Liu Juyi finished speaking, nimbly packed up the bowls and chopsticks, and then placed them into a basket, carrying it out the door. The old yellow dog, which had been lying on the ground, stood up and followed her out. But it was called back by Wang Xiaoqiang.
The old yellow dog had been raised by Wang Xiaoqiang, so it naturally obeyed him.
Wang Xiaoqiang stood on the second floor of the old village committee building, leaning against the railing and looking out, watching as his sister-in-law Liu Juyi walked away until her graceful figure entered the village, at which point he withdrew his gaze.
The old yellow dog had already returned to the house and lay down on the ground again.
Nowadays, the old yellow dog was less and less fond of moving, lying down all day. Aside from barking twice when strangers came to the house, it was silent and breathless most of the time, just like an elderly man on the brink of death.
