Sentinel is not good

The boy's hair was tied up randomly by Song Jian, and a few strands of thin hair hung on his face, his expression was still very cold.But when he wanted to express his displeasure, his eyebrows would move.

Originally, he resisted getting his hair tied up, and his scalp always seemed to be caught, but when he was hunting, it was more convenient to tie up his hair, so it didn't matter.

What he was staring at now was the gun on Zhang Mu's waist.Fan Yu also has a lot of guns, which are very lethal, and he yearns for them very much.

Only a strong enough alpha wolf can protect all companions.

Song Jian couldn't see Zhang Mu's gun, nor could he see the salivating refugee next to him with red eyes. He had another idea. "Should I change it? Please."

"Change." Zhang Mu agreed happily, honey is so rare, "Do you want medicine, thick blankets, and salt?"

Song Jian's small face was washed in the hot spring, and it was extraordinarily clean. With a pretty face, he began to bargain. "That's... one piece of honey in exchange, I won't give you three. The medicine... I want that, a bad-smelling potion, a cotton swab, and a few anti-inflammatory drugs. I want...five. .”

As he spoke, he passed one of the cliff honey forward, and a lot of honey dripped on the sand again.Song Jian remembered that potion after using it last time, it can dry up the bleeding wound quickly.Anti-inflammatory drugs were mentioned by my parents before. They said that if a person is injured, bleeding is not terrible, but once it burns, it is terrible. Without anti-inflammatory drugs, people will die.

He was afraid of death, and he was also afraid of Brother Little Wolf's death.

Zhang Mu quickly took the honey lump and wrapped it in a cloth. "What else do you want?"

"The second piece of cliff honey, I want a backpack, and a jar with a lid." Song Jian said, his hands were full of sticky honey, which made the refugees greedy.With a backpack, you can pack the supplies, and you don’t have to drag them when you move them. The jars are used to hold honey. After leaving here, he and brother wolf can still eat sweets.

Zhang Mu smiled, doing business with such a young child. "Yes, I am the leader, and I will never go back on what I promised you."

"Then... here you go." Song Jian handed over the second piece again, "I want to change the ointment with you for the last piece, do you have...pain-relief ointment? My little wolf brother gets stung every day when he looks for honey , I want pain relief, but if you don’t have it, I won’t give it to you, and keep it for yourself.”

Several refugees looked at each other, muttered about the way to find honey, and left with a group.Zhang Mu didn't care about them, everyone wanted to eat better, and they might plan to pick it for a try.

"Okay, we've concluded this deal." Zhang Mu took the third piece of honey, and couldn't wait to taste it first. It was really sweet, sweet like never tasted before.

Song Jian wanted a lot of things, some of which Zhang Mu didn't even have in his tent, so he could only look for them in the refugee camp, and whoever had them would take them out, and Zhang Mu cut a large piece of honey as compensation.Thick blankets, backpacks, coarse salt blocks the size of a fist, and tin cans with lids are all easy to find, but medicine is too difficult to get together.

After running all over the camp, he finally got all the medicine Song Jian wanted.A bottle of iodine, a small handful of cotton swabs, five anti-inflammatory pills, and a small jar of herbal ointments.

In the end, it was handed over to Song Jian, and the child could barely hold it anymore.Zhang Mu had no choice but to help him take it back. Along the way, the wolf cub was on his right side, glancing at his waist from time to time.

"Why aren't you wearing clothes, Brother Little Wolf?" Zhang Mu asked Song Jian.

"Brother Little Wolf doesn't like it, I gave him pants, and he won't wear them." Song Jian was pulled by the rope, slowly testing the sand surface, for fear of stepping on stones, "Zhang Mu, let me ask you, you can't lie child."

Zhang Mu couldn't help laughing: "Ask, don't lie to children."

"My little wolf brother, what does he look like?" Song Jian licked the leftover honey on his finger, "Doesn't it look good?"

This question stumped Zhang Mu.

