He tried to focus his attention on the past, and soon saw a row of familiar words.,Chen Luo picked up the pottery pitcher and lifted the lid.,Chen Luo glanced at the stray dog raised by his uncle. He remembered when he first came to the city and stayed with his uncle, this mangy dog had bitten a hole in his pants. In the corner, the mangy dog, its tail stiff with anxiety, was hidden away from the foul stench, sensing that something bad might be about to happen.。