Sentinel is not good

The name Song Shi was finally beaten by the naked boy and became Song Jian.

Song Jian just lost his parents, and for a while he couldn't accept that he had to follow strangers, and was forced to change his name, so he could only cry.He has bad eyesight and is really beautiful, but this kind of beauty is a disaster if it falls on a little half-blind person.

For a 6-year-old boy, his facial features have begun to grow. He is sure to be a handsome boy in the future.But when he looked around blankly, Song Jian's fear was clearly shaken from his desperate posture and unfocused eyes.

He is not a timid boy, and he doesn't like to cry too much. If he cries a lot, his eyes will be even harder to see clearly, as if he is covered in darkness and fog.Just instinctively afraid of the world.Whether it is war, natural disasters or wild animals, there are so many ways to kill oneself, but the eyes are not up to date.

The only people I can rely on are my parents, but they were abandoned.

But it was useless for Song Jian to cry to the boy.

The boy was raised by wolves, so he couldn't understand his tears, let alone understand his pleading.Every time Song Jian said that he didn't want to change his name and his name was Song Shi, he would hit Song Jian's hand.

Hit it once, it's useless, then hit it twice.The back of his hand became swollen, and Song Jian never said his name was Song Shi, because he couldn't stand the pain.

Maybe no one will care about me anymore.

That afternoon, Zhang Mu, as the leader of a small group of refugees, led Song back to the camp.The refugee camp is similar to a nomadic village, with as few as a few hundred people and as many as several thousand people.He felt a little pity for the new blind boy.

The boy won't survive tonight.It is not the turn of wild beasts or huge creatures in the storm to eat, and it is possible for a person to eat him alone.

Song Jian followed and walked all the way, both hands were red and painful.He was dazed and sleepy, for some reason he couldn't wake up today, and he was still very thirsty.

Thirst sore throat and eyes.Song Jian followed the figure in front of him, limping every step.He didn't wear shoes. He used to have shoes, but he was too flustered when he woke up, so he didn't wear them.Maybe the shoes have been blown away by the wind, but I can't see them.

Neither did the blanket.He has nothing left.

The boy followed him all the time, but he didn't use the way people walk. He was on all fours, and his movements were quick and light, with almost no footsteps.Sometimes I rushed over suddenly, sniffed, and then ran away in an instant.

Song Jian was very afraid of him. This boy could beat people harder than his parents.He still has wolves who can eat him at any time.

I don't know how long I walked, and gradually there were voices and more footsteps around me.Song Jian was familiar with this sound, so he should have returned to their camp.His eyes are not good, and he often relies on his sense of smell, hearing, and touch. He smelled desperately and smelled the unique smell of sand and dust in the desert.

As I walked, I also smelled the smell of boiled potatoes.Only then did Song Jian realize that he was already hungry.

"Fan Yu, have you picked up a child again?" Someone asked, smiling maliciously in this direction, "This is beautiful."

"You look good, you blind man!" Fan Yu came to his tent, which was quite a big one, with a lot of things inside, and a quadrangular canopy supported by wires.

"It's enough to look good, don't be like that wolf cub." Someone spoke again, and Song Jian shook his head to listen, "The wolf cub is not familiar with him, he looks like a savage, be careful that he will bite you to death one day !"

kill?Song Jian was wearing rag-like clothes, his whole body ached, and he stood there listening to them.Strange environment is what the little blind man fears most, everything has to be familiarized again, whether it is human voice or smell.

So when he heard Fan Yu calling him, he shivered suddenly.

"Song Jian, come in!" Fan Yu was very thin, with sunken cheeks, and ruthless.

Song Jian didn't move, just poked his neck forward and sniffed, smelling leather, blood, and... gunpowder.It smells like gunpowder, I've smelled it before.

"I let you in, I can't hear you!" Fan Yu was a little anxious.There is no law in the end of the war, only those sentries and guides who live in the steel city will abide by the rules, and the rule of the refugees is to live.

Song Jian didn't want to go in, so he turned around and ran away.There was a stone under his feet, and he tripped over a rope from nowhere, and Song Jian fell again.This time, he fell so badly that he was stunned and his head shook.

It hurt so much, Song Jian's chin hit the ground directly, mixed with the soil, and he really fell a big somersault.The two slender feet were full of wounds.

The back of the neck immediately became hot, and it was the hot air from the nose that was applied to it. Song Jian curled up his body, and there was a small black shadow in front of his eyes.

The boy, with messy hair past his shoulder blades, sniffed Song Jian's neck.It wasn't enough after smelling it, so with a little force, he turned Song Jian over and smelled his broken jaw.

"Get lost!" Fan Yu didn't like wolf cubs, something he wasn't familiar with.But he is really useful, with a pack of wolves, he can always catch prey.

Meat, fur, and bones are the most useful.So even if he is not familiar with raising him, Fan Yu will give the wolf cub a few bites of food to let him learn how to be a human being.

With great strength, height and long legs, he kicked the wolf cub a few meters away. Fan Yu bent down and grabbed Song Jian's slender legs, dragging them to his tent.

Song Jian could only see a tall silhouette, so tall that it frightened him.Sliding turf and stones around him, he seized one last chance and grabbed a sharp one.

If there is really no other way, they will kill Fan Yu with stones.Sweating in the palm of his hand, Song Jian held it tightly, as if grasping the last hope.

A small cloud of gauze mist rose from the ground, and tents in the refugee camps were piled up, and the roofs were made of fur or cloth.Some people are cooking, some are doing some handicrafts, some are holding their arms and have nothing to do, consuming their lives.

