coobybook Chapter 490 The Puppy Time Knife
Chapter 490 The Puppy Time Knife
So this is the power of the puppy's Time Blade?
How should I put it?
You look exactly like your mom when you were little.
[Very similar personalities]
[20 years from now, whose puppy will you be?]
[Looks familiar]
"My lord, my father, Bruce, once served under you."
[Having reached middle age, my uncle also followed in my footsteps.]
[Unfortunately, the lord has moved to the capital.]
The Quan family can only wander here.
[Today I had the pleasure of seeing the esteemed person]
Just as my father said: Your Excellency remains as radiant and charming as ever.
[Young Master is joking.]
Wangcai is my grandfather's name.
My name is Wangjia.
However, my grandfather and father also mentioned it.
If the young master calls Wangcai, then he is calling me.
As the saying goes, it's best to stay together forever.
Old Wangcai remarried and moved west.
[Benefiting from his father's blessings, Xiao Wang's family prospers for generations to come.]
Its grandmother was with me for eight years, its father was with me for eight years, and now the two of them have been with me for two years.
Suddenly, the face of an old friend appeared; it turned out to be the son of an old friend.
From a puppy's perspective, are we some kind of long-lived species?
[When puppies grow old, do they ever think about this?]
I am old and frail, but the Great Sage's charm remains undiminished.
"Whose dog are you?"
“Reporting to you, my lord,” the dog took two steps forward. “My father, Bruce, served under you and lived to a ripe old age. My uncle also followed you, but you moved to the capital, leaving my family to wander here. Today, seeing you, my lord, you are indeed as my father said, as dignified and radiant as ever.”
I suddenly remembered Bruce's appearance before his death. On his deathbed, he said to me: "If you see my old yellow dog's puppies, please take good care of them." At the time, I took it as his dying wish, but I didn't know that the dog had such a spiritual nature.
Where is your uncle now? My voice was a little tight, and I reached out to stroke its head.
My uncle didn't make it through last winter. The mongrel dog lowered its head, its tail lightly brushing the ground. It said it was waiting for the adults to come back, but the snow was too heavy, and it froze to death in the yard where we used to live. We finally found it in the corner of the woodshed…
The wind grew colder, swirling up fallen leaves that stung my eyes. I thought of the days I used to chase Bruce in the sunset; those days were simple, yet full of warmth. But now, everything has changed…
"Come home with me." I stood up and dusted myself off. The mongrel suddenly raised its head, its eyes gleaming, yet hesitant: "Sir, I... I'm dirty, I'm afraid I'll defile your residence."
"It's alright," I said with a smile, reaching out my hand. "Back then, your father and I shared a bed, and I never complained that it was dirty."
The dog barked once, happily circled my legs twice, and then followed closely behind me. The setting sun cast long shadows of us, and I suddenly felt that the weariness I had accumulated over the past twenty years in the city seemed to be gently dispelled by the sound of this little dog's footsteps.
"I've met your maternal grandmother, your maternal mother, and you... Perhaps, one day, I'll even meet your baby..."
"I felt so dazed when my son and I first learned to sit still."
"[Pretending to be strong but crying] My dog passed away a long time ago. Suddenly one day I dreamed about him. He told me to go and get two puppies to take home, but no matter what I did, I couldn't get them back. Either they would fall when I picked them up, or I couldn't even hold them. [Pretending to be strong but crying] I woke up before I even got home. [Pretending to be strong but crying] A few days later, my mom brought one of the puppies home, but it wouldn't eat. My mom had no choice but to send it back. [Pretending to be strong but crying] It was only after a long time that I suddenly understood... [Pretending to be strong but crying]"
"When I was young, I got a yellow dog, its color like gold, its eyes like stars. Now it is old, its teeth are loose and its fur is sparse, it walks slowly as if carrying a thousand pounds, and when it lies down it often pants like a bellows. But every time it sees me come home, it will force itself to get up, wagging its tail like a weak willow in the wind, its rhythm unchanged even though its strength has declined; it raises its head to lick my hand, its kiss is like tattered cotton brushing against stone, its enthusiasm as still as ever even though it is stiff and cold."
I still remember when the puppy first came, rolling around my knees like a fluffy ball; in its prime, chasing the hunt, dashing through the grass like a golden arrow released from a bow. Tonight, it leans against my feet, its whimpers broken and intermittent, as if recounting unfinished words from its life. Stroking its frosty mane, I feel its claws are dull and its hearing is impaired; it looks like an old man, yet its remaining black hair is still thick. A dog's lifespan is no more than ten years, yet it has aged so much before me!
Every time I feed it minced meat, it trembles and raises its head, its eyes gazing at me with tears, its tail still tapping the ground several times. The affection between us is no less than that between master and servant. Twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye, and many old friends have passed away, but this devoted creature has kept me company day and night. Now, watching its earnest display of affection, I am reminded of a candle burning out a flower, its light flickering for a moment, yet still giving its last glimmer to the long night.
Sima Qian said, "To feed a dog with simple pleasures, like eating beans and drinking water, is true filial piety." Now, let us follow this example when caring for an old dog: spread out a mat for it to bask in the sun, prepare soup and medicine for it. It has served me its entire life, and I should see it off until its end. Though the years may change, this affection will not waver.
On a certain day, month, and year, I watched a dog sleep soundly by the south window, its breathing growing faint. With tears in my eyes, I wrote this down.
"[Tears] When I was little, my family had a wolfhound. When it had puppies, we would give them away. Ten years ago, I could still hear that these were the old wolf's grandsons and the puppies of the old wolf's grandsons."
My dog is 15 years old.
All my teeth have fallen out
Then I gave it a bath and brushed its fur.
It bit me with its teeth [crying]
"It wants to remember your scent. Dogs can't speak, so they express their love for you by biting."
"She accompanied me from the first year of junior high school to the first year of graduate school, but because I was at school, I didn't even get to see her one last time after she got sick. [crying][crying][crying]"
"My little yellow dog was poisoned to death by the villagers, but thankfully it left behind its daughter, Little Yellow. She's just like her mother. At first, she wasn't familiar with me, but now she's like a mother to me, greeting me whenever I come home [crying][crying]"
"I can accept that time has taken her away, but I cannot accept that she was poisoned to death by that damned beast [smile]"
"As the immortal being grows old, it calls out the names of countless ancestors of the puppy, repeatedly mistaking the puppy's name. The puppy knows this too (the immortal being is trapped in its happiest time)."
Under the canopy of the sky, every single one of the old folks who had ever owned a dog was moved to tears.
My dog, Dahuang, has been with me hunting for many years and watched my son grow up. In my eyes, it's more than just a dog; I've long considered it family.
But last year's harvest was bad, and the disasters got worse year by year. Seeing my wife and children so thin and skinny that they couldn't afford to eat, I just couldn't muster any anger.
I secretly tricked Dahuang into going hunting as before, but actually knocked it unconscious and sold it to the dog market. The money from selling the dog wasn't much, but that winter, it was the first full meal my wife and children had.
Big Yellow, don't be a dog in your next life, it's too miserable. You've never had a good life following me your whole life. Reincarnate as a human! If I can still recognize you, you can take your anger out on me however you want.
Kids who own dogs: The elders in my family have said that when a female dog is about to die, she will give birth to a single pup to accompany and protect her owner. I wonder if this is true.
If it were true, even if it were Hua Hua's (the dog's name) daughter, I probably wouldn't like her as much as I like Hua Hua.