, but obviously not. There is a dog pattern inlaid with diamonds in an inconspicuous position on the side.

Tang an remembered that when Nanmao first monitored sang Mengmeng, he thought it was evidence because there was a dog on Sang Mengmeng's pajamas.

These certainly can't be regarded as evidence, but Nanmao is right.

After walking for some time, neither of them spoke. Sang Mengmeng seemed to be waiting for Tang an to speak, but Tang an didn't seem to know where to start.

"What you said is true?" I walked to the park. This point is not the time to stroll after dinner. My uncles and aunts are still preparing the meals at home. The office workers haven't got off work yet. Several idle people in the park are hiding far away in a cooler place. It seems that the whole park is reserved for Tang an and sang Mengmeng to talk.

Sang Mengmeng stopped and stood by the lake.

The water was sparkling and the willows hung on the water. The soaked leaves showed an increasingly green color. The lake wind blew sang Mengmeng's hair. She narrowed her eyes, took a deep breath and turned back.

"Really." Sang Mengmeng nodded.

Tang an smiled. Such a question and answer didn't seem to make much sense. She should say something more.

Sang Mengmeng didn't keep him waiting. He pointed to a slightly spacious open space in front of him. There was a pavilion next to it. There were several pieces of advertising paper pasted on the old red trash can, which made him feel dirty and old-fashioned.

"Do you remember here?" Sang Mengmeng's eyes were very gentle, which were immersed in memory and emotion.

Tang an didn't quite understand what sang Mengmeng meant. She hesitated and said, "when I was a child, I often came here with my mother..."

"I saw you here for the first time." Sang Mengmeng jumped to the pavilion. "At that time, there were many dog dealers here. They used baskets to hold all kinds of dogs and greeted parents with children, young students and people with all kinds of love."

"It's gone now. They've been chased away by the urban management... They sell sick puppies." Tang an thought of some things. Long, long ago, if he didn't think about it, he would be forgotten in his memory.

Such memories constitute the past of most people. They will remember when they need them. More often, they are just a vague thing pressed in the depths of their minds.

"Those puppies are very poor... Most of them are ill, or just a little cold, or some fever, or canine distemper that won't live long..." Sang Mengmeng said faintly, "Dog dealers don't feed them much. Even if hungry dogs are sick, they will look very lively when someone comes to tease them because of hunger. Then dog dealers take some corn kernels, which are not suitable for their food, and they will rush forward with fear... In the eyes of passers-by, this is cute."

There was not much anger and emotion in Sang Mengmeng's faint tone. It was just the taste of calm and memory, but Tang an couldn't help sighing and felt a sense of sadness and helplessness.

"Most of these puppies will die... Some of them can't support it and won't be lively any more, so they will be abandoned by dog dealers and randomly thrown into the dustbin to freeze or starve to death." Sang Mengmeng looked at the old crimson dustbin, "At that time, there were often some dead puppies in the trash can. Some of them were still dying when they were found. They didn't really die, but no one would save them."

Tang an approached sang Mengmeng and gently stopped her shoulder. Her shoulder was so soft that Tang an could feel the cold breath hidden in her body.

"Dog dealers will pack puppies in a bamboo basket. More than a dozen puppies are crowded in it, including black, white and colorful. They are called tiger skin dogs by dog dealers... Puppies scramble to show their liveliness. Their instinct tells them that although their chances of survival are very slim, they can only survive if someone can take them away There is a slim chance to live, but if it has been in the hands of dog dealers, they have no chance to live at all. "Sang Mengmeng turned her head and leaned against Tang an's shoulder. Her tone was gentle but cool, "Even if they grow up in the hands of dog dealers, they will soon become meat dogs in the vegetable market and a delicious hot pot. Have you eaten such dog hot pot..."

Tang an suddenly felt a little hard to breathe and a deep sense of guilt. No matter what others did, Tang an felt that he would never eat dog hotpot again.

