My daily dog ​​food routine with the school beauty

In Eastern European legend, this demon count killed nearly 200,000 people in his own territory.

Dracula's atrocities have left a horrific record in the annals of Eastern European countries.

Han Xuan sighed lightly, looked at the villagers weeding in front of him, and involuntarily turned the second page.

Who knew that the second page was crooked, with a few big characters written in a red pen.

"Death Diary."

This really piqued Han Xuan's interest, prompting him to turn the third page eagerly.

Sure enough, the whole process uses the first-person "I" to record what happened to the owner of the diary.

When I was little, I had a dog.

I've read a saying that the best way for a person to become strong is to have someone they want to protect.

I remember when I was a kid, even though I was a girl, I used to fight with boys.

Because I want to protect the girls in my class who are being bullied by the boys, I often try to stop the boys from bullying the girls.

Seeing this, Han Xuan realized that the owner of this diary was a girl.

Could this be Lihua's diary?

Why is it called a death diary?

Maybe it has something to do with the truth I need to investigate.

Han Xuan sighed and had to continue looking.

At that time, I made myself stronger in order to protect the weak.

In junior high school, I also made myself less vulnerable in order to protect the girls who were excluded.

Maybe I'm still trying to protect Bai Xue, because I study hard, I can make more money, and my dog can eat better.

Naturally, my parents didn't need me to protect me, because I was just a student at the time.

But the snow was gone in the end, alas.

When I got to high school, I realized that no one needed me to protect, so I chose to protect myself.

Regardless of the grievances and grievances between others, I also choose to become stronger.

Only when I am strong can I solve those unnecessary troubles.

But then I realized that I didn't care much about my feelings.

So I don't need protection anymore.

After high school, I didn't protect anyone in college.

Because no one needs me to protect me, I don't want to be strong anymore.

So people, if you want to be strong, you must have people who want to protect.

Here's what I said to that stupid dog.

Han Xuan flipped down, and then he suddenly understood.

This shouldn't be a diary written by Lihua.

Because according to the villagers, Lihua will not have such a memory.

I knew I was dying, but I don't know why, to this day, the only thing I think about is the stupid dog.

When I was seven years old, I watched people turn you into a meal on the dinner table.

What horrifies me is that you saved my life, but I ate you.

Because I want you to be a part of my life.

I want you to live with me.

Your name is Xiaobai, and you are a dog who has been with me in the countryside for two years.

I remember that your tail was cut in half, your nose was pointy, and your head was very cute.

But I ate you, and I can't stop the adults from doing this to you who are dying.

It was the first time I had completely lost a good friend in my life.

Will you hate me?

I study in the city, my grandfather grows vegetables in the countryside, and Xiaobai is a dog raised by my grandfather's family.

Every weekend, I would go back to the countryside with my aunt, and there were more than 20 sheep in our sheep shed.

Before I entered the sheep shed, I heard the cry of "baa" from afar, one after another.

I can't deny that the sheep are really gentle and every time I feel like they are calling me mommy.

Every time I would go to the mountains with my neighbor's little sister to herd livestock, I would follow my aunt to herd sheep, and my little sister would herd two big cattle by herself.

I have to say that children from rural families are self-reliant and self-reliant.

Every time my aunt was not around, I would pick a lively lamb and ride it directly on the sheep, and I would have a race directly with my little friend who rode a big ox.

The old days were really good.

There are sheep, there are pools, there are playmates, there are green grass.

There is also a dog who accompanies me to herd sheep, and he is Xiaobai.

And it was when I was seven years old that Xiaobai saved me from the brink of death.

This is my death diary.

One day, I returned to the countryside.

Ignoring the warnings of my adults, I sneaked out of the house alone to climb a hill to find one of my playmates.

The adults said that the countryside has not been very peaceful recently, there are many wild dogs in the mountains, no one keeps them in captivity, and they bite people when they see them, and there were deaths not long ago.

But I forgot about it.

Unexpectedly, when I climbed the mountain and was just halfway there, I actually met four or five fierce wild dogs on the mountain.

They surrounded me, and a low roar came out of their mouths.

Grinning teeth, it looks extremely fierce.

That was the first time I regretted not listening to an adult.

I don't know if it's the last time I regret it.

Because I feel like I'm going to die.

It's hard to face death, especially when you're alone in the mountains, alone.

How uncomfortable should it be to be bitten alive by so many wild dogs?

At that time, I had no other way but to think about death.

I didn't dare to cry out, for I was afraid that if my cowardice was revealed, they would get even harder.

I was too scared to move.

Until you appeared, when I was alone in the dark, I suddenly saw a translucent light, but it was extinguished in an instant.

I don't want to bother you.

You ran to me and looked at my situation, and at that moment, I actually understood the meaning in your eyes.

You're trying to tell me to run.

Before I could react, you attacked one of the dogs, which was much larger than you.

The big dog barks at you, and you still don't admit defeat and continue to attack the other big dogs.

After all, they are angered by you, and they all revolve around you to bite.

And at that moment, I actually ran.

I was so scared that I spread my feet and ran home.

I hear your screams of pain, sharp and piercing.

But I didn't dare to look back, I was afraid that if I turned around, I wouldn't bear to see that scene.

They didn't catch up.

I came home crying bitterly, not thinking about tea and dinner, and sitting quietly by the fire.

Until the sun goes down, until day turns into night, until the frogs chirp in the vegetable garden in the distance.

I didn't even wait for you....

I've been waiting for a long, long....

The firelight, crackling, like my heart, was broken and fell all over the ground.

The fate was picked up, but the dog was lost.

Don't listen to the old man, suffer in front of him, empty and sad.

I looked at the firewood in the stove, which was burning brighter than usual.