Puppy bag
More than a month ago, when I was still in Beijing, I heard people tell about an artist, and I remember one of the stories was about the artist and the dog. It is said that the artist lives in a small city, and the family next door has a puppy, and he gets along well with the artist, and the artist often treats him with food. During the "Cultural Revolution", there was a fight in the city that had never been seen before, and the artist became frightened and fled to hide elsewhere for a period of time. Later, when he came back, he was probably pulled back, saying that he was "foreign to the outside world" and a counter-revolutionary. He criticized him and fought him. If he didn't admit it, he beat him, punched and kicked him, and hit him with sticks. Not only did his head bleed, but one leg was also broken. When the fight was over, he couldn't walk, and let the dictatorship team drag him through the streets to show the public, his clothes were torn, his body was covered in blood and dirt, and his mouth groaned. Anyone who knew him saw him half dead, he turned his head away. Suddenly a puppy ran out of the crowd and ran towards him very happily. It screamed affectionately, jumped in front of him, sniffed everywhere, licked its tongue, and stroked his body with its paws. It was useless for others to drive it away, kick it, hit it with a stick, it had to stay with its friends. In the end, the dictatorship broke the puppy's hind legs with a big stick, and it let out a few whines and dragged its crippled body away in pain. There was blood on the ground, and the artist left several dog paw prints on his rags. The artist was locked up for a few years before he was released, and the first thing he did was to buy a few catties of meat to visit the puppy. Neighbors told him that after the dog was broken that day, he returned home without eating anything and died after wailing for three days.