"I don't mean to blame you. Weak meat and strong food is a kind of survival law." Sang Mengmeng's cheek rubbed Tang an's shoulder for a few times, and then said: "At that time, I was one of the puppies. I slept in a cold dog cage with many other puppies at night. During the day, I was taken out and put in a small basket. I lay on the edge of the basket and looked at the coming and going adults and children. No one could understand the expectations of our eyes. More people just came to touch, grab and play in their hands and run on the ground The cannon consumed our little physical strength and vitality... Then we left... Not many people bought it. Maybe only two or three puppies were sold in a big basket every day. They are all very lucky and the object we envy very much... "

Tang an remembered that sang Mengmeng said that the first meeting was here. What kind of scene was it at that time.

"At that time, I felt that I was different from other puppies... I seemed to understand what people said. They pointed out that that puppy was more lovely and that one was uglier... I was smarter than other puppies. When someone said I was cute, I tried my best to squeeze out of other puppies and hold their hands tightly in the hope that they could Take me away... "Sang Mengmeng hugged Tang an tightly," but no one really wants to, because I look like an ordinary little white dog, which is more likely to look dirty and thin... Now think about it, it's lucky not to be taken away by them. "

The breeze on the lake was slightly cool. Tang an and sang Mengmeng hugged each other like a couple whispering love words. Tang an did not reject sang Mengmeng's active closeness for the first time, but just wanted to hold her tightly.

"Although I'm smarter than other puppies, it's useless. For dog dealers, they don't care about the life and death of these puppies. After all, their lives are very cheap. They can screw a big box from the dog farm for a few dollars. If a dog is found to have canine distemper, they won't be isolated. Only those who are very serious and will be seen as sick dogs will be punished They threw it aside because no one would buy a sick dog. "Sang Mengmeng looked up and rubbed his forehead against Tang an's cheek for a while.

"I remember... You were ill at that time." Tang sighed. When he first saw the dog, he was really dirty and sick.

"I haven't been sold, but because I've been very lively, the dog dealer still takes me every day... Later, when I was ill, the dog dealer can't treat me..." Sang Mengmeng's tears flowed on Tang an's chest, "I know that if I get sick and haven't been sold out, I will soon be discarded and die... I don't want to be thrown into the trash can with a lot of dog bodies, so I am more lively than usual and desperately hold the hands of those people. Even if they seem to like me a little, I will try to stand up or roll around and perform very cute... Come on After canine distemper, I will have diarrhea. In order not to be found by dog dealers, I will rub my little ass clean every time. "

Tang an gently stroked sang Mengmeng's back. The weak animals struggled and survived. Who could have thought that it was so hard for a puppy to get the chance to live?

"Am I smart?" Sang Mengmeng said in Tang an's ear.

"Very smart... But I remember when I met you, you were not so lively and motionless." Tang an has believed that it doesn't need sang Mengmeng to become a puppy. These things have not been experienced. How can I understand... This is not an emotion that can be described by a person who makes up a story for evil dramas.

"Yes... At that time, although I always wiped my little ass on the cardboard, I was found by the dog dealer, because the hair on my ass always looked a little yellow." Sang Mengmeng's body shook slightly, "It's just that the dog dealers didn't deal with me immediately. They don't care whether the dog is sick or not, as long as they can behave very lively... So I worked harder and became thinner because I didn't eat much but consumed more physical strength."

Tang an smelled the fragrance of Sang Mengmeng's hair. Perhaps it was because of this experience that sang Mengmeng kept a sense of gratitude for the one she took away, so she would look for him again.

But there are still many doubts in my mind... But those doubts are not important.

"When I met you that day, it was the last day that the dog dealer decided to take me out to sell... Because compared with before, I really didn't have the strength to perform hard. I had to reluctantly stand in the corner and wait for someone to hold me before trying to move to show that I was still alive." Sang Mengmeng's voice choked, "I had no hope and strength that day. I was crowded into the corner by other puppies, but I didn't expect that you stretched out your hand and hugged me carefully... I thought you were just grabbing at random like others, but you held me in your arms and didn't put me down."

You can have many choices, but among many choices, you have taken a fancy to me... So you will always be my master. Now I have long hair and waist, beautiful and moving. Will you let me be your dog again?

Sang Mengmeng hugged Tang an and was no longer willing to let go.