The storm is coming, and the migration is imminent.Even if they are not starved to death, there are still huge creatures in the violent storm, man-eating sand boas, parasitic sand mosquitoes, and a swarm of insects called windchasers, any of which can destroy the camp.

Living is no longer easy, no one cares, no one dares to care, life and death are uncertain things, who cares what Fan Yu does.

But the boy jumped on it.Like an animal, his dark skin glowed with a healthy luster. He threw himself on Fan Yu's arm and bit that hand hard.

"Ah!" Fan Yu cried out instinctively, and the severe pain hit him, causing his shouts to break through the range of the camp.The wolf cub is really an animal, and he will not let go of his bite. Although he is only over 8 years old and is in the stage of human teeth replacement, the tiny dense teeth gnawed through his tiger's mouth alive.

So Fan Yu let go of Song Jian, rolled with the wolf cub, and punched his little face to the side, and then he let go.

On the tiger's mouth, there is a bloody hole.

It was bitten through.

"Damn...damn...I'll kill you!" Fan Yu shook the blood on his hand and took out the gun in his pocket.The boy crawled away on all fours, faster than a man can run on two feet.His face was swollen from the beating, and there was a big bulge on his left cheek. While running away, he spat out a mouthful of human blood.

It's like a demonstration.

Fan Yu aimed at him, and he could also see the dense pack of wolves rushing towards him.But the hand injury was so painful that he lost his mind. He had to kill this fucking wolf cub today.

"Fan Yu!" Zhang Mu arrived in time and suppressed Fan Yu's gun, "What are you doing?"

"I'll kill him!" Fan Yu stared with blood-red eyes.

"No, cannibalism is not allowed in the camp!" Zhang Mu said.He is the elected leader, and the leader in each camp has absolute leadership.This is the way everyone lives. It is better to obey the most popular one than to be scattered.

Fan Yu took a lot of effort to retract the gun, pressed the wound on the tiger's mouth, and went into the tent to clean the wound.It was already dark, and the temperature continued to drop, and it would drop to around zero at night. Zhang Mu looked at Song Jian, who was still in shock, and took a blanket for him from his tent.

Song Jian was completely shocked, his chin was still dripping with blood.When the blanket wrapped around his shoulders, he dodged back suddenly.

"It's me." Zhang Mu patted Song Jian's head, "Can you see me?"

Song Jian shook his head with difficulty.

"Can you see the light?" Zhang Mu asked again.If you can't even tell the difference between light and dark, this child will never live to be an adult.

Song Jian was still holding on to the stone, his upper and lower teeth rattled and bumped against each other.He nodded, his little face was covered with dust and sweat, and even the two tear stains from crying turned yellow because of the sand.

"Go over there. At night, there will be a bonfire in the camp to keep you warm." Zhang Mu helped him up, leaned on the child's shoulders, and turned him in a direction.

There are too many refugees in the camp, he can't take care of all of them, whether he can grow up or not depends on his life.

Bonfire, bonfire... Song Jian's little head, which has undergone tremendous changes, is only left with this word.The blanket was very long and thick, and he walked towards the light step by step, not caring about the sand dragged by the blanket.Mom and Dad left without taking themselves with them. They felt that they were a burden.Fan Yu wanted to kill himself, or do something to him, Song Jian felt the danger, but he didn't know what danger it was.

Cold, Song Jian wanted to find his parents, and missed the tent at home.He walked towards the brightest place, the closer it was, the warmer it became.

Until someone pulled her hard, Song Jian staggered and fell down.

"Ouch." The pain made him gasp, Song Jian sat up rubbing his buttocks, and suddenly his face was sprayed with hot air again.He knew that the boy had come again, and he could feel the boy's body temperature and the smell of blood.

"Don't hit me, don't hit me anymore." Song Jian waved his hand at him, just smell it if you want to hear it, he can't control that much, "I changed my name, my name is no longer Song Shi, my name is Song Jian."

The boy sniffed Song Jian's face, his cheeks were swollen and blood was hanging from the corner of his mouth.He smelled the blanket Song Jian was wearing again, and frowned, smelling someone else's scent on it.So he held the blanket in his mouth, pulled it down until it was completely away from Song Jian's body, and threw it into the campfire.

"Close." The boy was naked, but he didn't feel cold, and he didn't understand why others were wearing clothes. He smelled Song Jian's eyelashes, wet his palm with saliva, and wiped Song Jian's crying face.

Song Jian didn't dare to hide, the blanket was gone, and he shrank his thin body, feeling cold.

The boy sniffed Song Jian again, and after confirming that his body was full of his own scent, he said, "Closer, the fire is burning."

Song Jian shook his head, unable to understand.In a hurry, the boy ran around Song Jian a few times and scratched him hard.

"Fire, burn." The boy was anxious, the wolves would teach the cubs how to hunt, but the cub in front of him couldn't teach it, "Fire, burn."

"Ah?" Song Jian touched his broken chin with his hand, his arm hurt from being scratched, "You... who are you?"

The boy tilted his head, unable to explain who he was, something that wolves never considered.He is a wolf, but he looks different from other wolves. Song Jian should also be a wolf, but he is too stupid, and he is very close to the fire.

Beasts are naturally afraid of fire, and wolves are even more afraid of bonfires. Song Jian walked towards the bonfire, probably because he was stupid, the boy thought, and scratched Song Jian vigorously: "Hot."