Sentinel is not good

Song Jian shook his head blankly, he didn't understand.There is no concept of what fire is.He used to stay in the tent most of the time, and his parents wouldn't let him out.

The boy didn't speak any more, but he liked to smell it very much, like playing with strange objects, pulling Song Jian's arm to smell, smelling clothes, and legs.

When he was pressing on him, Song Jian didn't feel terrible, because in his world, there was nothing more terrible.

When it was time to light up the lights, a small fire would light up in each tent, and many bright spots appeared in Song Jian's field of vision.The boy sniffed around him, until the tip of his nose touched the wound on his chin, and Song Jian trembled in pain.

With a shake, the boy ran away, like an animal frightened for no reason.He didn't approach again until he was sure it was safe, stretched out his dirty hands, and touched Song Jian's face tentatively.

There is a small hand on the face, not big, not an adult's hand.Song picked up and hid.

The boy tilted his head, studying this thing with a nose and eyes similar to his own, and suddenly pinched it hard.

"Oh, it hurts." Song Jian hissed, "Why are you pinching me?" But he couldn't see, and he was afraid of annoying the boy, so he begged in a low voice, "Don't hit me, I'm in pain, I'm obedient .”

The boy continued to pinch Song Jian's face, but his little face was numb, he hadn't learned human expressions yet, and his face was very stiff. "Picking, does it hurt?"

"Well, it hurts." Song Jian frowned, "It hurts..."

"It hurts..." imitating his tone, the boy turned one hand into two, repeatedly rubbing Song Jian's face, his eyebrows, and pinching his nose.

Song Jian had a bitter face, he couldn't see anyway, he was a blind man, just rub it, just don't hit yourself.

After Fan Yu treated the wound, he walked out of his tent, and saw the naked wolf cub squatting next to Song Jian, desperately pinching Song Jian's body, like weighing a few catties of prey.

Calm down, Fan Yu is not going to kill anyone, the wolf cub has his benefits, besides, raising him is for his own retirement. "Hello!"

The wolf cub has no name, everyone calls him Hey.

The boy heard Hey, let go of Song Jian, and approached Fan Yu warily.

Fan Yu put a paper plate on the ground with baked potatoes inside.There are five in total.

"Damn it, when you grow up, you'd better remember who raised you." Fan Yu walked away cursing, the boy came only after he was sure that Fan Yu had really left, bent down, and sniffed the food on the paper plate.

It's still hot.

The next second, he bit one with his mouth and ran towards the wolves.

There are different levels of wolves. The head wolf is a black male wolf, and there are two secondary wolves.The boy's current status is not high, and he will make offerings to the head wolf.As soon as he entered the pack of wolves, dozens of desert wolves surrounded the boy, pressed their pointed noses to his face, and licked him affectionately.The boy played with them with a potato in his mouth, and had fun with a few young wolves in his arms until the black one approached, and all the wolves scattered unconsciously.

The boy is lying on the ground, belly up, in a sign of submission.The black wolf gnawed on his finger, expressing the wolves' acceptance of him by gnawing.A potato was spat out, and the first wolf picked it up and gnawed a few mouthfuls, but did not finish it.

The head wolf will not eat this, gnawing only means accepting the offering.After it gnawed, the lower-level wolves rushed up and ate the potato.

After giving it to the wolf, the boy ran back and picked up the second one.He squatted on the spot and started to eat, chewing big mouthfuls, his body was covered with wolf hair.

Until Song Jian sneezed, interrupting his eating.

Song Jian was trembling all over, and the wind picked up, and his thin clothes couldn't protect his body temperature.He misses his parents' tent, hiding in it when the wind blows, covered with a fur blanket, and can still hear the whistling wind.

Fortunately, there was still a pile of bonfires. Song Qian moved forward and reached out to the pile of bright lights.

Slap, got hit again.Song Jian withdrew his hands, knowing that the boy was coming again, because there was another person's body temperature beside him.

The boy directly pushed him down, biting Song Jian's neck with his small teeth and grinding, as if he was looking for something to bite.Song Jian was very frightened and shrank his neck to push him away, but the boy turned him over instead and continued to search for a place on his neck.

Not far away, a female wolf picked up the back of the cub's neck and changed the place for it.

The boy also picked up the back of Song Jian's neck, but he didn't move.

Song Jian thought he was going to be eaten, his neck hurt, and he grabbed and bit his flesh.One bite is not enough, two bites are not enough, several bites in a row.

"It hurts, don't...don't bite me." Song Jian covered his neck with his hands, not going to let him bite, "You...what's your name?"

The boy stopped moving, hugged his knees, and tilted his head to listen to him.

The next second, he picked up Song Jian's neckline and dragged him to the side.

Song Jian was dragged over, far away from the bonfire, and immediately felt cold.This piece is turf, and grass grows in the desert, but it is very hard.The boy left him after leaving him here. Song Jian shrank his body from the cold, clutching his cold toes.

A warm thing stuck to his lips.

Song Jian was startled again, and reached out to touch the boy's face.

Pasted over, is the boy's lips.

He was using his lips, touching his own.

"Ah!" Song Jian screamed, waved his hands in fright, knelt on the ground and crawled far away.After climbing a few steps, he was caught, pressed to the ground, and continued to touch his lips with his lips.

Song Jian still wanted to call, call father, call mother, call someone to save him, but his mouth was such that a dry, warm thing was sent into his mouth.

It fell into his mouth, Song Jian chewed subconsciously, blinked his empty eyes, and stopped struggling.

It's potatoes.

It's still hot.

So sweet, he hasn't eaten potatoes for a long time.