When the wolf cub was first picked up by Fan Yu, no one thought he was good-looking, he was dirty, wild and ugly, no, he was not ugly, but his face was dirty, no one could clearly see what he looked like.

This year has passed, and the child is about 9 years old. He has grown a lot, his hair is tied up neatly, and the bones of his face are exposed. The facial features that were considered inconspicuous before seem to have grown.

Gradually grow into a face with personality, it should be pretty, but it is always expressionless.

"You little wolf brother, you look good." Zhang Mu said, "He has the gene of a minority, and his eye sockets are deep."

The boy lifted his eyelids a little and glanced at him.

Song Jian walked slowly, tilted his head and asked, "What are eye sockets?"

"It's just...to praise you little wolf brother." Zhang Mu said.

"I knew my brother was good-looking." Song Jian was satisfied, but he was willing to hear others praise him.

"Yes, he's handsome and capable. I don't know how many little girls want to share a tent with him in the future." This is what Zhang Mu said in his heart. The wolf cub is growing up and will reach puberty in a few years.According to the growth trend of his face, he can also hunt. He is definitely the kind of little girl who takes the initiative to drill into a small tent.

Song Jian suddenly stopped moving: "Clos... close the tent?"

"Yeah, you don't understand now, but you'll understand when you grow up." Zhang Mu also stopped, and further ahead was the tent of Song Jian and the wolf cub. Once he rashly entered the territory of the wolves, the consequences would be disastrous.

A tent?Song Jian was still thinking about the word.Why did the little girl share a tent with brother wolf?Don't they have tents of their own?Or, they want to live in their tents.

"No fit, no fit." He shook his head and hands, "Brother Little Wolf is mine, and I won't let anyone else sleep in the tent. Only the two of us sleep in the tent. The two of us are the best, and we don't want anyone else."

Zhang Mu put the backpack and thick blanket on the ground, and did not answer Song Jian's words.Song Jian lives by the wolf cub, and he is definitely not willing to share it with others. When he grows up, the wolf cub understands the relationship between men and women, and he is indeed the wolf cub's trouble.

The boy was still staring at Zhang Mu's gun.

"What are you looking at?" Zhang Mu also found out, and had to be vigilant, in case the wolf cub tried to grab the gun, it would be over.

"Gun," said the boy dryly. "Kill, wolf."

Zhang Mu fully exposed the gun belt. "Don't worry, as long as your wolves don't cross the border and don't hurt the refugees, I won't shoot them. Bullets are very dangerous, and one can kill your first wolf."

The boy stood up slowly, his fists clenched, his upper lip moved to show his teeth.

This was a move to kill himself, but Zhang Mu was not afraid, and he would not be afraid for the time being, because a 9-year-old child could not threaten his life. "On the arm, was it stung by a mountain bee?"

The boy suddenly tilted his head, not understanding why he was talking about this.

"Before going to the Rift Valley next time, go to the hot spring and use mud to smear your body. The mountain bees will not be able to sting you. One or two is fine, but when they attack you in groups, it is very dangerous." Zhang Mu said Very slowly, not sure how much the wolf cub can understand, "Dangerous, understand?"

The boy just took a step back. "Want, gun."

"Don't think about it." Zhang Mu clutched the gun belt, "Guns are for human beings, maybe one day you can use them, but it's still far away. This thing can even kill people."

"Gun?" Song Jian understood, and retreated little by little to Brother Little Wolf, "Don't kill us, we...we won't grab, don't kill Brother Little Wolf, okay?" Brother Lang stood in front of him, for fear that Zhang Mu would shoot in this direction.

"Don't worry, I won't shoot casually, and I'm not Fan Yu." Zhang Mu only thought they were having fun, and didn't expect Song Jian to protect the wolf cub, "I put down the things. Supplies, come to me again."

After Zhang Mu left, Song Jian's uneasy heart finally settled down.While grabbing Brother Little Wolf's hand, he hugged him: "Don't be afraid, Brother Little Wolf, don't be afraid, I... I beg him, he won't kill us, I beg him every day."

