Hound Eight Spoon

As soon as the hound Ba Shao was born, he was burdened with the death shadow of the female dog's dystocia. After being castrated due to fighting as a child, the scarred fighter poured out his lifelong hatred towards the veterinarian - yelling and cursing from the wall of the clinic every day for three years. When the owner moved to the city and sold the dog to a dog dealer, the gears of fate turned to an unpredictable trajectory. The veterinarian followed the neighing sound in his memory to find Eight Spoon, but wrote the iron rule of "never abuse" in the adoption contract. The confrontation between iron-blooded and soft began: The abandoned trauma allowed Bashao to escape three times and bite the new bandage with his sharp teeth, but he curled up and trembled when the veterinarian was dressing his wound late at night. This tug-of-war that lasted for three years was finally dispelled by grandma's cattail leaf fan - the old man used pickled plums and faded velvet blankets to weave a warmth that transcended species. In ten years, Ba Shao has transformed from a violent grave guard dog into a family member who accompanies him in the morning and evening. It learned to use the tip of its nose to nudge the sick grandma to take medicine, use its paws to dig out smooth loess at funerals, and finally stood guard in front of the tombstone for ten spring and autumn years. When the last sob dissipated in the wind, people discovered that there was half a piece of moldy wheat cake under Ba Shao's body - that was the last meal it left for itself. This story about scars and redemption uses iron, blood and softness to depict an epic of life that transcends hatred. When stubborn revenge meets love that transcends life and death, Ba Shao spent twenty years proving that the tenderness of protection can bloom from the deepest wounds.