Turn and forget the tears that are not worth mentioning

In my apartment building, there was a rich upstart who owned a Wolf dog. It was huge, with sharp teeth, and its eyes glowed in the dark, like a hungry male Wolf on the prairie. Sometimes stay up late at night to write, hear it issued by the window of the sad pale far cry, always trance, as if in a lush primitive forest, autumn wind blowing, leaves issued a rustling sound, everything is shrouded in a mysterious atmosphere.

Therefore, I did not have much hatred for the existence of this Wolf dog, but had unlimited sympathy. I thought of an animal that should belong to the mountains and wild, because a rich and arrogant boss was confined to a house with two rooms and one living room, without companions, predators, or the smell of cold cypress, just like an emperor under house arrest, who did not lack food and drink. But there is no way out of the sorrow.

But some people in the same building, especially in the next few families near the Wolf dog, hated the Wolf dog. They are about the office workers who go to work early and come back late, time is money, and they need an absolutely quiet environment to sleep at night, so that their nervous breakdown will not collapse under the pressure. But this dog, just like the night howl, and the cry is terrible, it seems that there is no injustice, listen to make people afraid. For people like me who fall asleep, such a nocturnal call does not hinder, but makes the night more quiet and more suitable for sleep. But this group of nervous office workers, but after the Wolf dog settled in, they could no longer sleep.

Some people are obviously jealous in their accusations, saying that they are just a dog, but they live in a house with two bedrooms and one living room, which is higher than the level of enjoyment of people. There are also some dogs and people, saying that listening to the dog's barking is so miserable, its owner will not be pleased for too long, and it is uncertain when the dog will be recruited to the soul, and all the family property will be confiscated. Some people are clamoring to write a lawsuit and Sue the local court to ask the dog's owner to give them moral compensation.

The dog, of course, was not aware of these criticisms of him, and as usual, he followed his master, or his wife and son, for a leisurely stroll after dinner. It is said to be a rare breed like the Tibetan mastiff, with wild rugged nature, if released into the mountains, will become the king of animals like wolves.

Its walking posture has always maintained the vigilance and alerting of the Wolf, so those pugs, deer dogs, Chihuahuas in the community often feel afraid when they see it, and will hide far behind the owner, afraid to approach. But it doesn't prey on the weaker of its kind, as it's supposed to. In fact, it is as lonely and proud as a Wolf, ignoring people and keeping a distance from those who are regarded as pets.

When other dogs are walking, they will obediently follow the master behind, and when they hear the master's call, they will immediately run forward and lick the master's pants. However, he always walks in front of his master with his head high, so that it looks as if he is walking with his fat master, and the rich nouveau riche often cannot keep up with his pace, yelling at him to stop or go slowly, but he does not listen to his master's shouts, and his eyes wander around as if he is looking for prey that can attack at any moment.

It did find a prey, is a man on the third floor of the apartment building, one day I do not know whether out of jealousy or some other reason, when it had just stepped out of the house, it threw a stone at it, it immediately ran out, a bite on the man's thigh. The man immediately cried out, fortunately its owner was at home, stopped in time, and the man was sent to the hospital.

This incident made everyone in the community nervous, as if it could come out at any time to attack passers-by. The bitten man, after being discharged from the hospital, wrote a lawsuit and went door to door seeking signatures, and soon the community banded together to Sue the dog and its owner. But the dog's owner apparently took precautions, produced a dog license and a certificate of adequate vaccinations, and paid the opposing lawyer.

The lawsuit went nowhere. The men and women of the community routinely hate and fear the dog and its owner, and the dog and its owner routinely walk proudly in the community every day. It seemed that everything had returned to calm, like the scar on the leg of the man who had been bitten, and gradually no trace was visible. Until one day, the body of the dog suddenly appeared in the early morning on the road in front of the entrance of the community.

The owner of the dog was devastated and said that in any case the murderer would be arrested, he spent tens of thousands of dollars to buy this dog, treat it as his own son, let it live in two rooms and one room, good meat constantly, so that it died in vain, he would not be willing.

The police first listed the incident as a vendetta, because the day before the dog's death, people in the community had heard Shouting that the dog would sooner or later be poisoned. But after many days of investigation, the police were unable to find solid evidence against the man who said he would poison the dog. At the same time, another police unit finally found the car stained with the dog's blood.

The driver said exactly the same thing as the only passer-by. The driver said that he was driving through the gate of the community, suddenly from the slanting out of a Wolf dog, the dog to his front on the past, so determined collision, so that he had no time to brake, and more is the fear of the heart idle his always skilled action. He said that the loneliness and desolation in the dog's eyes made him feel like a desperate man who was going to kill himself and that no one could stop him from wanting to die.

The incident was eventually ruled a suicide. The owner of the dog refused to accept, want to appeal, but think about it, feel that it is a dog, money can also buy another, and the dog is not as loyal to the owner as he imagined, so it is still just, all when their own luck.

And the people in the community, but clapped and applauded, said that finally died, this night can no longer hear the annoying cry. But on a quiet night, I suddenly miss the dog who committed suicide, just like I miss a Wolf returning to the mountains. Its cry, so bleak and solemn, except for the same kind in the mountains, no one can understand the helplessness and sadness that flashed through its eyes when it died.

How did she never expect to meet him again, this man who had been rejected by her because of excessive enthusiasm in the past, with a gentle arm, was actually a young girl who was more charming and beautiful than she was. The tenderness of his eyes, like a sharp blade, pierced her cold as ice heart to him.

He started courting her in the first place. The two are in the same media circle, but her fame is so great that even she can't count the men who pursue her. Of course, she did not bother to count, along the way, her beautiful face and dazzling light, like a lamp in a gorgeous palace, countless moths, in order to this light, from the window again and again to the glass that could not lead to her. So she never cherished these men who were willing to sacrifice their lives for themselves. She threw them away as if they were shoes, and treated them like leftover soup and water after the party, and was eager to sweep them into the trash can. The men among them, of course, include him.

At that time she not only disliked him, she even disliked him for a time because of his fierce and passionate love and pursuit. He called her almost every hour, babbling a little, asking her what she was doing, if she was thinking of him, if she was hungry. She always replied to him very simply, like sending away a beggar for food, with a tone of boredom. Sometimes she deletes his messages without even looking at them. At this time, he was like a trapped beast, calling again and again, sending text messages, if it was not busy, I am afraid that he had already taken a taxi from the most southern part of the city to the most northern part of her work to frantically find her, just to prove that she was still alive, and well alive.

She despised him as a prisoner, a prisoner bound by love, who could not escape. So send a text message, she always out of sympathy, and extra reward him a few words. Yeah, it's a reward. If he could feel her kindness to him at all, it was given to him as a master would give to a servant, in pity for a man who was obsessed with love.

She never loved him at all. During the period when he thought he was in love, she also maintained an ambiguous relationship with several other men at the same time. She even made hot jokes about other men online while answering his call. He asked her what she was laughing at, and she casually lied: laughing at what you said was funny.

The love she outlined for him with a lie lasted only a short year. It was the year that turned this up-and-coming man into a scorched, irritable, neurotic love-maniac. This mental torture almost broke him. Finally one time, when she turned off the phone and did not answer him for three days, the poor man, like a volcano, took the initiative to break up with her.

Of course it was what she wanted. So even after she heard that he was once depressed into depression, her heart, there is no sympathy. Although in the days since, she has never met a man like him who does not hide his love crazy, those men who give her good words and invite her to drink coffee, most of them flash by like a meteor, but with some of her little cheap, then suddenly disappeared.