"Pick it up, don't ask for it." The boy was not afraid, he just wanted a gun and wanted to be a wolf.

"But I'm scared, I'm cowardly, I'm afraid of him..." Song Jian is afraid of adults who can't see clearly, brother wolf is the best in the world.

"I'm not afraid." The boy bit Song Jian's nose, "I'm not afraid. Guns are scary."

What kind of gun is not, Song Jian has no idea about these things, his mind is how to make the tent comfortable, how to live longer with Brother Little Wolf.When the supplies were brought back, he tore out the thin blanket in the tent and replaced it with a soft thick blanket. It was strange when his little feet stepped on it, like stepping on newly sprouted turf, itchy, prickly, and soft Get in between your toes.

The female wolf obviously also likes thick ones, and Song Jian could already hear them rolling.

With a backpack, it is much more convenient to pack things. My parents used to have several backpacks, but now this one belongs to me and brother wolf.Song Jian put the dagger, flint and a kettle filled with water in it, leaving a large piece of honey, cut it open and put it in a jar with a lid.

The medicine is the most important, and it is placed in the interlayer of the backpack, coarse salt and dried meat are placed in the cloth, and hung on the wooden sticks of the tent.

"Brother Little Wolf, I'll give you medicine." Song picked up these simple tasks very slowly and took several hours to get them done, but Brother Little Wolf didn't help, as if he was deliberately asked to do them.

The boy got into the tent, startled, as if he had been immobilized, and he dared not move his legs.After getting familiar with the touch under his feet, he slowly walked in front of Song Jian.He touched it with his hand, the blanket was very thick.

The red wound on his face was suddenly cold, and Song Jian applied ointment on it.

"The medicine will heal quickly." Song Jian groped, only applied a little, and wanted to cherish it.He brought the jerky again, fumbled it, rubbed it on the coarse salt, and passed it into Brother Little Wolf's mouth.

The boy opened his mouth to accept the puppy's confession, chewed and then stopped moving, with only his eyelids blinking all over his face.

"Meat." He looked at Song Jian, "No, the taste."

"It's not that the taste is wrong. It's salt. My parents used to cook like this. Salt is salty. My parents said that people will get sick if they don't eat salt. We don't want to get sick." Song Jian waited for brother wolf to finish eating. Only dare to eat, salty, very tasty.

"Salt, salty, sick." The boy wiped the coarse salt with his hand and put it in his mouth. It was salty.

For the next few days, the boy smeared his body with mud every day before hunting and collecting honey, and washed it after returning. When he came out of the pool again and again, everyone in the camp found that the wolf cub had grown up. Much higher.

Fan Yu gave him potatoes on time every day, and calculated the boy's age. In a few years, he would be able to teach him how to work as a human being.

The bee sting was impenetrable when the mud was applied, and the jar of ointment Song picked up was almost useless.A few days later, it rained in the desert. The time was very short, but the rain was very urgent.

Song Jian washed the old thin blanket in the rain with his bare buttocks, but he couldn't rub it, so he put it on the ground and stomped on it.When the rain stopped, he slipped back into the tent naked and huddled with the cubs who had grown up a lot.

The boy still stole kindling from other people's bonfires, and the flint and steel was the only thing he dared not touch.In the evening, he took out a piece of honey from the jar, cut off a piece with a knife, and tasted it. This piece tasted very sweet.

It's royal jelly, and this piece is the nest with the next generation of queen bees.The mountain bees are the only creatures that don't have to hide from the storm. They cling to the chasm and the wind can't blow it.

"Jian, open your mouth." He tugged at Song Jian's hemp rope.

Song Jian was drinking water, and he opened his mouth obediently. Brother Little Wolf fed him honey with his mouth, and their mouths almost stuck together.

Not far away, the wolves closely observed everything in the refugee camp, waiting for the next migration.