Super Zoo-Chapter 404 - 400: The Power of Truth (Five More)

He seemed to have been caught up in the memories of those years, too, his gaze piercing through the decades to return to that unbearable past. In a weathered voice, he began to speak slowly, "That smell was truly tantalizing. Back then, us kids probably hadn’t tasted meat for over half a year. When we caught a whiff of that meaty aroma, saliva would just spray out of our mouths. Kids nowadays probably can’t understand the feeling of saliva ’spraying’ out, but we were really craving it... We couldn’t help but drool uncontrollably, unable to stop it..."

Upon hearing this, the small room abruptly fell silent as death, the anchors standing by the walls forgot to take notes for study, and looked up with anxious expressions at He.

In the live streaming room, although one couldn’t see the faces of the audience at that moment, their reactions could be guessed from the feedback in the room.

In a live streaming room with over twenty thousand people, at that moment, not a single message or gift was sent.

It seemed as if time had frozen at that moment.

In a rural backyard, several decades ago, a few children who smelled the meaty scent didn’t hesitate to put down their chores and swarmed into the front hall.

Their uncle and aunt were busy at the dining table, which was devoid of the usual cornbread and pickles, instead there was a large steaming bowl of meat.

The children rushed forward, fighting over the meat. In the blink of an eye, half of the basin of meat had been devoured, not even soup was left.

After eating, the children, licking their fingers, asked their uncle what kind of meat it was.

Their uncle, with his hands behind his back, didn’t speak and turned to go back to working the fields. Their aunt, stammering, said it was "delicious meat."

How could the children know what "delicious meat" was? But it indeed smelled fantastic—this was the most delicious meat He had ever eaten in his life.

That night, when He got up to use the outhouse, he passed by his uncle’s window and overheard his uncle and aunt talking, that was when he found out what "delicious meat" really was.

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His uncle’s voice seemed to still echo in his ears to this very day.

"That big gray dog was so loyal! I struck its head fiercely with a hoe, and it just lay there begging for mercy, not hiding or running away, not even coming at me, just letting me hit it, until its skull was smashed, blood spilled all over the ground, and it was still whimpering at me, looking into my eyes..."

When He heard this, his mind buzzed, and he realized that the meat they ate was that big gray dog. He couldn’t help but feel a sourness in his nose and waves of sadness in his heart.

But in those days, hunger was too great. Sad as they were, they still buried their heads in eating the meat, and after a while, they stopped thinking about it.

Yet every time he passed by his uncle’s doorway, He couldn’t help but look at the threshold, which was now empty, never again to see that big gray dog that used to lay there, guarding the door, occasionally yawning.

Having said this, He sighed, stroking the head of Wangwang in his arms, "Since then, whenever I see a stray dog or cat, my mind goes back to that big gray dog."

The atmosphere in the room was somewhat oppressive. Except for Suming who already knew the story, the other anchors who had come to learn and listen were hearing it for the first time.

The anchors were all young people; they wouldn’t be streamers on an animal live streaming platform if they weren’t kind-hearted. Upon hearing this, several anchors’ eyes were red with tears, and a young girl could no longer hold back, biting her lip with tears streaming down her face.

At this point, nobody was paying attention to the numbers on the live streaming platform; everyone was just feeling sad for that loyal and unfortunate big gray dog.

The message board in the live streaming room was full of people who had passed out from crying.

"...Speechless..."

"I feel heavy in my heart, not sure what to say."

"Can’t blame Mr. He or the uncle. But that big gray dog was really so pitiable, so loyal..."

"I was ready to go to the bathroom to cry, only to find a floor full of people who had cried themselves to faintness, ah, what a sad story."

"Wuwuwu...Head Zookeeper, you’re not human, why tell such a sad story, it’s so heartbreaking..."

"I want to build a tower for the big gray dog, a thousand stories high. To commemorate the big gray dog, keep the formation below..."

"Commemorating the big gray dog..."

"In memory of the big gray dog..."

In the live streaming studio, there was overwhelming grief.

Actually, the death of a dog was not such a big deal in itself; every day, countless dogs, both legally and illegally, were killed and eaten. However, He’s story was simply too emotional.

The audience in the live streaming studio, many of them dog owners, found the scenes He described, such as a dog yawning, as if they were happening right beside them.

Who hasn’t seen a dog squatting at the doorstep, loyally guarding the home?

Perhaps everyone has had this experience, where occasionally on the side of the road, you encounter a stray dog, pitifully looking at you, and you can’t help but want to take it home.

The little dog, the little cat we raised when we were children, brought us so much joy in our childhood, but later, they had to be sent away... because of moving houses.

The power of reality is endless; without the flashy skills of the hosts, the ordinary He’s simple story resonated with all the viewers.

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"Fortunately, Mr. He’s story has not ended," Suming broke the deadlock.

Decades flew by, and as the country’s economy began to improve and soar, little He became big He, and He started teaching at Yangchuan City Second Affiliated Primary School.

Several stray dogs were in the primary school, and they would often run onto the playground to play with the students during school hours. The students often brought various snacks from home or used their pocket money to buy food for these little fellows.

At first, the school didn’t pay much attention to it—stray dogs were common everywhere.

But the parents were not at ease, fearing that their precious children might be bitten or scratched by these dirty stray dogs, possibly contracting fleas or germs. Many parents approached the school multiple times, hoping the school would deal with the stray dogs.

Under pressure and for safety reasons, the school asked the security department to disperse the stray dogs.

In order to ensure that the stray dogs would not dare to come back after being dispersed, the security guards resorted to rather brutal methods, using sticks and iron forks.

One day, as He was going to work, he saw this scene: a group of guards chasing a pack of stray dogs running everywhere, and a small tawny dog with dirty fluffy yellow fur, which seemed to have been born not long ago, fell behind and was knocked down by an iron stick by the head of the security guards, whining on the ground.

He rushed over to rescue the little dog, and after taking it to the pet hospital for examination and treatment, one of its hind legs was permanently disabled.

A disabled little mongrel dog would have a hard time surviving on its own, so He adopted it.

This adoption lasted for more than ten years. He had retired, and the little mongrel dog had grown up and become the old dog Wangwang.

He, a bit indulgently scratching Wangwang’s neck, said with a smile, "Don’t look at it now, with its fur all bald and not liking to move. That’s because it’s old, aha. When it was young, it was really good-looking, with shiny yellow fur, and it was so clever, just like a little person.

Once, when I was away on a business trip, I left it at a friend’s house. It acted as if it knew everything, secretly peeping at me with its eyes, afraid that we would abandon it and not care. As soon as I stepped out of my friend’s door, it followed me, barking loudly, and no matter how much I tried to persuade it, it wouldn’t stop. It woke up half of the building in the middle of the night. I was a bit annoyed, and I impulsively took a small stick and hit it. Who would have thought that it wouldn’t run or hide, but just lay there on its back, letting me hit it, crying painfully and looking at me pleadingly. At that moment, I thought of the big gray dog at my uncle’s house and felt terrible inside. In the end, I still took it with me on the business trip..."

...

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, the twenty-minute live stream had come to an end.

"Thank you all for joining this episode of ’Me and It’," Suming said to the camera with a slight nod. "Please tune in again next time."

Just as he was about to turn off the camera to end the live stream, he suddenly found the audience’s response was too strong to finish.

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Only two updates this morning, so I’ll give you three tonight. It’s not bad to have a little surprise occasionally.