老黄是条狗,和我同年。刚满月时,就被爷爷抱上了山,陪他一起看林。我常和老黄满山满沟疯跑,不是赶松鼠,就是追兔子,赶下松鼠归它,追下兔子归我,它从没有任何意见。老黄从小离妈,没有亲人,也没有朋友,够苦的了。有时我把老黄带到村子,认些熟人和熟狗,老黄很高兴,回山的路上又蹦又跳。夏秋的夜中,我经常坐在院子的石板桌前,看爷爷抽烟,听虫子鸣叫。林子里静悄悄的,没有一点响声。老黄总在半坡的路口坐着,喊一声,便跑过来,问它,那儿是不是很凉快?它不言语,尾巴甩几下, Lao Huang is a dog, and I the same year. Just full moon, it was grandpa cling to the mountain, with him to see forest. I always go crazy with Laomunshan full ditch run, not catch squirrels, is to chase the rabbit, squirrel down it, chase the rabbit back to me, it never had any opinion. Lao Huang a child from childhood, no relatives, no friends, enough bitter. Sometimes I brought Lao Huang to the village, recognize some acquaintances and cooked dogs, Lao Huang is happy, back and forth on the road jumped. Summer night, I often sit in the courtyard of the flagship table, watching my grandfather smoking, listen to bug tweets. Quietly in the woods, no sound. Lao Huang always sat at Banpo intersection, shouted, ran over and asked it, is not it cool? It does not speak, the tail thrown a few times,