Chapter 1908: Chapter 1702: The Weight of Life
He Tuo was a bit confused.
He had previously fainted due to exhaustion and choking on water, only rembering Little Ten’s wet dog head still beside him.
Why... is there going to be a burial?
He knew this word, it was only used after soone died.
He stood there, dazed.
He Kuang’s wife looked at him, trying hard to blink her eyes—child, if you don’t react soon, she’ll have no more tears left!
He Kuang hurried over to save the scene, placing his hand on He Tuo’s shoulder with a long sigh: "Co, take one last look at Little Ten."
He brought He Tuo into the center of the crowd. Seeing this, Song Tan and Lun Chuan quickly pretended to shovel two more scoops of dirt onto Little Ten:
"Take a look, take one last look, you won’t see him in the future."
They were going to ask the security guard to take Little Ten to the sunflower field near Shitou Slope. There, among the tall and lush sunflowers, he could patrol.
This was both part of his duty and out of sight from He Tuo, ensuring nothing went wrong for ten days or half a month.
Alas, there’s only Little Eleven there. If he wants to play with other dogs, he has to wait until the middle of the night; it’s a big grievance for him.
The atmosphere was made so somber that He Tuo finally realized. He quickly ca to the edge of the pit, looking at Little Ten quietly lying there in a curled-up position.
His fur was still shiny, the black and white teor patterns praised by many, but now his eyes were closed tight and motionless.
He Tuo watched silently for a mont. Everyone exchanged glances, unsure why the child was reacting this way.
The next mont, He Tuo suddenly asked, "Dad, why did he die?"
He Kuang thought this kid is really unexpected, could it be he has no empathy at all?
He hurriedly replied in a heavy tone: "Alas. I told you before not to do dangerous things... This ti, you cramped in the pond, and your mom and I didn’t have ti to save you. Little Ten saved you and ended up..."
Alas!
He sighed heavily, deeply troubled, as scenes of heroic rescue and sacrifice common in films appeared in He Tuo’s mind.
He looked at the annoying little dog that always followed and watched him. His eyes suddenly reddened, and he burst into tears—
"Wah..."
Crying loudly, so painfully and unexpectedly.
Everyone present was startled.
Song Tan, having sharp eyes, saw Little Ten’s ear tips twitch and quickly threw another scoop of dirt on top.
But He Tuo cried out, "I never thought... I never thought..."
He had always been energetic since he was a child, from the first ti playing hide and seek at ho, to later sneaking out at night, then in the mall, amusent park, kindergarten..."
Dad and mom rushed over, flustered and sweaty, bowing and apologizing to others...
He saw it all but couldn’t understand the adults’ embarrassnt, only finding it very interesting.
Over the years, nothing much happened to him.
He knew how to swim, not rembering how he fainted.
Dad ntioned cramping, sothing taught in safety class by the teacher, but how could he cramp?
Little Ten...
At this mont, those pasts blurred like frosted glass—parents’ embarrassnt and anger, the constant teachings at ho, even the beatings in their rage, all washed clear by tears, presented before him clearly.
He Tuo cried louder.
He never thought of it.
He really liked dogs, and Little Ten, although it always staring at him was a bit annoying, but, but when he walked alone at night, only it kept him company.
If not for Little Ten being there, he would have sneaked back ho right after going out.
And now...
He howled, now lunging toward the pit:
"Don’t bury him! Don’t bury him! Let
hold him, dad, let
hold him..."
Oh dear, hugging is not feasible; if hugged, he’d find it warm, soft, and the belly rising and falling!
Song Tan quickly threw two more scoops of dirt to cover it, unable to keep a straight face. Still, Lun Chuan sighed:
"Little Ten is a good dog, he won’t be with you anymore. Now it’s hot, you’ve been asleep for a while, it’ll start slling very soon."
"It’s better to let him rest early."
As he spoke, he promptly added another scoop of dirt.
He Kuang pushed He Tuo, watching him cry and shiver as if his whole body was trembling to the extre, a flicker of unwillingness flashed in his eyes.
But no matter how unwilling, the act needed to be completed.
So half-embracing, half-supporting him into the room.
The crying echoed continuously, he was truly heartbroken.
Once people left, Lun Jing greeted at the door, everyone hurriedly dug Little Ten out again, with nimble hands.
The loose, soft peat had no weight, the bought oxygen canister was unused, Little Ten shook his body, shedding all the scattered peat debris, Song Tan also patted his dog head a couple of tis, then gently patted his back:
"Go now, Oscar winner, from the back."
Little Ten whimpered lowly, disappearing into the flowers in a blink of an eye.
And everyone, again pretended to fill the soil back on, even making a small mound.
Then they sighed, truly feeling that educating children isn’t easy.
At this mont, through the window, they could still hear He Tuo’s cries:
"I didn’t think... dad, I didn’t think... I will never do this again... Call Little Ten to accompany , don’t bury him dad, don’t bury him..."
How painful, how painful!
This was truly going to be an extraordinarily profound mory in his young childhood.
But Lun Chuan, recalling the sight of the He Kuang couple crying over the dog in the car, also remained determined:
"We’ve co this far, hold strong!"
Everyone exchanged a glance, encouraging each other, and then keeping a solemn expression, followed to the hotel.
Lun Chuan thought of another thing: "He probably hasn’t eaten since last night, it’s been over ten hours, we should let him eat sothing."
Song Tan listened intently: "Crying, crying very sadly now, probably can’t eat, let him cry it out first."
The He Kuang family was guarding the room.
Mr. and Mrs. He stood by the window, in case He Tuo saw sothing through it.
While the He Kuang couple heard him sobbing and trembling on his little bed, crying his lungs out, hesitating:
"Do you think we should reason with him now?"
For example, if you didn’t do this and that, Little Ten wouldn’t have had to either.
Or next ti, if you do this again, there will be another Little Ten sacrificing just for you...
He Kuang’s wife shook her head:
"A loud drum needs no heavy hits."
"We’ve used plenty of reasoning before, spanked, and scolded him. We’ve consulted psychologists, taken him out during holidays, nothing worked."
"If it’s not important to him, he’ll never rember. Hurting him physically, we can’t bear it."
Four adults, including the couple, didn’t have the energy of one He Tuo alone, really couldn’t keep up.
And now, though it seed cruel, to let him bear the weight of a life at such a young age.
But this is better than losing his own life later, or the burden falling on soone else, isn’t it?
The weight of life, lies in responsibility.
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