A delicious bite dispelled all Song Jian's fears. In the desert, nothing brings a sense of security as much as food.Song Jian chewed in small bites, cherishing it, and felt that it was not enough after eating a lot, so he sat up with his dirty little face raised.

"Is there... more?" Song Jian reached out to the boy and touched his arm.

It was the boy's turn to be startled, and he ran out a few steps in fright, then came back, squatting beside Song Jian and scratching the turf.Wolves don't touch each other with their paws, but they use their mouths. He doesn't understand what Song Jian is doing, and he doesn't like being touched by his paws.

Song Jian listened to him scratching, but didn't dare to move. After a while, there were potatoes again, and he still handed them over with his mouth.He opened his small mouth and took the mouthful. The tip of his tongue occasionally touched the boy's tongue, and he ate with a sour nose.He also didn't understand why the boy had to use his mouth to feed him, and he ate it.

He licked his lips, smacking the scent.

There were two big potatoes left, and the boy stopped eating. He was already familiar with hunger, or rather, kept hungry on purpose.

Appropriate hunger can keep you awake, and you will relax your vigilance if you are too full.The wolves were preparing to rest not far away. He took the potatoes over twice in a row, lowered his neck, and made offerings to the black wolves.

The potato fell on the sand, and the boy hit it with the tip of his nose and rolled to the side of the black wolf's front paw.He lowered his body and withdrew again, crawled near a few wolves that had just grown up, scratched the turf with his hands, and prepared to make a nest to sleep.

After lying down, he realized that Song Jian hadn't followed him.

Sure enough, he was stupid, he didn't know how to follow when he was given something to eat.

A few tens of meters away, Song Jian stared straight at the direction of the sound, his body getting colder and colder.Suddenly, someone bit the back of the collar and pulled it back. Song Jian stretched out his hand and touched it. It was the boy's face.

But after touching it, the boy ran away, and he ran for a long time before coming again.Picking him up again this time, Song Jian just crawled away with him, just because the boy's body was very hot, and the two of them would not freeze to death if they slept together at night when the temperature was near zero.

He was dragged onto a patch of grass, and the boy let go of his clothes and started circling him again.He was like a shadow, swaying constantly within the scope of Song Jian's disabled vision, finally stopped, and carefully lay down beside him.

Song Jian couldn't see it, but he could feel that the boy was much taller than himself.The strength is also great, and it is effortless to pull yourself.

I don't wear clothes, but I am not afraid of the cold, and my body is quite warm.

Song Jian, who was not wanted by anyone, also lay down, wanting to stick it to the side, but was afraid that the boy would reach out and hit him.But it was too cold, without blankets and bonfires, Song Jian's hands and feet froze quickly, unlike his parents, the boy would give him a hug anyway, he only cared about sleeping on his own, and didn't care about Song Jian's life or death.

"Cold." Song Jian couldn't take it anymore, bent his body and moved towards the boy, "Brother Little Wolf, I'm cold."

The boy with his eyes closed, opened them.He is a beast that doesn't like to look at people. He always droops his thin eyelids and opens them suddenly. His eyes are deep and long.The pupils are very black.

"Brother Little Wolf, I'm freezing to death." Song Jian's voice was a little nasal, coming out of the cold.It was so cold I couldn't feel it in my hands and feet.

The boy turned around and looked at Song Jian's face.

Song Jian knew he was watching, so he opened his eyes wide and reached out to him.All of a sudden, he grabbed the boy's wrist.

"Brother... cold." The boy imitated Song Jian again.

Song Jian was too cold to speak a complete sentence, his teeth were chattering.He was a little thankful that he had met these people, otherwise, he would have died alone in the desert.

"Cold." The boy repeated, stretching out his hand to Song Jian, he didn't know the strength of his hand, he only knew how to pinch his face.Song Jian's face was very soft, unlike a wolf's. He could still cry, and water came out of his eyes.

Song Jian was so cold that he didn't care about anything, so he jumped to the boy's side and hugged him tightly.If there was a blanket, I might be able to live tonight, but without the blanket, I would freeze to death.

The boy froze for a moment, his eyes widening.He grabbed Song Jian's wrist, trying to pull him away, but when he touched him, he found that his body temperature was different from his own.

This wolf is not only stupid, but also cool.

Feeling the long-lost warmth, Song Jian moved close to him, refusing to let go.But the boy pushed him, not only pushed him away, but also stood up and walked away.Falling back into the cold again, Song Jian was trembling all over. There was not enough food in his stomach, so he could only curl up into a ball as much as possible.

Shrink it, can it not be cold?Impossible, at most it would be a little later.

Song Jian closed his eyes. He was too tired and too scared. When the eyes were dark, he remembered a mother-in-law he met before, who said that before people freeze to death, they actually feel warm.

So many people who died of freezing were stripped naked.

Song Jian tightened his grip on the layer of fabric on his body.

Finally, he felt the warmth.Are you going to die?Song Jian sniffed, unexpectedly, there was a patch of hair in front of his face, as if there were countless blankets covering his body.

The boy slept next to Song Jian, and at the same time brought back a small pack of wolves of the same level.The wolf king accepted the last two potatoes and the offering, just like accepting the weak pack of wolves, accepting the stupid and cool Song Jian he brought back.

so warm.Song Jian couldn't see what they were, they should be wolves, and he knew he was not dead.He couldn't turn over because there was a horse lying on his belly with its thick tail hanging around his neck.

Brother Little Wolf was sleeping next to him, breathing evenly, kicking his legs from time to time.Song Jian stretched out his arm carefully, and weakly grasped a strand of the boy's long hair.

The cold wind of the desert killed the migrant camp, and the thick hair of the desert wolf was blown into waves, covering the two children.